#also i am choosing to ignore the fact that till's other ear is the one with piercings . quantum earrings.

[hinamie]

i'm a week late to the party but i too have been personally victimized by Them

[dorotharry]

tiny dancer ; chapter three

Pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 4 (coming soon)

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: pain, angst, nightmares, metal limbs?

Summary: After being drafted for the war in 1942, Bucky goes to the ballet a week before having to leave with his best friend Steve. There he becomes infatuated you with the prima ballerina of the show, and he just has to meet you before his last week in Brooklyn is up. He hopes one day you would meet again; little does it know it will be 72 years later.

A/N: Well, hello again, honestly after yesterday I really wanted to write again soon so I could start giving more away. Eep so exciting, thank you again for all your support too!! Please feel free to like, repost and comment any feedback, it’s much appreciated :)) Also lets just ignore that infinity war is a thing for the moment lolz. 

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“Nice to finally meet you y/n, I’ve been looking for you under Fury’s instruction for a while, my name’s Natasha.”

Natasha. It rang in your ears, there was some familiarity to that name. You kept your face blank, but for some reason it felt like you’d known her in a past life, or perhaps a life you didn’t remember. Though her face gave no indication that she knew either. But a younger version of her face flashed in your mind, only she wasn’t blonde she had bright red hair. You shook yourself from your thoughts, Natasha was a common name, surely you couldn’t know her. Surely.

“Come in,” you responded moving to the side as the women eyed you as she entered. She had to be around a similar age to you. At least in looks, you were at least a century year old in reality. “Did you want something to drink?” You said as you shut the door and gestured to the couch nearby.

The blonde shook her head, taking a seat her gaze still wary. “You’re probably curious to know why I’m here and who I am?”

You nodded as you took a seat on the second couch, it wasn’t often you had visitors.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard of the Avengers,” She started.

That’s where you knew her from! She’d swapped her red hair for blonde and suddenly you felt less confused.  

“I’m a part of it, and our director Fury has been sending me on mission after mission looking for you. It’s only now we got a tip that you were living in Madripoor.”

You almost wanted to interrupt and ask who had tipped them off, but you thought better of it. You rose an eyebrow at her comment, giving her an expression that told her to continue.

“Anyway, I’m here because we wanted to bring you back to the compound. You’ve been hidden away from us for a long time. In fact, the only reason we know you exist is because of the HYDRA files I shared in 2014. We hoped you could give us some intel; we think something big is going to happen again, but we aren’t sure if it’s HYDRA or something else.” She looked at you again, a serious expression on her face.

Yours matched hers. “You should know I don’t do that anymore, I don’t work as an assassin,” you began suddenly feeling more vulnerable as the terrible things you had done came back up in your memories.

Natasha cut you off sensing your distress. “We aren’t asking you to, we just need your knowledge. Whilst I know Fury wants you to join us in the long run and start fighting again, we also respect your decision not to if that’s what you want.”

You looked at her sceptically, had she not heard what you had just said? Plus, now your cover in Madripoor was blown, if the Avengers knew where you were then surely it wouldn’t be long until every other government in the world would too. You were sure there were many people who wanted you dead.

As if she had heard your thoughts Natasha spoke up again, “don’t worry, if you turn down helping us, no one but Fury and I know you’re here. Not even Steve.”

You silently gasped, you had forgotten about Steve in these brief moments, he was captain America back then, in fact he was still Captain America. Even if you would be throwing yourself back into the line of fire, maybe it would be worth it to see your old friend again. Would he want to see you though? After everything awful thing, you had done. Your eyes began to well again, but you didn’t want Natasha to see you vulnerable.

“Fine.” You spoke sternly looking at the woman in front of you, “I will help, but only if you promise that you avengers will protect me. There’s a lot of people who want me in chains.”

You could see the hint of a smile on her face as she listened, “Don’t worry y/n, we have ways around that,” she smirked. “I don’t exactly have the cleanest record either.”

You nodded, standing up. You knew now if you were leaving that you could never return to Madripoor. If you chose not to fight with the Avengers after helping them, then at least you were sure they could protect you and finally you could maybe be back home. “Where to then?”

Natasha told you to get anything valuable, some clothes and anything else you felt you needed. Luckily for her, you always kept a duffle bag with everything you needed if you had to leave under you bed, along with the shot gun that had been in your hand this entire time till.

You walked to your room, grabbed the duffle bad and your other favourite weapons in another bag and returned in under a minute. Natasha let out a chuckle, she should have known an assassin was always prepared to flee. Something they all knew, never get too comfortable.

Natasha led you out of your apartment, you close the door behind you both and follow her. It felt strange to be taking from directions from anyone else. Besides HYDRA you had always been the person in charge, choosing what you did without direction. But unless you miraculously knew how you’d be getting back to the Avengers compound this seemed like a time you would have to not be stubborn.

She led you to a jet, gesturing you to get on before she did herself. She walked to the front closing the door and sitting in the pilot’s seat. “Feel free to have a sleep.” She said casual pointing to the bed next to you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled going and lying down. After having no sleep, you wouldn’t complain, and it would save you having to make small talk with Natasha. Plus, usually you didn’t have nightmares in you ever occasionally napped.

Natasha answered a call and began telling someone (who you assumed was Fury) that you were coming back with her, just as your eyes were filled with the darkness of sleep.

1943

You woke up once again your entire body in pain. Although this time it was different, and though you remembered where you were much of your memories were feeling fuzzy. Like someone had attempted to begin removing them.

That couldn’t be possible though, could it?

There was an ache on your face, remembering your last memory before you had been engulfed in darkness again. You were sure there would be marks from whatever machine had done that to you, wincing at the thought of the pain again.

But besides there being the same pains you had felt before, there was something different. You were still restricted by your arms and legs in the same position but now you had a heart monitor attached, the faint beeping being the only noise you could hear in the silent and dark room. This wasn’t a room though, it was a lab you knew that now, and you were a lab rat to the red skull and his scientists. Why would they care if my heart is still beating? You pondered.

Once again you pushed against your restraints in an attempt to get out, the leather digging into your skin causing you to wince due to how in pain your body already was.  But again as you’d thought earlier, there was something different, yes your arms were wincing at the pain from the leather but your legs felt nothing. You moved your toes and felt no sensations. It was as if they were numb. What had HYDRA done?

As if on cue the laboratory door opened, the same scientist from before entering and two soldiers following behind him. The door slammed closed as the soldiers stayed there on each side of the door. Just in case you got out of your restraints again.

The scientist shuffled forward. “How are you feeling y/n? I realised I forgot the other day to introduce myself, I’m Arnim Zola but you can call me Doctor Zola.”

You sneered as his friendly attitude, causing him to frown. “I can’t feel my legs.” You responded in a harsh tone, “Why?”

“Well y/n, I told you that you would become a soldier for the red skull did I not? Now I understand you’re a ballerina but there’s something wrong with this. You see you always want to be perfect, and what makes you not is among many things your feet.” He looked down proudly at your legs.

The words rang in your ear. Your harsh glare to seem mean had softened as your eyes began to water. “Wh-- what have you done?” You began blubbering, your chest fell up and down panic striking your lungs.

“I’ve made you perfect.” He responded without remorse. Instantly he signalled for the men that had been stood by the door this entire time to come over. They did so, grabbing parts of your body so you were even more restricted that you already were as Doctor Zola walked to the foot of the table you were on. Slowly he undid one of the leather straps restricting your leg. You couldn’t even feel him doing it, your senses not working.

He lifted your right leg so that you could gaze down and what you saw only made your panic attack rise. You shrieked at the sight before you. Your eyes welling more and more with tears. You could hear the heart monitor beginning to pick up in noise, as you heart raced.

From halfway down your calf was what looked like a metal leg and foot. It looked exactly like what legs should be, but it wasn’t. It was silver and cold. Down the side of your calf nearing your ankle was a red star.

Tears rolled down your face as he placed your leg back down strapping it back up, then signalling the men holding you down to move away again.

You would have preferred to die then lose your feet. Your mind wandered as your chest rose and fell so quickly that the world around you began to spin. Would you ever be able to dance again?

Doctor Zola was now next to you again, his face held no remorse, in fact all you could see was pride. Even though the world was spinning, and you couldn’t focus on him you knew he didn’t care. “Don’t worry y/n, after today you won’t care about this. You won’t even remember who you are, only who we tell you are. From now on you aren’t y/n anymore. I’ll see you again when you’re ready to comply.”

The same machine from earlier then began to make noises lowering down to your head. Doctor Zola began rambling Russian words you couldn’t understand, the immense pain began again, and you screeched out in pain.

Present day; 2017

Gasping for air you shot up on the bed on the jet. Natasha looked back at you and instantly you dropped your fearful expression into one that was unreadable. No one would know your nightmares, no one could know you had weaknesses.

Luckily her gaze didn’t last long as she spoke up, “We’re here.” She was just glad she wouldn’t have to wake you up. She stood up, you following her lead out of the jet and towards a large white building with a big ‘A’ on the side.

“Jeez subtle.” You scoffed muttering under your breath.

She rolled her eyes at your comment but proceeded to walk into the building. “I’m sure you’ve heard about most of us. So, I feel there’s no need to explain to you, our names.”

She was right there, of course you knew their names, the whole world did. You hummed in response. She led you both to two big double doors pushing them open as you trailed behind. You may have been as assassin but that didn’t mean you were particularly keen on meeting new people, especially all at once. It took a while for people to come to your liking.

She stopped and you stood almost completely behind her looking down at your hands. You never looked at your feet anymore. The noise of all the voices talking amongst each other suddenly stopped and you could feel all of their eyes on you both.

“Everyone this is y/n, she’s going to help us with our current task we’ve been working on.” She spoke sternly but giving them all a small smile.

You raised your head reminding yourself to not be vulnerable and narrowed your eyes as you scanned them all. Of course, most of already knew who you were having read your files when she released them; each giving you sympathetic looks mixed with fear. But not Steve he never had the heart to look at yours and Bucky’s files. If he ever saw you both again, he knew in time you’d tell him.

Finally, you were met with a familiar set on blue eyes, not the ones you had fallen in love with but still ones who once meant so much to you. Now you weren’t so sure.

Steve looked like he was going to die of shock, as he stared at you with such intensity.

He took a step towards you, “y/n?”, his eyes searching for you to show some sort of emotion. But you didn’t, you couldn’t. You took another step back, away from him, the hurt instantly flashing across his face, but as soon as it was there it was gone.

“Hi Steve.”

- 

A/N: ooo we love the tension. how does reader know Natasha?? is it just cause she's an avenger or is it something else? I’ll guess you'll have to see *evil face*

P.S. we’ll see Bucky again soon I promiseeeee

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[cloudy-leonhart]

I love love LOVE your poly fics!! Can I request a fluffy Jean and eren with an s/o who really likes showing them affection? Like randomly holding their faces and kissing them?? If not poly then separate is fine too!!

Yes of course! I’m fine with Poly and I actually want more people to send me Poly requests ^^ I also am not sure whether you wanted headcanons or a fic, so I’ll go with headcanons :)

poly jean and eren with an affectionate s/o. | headcanons.

honey’s notes: I love writing about Poly vets don’t get me wrong but I was cravin this 🗣 also I don’t know about you guys but I feel like dancing with Jean to Selena songs <3

summary: Poly relationship with our best boys <3

theme: fluff, mentions of season 4 stuff.

Pairings: jean x eren, jean x reader, eren x reader.

TW: swearing.

recommended song: No Me Queda Más - Selena

JEAN K + EREN J.

at first, Eren and Jean were absolutely just going at it for you, they would go as far as to sabotage some dates here and there. (Jean would ask you to go see his mom, or Eren would ask for extra lessons, on ODM training.)

At first you thought that they genuinely just wanted to spend a lot of time with you, you were very oblivious to their courting although it was obvious to everyone. 

Of course, spending time with two idiots will eventually lead you to falling for them, when they both confessed to you, you didn’t know how to feel, were you gonna go for the military police wannabe, Jean? or over angry-puppy, Eren? 

When you told both of them that you just couldn’t choose, they were shocked for a little while, you felt a little sad, but you couldn’t lie to them now.

You guys couldn’t talk to each other for a whole three days, it was a little uncomfortable for the 104th squad since a trio who would spend almost everyday butting heads were now ignoring each other to the fullest.

As much as you hated those three days, you were surprised with both Jean and Eren coming up to you just after the day’s training had just ended. 

“Er, Jean and I thought about what you said, and- we agreed to just, be in a relationship with you, but not each other! You know, like share you? If that’s okay? I don’t know!-”

You let out a small laugh at Eren’s rambling, you could see the warm pink forming on his cheek as you nodded.

“Yeah, if that’s what you guys want, I’m happy you both could agree on something.” You stated. 

It was a shock to everyone when you told them that you were dating both Jean and Eren, some of course thought you were just relishing in having more than one partner in your life, but Eren and Jean were nice enough to help you forget those irrelevant people.

There wasn't a day where you weren't at Eren's side or talking Jean's ear off.

Sometimes the captains would catch you and either boy giving kisses in secret spaces, which would lead to the 104th teasing you about it.

I would like to think that Eren and Jean would be a little taken aback by your affectionate behaviour, when you guys would have days off, you would be in Jean's arms dozing off, or on eren's back hitching a ride back to your chambers.

And that was how it was for most of your training years, I'm not going to lie to you, Jean and Eren started spending so much time together with you and they ended up starting to like each other, they were like boyfriends but not boyfriends? They give the usual cheek kisses, (you ask them to, thinking it'd be funny.) you never really knew they'd get used to it, and would do it without you asking.

You had a habit of holding their hands, it was so frequent that they kind of felt antsy when you weren't at their sides holding their hands, or even anything as small as interlocking pinkies. I think they would hold each other's hand to comfort themselves until you hold both of their hands.

when the Marleyans came to the island, and introduced you to what they called the phonograph record player, you, Jean and Eren would dance till the day turned dark, (I'll be using Selena's song as an example.)

You and Jean would probably dance around the most during these times since Eren would be too busy, at least that's what her tells you both before he gives you guys half-hearted kisses and leaves you on your own.

Jean's favourite song to dance with you would either be Selena's "No Me Queda Más." or Rey Valera's "Kahit Maputi Na Ang Buhok Ko." (If they were to exist in their time, of course).

You guys would sing the lyrics to each other, an occasional Eren and you but it would mostly be you and Jean and you were content as long as Eren wouldn't forget about you too.

Eren and Jean's favourite affectionate gesture from you is the fact that when you fall asleep and they move away, you had the habit of moving closer, they weren't sure if it was because you got cold easily or just miss their presence that fast but they think it's adorable.

How kisses work between you would be, Eren + you, then Jean + you, then Jean + Eren. They actually grew out of their hatred, but there's some arguments here and there, nothing your affection won't fix.

All in all, they love how affectionate you were with them, they are very lucky to have you as their partner, since you were so happily giving them all the love they wanted and needed and more.

[damselofblueroses]

Bambi, Prologue

You are my Bambi, girl, I am your candy, tell me what are you waiting for?

Summary: As an archaeologist who works on the Ancient Greece, you were on the verge of excavations' session. While you have been preparing your team, you learned that your institute decided on your team has to work with another team as they wanted the outcome as a collaboration. The head of other team was your biggest rival, a scumbag in your eyes: Byun Baekhyun.

You two were supposed to work together for three months, in a Greek Island, Chios.

Could you manage to not kill Byun Baekhyun for three months?

Content: AU, heavily Greek mythology, enemies to friends.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story will be four or five chapters if I will not change my mind in the meantime. It is inspired by my major; however, I do not have a complete knowledge on archaeology, I am a historian. If I will make a technical mistake, please let me know. I am willing to receive any kind of feedback; you are more than welcomed to drop a message.

Prologue

The Mid of April, Sejong Institute, the Department of Archaeology

“Could you give me Bulfinch?” you asked to your teammate. “I have to check the layers of the Underworld.”

“Here you go.” Junmyeon gave the thick book to you. While you were searching for the details in your mind, Junmyeon was dealing with the plan of construction.

You have been knowing each other since the last 10 years, working together was nothing but natural as breathing for both of you. Junmyeon was older than you and supposed to be superior to you, however he decided to pursue a career not in the field, but in the library, you became the leader of the archaeological team of Sejong Institute.

“Indy,” Junmyeon called you by your nickname. You automatically lifted your head, your nickname became your Pavlovian weakness, sometimes you forgot your real name. “Be a good girl and pass me the cookie jar.”

You wholeheartedly laughed at his face expression and threw him his favourite chocolate cookie.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?” you asked, stretching your body. “My battery is literally going down; let’s grab an americano.”

“Only if you buy me a carrot cake.”

Junmyeon had a sweet tooth, as he opened the package and swallowed the cookie just without even chewing.

“Okey, big boy.” you smacked his shoulder, standing up. “You are goddamn lucky for having that fast metabolism, you know.”

“My darling girl, I work out in a fucking routine.” he grinned like a 5-year-old boy. You really loved to see his cockiness. “My body ratio is not a heavenly gift; I gain every muscle with tears and blood.”

“What kind of god can reward you, shitty dandy?” you chuckled. “You are a walking blasphemy.”

“Still better than you.” Junmyeon pulled your hair by laughing.

“You are definitely right.” you lolled your tongue out of your mouth. “Come on, move your bloody but peachy butt!”

Actually, you were shy, quiet but quick to make sharp remarks. However, Junmyeon was more than a teammate; he was the closest one to a brother for you, you have been always so relaxed when you were with him. The outcome of your friendship was the freedom of speech, you could be vocal as much as you wanted. Junmyeon was never offended by anything you would say, the same applied also to you. You were his dear sister, your families became friends because of you.

You could not imagine your life without Junmyeon.

“What do you think about the digging session?” you asked to him when you were waiting in the line. Junmyeon was trying to select his dessert, carrot cake was already forgotten.

“Well, you will be the team leader, that is sure thing.” he huffed. “Most probably they will ask you who do you want in your team, and you will not name me if you want to live.”

“You are the last one who I am going to choose when it comes to work in the trenches.” you smirked. “Who wants a cry baby in the field?”

“Oh.” Junmyeon turned you, shooting a dirty look, which only led you to bite your upper lip in order to prevent bursting into laughs. “You need a brain; those muscular tough babies cannot figure even how to use tools out.

“But they do not run away when they see a bug.” you could not help but start to laugh. “Do you r-

“Shut the fuck up.” Junmyeon covered your mouth with his hand. “You are banned to talk about that incident from now on. Ever.”

“But,” you took his hands off you, tears forming in the edges of your eyes due to the memory you remembered. Junmyeon gave you a deadly stare, but you could not help. “You were running over the hill because you came across to a spider in your trench. Didn’t you give up on becoming Indiana in our first digging session?”

“No, I preferred to protect my own dignity.” he shook his head, then he also burst into laughs. “Jesus, I hate spiders and one Indy is enough for the family.”

“At least you learned that X never marks the spot before quitting.” you murmured, then pointed what you want to him. “Blueberry muffin, Jun. It looks yummy.”

“At least you learned that rolling in the dirt is not for the people who has a class.” Junmyeon ordered two americanos, one blueberry muffin and one red velvet cake. “Jokes aside, there are some gossips. Did you hear any of them?”

“Damnit, yes.” you exhaled and pinched the bridge of your nose. “The Executive Board is thinking to build a collaboration between us and Sunkyungwan people.”

“Yeah.” Junmyeon sat down on a chair, helped you to settle yourself. “And if they do, you know who is going to be the other team leader, right?”

“Do not tell me.” you covered your ears with your hands. You knew, you already heard the possible name, however even the possibility was giving you nothing but headache. “That’s why I asked your opinion. If that bastard will be my fucking colleague for Chios, I think I will pass this session”

“Hell, over my dead body.” Junmyeon aggressively grasped his little fork. “I know how much you guys despise each other, but this is your fucking career. Do not even dare to think you can turn your back to an opportunity.”

“But, Ju-

“No.” he was firm as fuck. “If they will give you the excavation of Chios, you will be fucking happy and you will accept their fucking propose. Chios will be the icing of the cake for you, you always want to lead an excavation in the Aegean.”

“You are right.” you knew when the occasion called to not push Junmyeon’s limits. Career came first, the rest is not important was his mentality. “You are right, but I really do not draw myself working with him.”

“Ignore him. You do not have to see him every day, ditch him in the field, goddamn.” Jun chewed a mouthful bite of his cake. “I do not want you to be facing with the Board, standing for no ground. If they will manage to build the connection, Sunkyungwan will appoint Byun Baekhyun as the leader for sure.”

You did not answer his god-fucking-damn-it prediction, but even thinking about it made you want to puke.

You vividly remember Byun Baekhyun, a fucking tease, and a smartass, from your bachelor years. You were not the type of people who could easily hate someone, but you hated Byun Baekhyun since the first day you met. He was a cockhead and dandy, he was a real scumbag, always so full of himself, underestimating everyone and their abilities, thinking he was the star of the universe. To your dismay, both of you were accepted from same university for your master and you had to endure his presence till he accepted the offer of Sunkyungwan.

You never tell this to Junmyeon, hell, he would not spend even a second to kill you if he would learn this, but you turned the offer of Sunkyungwan just because of Byun Baekhyun’s acceptance.

You hated him to the bits.

And you really did not know what the heck you were going to do if Sejong’s Executive Board was going to approve the collaboration. You looked at Junmyeon, he certainly was not going to let you to turn the offer down, and this time you could not hide the fact from him.

You grunted inside of your brain.

The Beginning of May, Sunkyungwan, the Department of Archaeology

Byun Baekhyun was happy.

More than happy till now.

He just stormed into his room, trying to register the news.

You? Were you really going to be his fucking colleague for fucking three months?!

He remembered you very well, and he was %100 sure of there was no person in this universe, he despised more than you. He even could not endure to share same atmosphere with you. He always wanted to fuck your attitudes out of you since he met you.

And was he really going to see your fucking face for three months, in an island?!

It had to be a bloody joke. A bloody plot on Baekhyun.

“I said,” he screamed when he heard his door was opened. “I do not want to see anyone!”

“Even an old friend?” a kind voice asked, Baekhyun immediately turned to the door.

Junmyeon was there, smiling to him. Baekhyun was startled, he was definitely caught off guard.

“Hyung?” he murmured. “Junmyeon Hyung?”

“Yeah.” Junmyeon’s smile widened. “May I come or not?”

“JUNMYEON HYUNG!” Baekhyun forgot you for a second and threw himself onto Junmyeon. He loved Junmyeon very much, enough to forgive his close relationship with you. “Welcome!”

Junmyeon smiled and hugged to Baekhyun but averted his eyes from him.

There was a plan in Junmyeon’s mind since years, and he had the chance of making it true after the news of collaboration. He averted his eyes also from you because he did not want anyone to understand his real intentions about you and Baekhyun.

Junmyeon smiled to Baekhyun.

[tomtenadia]

Till food do us part - Rowaelin one shot

Good evening everyone.

I am back with a quick Rowaelin oneshot. This short fic came to me last week while I was in my hotel in Inveress getting ready to check out. Once on the train back to Aberdeen I had two hours and a half and I wrote this.

It’s a simple story and  just pure undiluted Rowaelin domestic fluff. I think I had to compensate for the angst in ALB. There’s no angst, just our two lovebirds being their adorable selves. 

The title is ridiculous. It took me more time to choose it than to write the whole fic. And it’s still bad. Sorry, I hate choosing titles.

Ach well, I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy.

Word count: 2.5k 

Aelin was in the kitchen all alone, in front of her on the counter she had all the pots and pans she would require to prepare her meal. At one side she had her cooking book and on the opposite side she had lined up all the ingredients needed. 

That was meant to be a special night and she wanted everything to be perfect. And because of that she had been nervous. She was not good at cooking like her boyfriend so for her to prepare a full meal from scratch was a monumental task. She just hoped not to burn down the house. He had been teaching her slowly, starting with very simple things but that evening, no matter what she was going to cook for him.

The plan was to prepare everything a part from the dessert which she had bought from the local bakery. Although her boyfriend was not a fan of sugary stuff, the night called for dessert. 

She and Rowan had been together for five years. They worked for the same company but on different floors and departments. She was in marketing, Rowan was part of the legal team and was one of the company’s lawyers.

They had a bit of a turbulent start. They met in the cafeteria and Rowan had the bad habit of being always a bit of ahead of her in the queue and always take the last portion of the food she wanted. Far too many times she had ended up eating food she did not want because of him. She had even tried to go to lunch at a different times but the man was always there. Her own personal hell. So after a whole month of that she had decided to take matter in her own hands and slowly plan her revenge. Rowan was a creature of habit, so she spent a few weeks studying him and his routine. Aelin had learned he loved to eat alone. He had friends but the lunch hour was his time to wind down and he did not want any drama or any shop talk. That would make her plan much easier. Eventually she hatched her plan. She started swapping the content of the salt and pepper shakers or even replacing them with other stuff. Aelin had also started making his table sticky or cluttering with empty trays. He still had no idea it was her but she enjoyed watching him muttering and probably cursing whoever did that to him. She had quickly learned that the man was hard to tick off completely. She would notice some small signs of irritation but that’s all the reaction she got, so she decided it was time to go big. 

And her final plan came into existence the day the cafeteria served mac and cheese and he took the last portion from her. She was fuming. If she could not have mac and cheese so wouldn’t he. 

She waited for him to make his way back to his table and then she walked straight into him. Their trays smashing against each others and the food landing on his shirt. She had muttered a weak sorry and had fled with a grin on her face.

She had later found out that she had made him late for an important meeting and caught hell from his boss Lorcan.

Until one day he started to retaliate. Apparently, she had found out, he knew all long it was her messing with his meals.

And so a long series of pranks had begun between them, most of them taking place in the cafeteria since that was the place they used to share the most.

However, sometimes along the way, Aelin realised pranking him was not fun anymore and that pesky feelings had started to take root in her.

Until one day he showed up in her office with two portions of mac and cheese from Emrys and a peace offering. They had the lunch in the privacy of her office, they talked and she realised very quickly that he was quite a fascinating man. Also, she would have lied to herself if she had ignored the fact that the man was hotness incarnated. He was tall and had a healthy muscular build. He would always wear impeccable tailored suits which made his backside very prominent and more than once her eyes had wandered. He had the most beautiful pine green eyes and she adored his silver hair.

Soon she had to admit that she had a crush on him. And then some.

And when Rowan finally asked her out she could not believe her ears. The sexiest man in the company wanted to go out with her. So she said yes.

Fast forward five years and Aelin was now cooking for their fifth anniversary and as a joke she had put mac and cheese on the menu. It was their dish and their own joke as well.

Aelin had a look at the clock and realised she had half an hour tops before he came back home.

While preparing mac and cheese she took a sip from the glass of wine at her side. She had bought two bottles of Rowan’s favourite wine and she had started the celebrations a bit earlier.

In the oven in the meantime, the pork roast and the potatoes were cooking and she was busy checking the food that she almost missed the sound of the front door opening and closing.

“I am home,” shouted a happy voice.

“Kitchen.” She shouted back.

When she stood she saw him in leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, his arms at his chest and a strange grin on his face “you are cooking?” He asked surprised, raising an eye brow in a question.

Aelin grabbed a glass of wine, took a step closer to him and gave it to him “Happy anniversary, buzzard.” And she went to him for a kiss he did not deny it to her.

“Oh, so you waited five years for your final revenge and win with food poisoning.” Still leaning against the doorframe he took a sip of wine and looked at her with a smirk.

Aelin just glared at him “I can cook.”

“Aelin, I love you, but cooking is definitely not your strongest asset.”

She waved her wooden spoon in his face “I’ll show you.”

Rowan chuckled happily and stooped for a kiss “happy anniversary, menace.”

Aelin moved another step in his direction “now go,” and she patted his chest “get changed and let me finish.”

Half an hour later the dining table was all set, with some candles on to set the romantic mood and a new bottle of win in the middle. Everything looked perfect and she was chuffed.

“This looks lovely,” his voice reached her as he re entered the room and his arms wound around her waist.

“I hope it’s good as well.” She said while pulling back from the embrace and pushing him to his seat. 

“Let me help,” he offered but Aelin pushed him again.

“No, just sit down.”

Quickly she went to get the appetisers: she had prepared raw smoked salmon on oatcakes with cream cheese and chives. They had that at a party and they loved it and realised it was something easy to make and almost impossible for her to mess it up. The only thing she had to do was to assemble the ingredients in a nice display.

Rowan in the meantime poured some wine for both and made happy noises at the wine.

“Fancy,” he added, commenting on the appetiser.

“Easy mostly. I took inspiration from the last party we went to.”

Rowan took one of the oatcakes and she relaxed when she saw him smile. Oh well, at least if the rest of the meal was a disaster they could eat oatcakes and salmon.

“Did you have a good day at work?” She asked, she had a day off and she hadn’t seen him since the morning when he left for work.

“It’s the end of the month and as you can imagine Lorcan has been his unpleasant self.”

“I need these reports on the desk by the end of yesterday?” She said, imitating the man’s voice.

Rowan chuckled and took another oatcake “that’s the gist.”

Once the appetisers were over, Aelin stood and went to get the next course. That was the surprise and the dish that meant the most.

She brought the oven dish to the dining table.

“You made mac and cheese.” Rowan’s tone was full of love.

“I did.” She took his plate and was ready to serve him his portion. It looked great and for a moment she had hoped. The recipe was for the baked version and the crust at the top looked golden and crunchy. Then she dipped the spatula to cut it and terror took her. It was runny. 

“No, no, no, no, no…” she panicked.

“What happened?” Rowan stood and moved at her side.

“It happened that I should not be allowed to cook.” She sat on the chair and sniffled.

“I am sure it’s not that bad…”

“Ro,” Aelin almost shouted in frustration at his tone “you can drink it with a straw, mac and cheese is supposed to be creamy.”

He looked over “I think you put too much milk,” and with his hand he brushed her lower back in support.

Aelin started sobbing “I messed up the main dish. It was meant to be like the one we shared in my office.”

Rowan was about to reply when he smelled smoke “is something burning?”

“Holy fuck,” Aelin stood abruptly and ran to the kitchen and when she opened the oven a cloud of smoke engulfed her. The roast and the potatoes where charcoal. She sat dejected in front of the oven  and Rowan joined and sat at her side “you have the most useless girlfriend ever.”  

He brushed her hair off her face “ I do not.” A gentle kiss on her lips “my girl is brilliant, fearless, intelligent and very, very hot.” She gave him a wet chuckle. Gods, she loved him.

“I ruined our anniversary.”

Rowan stood and offered her his hand “you did not.” She took it and stood in front of him.

“We are going to Emrys, he does some amazing mac and cheese.”

“Fine,” she conceded.

Rowan cupped her face, refusing to let her be sad. He knew Aelin was not good at cooking and he had tried to teach her but once on her own she seemed to struggle. 

But as the boyfriend madly in love with her he was more than happy to cook for both, everyday, forever.

Aelin did not seem convinced and still pouted at her mess. Rowan noticed that and cupped her face in his hand and kissed het tenderly “Hey, it was a lovely gesture and I am proud of you.” He took her hand in his, “now let’s go.”

They got changed and not long after they were walking to Emrys. Rowan’s arm on around her shoulder.

Aelin looked up at him and noticed a strange light in his eyes and a small grin. Whatever it was, he did not seem bothered by her fiasco.

Once they reached Emrys froze and cursed the evening that was turning into pure hell “it’s Monday, they are close. We are two idiots.” But all Rowan did was to push her toward the front door.

“Ro, they are closed.”

“Shush,” he said gently placing his hand on her lower back.

A moment later Emrys’ smiling face appeared on the door “hello Rowan, come in, it’s all ready.” Said the man stepping aside to let them in.

Aelin was stunned. speechless. He had an evening planned.

She turned to him “did you know I was going to mess up so you had a plan b?” Her tone full with irritation at his lack of trust in her.

Rowan looked at her, his eyes dancing with mirth “I didn’t even know you were going to cook. I booked all of this over a week ago.” He told her “I knew our anniversary would fall on a Monday, so I asked Emrys and Malakai if it was okay to use the place for our dinner.”

She stood on her tiptoes “I love you.” And kissed him. Rowan took her hand and walked inside the main room of the restaurant and Aelin again was stunned. The whole room had been decorated with white fairy lights, the table had candles and there were kingsflames in a vase as well.

“Happy anniversary, Fireheart.” And pulled her to his chest “I hope you’ll love this.”

“It’s perfect,” she said to him, feeling teary.

They sat down and Malakai brought wine “Emrys is just finishing up the last few things, it should not be too long.” Explained the man while pouring the wine.

He came back a moment later and brought back freshly baked pitta bread and hummus “just as a starter.”

Aelin attacked the appetisers, realising she was starving.

Once the appetiser was out of the way Rowan took her hand.

“I am glad I burned dinner, this is so much better.”

They had gone to Emrys for their first date which turned out to be their favourite restaurant and slowly their weekly dinner treat. It had become their place pretty quickly.

She was talking to Rowan when she noticed Emrys walking to them with a large oven dish and when Aelin looked, she saw mac and cheese. And it looked incredible.

“Of course,” said Rowan at her expression and poured more wine. It was a good thing they walked. Emrys plated their dinner and then walked away with a Cheshire cat grin.

“Go on, tuck in,” Rowan said to her once he noticed her eager expression.

Aelin did so and almost moaned savagely. It was divine.

After a few bites Rowan put the fork down and took her hand again, brushing his thumb on the top of it “thank you for walking into me that day in the cafeteria.” He told her, his green eyes on her “I know we had our ups and downs but these five years with you have been incredible.” He stood and took her hand inviting her to follow him. She stood with him and Rowan pulled Aelin to his chest. She wanted to complain she was eating, but whatever he was doing it seemed important.

Violin music spread in the room and Aelin recognised one of her favourite pieces of classical music. He swayed gently as if to dance, placed her hand on his shoulder and held her, his hand on her lower back.

“And I hope we’ll have many more together.” Aelin looked up at him and nodded, emotions threatening to overwhelm her. He kissed her with passion and then he pulled back a little “Aelin, my fireheart, will you do me the honour of joining me in the next adventure of our life and become my wife?”

Aelin sobbed loudly “only if you promise to keep cooking for me.”

Rowan laughed “Always.”

She threw her arms around his neck “yes, yes I will marry you.”

Rowan placed the ring on her finger then lifted her in his arms and kissed her. 

He would cook for her, make her happy until his last day.

To whatever end.

[fandomfixationstation]

Warning: mention of death of a loved one.

Todays concept is MC gets a call that like their parental figure has died one way or another and this upsets them greatly because one, they aren’t there to help with anything two, the only people there to do anything are their siblings three, they considered said parent a angel or a blessing by god (optional/bonus points if said parents name means angel-)  They don’t say anything at first though they seem rather angry and now one can figure out why. then they hide and have a mental breakdown to cry in hopefully but unlikely peace.  now I shall write the response headcanons / scenarios or whatever I will do Update: well I didn’t write a scenario / short story bit for all of them because i ran out of energy to do so and then i never went back to it, though if anyone begs or askes nicely I could in theory maybe work something out. this was something self indulgent and was something i wrote to really get me out of a bad headspace.  Lucifer

He is the first one to realize something is wrong, especially if they aren’t a very angry person. 

probably doesn’t get to ask about what is going on because he is forced to deal with something else and rather quickly

though when people start inquiring where they went after lunch, finding it unlikely that they would randomly choose to skip class or something he makes his goal to find them.

Probably doesn’t take him long to find them after he starts looking. gets it in the first three guesses of where they are hiding.

“why are you hiding here with Cerberus?” Lucifer said with a bit of amusement. he figured he would find them here with his dog. just not curled up and cuddling. 

“wouldn’t you like to know” was all they uttered out, having no real energy to argue, or fight. though it was clear they had been crying their eyes out. 

“well something is clearly upsetting you, why not talk about it. nobody else is here to listen in” Lucifer offers to lend an ear to listen to their problems. he was also hoping that by doing so he could get to the root of the problem and deal with it. expecting that he was going to have to knock one of his brothers into line again. 

“I just received some bad news. that’s all. also, I’ll be otherwise located Friday, so like, don’t worry if I’m not around on Friday, I will be back like Saturday, so there is that” They explain, clearly not wanting to get into the details of the so called bad news.  

“otherwise located?” Lucifer inquired as to what the hell they meant by that. 

“yeah, um, I will be visiting - visiting the human world for the day.” visiting might not be the word they were looking for but it was the word they went with nonetheless. 

“your visiting the human world?” Lucifer was surprised to say the least. especially considering he wasn’t hearing about this till now. 

“yeah, i was talking to Diavolo not long ago to make sure it was alright” with a sigh the were back to melting into the side of the dog. 

“normally you are excited to visit the human world, what happened” lucifer wanted to get to the root of the misery they were feeling and he wasn’t gonna sweep this under the rug.

“for fuck sakes, you really aren’t gonna leave me alone till I say it huh? my parent fucking died. are you fucking happy, lucifer? Jesus Christ.” doing everything in their power to hold back a second wave of tears as they add on “my blessing of a parent died. can we drop the topic now?” they said clearly not wanting to hear anything come out of lucifer's mouth as they hardly give him the chance to speak. 

“ah, I see, my condolences” Lucifer was trying to figure out what to say at the same time he was trying to figure out how to cheer them up or at least make them more comfortable. “do you want some Kleenex? how about some water?” lucifer inquired simply.

“water would be nice.” they let out a sigh. 

“im sure your parent was a lovely person. I think it is safe to assume that they’ll end up somewhere where they are safe and happy” Lucifer states simply as he holds a hand out to them to help them to their feet.

“I have no doubts about it. so you don’t need to tell me twice. it just. . . hurts” They says rather quietly. Accepting lucifer’s hand and pulling themself to their feet. 

”go take a seat in my office, no one will bother you in there. I’ll join you soon enough with your glass of water.”  Mammon

This man probably thinks he did something wrong, spends half the day trying to figure out what he did

if its not that he is trying to figure out who pissed them off and who he should be yelling at.

he hates to admit it but he doesn’t like seeing them angry or upset. 

is probably gonna be first to realize that they slipped of to somewhere and start trying to find them right away. 

after checking a few other areas, Mammon finally considers they might have just gone home to hide. knocking on their door and slowly opening it mammon calls out into the room “Oi, human are you in here?”. 

“Go away Mammon” they were heard but very muffled as they had encased themselves in several blankets, clearly sounding like they were crying. unless they choose to eat gravel or something. 

“what’s got you so bumbed out?” Mammon said fully entering the room now know that they were in the room and completely ignoring their request to go away. 

“I said go away, I don’t want to talk about it” They said pulling the pillow to their head in hopes to block out more of the world. so that they didn’t have to look up and face the fact they were a hot mess. so mammon didn’t have to see them like this.

“no! the great mammon isn’t leaving till you say what's bothering you! that way I can fix it for you!” Mammon declared boldly. goofy grin on his face hoping that his optimism would help cheer them up. 

“you can’t fix this. you cant bring back the dead. well unless you use necromancy, but. that's never worked out” They had let out a dry laugh for saying all of this. but now they were holding back tears trying to not cry their heart out for a second time.

“oh human...” Mammon was at a loss of words, though to be fair he didn’t get the time to form a full sentence. 

“I’ll never get them back. they were practically an angel” they sniffled, trying to not sob. “my parent died mammon. what the fuck am I going to do?” they didn’t really expect an answer from mammon. 

“Listen here, the great mammon will deal with all the technical talk, and will make sure you can go to the human world long enough for you to do what you need to. but till then and maybe after, I’ll be here for you.” mammon explained simply. 

after letting out a chocked sob they reached out a hand and grabbed onto mammon's arm. “thank you” they sobbed out. mammon just sat there and patted the blanket pile gently trying to give as much comfort as he could. 

“do you want a hug?”

“please-”

Leviathan

since he hides away and does online classes (Correct me if im wrong) he might not even realize something is going on

unless he messages them and doesn’t get a response. 

will ask if the others have seen them and like will try to figure out where they were last seen.

eventually puzzles together that something is wrong and he should look for them

Satan

He although wrathful himself, isn’t able to see through the anger and might be a little annoyed about them for being so.

though he does understand that there is probably a reason for them being upset. he’ll do his best to figure out what caused them to act this way.

he’s stubborn and straight forward, he’ll probably be direct and ask what is wrong and wont leave till he gets an answer.

or he might occasionally bring it up and keep getting updates with how their doing kind of thing.

doesn’t really have to seek for them when they hide away because he watched them slip away and got worried and followed them

Asmodeus 

he is very quick to realize something more is going on, something more than meets the eye. 

probably doesn’t directly do anything at first other than same some sugar coated words in hopes it cheers them up.

when that doesn’t work, he gets very worried and tries to convince them to do somethings to ‘take your mind off of things’ 

knows exactly where to look to find them. first try!

Beelzebub

one of two ways, he either doesn’t notice anything for the first little bit, or he has a strange feeling nagging him that something is wrong and he tries to figure out what.

once its clear that they’ve disappeared he is quick to start looking, might take a while to find them because he is gonna check everywhere to find them.

bear hugs no questions asked, will try to comfort to the best of his abilities. 

will ask them what they want to do after a while to see what he can do to make them feel better

Belphegor

tbh honest probably knows something is up right away. 

with either avoid it entirely or bluntly ask what is wrong

if he doesn’t get a direct answer or is shooed away he doesn’t have the energy to push for the truth, might be a bit annoyed.

once he hears that they have gone missing it probably wont take him long to find them. 

will sit down next to them and be like ‘now will you tell me what is wrong?’

Solomon

since he doesn’t have the same amount of time with them he may not notice at first. or he does notice ASAP because holy shit what happened why are they so mad.

might try to inquire what is wrong and like use his natural charm to try to cheer them up. 

when he hears they are lost or missing ect. he uses magic to find them as quickly as possible. 

will do a bunch of considerably silly and goofy things trying to get them to smile or laugh before trying to get them to talk about whats bothering them

Simeon 

doesn’t take him long to figure out something is wrong, just one look and he knows

but other wise, he’ll simply ask if you want to talk about it. when bluntly rejected he’ll leave them alone

they go missing during the day? maybe it was worse than he first realized, he’ll go looking for them.

will find them within the hour, maybe a half hour if he’s lucky. 

mans will try to comfort them any way he can.

_____________________________________________________________ sorry, for not doing Diavolo, luke and barbatos, i just didn’t really have the time to do them nor could i figure out how to do ones for them so like aihogdsifh sorry. but i do hope you enjoy this post nonetheless. 

[charmed-asylum]

🐍 Envious Lover 🐍

Summary: With no where else to go Loki has only one last option to save his home and that you. What can worst then going to your ex, a goddess of gods.

Loki x Reader ( goddess)

Word count: 3,733

⚠️WARNING ⚠️: Goddess being everyone goals, Loki being a jealous sassy boy, Thor being his adorable self, sassy reader , goddess reader, I little of bow chicka wow wow, angst, and a lot more I can’t remember

A/N: I wrote this for the @finleyjayne rainbow writing challenge. I have dyslexia so if something wrong please tell me. This is also my first fanfic I have ever wrote. I had a lot of fun and I just gain more respect then I had before for fanfic writers. Thanks to @kity for pushing me to do it. Also thanks to @hellcaster901 @deceitfuldevout @linkispink1995 for being wonderful to me during this process ❤️ you guys. Alright enjoy and CONGRATULATIONS TO FIN for this wonderful achievement!!!!! ( also check out master list for some goodies)

Tagged: @alagalaska @linkispink1995 @deceitfuldevout @hellcaster901 @alias-b @opheliadawnwalker3

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Master List

You stood tall like a stem of beauty. Your hair was glowing with a dark lust in the bright dying sun. You were a mystery. Your eyes were keepers of souls and secrets, and your voice was made of silky waves of desire. You were a siren and with one sound– even one as quiet as a whimper or soft moan– any man would be forevermore trapped in your grasp.

“Who, father, should I give a good night kiss for such a surprise? Cry of a tear as the lady finds such men without a breath,” you asked softly as you walked down the hallway covered in ivy. Loki rolled his eyes. He couldn’t deny you were the woman of his dreams. Unfortunately, he was also far too stubborn to ever admit this.

You were still bitter after the untimely death of your fiancé. You spent your days hosting high-end balls and festivities. You spent your nights playing with the hearts and passions of the endless stream of men begging to please you.

“Aren't you the whore of all things gold,” Loki said, his words laced with sweet venom.

“You know, when I was born of triumph at the end of all galaxies, my mother looked me dead in my eyes and told me that I was dangerous. Want to know why little boy?

“Oh please do tell me why, pet,” he said as he rolled his eyes. He was intrigued by you and the idea that you had a bit of a dark side only made him want you more, but of course, the god of mischief wouldn’t let you know that you had power over him.

“Because even though I may look like only possession or pet, I am more. So much more in fact that all gods come to me. They bow down to me, pray to me, and hope that I bestow my love onto them. Whenever there is no one left, I am their sole hope and their end. As they sleep at night in a room full of guards, they are unaware of how easily I could slip inside their room and slit their throat. How easily I could sink my teeth into their necks. How much I want to inject them with the green venom that drips from my painted lips. They have no idea how precarious their situation is whenever they are in my presence.” You said as you glared down at him.

“And do you kill them?” Loki asked as he cleared his throat. You smirked at him as you sensed his fear and attraction to you.

“Maybe one day you will know the answer to that question. Until then, all you need to know is this: I am not a whore of all things gold as you say. I am hope and peril all wrapped into one. I am an empress. You are in my kingdom. So act as such,” you said as you walked past him. Your head held high as you ambled into a garden full of gold and green.

He turned to follow you and tried to act as disinterested as he could, but the sway of your hips made him feel the blood rush to his face and other parts as well. With each step closer he could hear the loud boom of commotion. There was loud music drifting through the air. It was another party. Loki knew that while you basked in a lively and over the top way of life and love from admirers, it was all just a facade. That victorious smile and eyes that sparkled with grave darkness told him everything he needed to know. You were just like him: alone.

“You say such harsh words. Are you not going to enjoy such a garish party? What is the cause of the celebration today? Oh, I know! It must be that you got a brand new pair of shoes or a tiara maybe,” Loki said with a cocky smirk. He was trying to egg you on because if he can get you angry maybe you will reveal what he suspects to be behind that mask of yours.

You walked by a pond in the center of your garden and gently sat on a rock. Below you, your reflection looks back at you, judging you with a mirror of truth. Your long dainty fingers with gold claw-like nails dip a few fingers in it to disturb its image. He wondered if you had even cared enough to listen to his words.

“Do you know why I love this pond?” You asked, not waiting for an answer before you continue. “It has to do with the unpredictability and volatility of life. Everything can change. It only takes a second for the odds to flip to another’s favor, but this,” you looked up into his dark eyes. “It always remains the same.”

You took your hand out of the water, “You came for an alliance and my loyalty is with you, as always, but this time it can’t be against him,” you said and pointed at Thor, who was too busy playing with the snake in his hands to notice. You smiled at the gentle playfulness of this giant. Even with all he had been through and everything he still will endure he remained the same hopeful man as before.

“Isn’t she gorgeous? It was a present from your dear brother. It follows me as I go. Just like the one who gave it,” you said laying back with lust in your eyes. Loki licked his lips as you gave him a seductive wink. He took a deep breath as he tried to ignore the way that seeing you like this made him feel. You were flirtatious by nature, and you loved taunting and provoking men until they go mad.

“We come here in the hope that you assist us in fighting our dear long lost sister, Hela. Surprisingly, she’s more of a pest than you,” Loki said as he tried to gain back control and push you further away.

“Did you know that once your dear brother turned into a nasty green snake in order to scare off my suitors? He stopped when one of them tried to catch and cook him. After that he cried like a baby for hours,” you said with a smile.

“Oh, Thor. Do you mind giving me and Loki some time to talk? There’s ale and a huge feast inside. Do make yourself at home, love,” you said, your eyes not leaving Loki’s.

“Yes, my lady. Brother, I feel this lady can be the woman of your dreams and maybe make love by the fire on her bear fur rug in her chambers.” Thor said gently, putting the snake down. Loki’s face burns red as the embarrassment of him talking in his sleep and you find out what he dreams of is revealed.

“You idiot! You’re not supposed to repeat that out loud,” Loki hissed.

Even though your face remained neutral, you took enormous pleasure at this new revelation. Your mind returned to the sensual thoughts which you had had for years. You pushed your shoulders back and walked close to Loki and turned to whisper in his ear, “who knew red was such a beautiful color on you.”

You laughed as you watched Loki once again struggle to find words. You placed a small four-leaf clover behind his ear and gently placed your hand on his cheek. It had been so long since you last felt each other’s touch. After one touch it all came rushing back. All the long nights in the thrill of a secret affair. Loki's hands followed yours. Hands rough from many years of labor he went through wrapped tightly around yours.

“I’m sorry it took me so long, my dear. Things didn’t go to plan as I hoped. I thought of you every long night,” Loki said placing his lips to the back of your soft hand.

“I could tell you that you dress like a poser. You try too hard. Not like a king you are destined to be. Still, you gallop around making a joke of me. Playing pretend. I waited and had to be chosen as a bride you know,” you said in a deep tone. For such an innocent and gorgeous woman, any man or beast would be fearful if they ever tried to cross you. That in itself made him obsessed with you. His other hand dipped behind you and brought you closer to him.

“I know. You know your mine and still, you choose to always play with me. I may be the god of tricks but I don’t like it when I’m trick on. Sad that fool had an untimely death Huh” Loki said with eyes full of ideas.

Your eyes flutter a bit through your thick long lashes before biting Loki's finger. Giggling a bit you pull away and turn a few times, your gorgeous evening gown turning into a forest green cocktail dress.

“You made me shear tears. I promise you that won’t ever happen. If so I turn you into my plaything like that “you said snapping your finger before walking towards the party.

Mumbling under his breath he ran after you. Before you could step foot into the grand ballroom Loki turned you against the wall and held you tight. Those eyes turn darker than the midnight sky. Lips parted just for a before snapping back in place. Everything about him so addicting.

“Pouting and snapping your fingers doesn’t look so flattering on you. I’m done with this chat. You're a fool with tiny tricks, maybe you could do some for entertainment. Once you grow up then I shall speak to you only when you're being reasonable, Loki!” you said before storming off. That right there drove Loki over the edge. Even with all his tricks and harsh words you always cave in but not this time. You meant what you said. Even your eyes smile all used to be the brightest for him. No matter what you were always on his side. Maybe this world you create shape was more a prison than a simple paradise he first imagines.

Most of the night he couldn’t find you in the sea of people. Till he hears a familiar laugh echoing throughout the room. Rubbing his forehead he prays to high gods alike that he wasn’t embarrassing himself.

To his surprise, it was far from it. Thor stood in the center of attention telling stories lively of battle he played a role in. What made Loki's eye twitch just a little bit more was who Thor had to hug tight to his side but you. You laugh at the mimicry of everyone around you. As if you could feel his eyes on you playfully slap Thor peck before wiping a tear from his eye and feed him another green grape. Hand resting on his chest rubbing little circles laughing.

Loki had to think for a second each time you found someone or thing to replace him he would find ways to either manipulate them to leave or just got rid of them altogether. Could he do that to Thor? Hell yes with the pleasure she might take care of two problems once and for all. But he had more pain than you and his dear dopy brother.

“Oh, Loki. Sweetheart. Please come, your brother was just telling us of a green giant they call a Hulk and it's smashing you like a rag doll” you said into your glass of champagne.

Letting out a deep breath. He looks at the two very disappointed. “That beast is far too dangerous than most beasts you ever saw. You too would be a stump. Pet” Loki said with his arms cross over each other tapping his foot.

“I don’t know. What bolt here telling me isn’t so bad. Sounds cute” You said in a baby voice with a hand on your hip and a resting bitch face.

He glances around before grabbing a glass of green champagne and gulping it in one sit. They had no time to play. All this time could be spent figuring a way to save their land before it is too late. Throughout the night he watches as you gracefully walk around talking laughing ignoring him.

“Dear brother if my time on Earth has proven any knowledge besides they are helpless beings. This thing they call emotions. Lady Jane and my fellow teammates talk a great deal. Maybe if you say I’m sorry for whatever she will forgive you instead of demanding her and her attention solely on you” Thor said drinking some ale.

“Do I look like a lost puppy like you? I can do many things but to apologize to her when she should be but in my debt for me of all things but to fancy her. No, I -“ he stops when he sees you slip away from the party “will do that right now,” Loki said running off after you.

With a gentle touch of green smoke, you disappear before his eyes. Well, this wasn’t something he didn’t see coming. Hours he spent looking high and low far and near for you. Before he finally decides to give up he saw a dim light at the end of the emerald cover walls hallway. A familiar song melody dances in the air. The closer he got he could see your back through the crack in the door as you look at something in your hands.

“If you're going to lurk, at least be slick with it,” you said, your back still facing him.

“Wasn’t looking for you, more like a bathroom. For a fortress, there aren't many. I want to leave one last surprise for you” Loki said, leaning against the door, locking it.

You roll your eyes and walk by a gold satin curtain. A second later arriving from behind with a more revealing outfit. Loki's eyes nearly his socket when you face your backside towards him.

You comb your hair I’m in front of a mirror, “What Thor said earlier is that truth, do you wanna take me raw on my Kermode fur rug? You old kinkster” you look at him through the mirror while combing your luxuriant hair.

You said one thing, but your tone meant another. God how he wishes it didn’t work the way it did. From the innocent but deadly eyes to the way your hands play with your hair, to the way your mouth moves when you speak. God was he in trouble. But he needs you right now. Maybe it was more than he thought or wanted to admit.

Before he knew it you had gotten up and was standing chest to chest to him. Reaching close you look up in his piercing sad but serene eyes then glance to his moist lips. SLAP Loki curses under his breath as he looks at you glared into your eyes. Raising a finger he frowned a bit, “are you out your mind” he hissed. You shrugged your shoulder and smiled, bitting down on your gold frost nail.

“No, I am. I told you that rage and anger will get you nowhere. How dare y-” before you could finish your rant Loki grab you by the waist and shove his mouth onto yours.

Shock by this action you tumble back onto that so rub with him. Even as the pain rushed through your backside you didn’t care as you grabbed tight to his back clawing tight. Marking him. Your mouth dancing with his sucking the air out of one another. His hand slipping to the back and unclipping your green with a gold trimming bra. With his pale long fingers trail his hand from your waist up to cup you breast gently as he left bite marks onto your neck. A deep breathless moan came out as you grabbed onto his long black hair. Looking up to your eyes he smirks and starts to continue to attack your body with such pleasure. “How dare you make me have to come back and you go flaunt yourself around. I thought we both knew your mine and not one else” he said biting down right below your left boob.

“Fuck Loki shut up for once and continue what you're doing. You never officially told me I was yours as you left me behind. So....S...Stop your whinnying” you said pulling him closer to you and bit his neck.

“But you’re wrong before I left I gave you that ring on your finger. Love and that means your mines, not your idiotic ex and most definitely not goodie two shoe brother, Thor’s” Loki said in a scathing tone.

One hand grips tightly around your neck as the other gently grabs some fat off your thigh. Your body curves into his touch begging for more. Each breath was shorter than the last sweat dripping down his forehead. And right as Loki ripped off your thong, you pushed yourself so that you were on top straddling his lap gazing down at him. A huge grin appeared as you grab both hands and move them above his head, your hips rocking back and forth as you kiss him, each one pulling more and more force with it. Instead of moans and curse words, you giggle softly.

“Say it. Say what I want to hear and I’m yours no more games tricks and lies. Say it and this thing you're so proud of would be more than costume jewelry. I will be yours forever and I would stand by you as you become victorious my true king” You hissed. His eyes darkened as he watched you continue to attack him with each hump. Stars of the night started to fulfill his vision and he could see green mist cover the ceiling. Before he could say anything else a cruel comment or a backhanded compliment he shouts out your name. So loud even those in your party could hear it. Thor looks around and smiles into his cup knowing that once the act is done not only would he be in favor of his dear grumpy brother but owe many thanks to you.

Loki looks up to you from the floor both of you basking in such glory after hours of nonstop pleasure. Turning onto his side he leaned his hand on his head and watch you, sitting at your vanity table. You were rubbing lotion with gold leads onto your smooth skin. What he imagines and what happened was way beyond his dreams. Even he has to admit maybe leaving you so long ago was a bad mistake. One he hopes to never do again.

With that, he decided it was the time of being a fool, and once again the man the king loves to hear you say he is.

“My love stopped what you are doing and looked at me. I have something far more important than that” he said taking your tiny hands into his. You look at him with such awe and desire.

“I am not one to say such words or to admit such things. I grew up in this world alone feeling like I was more a burden than a child. With all this, I grew darker as tar. My heart was cold as ice. Even with that, you love me. Even when I’m thrown down and laughed at, you show over and over your loyalty. For so long I thought it didn’t matter. Hell-bent to not cave into their ways. But as I made my journey to that world my brother fell so in love with, I then realized my mistake. I thought if I can be a ruler of one world alone. Worried you won't see me as fit as your husband. Instead, I was lonely and felt deep into the darkness you are so gracious to help me from. I even miss the friendly banter I and my brother have a share. In all I’m sorry. You're not only my pet but my queen. And I hope you huh show you for the rest of my days” Loki said onto his knees pleading.

Coming close you place a gentle kiss him on the lips. Looking up with a huge smile. Finally hearing the words you've wanted to hear for centuries. Loki took your ring and moved it to the wedding finger and picked you up. Your arms wrap tight around his neck pepper kissing him giggling like a little child.

“Loki you silly slick snake. I made up my mind I was coming with you the second you step foot onto my land. This world has been lonely and parties are no fun without you. And I hate that sister of yours and would love to see her eyes as she takes her last breath. And while your dear brother is busy with her we can plan to take over. Once and for all. With you finally king and me by your side as queen. Now let me go so I can collect my prize from Thor. And we can be on our way” you said with a wicked grin on your face.

“YOU WHAT!”Loki said, stunned but also turned on by the trick you played on him.

Touching his cheeks she nodded yes.

“Thor and I had a bet. After he asks me to be a part of this club of yours revengers. He thought as a stubborn prince you would last longer and I said within the hour. I will always know you better than you do yourself” you said pitching him cheek a little.

Shock not only did you trick him but you got his brother enlisted as well with your plan.

“I can’t believe you got me. You naughty pet you. I should punish you for this or maybe I will reward you” Loki said.

Getting up you waltz across the room to the bathroom and turn, “Oh dear prince. Let us take care of this pest problem then you can do with me as you please.” You blow him a kiss and a flirtatious wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

He always thought his true home was Asgard but it was you.

[nightswithkookmin]

First, this is my THIRD TIME I send you my question. If you don't response I move.

Second, why still jikook shippers exist when jimin & jungkook was barely communicate. The fact, we can't ignore that, jimin & Jungkook avoid each other. Something between them was not good. I really miss their genuine interaction. Other hand Jk seems normal with other members. WHY?

👀 Ok but I'm really doing my best here 😒

There's literally 400 plus unanswered Asks in my inbox. If I answered one Ask each day it will still take like a whole year to clear my inbox and there will still be some unanswered Asks sitting in there.

Besides, I think I have answered this exact question? I have said I believe Jikook experienced a hiccup in their relationship between October and November last year post JM's birthday but I don't believe they broke up. Not sure how many times you want me to repeat that.

Most of the content with 'no interaction' and 'tension' between them were filmed around the same period within this timeline.

I will uploading a blog on that timeline soon. I have a rough draft of it sitting in my drafts somewhere. I've been answering a lot of Asks lately and I just haven't had time to write an actual blog post. Sigh.

Why Jikook Shippers still exist...

I ask myself this question every single day darling- why do people still ship Jikook when Jikook is more than a ship? They should be supporting them not just shipping them.

Also, I don't think real Jikook supporters support Jikook just because they interact. Those are the shippers. The trad shippers as I like to call them. I support Jikook because they are queer first and foremost and secondly because they are in love with eachother.

Just because they 'don't interact' in a moment, on camera, don't make them all of a sudden straight. It doesn't work like that.

Jimin is my bias and I know beyond a shadow of doubt he is queer. I love him more for it. I really love him more for it. You have no idea. I am not going to withdraw my support for him as an LGBTQ plus member in a conservative space just because he isn't interacting on camera with another member. That's just silly.

The love between them isn't going anywhere anytime soon. As long as they both want it and they both go out of their way to nurture it, it will always be there. I think that's what you should be paying attention to- whether or not they are nurturing their bond outside their interactions on camera during this period.

Because if they are not, then that's when they will become a real fanservice ship. No shade to a certain ship💀

JIMIN AND JK AVOID EACHOTHER. WHY?

Well damn I got nothing. Lol. My crystal ball is on the fritz. Would have to call Dumbledore for assistance. Help, Dumbledore! Lol.

Jokes aside, I see what you mean. But I keep saying Jikook are not broken up. It hasn't been smooth sailing all 7 years you know- ok take a few years. I don't think it will be either going forward either.

Jikook are not jikooking all the time. It's part of the contract they have with us. Lol. Sometimes it's because they are having relationships problems, other times it's their environment, a producer they ain't vibing with, bad hair day, the members getting on their nerves- a myriad of reasons Anon. A ton. I can only speculate. Could be anything from a break up to a lost change. Know what I mean?

They do have issues from time to time. They are human too. Sometimes they hide it behind smiles and perform knock off versions of their bond for us.

Other times they choose not to perform their bond, especially if whatever they are dealing with is serious- if it is, they set boundaries and respect eachother's boundaries to allow them to emotionally process and deal.

Most times too they push and poke at eachother's boundaries till the other cave. Especially if one of them feel whatever is getting in their way is a trivial issue.

During Jin's birthday VLive in December, they sounded a lot like they were enjoying eachother's company to me- apart from the part JM was throwing shade at us left right left, I didn't sense any tension between them then.

Chilee JM, whatever did we do to you?🤧

All we did was call you 'a liar' once and now you just keep rubbing your relationship in our face?😥 You really didn't have to tell us you were with Jungkook when Jin put you on speaker.😒 You really didn't. You knew he was putting you on speaker. Acting like Jin was bothering you or something. I see you. Smirk.

Their moments at GDA and the end of year award shows were equally telling of the state of their relationship.

In some content post Grammy you could see them hanging in the background playing games and what not.

Arriving together at KBS in the same car at 5am, leaving set together at 1am and heading lord knows where- cough, Itaewon.

Then this happened... was JK high? Chilee.

Like I know my bias is sexy and fine but JK you don't have to be scanning him like that😭

I've been saying, Jikook 'relax' in certain contents, act serious in others- as they should. They literally had the GMA performance before this shoot and people were screaming there was tension between them and what not and that JK seemed mad at Jimin. Mad bunny where?! Lmho.

The 'less open' one in that performance was JM not JK. To me. I felt he was putting up a tough exterior, acting like he don't kiss ass in that time period. Not sure if it was the haircut or his inner shadow hunter but something had shifted in him. Lol.

You could tell JK really wanted to show off their bond and chemistry in that event, and had perhaps wanted JM to engage like he'd done with him in previous performances?

But JM wasn't doing none of that for whatever reason- No, I don't think it was because he was mad at JK.

He just wasn't on his Jikook agenda.

They enjoy eachother and when they get lost in a moment it's usually for them not us. But they know and are well aware we like their bond and we love to see it. You'd often hear them, JM especially, ask the fans if they like certain moments especially after he's interacted with JK in a certain way or shared certain intimate details about their relationship with fans at fansigns.

They troll us, they tease us, they include us in certain moments- Jk deliberatly stealing JM's tear stained tissue( a reenactment of a popular Korean sitcom where a creepy ass lady stole her crushes used tissue to convey she adored him) him pointing at JM to indicate he desires JM, slowly taking off his shirt while holding JM's gaze, the you are me, I am you, what's tasty in Busan and all these other moments.

They each have their own Jikook agenda. But they are both not always in on it. Sometimes JM has no idea what JK is up to, other times it's JK who's clueless. Like the Holiday remix video where JK bolted after that intense fanservice moment with JM.

I don't think he knew JM was going to do what he did. It was shock and desire rolled into one for him. I just know it. Lmho.

As I said, the director probably had whispered something in JM's ear and had asked him to give them a moment.

JK was probably having wedding dreams flashbacks. His entire Itaewon gay future flashed before his eyes. I'm dead. Lmho.

Jk'd initiate in moments where JM wasn't initiating (during performances) and he'd bump shoulders or just shamelessly wrap his hands around Jimin and have a moment.

Same energy from JK different periods in the timeline- one before Grammy, one after.

May be you should be paying close attention to the things they do when they 'don't interact?' What they do when they do interact. Who initiates, whether the other reciprocates or not etc? The setting and environment equally counts as well.

Literally these two contents were filmed on the same day but half the fandom was screaming there was something off with Jikook in one just because Jikook didn't touch eachother.

JK was hesitating to initiate skinship with JM in one content, but didn't in the other- on the same day. What gives??

Contents filmed with Suga, Tae in dark hair, JM with an undercut were all filmed after 11th October and before 3rd November when Suga had his Surgery.

Content with JM in blue hair were filmed after 24th November.

JK's mood was pretty consistent to me till the pop up in late October, the holiday remix filmed after 3rd November but before Grammy, the Grammy reaction on 24th November and the recent run which was also filmed after Grammy where he seemed mostly closed off to JM's Jikook agenda- do you see what I mean when I say all those moments on 'tension' you and others mention were filmed within the same period?

Jimin's reaction has equally been consistent, going from putting up a tough exterior to being mellow and somewhat humbled or subdued.

Make of it what you will.

Not sure what you mean by genuine interactions. I think you have to embrace all aspects of them and their relationship. They have 'genuine' moments, they have fan service moments, they have good days, they have bad days. Sometimes they don't interact at all.

It's ok to miss them. But don't demand that they change or interact in a certain way to suit your shipping desires. That's dangerous.

They are human.

Signed,

GOLDY

[starlightkenobi]

Tear You Apart // Anakin x Reader

rating: explicit

warnings: dom anakin, light choking, light hair pulling, mostly just pining tbh

a/n: inspired by the song “tear you apart” by she wants revenge, i love this song and its always given me possessive ani vibes,,, LIKE U WANNA LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT THIS ISNT END OF ROTS ANAKIN BEFORE HE GETS BURNT ? YOU GONNA TRY ? YOU CANT !

also: this is the longest thing i have written for this account and i am pretty darn proud of it which is rare for me, so i hope yall enjoy !!! 💕

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Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right

At the right place and right time, maybe tonight

And the whisper or handshake sending a sign

Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Anakin’s mind ebbed and flowed with the tide of people wandering the room. He always hated these formal Jedi gatherings, usually coming up with some convoluted scheme to get out of attending. Not tonight though, Obi Wan was completely fed up with Anakin’s usual antics. His stern voice still haunted his ears, and remembering it filled him with remnants of dread.

He was so sick of all of it. The annoyingly forced casual conversations, the same people, same faces, even the same damn Jedi robes, save the few senators mingled into the room. All of the people faded into one dull energy, like a black hole draining Anakin’s energy and enthusiasm. He was sure that if he had to choose between this and death, he would pick death without hesitation.

That was, until he layed his eyes on you.

You walked with such presence, such grace, that it was impossible for someone to not notice you. Your robes hugged your figure and flattered you in a way that Anakin didn’t even know was possible. Your hair hung around your head, flowing around you and illuminating your features like a halo. Which was quite possible, Anakin thought, considering you might be an actual angel in the flesh.

Your flesh. Anakin pictured how soft it would be under his touch, the goosebumps that would arise after the cold touch of his metal hand. To touch real skin, to have that real contact...Anakin was touch starved to be sure. But now, he was ravenous, and you were the only meal he’d seen in years.

A voice in his mind screamed at him, a voice that was very stern and similar to Obi Wan’s disappointed father-like tone, if he thought about it. But he didn’t want to think about it, he wanted to ignore the raging thoughts that screamed, Listen to yourself, Anakin. Your being gross and creepy. Calm down.

Luckily, he didn’t need to ignore them. The second you turned around and yours eyes met, he was gone. Those thoughts were drowned out by even louder ones that told him to scoop you up right there, claim you as his, test the feeling of his lips on yours.

Your lips looked so soft, and even from this distance he could almost feel them pressing against his skin, see them falling open in a drawn out moan. And your eyes, sparkling like the stars in the clear skies of Naboo on a dark night. Deep and endless like the expanse of space that he so often saw while piloting his starfighter. Even still, they were flowing with a lifetime of emotion and soul that couldn’t be seen in all of the other Jedi in this room combined.

Emotion, pure and raw emotion. He always felt so wrong and alone, being emotional. Considering he had been told all of his life that emotions were not the Jedi way. But you, standing in front of him right now, were made of pure emotion and experience and feeling, something that could not be put into words, but only expressed.

Anakin’s heart stopped as he realized that you were actually standing right in front of him. In his trance, you noticed him staring and decided to approach him.

“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met.” No flattery, no pointless and boring casual conversation. You cut right to the chase, and it intrigued him even more.

“We definitely haven’t, there’s no way I would forget meeting you.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip, and your cheeks flushed. A lovely, tinted pink. “I’m Anakin. Skywalker.” He added his last name, hoping that you might recognize it.

“General Skywalker...I’ve heard tales of your escapades, and especially of your unusual war tactics.” Your blush begun to fade, but a light pink still remained. It was absolutely adorable, Anakin decided, and he wondered how flushed your face would get with his mouth trailing down your neck.

“Do my unusual tactics bother you?” Anakin asked, and he visibly appeared less tense then he did moments ago. You were so easy to talk to, and your force energy felt so soothing around him. He wanted to be enveloped in it. Maybe it was some circumstance of fate that he was forced to attend this gathering tonight. Maybe it was this same fate that brought him to you.

“Not at all. As a matter of fact, I’m intrigued.” You gave him your name, and reached your hand towards his, expecting him to shake it. However, the soft skin of your hand was too much of a temptation. As soon as he felt your touch, he pressed his lips gently to the back of your hand. Normaly, you would have been annoyed with the flirtatious advances of someone so early into meeting them. But this felt different, it felt new and strange and somehow, comforting.

Needless to say, you were completely drawn in and wanted more.

Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her

Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped

But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light

When she walked in, he froze up, believe its the fright

A deep breath of fresh air filled Anakin’s lungs as he stepped out onto the balcony. The crowds of people had been practically suffocating him, and to finally have some peace and quiet alone with the stars felt magical. Maybe this is what the Jedi mean when they say, “There is no emotion, there is peace.” Out here, with nothing but the endless black sky and the stars, Anakin did feel at peace. However, that didn’t stop the torrent of emotions swirling in his gut. So he figured that old, tired saying was bullshit anyways.

“Fancy seeing you out here.” He recognized it immediately. Your voice, like a serene melody, filled his ears. Immediately, he spun around, desperate to see your face again. This time, however, he felt nervous when he saw you. Afraid, even. So many thoughts were flooding his head all at once that it almost became to much.

“I...wasn’t expecting anyone to join me.” Ankain fumbled over his words, staggering to uphold his good impression on you.

“I can leave, if you’d prefer to be alone. I completely understand. These gatherings can get a bit...claustrophobic.” Your voice was softer now, and Anakin could tell that you were trying to mask the hurt in your tone. You would have turned around and walked away without a word, had he asked, but Anakin wouldn’t allow that. As soon as you turned to leave, he reached out toward your hand and took it in his own.

“No!” Anakin almost shouted, and even though he was afraid, he was ready to embrace any new and strange emotions if it meant getting to spend another moment with you. He steadied himself, preparing another sentence. “Your company is more than welcome.”

A smile tugged at your lips, reveling in his hand warming your now cool skin from the breeze. His hands were so much larger than yours, you noticed. Somehow, it made you feel safer, more comfortable. Anakin noticed and gripped your hand tighter.

Standing here, so close to you and in this lighting, he was finally able to see all of the fine detail in your eyes. The little speckles of color forming their own constellations in your galaxy. He could have sworn they were faintly glowing, each star producing its own aura of light.

You turned towards the sky, gazing up at it with all of the longing in the galaxy. Of course Anakin noticed it, he felt the same way about space. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Unconsciously, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear that had blown out of place from the wind. “Each little star feels like it has a life of its own, it’s own personality and feelings and emotions. I guess that’s why space has always called to me, the stars don’t judge.”

Anakin, still holding your hand, turned to the sky with you. “Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.”

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak

And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak

An escape is just a nod and a casual wave

Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

After that first night together, meeting at the Jedi gathering and talking for hours out on the balcony, the only thing Anakin had in his mind was you. Sure, maybe he was a little obsessed, but you gave him this feeling, something that he had never really felt before. He had felt love before, for his mother and even for Obi Wan, so he knew what that felt like. Maybe, he felt that for you too.

But he felt something else as well, something new and strange. Lust, perhaps, but Anakin wasn’t ready to deal with that yet. Right now, Anakin was perfectly content with the secret meetings around the temple, the constant excuses just to get out of some task and see each other, the longing gazes, the phantom touches.

For a while, it was heaven. It was new and exciting and absolutely perfect. But this went on for days, weeks, and now almost two months. He craved feeling your touch in a way that the council would disapprove of. He wanted to break all of the rules, destroy all of the boundaries set by the Jedi, and he wanted to do it for you.

But he was patient, when he needed to be. If he had learned anything from Obi Wan, it was at least that. So he would wait until you made the first “not strictly platonic Jedi pals” move. He would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, or do something that you weren’t ready for. Maybe you hadn’t even considered breaking the rules, maybe you felt nothing for him. Deep down, Anakin knew this wasn’t true, he sensed your mutual feelings for him all the way back on the day you first met, and every day since.

Still, for you, Anakin would wait a lifetime.

It's only just a crush, it'll go away

It's just like all the others it'll go away

Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know

You pray it all away but it continues to grow

Anakin was struggling. Obi Wan sensed it, you sensed it, practically the whole council sensed it. But no one knew why. No one except him.

Anakin tried meditation, he tried training, he tried joy rides in his starfighter, he even tried sneaking off to a cantina. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It became a festering sore in the back of his mind, growing and growing with each passing day. It was getting out of hand, and he understood this. And it was frustrating as hell.

But it also felt so damn good to picture your body splayed out underneath him. He wanted to make you feel good. He needed to make you feel good. He owed that to you at least, for giving him this never ending sense of joy and content when he was around you. He did love you, and could say that with certainty now. And when it comes to love, you would do anything for the other person. That’s what Anakin believed, at least. He just needed to wait a little longer, wait until you confessed your feelings and pressed your lips to his. His waited a lifetime to find someone like you, he can wait a little longer.

But even the most patient person needs to relieve the tension a little bit sometimes.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

Anakin’s hands dragged up your body, gripping your skin tight enough to leave bruises. You felt so perfect around him, moaning and whimpering and begging for more.

At least, that’s what he hoped you would be doing in this situation. His hands weren’t even really on your body at all. One was fisted in the sheets while the other stroked up and down on his stiff cock. He had been at this for a little bit by now, and was already so close to the edge. He just needed your voice, your perfect voice, telling him how good he felt inside of you to send him over.

“A-Ani...you feel...s-so good, you make me feel so good!”

He could almost hear you, if he tried hard enough.

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

Streaks of hot cum painted his chest and hand, some even reaching up to touch his chin. His chest heaved, the last images of your body flooding his head. Your breasts painted with his cum was an image he wanted to keep with him, one that he hoped to recreate some day.

It was criminal, the things you did to him. He could only hope that you were feeling like this now too. Still panting and in his post orgasm haze, he closed his eyes and whispered aloud. He called out to you through the force, hoping that somehow you would hear him whisper,

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”

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Then he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passed

And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance

Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there

Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

Both your’s and Anakin’s laughter filled the room. You were both hiding out in your quarters due to currently ditching a Jedi council meeting. Easily and casually, the laughter and conversation filled the room, and you both felt like a bunch of younglings who had skipped a training class.

As the laughter died down, you turned to face him. His laughter was one of the many things you loved about him. It was full and genuine and raw in a way that touched you emotionally. A way that you no longer wished to ignore.

“How long are we going to keep ignoring this?”

Anakin’s traded his smile for the look of a confused puppy. “What?”

You composed yourself, wanting to choose your words carefully. “I mean...the fact that we both have feelings for each other.”

Oh, Anakin thought.

Oh.

He was relieved that you were finally deciding to open up this can of worms, but he was still nervous and frankly, terrified of the possible outcome of this conversation. He looked away from you, unable to bring himself to make eye contact.

Taking it upon yourself to initiate some sort of contact, you tentatively reached for his hand. It brushed up against his, so you gently placed it on top of his and left it there.

“I’m tired of worrying about what the council thinks, aren’t you?” You questioned, still waiting for Anakin to look at you.

Slowly, his eyes met yours. He saw the lack of fear, lack of inhibition. You really wanted this, you wanted him. Your hand tightened its grip on his, your thumb slowly running along his skin.

“I love you, Anakin.” Your voice cane out hushed, as if you were afraid someone else would hear, even though you were alone.

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do

'Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school

But their lips met, and reservations started to pass

Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

“Are you sure that you want this? Are you ready to deal with the potential repercussions from the council? I just don’t want to hurt you, and I certainly don’t want to start anything that you aren’t ready for.”

You chuckled at his restraint. Still, you appreciated how much he cared for you. Clearly it was a lot, considering that you felt his desperation you through the force to just take you, but he was holding back anyways. For you.

“Believe me, Anakin. I’m ready. You don’t have to hold back.” You were looking at him with such lust, such need, that Anakin knew this was an invitation, and he accepted it with open arms.

Either way he wanted her and this was bad

He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy

Now a little crush turned into a like

And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

He pinned you back onto the bed, gathering your wrists into one hand. Frantically, as if he was afraid you would disappear, he nipped and sucked at your neck, leaving marks that he knew the council would notice. Neither of you cared anyways.

It didn’t matter what the council thought, Anakin was ravenous. He wanted all of you, and now with your enthusiastic permission, he was going to take it.

His free hand tangled into your hair and pulled your head back, giving him easier access to your neck. You were squirming, whining, you needed to be touched. You had waited for this just as long as he had, so he would keep the teasing to a minimum.

He let go of your wrists and hair, shooting you a warning glare. “Keep them there.” His voice was deep, dominant, and it shot daggers through you. This sent a shiver down to your core.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

You were both stripped down now, his eyes traveling up your naked body. You were more beautiful than he could have ever pictured. His lips crashed forcefully against yours, and he slowly grinded against you. He needed to feel your skin pressed tightly against him, hust kike he had pictured before. Except this time, you were real. He was really feeling your skin against his and it felt so perfect and right and better than any sort of peace and serenity the Jedi talked about.

“Close your eyes, baby.” Anakin said in a hushed tone as he pulled away from your lips. Immediately and with a whimper, you obeyed. Anakin chuckled at this, your eager obedience. “Good girl.” He growled. A soft moan fell from your lips as you squirmed, but still keeping your hands firmly placed above your head.

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

One hand finally made contact with your throbbing clit, while the other went to play with your breasts. Your heartbeat was so strong and quick that Anakin could feel it when he played with your breast.

“Your heart is beating so fast, like a little bunny.” He pinched your nipple, somehow knowing the exact pressure to use and how much to tug it to make you moan.

A finger slipped inside of you, giving you some sort of realese of the pressure building in your cunt. Suddenly, Anakin’s breath was fanning over the side of your face. It tickled your ear and made you squirm more than you already are.

Gently, he placed a loving kiss to your cheek, before moving his hand from your breast to your throat and lightly squeezing, while he whispered in your ear,

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”

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If opened: Request for Harrison Osterfield In which Harrison is madly in love with the reader but is to scared to bring up his feelings for her due to her being very shy and quiet but the reader accidently let’s it slip that she likes him or something idk

Cute... I had a lot of fun writing it. Also it got LOADS OF TOM HOLLAND IN THIS and you are basically asked to choose one of them in a fun way 🙈...Also, I flew away with it and now it’s 1.6k words, so basically it’s an actual one-shot. Let's see where it goes:—

MONOPOLY | H.O., T.H.

Harrison Osterfield x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.6k words

Warning: Swearing...

Summary: You are stuck in the game of monopoly with two idiots and there’s no escape. Shit is about to happen...

Harrison was not exactly your friend. Your friend was Tom and Tom's friend was Harrison, so as maths works, his relationship with you could be best described as a friend of a friend. Yeah, friend of friend, nothing more. Period.

But then he always tagged along with Tom, so you were subjected with big doses of him in your life, much more than what you had anticipated. Whenever you would open the door for Tom, there was always a Harrison waiting patiently at his back, waiting till you both had finished interacting.

And when you were done with hugging and mocking Tom as friends do, Harrison would smile at you and offer a small wave, fingers running gently in the air. He wouldn't say hi but mouth it. It was always just his lips moving without a real sound. You could read it though. You reciprocated the same. And that became your little greeting.

You were shy and quiet, the stereotypical introvert, so there wasn't ever a proper conversation with Harrison without the presence of Tom. Tom always forced the words out of you. He was good at it and had a big mouth but Harrison... He just went with your natural form. Although he was full of jokes and occasional flirting, which you could never complain about. That was how he was and you had also accepted him in his natural form.

On a normal Saturday evening, the three of you were sitting on the sides of an international monopoly board. Tom was sitting beside you, while Harrison was sitting opposite to you but beside Tom.

"Woo Woo Woo... I owe the whole of London now!!!" Tom squealed, doing a little dance with his hands, shoving his token over the block and dramatically throwing the paper currency at Harrison's lap.

"Take my money, banker!" He growls, lurching forward at Harrison as if the word he addressed Harrison with was wanker instead of banker. Or maybe he actually said wanker; he is Tom after all. Harrison rolled his eyes at his best-friend, dumping the fake currency to the side and tossed the dice.

"Eight!" Tom yelled, reading the numbers.

"I can count," Harrison said unimpressed as he moved his token eight blocks ahead and made it land over 'Income Tax'.

Tom laughed loudly, patting his friend's back while Harrison cursed, putting some of his money aside. You watched their interaction with an ear-to-ear smile, occasional giggles leaving your lips.

"Your chance, Y/n," Harrison says, picking up the pair of dice in his hands and giving it to you. His fingers brushed over your palm, sending little chills down your spine.

Oh yeah, Harrison was after all your crush too. How convenient? That definitely meant tons of awkwardness. But how could you ever resist? His smile, the shape of his face, his sweet voice, his eyes, his laugh, the stuff he talks, his playfulness, his dumb jokes, his knack for helping everyone in need, those curls and now just imagine all those things at one place.

You looked down at the board, tossing the dice.

"Twelve..." Harrison whispers, looking at you through his lashes and smiles. Your heart does that little flip-flop thingy. You move ahead and end up at Jakarta which luckily was your own property. Tom lurches forward, picking up the dice and rolling them over.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He curses, finally landing over Rio De Janeiro, now owing Harrison a sum of two-hundred pounds. A smile spreads across the blonde's face as he jokes —

"Looks like a billionaire is crashing down." He winks at you. You force out a laugh, more like a cough mixed with fake giggles to counter the warmth sweeping in your chest and on your face.

"I need drinks!" Tom growls, submitting the money to Harrison and laying back on the floor.

"Get 'em yourself..." Harrison throws back, counting the notes and tossing the dice.

"Karma!" Tom mumbles, sitting up, seeing the token landing over Lagos.

"Ah... Y/n will surely give me a discount, right?" He asks, looking at you hopefully but in an amusing way.

"Nah... You gotta pay extra taxes instead!" You laugh, slowly feeling connected with the game. Also, the drinks that Tom brought from the fridge were working their way in your system.

Then the game went on for several minutes in which Tom had already showered himself with the fake currency two times.

At one point Harrison frustratingly threw the only twenty pounds he owned at the middle of the board.

"We should play UNO instead. This game is shit!" He declares, hands folded across his chest.

"Why? Cause you are almost bankrupt?" Tom taunts.

"Oh, it's because you are cheating!" Harrison replies, rolling his eyes.

"Dude you are the banker!" He exclaims as you chuckle.

"Whatever. I don't care," He shrugs, trying to get up.

"You can't leave before ending the game!!" You whine and he looks at you.

"Okay. Just because Y/n is saying..." He gives Tom a dirty glare, plopping down on the floor again.

"Just because Y/n is saying..." Tom repeats in a poor Harrison's voice impression.

"Shut up, cheater!" Harrison grumbles and shifts the bank from between them to the other side.

"Ugh, kids..." You groan comically, getting back into the game.

"Y/n... Y/n?" Harrison whispers after two turns.

"What?"

"I invite you to be my business partner," He clicks his tongue while Tom's eyebrows narrow.

"What? No wayyy! That's cheating!!!" He bounces on his lap.

"Says who? One who's in jail? And it's not cheating. That how businesses work," He spat looking at Tom and then looks at you, expressions softening within nano-seconds, "Also Y/n. I have so many properties and you got so much cash in hand. Imagine how powerful we both would be together? We can become the biggest business tycoon in the world!" He completes looking up dreamily with hands stretched out.

"Y/n, don't listen to him. He is an idiot."

Harrison ignores Tom's words and slides from his spot, sitting beside you, knees touching.

"I am not. You know what's best for us. Right na?" Harrison asks softly, leaning his head to the side and close to you, his slightly wet curls falling over his forehead. And those amazing eyes were staring deep into yours. The knot in your stomach tightens making you feel nauseous and pleased with his close proximity simultaneously.

You need more alcohol.

"I-I think... Yeah. It's a good idea..." You speak slowly, hiccuping mid-sentence, breaking the lethal eye-contact with Harrison, while Tom's eyes grew wider.

"Seriously Y/n, you have better options!" Tom says, pointing both his index fingers at himself.

"Rubbish. Everyone knows Y/n likes me better than you." Harrison smirks, glancing at both of you periodically.

"You wish." Tom dramatically whips an invisible ponytail resting over his shoulder to his back, looking confident as ever, "Y/n darling, why don't you bless him with facts..."

For the first time in your life, everyone's eyes were on you. Well, at least these two handsome boys...

You were already nervous.

"It's not fair," You try to change the topic, "You can't ask me to choose between you both. Tom is my friend and Harrison is my crush. I can't---" You instantly clamp your mouth shut.

"What?!" Tom spits the beer in his mouth to the floor.

Your mouth opens and closes, unable to find words. You don't even dare to face Harrison—

"Holy shit!" Harrison mutters under his breath. You can hear it, he's sitting next to you, skin touching. As if everything else wasn’t great already.

Don't look at him. Don't look at him. And then you are looking at him.

He's biting his lip, his Adam's apple is bobbing in his throat.

"You like me?" He questions as if he was making sure. There was no escape...

You suck in a breath, "Yeah... I do..." You instantly avert your gaze to your thighs.

"Oh my god! OH MY GOD! I LIKE YOU SO MUCH!" Harrison yelps like a high-school teen and grabs both of your hands in his bigger ones, jumping up and pulling you to stand with him.

"I am seriously leaving. This is going awkward," Tom says and gets up to leave but then he shoots you a wink before shutting the main door.

Little shit.

He knew. Of course, he knew!

Now it's just you and Harrison. Alone... for the first time. What an awfully pleasant experience...

Harrison squeezes your hands and you look at him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would have taken you to the best of dates, feed you with the best delicacies..." He says, shaking your hands lightly.

"Y-you could have told me..." You manage to say, feeling a bit confident now that things weren't unrequited.

"Dude. I seriously never guessed. I just had this secret crush on you and you talk more to Tom and we never talk in a bilateral way. The boat looked imbalanced from my side, I was seriously freaking out!" He rambles.

"Oh..." You look at your interlaced fingers. They feel good...

Harrison senses your disappointing expressions, so he steps onto the pedestal himself, "No worries. I can take you out now... So, will you go on a date with me?"

You were looking into each other's eyes. His eyes were basically pleading.

"It's not even a question. Of course!" You say, grinning and he's quick to grab you into a warm hug.

You can't thank Tom enough for getting him bankrupt with his great skills... at cheating in the game of Monopoly.

Can you?

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Forever After Goodbye (I)

~Summary: The reader has taken some off to mend her heart and move on. What she didn’t plan was falling in love and finding her happily ever after with the powerful hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson.

~A/N: Hi Lovelies! I am so happy with the response I have gotten on the The Last Goodbye. Now I’m aware some of y’all were rooting for the reader to end up with Elijah but deep down *I’m a Klaus girl* and when it came to choosing one, I really couldn’t. Therefore my beautiful and talented co-writer ( @justlostinautumn ) and I decided to do two alternate endings. Here is the one where the reader ends up with Klaus and hopefully we’ll have the Elijah part up soon :) xoxo

~Characters and Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader, Damon Salvatore x Reader(Platonic), The Mystic Gang and The Mikaelsons.  

~Warning: Swearing.

Part One: The Last Goodbye

Y/N POV:

‘What have I done?’ It wasn’t till now that I realised what I had done. I hadn’t just left the only place I ever called home, but I also left my sister on the day of her wedding, I left my brother, my friends... I left without a word.

“Fuck!” I sigh as I lean my head back in my seat looking at the roof of my car, they must be freaking out. But, I couldn't just sit through the ceremony, not after what I had to say to Damon. I don’t know what was worse, the blank look he gave me or the fact that he said nothing… he just gave me that empty look I had seen him give so many. I looked out the window and saw New Orleans around me, I’d turned my phone off as soon as I got out of mystic falls knowing that it would constantly be ringing. It had taken a day to get here only stopping to get petrol… the wedding was long over but the thing was she didn’t want to hear about how Elena feels and how I let her down. For once I want someone to ask me how I’m feeling… how I’m doing. A heavy sigh passes my lips as I pull out my phone turning it back on. Notifications started to pop up, dozens of missed calls, texts and voicemails. Calls from Jeremy, Elena, Caroline and Bonnie; but the thing that caught my attention was the text message from Damon.

‘Come home Y/N. Everyone is panicking, let’s sort this out. Think about Elena. - D’ There it is, think about Elena, it will always be Elena… just a puppet to be used when needed.

‘I will not cry over this.’ I think to myself as I blink away the tears. I think about who the best person to message would be and I decided it would be Jeremy. ‘Hey J, I know I left without a word but I think it’s time I move on and leave… I know I didn’t pick the best day to do so, but I think it’s time that I get to learn who I am and mourn the ones I lost too.’ turning my phone off after the message was sent and delivered, I didn’t want to know what his response would be… what any of their responses would be. Swiping my bag off the seat next to me, I put my phone in it along with taking my car keys, locking the car and throwing them in too.

I catch my reflection in the window of a shop and I pause to look at my reflection, there is something different about my face and I can’t seem to put my finger on what it is… I then notice my eyes. It’s my eyes. There is an emptiness, a loneliness… they’re hollow. I quickly turn away, not wanting to look at myself much longer and start towards the French Quarter.

New Orleans is a beautiful city, so lively, crowded and full of culture. Something that Mystic Falls is missing, where everybody knows everybody, new faces are rare, and secrets rarely stay secret. The hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise as I feel eyes on my back, a shiver runs down my spine as I look over my shoulder to see who it could be. But, there was nothing, other than the usual hustle of tourists. Shaking my head, brushing off the feeling I continue on my way down the street taking in everything around me and for the first time in a while I felt a slight tug at the corner of my lip as I watched tourists being hustled out of their money. I paused outside a bar named Rousseau’s, making the mental note that this was definitely a place I will need to check out but the thing that had caught my eye was the jewellery shop a couple of doors down.

It’s clear that the French Quarter was popular with the tourists, with the amount of souvenir trinkets that littered the shops. But, walking into the Jewellery shop I find it’s small and quite almost like there is magic in the air, I notice a beautiful charm bracelet with a wolf charm on it. The bracelet itself looked like a twisted vine, the wolf that was linked to it reminded me so much of Klaus. Smiling, I took it to the counter and bought it, I initially struggled with the clasp before I looked up to the sweet woman who sold it to me asking if she would help me put it on, smiling at me when she helped and wished me a good evening.

Walking out the shop I looked at it one more time. Once I was outside that hair rising, spine tingling feeling of someone watching me came back. This time I spin around and I still see nothing suspicious around me and this time I can’t suppress the shiver that runs down my spine. I continue walking until I see someone painting on the sidewalk, I tilt my head as I watch this man create a masterpiece in awe and amazement. I can’t help but look around hoping to find the reason I came here and there stood in one of the archways was the man who I was looking for. Without a second thought I ran across the street and barrelled into him engulfing him a bone crushing hug, if he wasn’t as strong as he was I’m pretty sure we would both be on the floor. I could feel his soft chuckle as he held me close to him, I couldn’t help the soft sobs that escaped me and he pulled me closer, “Miss me that much, my love?”

I couldn’t answer his question because I was only just holding on. I was clutching him like he was the only thing that was keeping me standing… keeping me from drowning.

Third Person POV:

Klaus had followed her through New Orleans as soon as she got there. He got a message from Caroline that she ran from Elena’s wedding and they had no clue where she was going, or why she left. He knew that Caroline had the thought that she might be coming to him otherwise she wouldn't have contacted him. Klaus was certain she was, he had told her that she would always be welcomed here with him. There was something about her and he couldn’t put his finger on it… the emptiness in her eyes had thrown him off, he had never seen her like that. But as she made her way through the Quarter he noticed some light coming back into her eyes. She had stopped in a witches shop, not that she knew that and she bought something asking the witch to help her put it on her wrist. It was funny she could sense his eyes on her but she didn’t see him. She continued to the square where there was an artist painting and he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips as he saw her looking around all hopeful and he couldn’t help but hope she was looking for him.

When their eyes met, she moved quickly barreling into his arms and he couldn’t help but laugh at her. “Miss me that much, my love?” He asked as he held her close but he quickly realised her shaking form wasn’t because of laughter it was because of tears. She was holding onto him as if her life depended on it and it worried Klaus because he doesn’t know what could be causing her this kind of pain. He pulled back and looked her up and down observing her closely, running his hands along her body looking for possible harm. She noticed what he was doing and couldn’t help but give him a watery smile, he has always taken care of her no matter what.

“Are you hurt Y/N? Why are you crying?” The worry in his voice rang out and she continued to clutch onto him and he only brought her closer. She wrapped her legs around him like a koala bear and he caressed her face in his hand. She leaned into his touch and then decided she needed to be closer to feel his warmth and buried her face in his neck and she continued to cry as he rocked them both side to side running his hand through her hair and whispering calming words in her ear.

“I’m here to take your offer Niklaus. You said I could always come to you and you’d never let me go… please don’t let me go.” She clung to him tighter and his grip on her became firm and she continued to cry into his neck and he swore to himself in that moment, right there and then he would never let her go. Klaus was worried because he knew everything that she had gone through so without a second thought he whisked her back to the compound. He softly lowered her to the ground and she shrugged the whiplash off and looked around the compound and he could see the amazement in her eyes. “Welcome to the compound love.” Klaus said, pulling her into his side, kissing her forehead, there was a tug of his familiar smug smirk that made her push his side softly, shaking her head at him. “It’s beautiful, Nik.” There was a shy smile that he rarely saw but it always made him smile, where is Elijah and Rebekah?” She questioned looking around and he couldn’t help the soft chuckle that passed his lips, he knew how close she were with his siblings and he couldn’t help how it tugged at his heart about how much Y/N cared about his family.

“They’ll show up at some point my love, but I think it’s time we talk about the elephant in the room. Don’t you?” He tilted his head as he watched her closely noticing how she looked down at her hands. The hybrid wanted nothing more than to ignore everything and whisk her away on all the adventures that he promised but the thing is he needs to know what happened so he knows how he can actually help her… he doesn’t want it to just be some quick fix. Offering his hand to her, he takes her into the living room offering her a drink which she gratefully accepts.She takes a long drink before looking at him seeing that he’s waiting for some sort of explanation. The thing was she didn’t know where to start. “I was drowning… I couldn’t stay there anymore Nik, I knew I would be leaving the town sooner or later and I picked sooner. I was drowning… but there is always something going on. I couldn’t walk down the aisle and smile as my sister married someone I’m in love with. I told him. I told him before I left and you should’ve seen the look he gave me.” She let out a bitter laugh as she drowned the rest of her drink getting out to collect the bottle to bring it back with her. “I didn’t know where to go. Home doesn’t feel like home anymore. Then I thought of you and I remembered you promised me you’d never give up on me and never let me go…” She had trailed off and Klaus knew that she was lost in her own thoughts and memories.

“Y/N?” He spoke to her softly, her eyes flicked to his and they were filled with tears. He’d known about her infatuation with Damon, she had confessed it to him while drunk once. But, he also knew that Damon and Elena took her love for them for granted. Something crossed his mind, something he had been meaning to say to her for a long time. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you talking about?” She frowned slightly looking at him. She was trying to figure out why he would be apologising to her, “wait, do you not want me here?” The heartbroken look she gives him makes him take her into his arms and hold her close to him.

“No, love. I was going to say sorry for all the pain I’ve caused. I know I didn’t make your life easy… I know I killed your Aunt Jenna and Uncle John. I don’t think I ever apologized for that.” Klaus spoke to her and a sob ripped through her that filled the room and her body began to shake.

“You have many times.” She sniffed and left Klaus in shock.

“What do you mean?” Klaus frowned looking down at her.

“You’ve saved my life countless times, you’ve saved Elena, you’ve been nothing but nice to me.” Y/N gave him a watery grin that tugged at his heart and he held her close resting his head on hers.

“Did you ever mourn?” Klaus curiously asked if it was something that he had always wondered. He had seen her allowing everyone use her as a shoulder to cry on, but he had never seen her mourn. She always just got up and carried on with her life like nothing was happening.

“Yeah?” She frowned at him, but she thought about it and realised that maybe she hasn’t. She never mourned when Jeremy and Alaric died. It didn’t matter if they were alive again, she never had the chance to come to terms with the reality that for a while they might not have come back.

“You know it’s okay for you to mourn, right? you don’t always have to be strong… you don’t have to be the one who carries everyone else burdens. Who carries your burdens?” Klaus looked her in the eyes and tears began to fill them as she allows all the pain she has kept buried all these years. The broken sob she lets out causes Klaus to move quickly and take her to his room where he watched her curl in on herself as she let out all the things she had been feeling.

“Please don’t leave me.” She grabbed his hand before he could walk away, she looked so lost and scared and it hurt him seeing her like this. He got into the bed next to her and she curled up on his chest. He swore he would be her shoulder to cry on. He would be the one who would help to carry her burdens, like she had done with him.

~ A Week Later~

It had been a week since Y/N had arrived in New Orleans. It had been a week since she had left the safe confines of Klaus’ bed. She only moved when she needed the bathroom. Klaus had been making her food and gently encouraging her to eat and drink even though she hated the idea of it. Rebekah was the first one to see her when she got back, she walked into the house and could hear the soft sobs coming from upstairs in Klaus’ room and she was intrigued. Running upstairs she saw Y/N tightly wrapped around Klaus. There was something missing in the girls eyes, the usual warm that was there. Rebekah was worried for the girl who had been there for her when her mother died, who’d been there to comfort her when she thought that Klaus was dead, she was the only person that she could truly call her friend.

When Elijah saw Y/N, she wasn’t crying, she was just staring at a wall not seeing anything, lost in her own world, the lights were on but nobody was home. This was so different from how he normally saw the lively and energetic girl, who was always interested in what book that Elijah was reading and learning about the history the world had to offer. But, most of all, she cared about their history, their story, not the rumours or the legends that were circulating about The Originals. She was the first person he had met that wasn’t horrified or deterred by the stories about them. Kol was the last one to see Y/N, he couldn’t bring himself to see her while she was crying or in a comatose-like state. It hurt him too much. By the time he saw her she was sitting up in the bed talking quietly which was a relief for the family as they were seeing parts of her shining through again.

She was curled up in the bed, emotionally drained. She had been crying for the last week. Rebekah had come to sit with her and comfort her, especially when it came to Damon and Elena. Klaus had rarely left her side through it all. He was adamant that he would be the shoulder she would cry on. Elijah would read to her and Kol would tell her stories that made her laugh. She knew it would take a long time to mourn everything, but after a week of being in bed, letting it all out help. She felt a little less hollow and a little more whole. Klaus was next to her smiling down at her as she let out a heavy sigh.

“What’s wrong love?” Klaus frowned slightly.

“I think I’m ready to get out of bed.” She smiles up at him, Klaus melted at her smile.

“Oh really?” He smirks at her before he starts to tickle her and the pearls of her laughter fill the room.

“Stop it! Nik! I’m serious.” She giggles, trying to wiggle away from him.

“Why now?” Nik was leaning over her looking down smiling at Y/N softly.

“Because I’m tired. Tired of being in bed and feeling sorry for myself. It has been a week and I am ready to live… I’m ready for you to fulfil your promises.” Y/N tilts her head smiling at him as she gently boops him on the nose. He scrunches his nose and looks down at her and sees her laughing, he can’t help his heart warming at the sight of her laughing and generally looking happy. “Also, I kinda want to eat out… don’t get me wrong I’m 100% grateful that you cooked for me, but I don’t think I can eat pasta again or soup… not for a while anyway.”

“How about I go and get you breakfast? Anything you want in particular?” Klaus rolled to the side to look at her, as she rolled on to her side to look at him.

“Pastries, maybe some fresh fruit and coffee!” She groaned at the sound of caffeine, Y/N rolled on her back and looked up at the ceiling.

Elijah couldn’t help but smile at his brother as he watched him take care of this girl, who always brought the best out of him.

“It’s like when we were human.” Elijah commented to Rebekah who was by his side.

“You did always say, she brought humanity back to him. I think it’s the fact she doesn’t care what or who he is.” Rebekah answered.

“She brings it back to all of us.” Kol spoke up as they watched the couple in Klaus’ bed smile and a giggle escaped Y/N’s lips making them all smile. They watch her as she stretches and gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom. Klaus walking towards them with a broad smile

“Can you sit with her? I’m going to get her some food.” Klaus smiled at his siblings and they nodded at him walking into the room to see Y/N walking to sit on a chair on the balcony.

“She moves!” Rebekah smirks at her.

“Ha ha, Bekah.” Y/N snorts.

“How are you?” Elijah asked hesitantly.

“I’m good Li’jah. I actually mean it this time.” For the first time they saw a smile shining through.“What are your plans?” Kol asked, it was a question they all wanted to know what was going to happen now. They had to admit that they were scared that she would leave them to go back to Mystic Falls and they didn’t want that.“I was hoping, if it was alright with you that I might stay here with you guys… I have nowhere else to go, this has felt more like home than Mystic Falls has in a long time.” She looked down at her hands avoiding eye contact. She knows that Klaus said it was fine, but she didn’t want to put out the rest of the family. What she didn’t realise was the smile on all their faces, Rebekah rushes over to her and sweeps her into a tight hug making both girls laugh.“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Rebekah kisses Y/N’s cheek as she pulls away and smiles broadly at the girl she calls not only her best friend but also sister.Klaus and Y/N were just sitting on the balcony listening to the sounds of New Orleans around them, after enjoying a day of laughing and smiling with his siblings. Letting them drown out any thoughts of anything remotely negative. Klaus’ voice breaks her concentration and he is staring at her like she is the only thing in the world, which makes her breath get caught in her throat. “He's your first love. I intend to be your last. However long it takes." Taking her hand, kissing it softly, smiling at her before he walks back into his room leaving her staring at her in shock.

~ A Month Later~

It had been a month since her week of mourning, she had met Freya and she became like another sister just like Rebekah and had led to you guys having many girls nights, causing nothing but chaos for Klaus and his brothers. Klaus had been taking her on little dates over the last two weeks, bringing her food, flowers and gifts just to see her smile. He kept his promises he made her and showed her what life had to offer her since she got to New Orleans, something changed in her. She seemed freer than he’d ever seen and he loved it.

“Where do you want to go next?” Klaus smiled at her, he could think of all the places he wanted to take her, but he wanted her to pick.

“Hmmm… maybe Italy? England? France?” She smiled as she looked at people pass as she drank her coffee, her eyes flickered to Klaus and a smile formed her lips and she tilted her head to the side and looked at him. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Anywhere as long as it is with you.” He smiled at her and her heart fluttered, she knew he had heard it because she saw a small smirk forming on his lips and deep red coloured her cheeks.

Later that day, Y/N was standing in the kitchen making dinner for the family, humming quietly to herself when she felt someone grab her sides, causing her to let out a scream. “Quit spooking me Klaus'' she scolded him hitting his shoulder, but the smile on her lips said she was anything but irritated. Rebekah looked at this cute moment between her sibling and her best friend.  A soft chuckle passed his lips as he watched her pout at him.

“Come on love.” Klaus gave her big puppy dog eyes and Y/N couldn’t help but fall into his blue eyes as they looked at her like that.

“That was mean of you, Nik.” She pouted at him trying her hardest not to smile at him. Before anything else could be said Klaus got a handful of flour that was on the side for when Y/N decided she was ready to roll out the dough and blew it in her face laughing at her pissed off face.

“NIKLAUS!” She shouted and all the siblings ran into the room and couldn’t hide their laughter. Y/N was covered in flour and had fire in her eyes and Klaus was bent over laughing, before she could react Y/N had dumped a load of flour in his hair and Klaus paused and stood up to see a triumphant smile on Y/N’s face.

“This means war love.” Klaus smirked at her and she laughed.

“Bring it Wolfie!” She giggled as she ran away from him and past his siblings before she decided to use Elijah as a shield and Klaus ended up throwing the flour on Elijah. Soon everyone was partaking in this particular food fight.

Finally after getting all the flour out of their hair and cleaning up she sighed as she curled into Klaus on the sofa as he sketched and she read. He put his hand on her thigh squeezing it softly getting her attention. She shifted to sitting up putting her book down and moved his sketchpad to the side and moved onto his lap. Sitting on his lap she caressed his cheek, there was a sadness in his eyes, he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. She leaned down and rested her forehead against his waiting for his eyes to open.

She had been thinking a lot during this last month. The month that had been filled with sweet dates and soft words. Y/N couldn’t think of the last time someone went so out of their way just to make her smile, to make her feel safe and cared for. Y/N, had been thinking about how Klaus made her feel and how he made her want to do and be more… not for him, but for herself. In the last month with Klaus she has refound her love for writing, art and dance. She has felt more alive in the last month than she has since Damon came into her life and shook it all about. Y/N realised that she would rather be here cleaning flour out of her hair than back in Mystic Falls pining after someone who never loved her. For the first time in a long time Y/N felt the unconditional love she craved. One month of being with Klaus and his family and she realised she was worth more than she ever thought, she didn’t compare herself to her sister and she didn’t feel like she wasn’t meeting anyone expectations… for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like she could breathe again.

“There are those pretty blue eyes.” She smirks at him. A smile spreads on Klaus’ lips and she leans down and kisses him. It’s soft and takes him by surprise. He pulls her in closer to him and runs his hands up her neck and into her hair. Pulling away to take a deep breath they looked into each other's eyes. He sees peace in her eyes for the first time in a while.

“I’m ready to go anywhere with you.” She places a soft kiss on his lips sitting back on his thighs looking down at him.

“Anywhere?” Klaus smirks at her.

“Anywhere.” She laughs.

~ Six Months Later~

Somehow they ended up back in Mystic Falls. The Gang had called Klaus. One thing they didn’t know was that 3 months after them both admitting their feelings… Well, Y/N admitting hers, she asked Klaus to turn her and he did… well, Freya did! Freya had gifted immortality like her siblings using the same spell that her mother did before her. When Y/N had asked her why all Freya said was she wasn’t going to risk the chance of losing a sister. It had been three months of learning how to control the cravings and she found out that she was actually pretty good at it.

“Nik.” Rebekah stormed into the room and a smirk formed on Y/N’s lips as she watched the pissed blonde look for her brother. “How are you so calm?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s just I’ve found my home now… with you guys.” Y/N shrugs, not taking her eyes off her book. Rebekah was still not used to the off handed comments like this that Y/N would make and it always made her eyes fill with tears she would blink away.

“When was the last time you spoke to any of them?” Rebekah frowned, dropping next to Y/N. Y/N could see the fear that she would leave them as soon as she saw them. Y/N softly rested her hand on Rebekah’s leg giving it a reassuring squeeze before looking back to her book before answering.

“Well I put the sim in my new phone when Freya turned me. They haven’t tried to find me, I know Bonnie did a location spell so they know where I was. But, they choose not to come for me.” Y/N shrugs going back to her book. She had to admit it hurt a bit that not even her family came looking for her. It was Rebekah’s turn to reach out and lay a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Y/N decided she wanted to go to the Grill after texting Klaus, Rebekah and Elijah telling them where she was going she quickly left. Since she turned she had this new confidence about her and she embraced it. She slides into a seat at the bar, not really paying attention to anyone around her as she thought about all the changes that have happened to her in the last couple of months since she moved to New Orleans.

“What can I get you?” A familiar voice asked her and she looked up to see Matt and surprise crossed his face at the sight of his old friend sitting in front of him smiling like it was only yesterday when they last saw each other.

“Bourbon, Matty.” She smirks leaning back in her seat, she knew word would get round quickly now that she was home and it wouldn’t take long for the gang to come hunting for her… it wasn’t like she was hiding from them. She saw Elijah walk in and he nodded his head to the bathroom and she tilted her head when she thought she saw blood on his suit but dismissed it he would tell her later.

She moved to a booth and ordered a load of food. The bell above the door dings and in walks the gang they didn’t believe when Matt told them that Y/N was back, but when he sent the picture they all moved quickly to see. They all stood in disbelief for a while staring at the girl that left without a word sitting there casually ordering food like nothing happened and once she placed her order she went back to reading her book like it was any other day.

“Y/N?” Elena asked and Y/N looked up from her book to see her sister looking at her.

“Elena.” Y/N nodded her head formally and then looked at everyone around them. “How may I help you?” They were all taken aback by her, they had never seen Y/N so confident.

“Sorry I’m late Love. Rebekah was talking my ear off.” Klaus slid into the seat next to her giving her a soft kiss, softly stroking her cheek and Y/N leaned into the soft touch smiling at him fondly.

“Rude brother.” Rebekah snorted at Klaus, before looking at Y/N to really explain why they were late. “We were looking for Elijah.”

“I got food.” Y/N smiles at the siblings, a knowing smile. “Elijah is in the bathroom.”

“What?” They both look at her and she is smirking back and they can see the laughter in her eyes and they both can’t help but smile at her shaking their heads..

“He got here about 5 minutes after me, it looked like he had blood on his suit… I don’t really know I didn't pay too much attention.” She smirks at Klaus, who let out a heavy sigh shaking his head at the girl in front of him before he kissed her again. She was intoxicating and Klaus couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

“You didn’t think to tell me?” Klaus smirks at her.

“The thought did cross my mind, but some old… friends came up to talk to me.” Her head tilt, her eyes narrowed and flickered to the people Klaus and Rebekah chose to ignore and they all noticed her pause at the words friends as if she was deciding if that is what they were. The silence was tense when Elijah came out of the bathroom.

“I think this conversation should be had elsewhere don’t you agree?” Elijah looked at everyone and they all nodded and he gave a firm nod of his head and continued. “We shall come to you then.”

They all agreed to meet at the Salvatore Boarding House. After the tense interaction in the Grill the gang left and all headed back to the Boarding House.

“Does Y/N seem different?” Matt asked.

“Yeah.” Elena frowned at her sister's attitude toward them.

“They turned her.” Damon spoke up for the first time since he saw Y/N with Klaus.

“What?” Elena and Jeremy shouted. They were all pissed but nothing could be done or said until they all met up and actually talked about what was actually going on and what was really happening.

Y/N, Klaus, Rebekah and Elijah all walked into the Boarding House, she looked around and noticed that not a lot had changed in the months that she left. Y/N thought that she would feel something walking back into the house that she ran away from seven or so months ago. But, she didn’t.

“Why did you leave?” Elena asked, she sounded hurt as she looked at her sister who just walked through the door. The gang saw something flicker in Y/N’s eyes as they watched her sift uncomfortably.

“Because I was drowning.” Y/N started looking at her sister. “I was drowning with everything, from the loss of our parents to Jeremy and Alaric coming back… I never got to mourn like everyone in this room. I guess that was my fault always helping everyone carry their burdens no matter what. You weren’t the only person to lose everyone Elena. Your wedding was the last straw, so I left for me. I had to be selfish, because otherwise I might have lost my mind.”

They all looked at her at her outburst and noticed when Klaus wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. What they didn’t know was that she wasn’t just turned, but a gift from his sister Freya, turning Y/N into an Original like her siblings. They saw her visibly relax as she leaned back into his arms.

“So you left us for them?” Damon looked pissed, Y/N couldn’t help but tilt her head and slightly frown at him. She was confused why he cared so much.

“Klaus promised I’d always have a place with his family… he promised he’d never let me go.” She looked Damon in the eye and she saw that realisation hit him.

���We looked for you.” Caroline said softly, but she couldn’t look Y/N in the eye.

“But you never came for me. I know Bonnie did a locator spell. I know you guys knew where I was pretty much after I left. I also know you didn’t come for me.” Y/N sighed heavily, she was tired and leaned more into Klaus who held her closer.

“I have to thank you, Damon.” Klaus smiled at the vampire who gave him a confused look.

“For what?” Damon frowned holding onto Elena’s hand tightly.

“For pushing her away. For letting her go without a fight.” Klaus smirks kissing Y/N’s forehead and the girl in question rolled her eyes and pulled away slightly looking at the gang. She thought she would feel some sort of pain seeing them again, that she would miss them or maybe crave to come home and be with them. But, the truth was… the truth was looking at the people she once called her family she felt nothing but pity for them. She was ready to walk away and never look back.

“I’m assuming our duties are done here, Klaus and I have some…” A smirk formed on her lips as she trailed off, “exploring to do.”

~ A Year Later~

It’s been a year since they last stepped foot in Mystic Falls. It had been a year since Klaus whisked her away to Italy, England, Spain and the list is never ending. But they were in France at the top of the Eiffel Tower looking at the City of Light. Looking down at her hand Y/N notices the diamond twinkling like a star and she can’t help but smile as she leans back in her lover's arms and sighs at the peace and happiness that she is feeling.

“Forever and Always?” Klaus asks her with a smile on his lips.

“Forever and Always.” They kiss in the moonlight overlooking the City of Lights.

This was their Happily Ever After… This is what love really felt like.

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Close Friends - pt. 7

A/N: I’m trying to fix the mess I did but it’s so hard lmao I have so many ideas but this was one I wanted to do so here my lovers. 

XX

You tried. You tried so bloody hard to talk to Sirius but he has done nothing but ignore you completely.

The holidays came and he hasn’t replied to any of your letters and neither did James. You didn’t know how bad you really screwed up until you were up in your room, sobbing into your pillow for feeling completely, utterly daft for kissing Sirius’ best friend.

But he wasn’t just his best friend. He was James and he was your first date ever, you first kiss ever. You haven’t much thuoght of him until last year when the two of you started hanging out due to Sirius and your friendship with him. Though it wasn’t just a friendship, was it? Not to him at least.

“Hey-” a head popped in and the body quickly followed, closing the doors in the compartment.

“Hey, Remus.” you smiled quite sadly. “You’re not avoiding me?”

“I should but I’m not like the two.” he sat down and continued to smile. “I told you.”

“Yes, you did.”

“And you still did it.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Why?”

“He was right there and it was so intense between us. He was looking at me with these blazing eyes and his energy was suffocating me- but in a way that it was hot.” you finally looked up from the box you’ve been coddling and to the eyes that rolled way far back. “Don’t-” you laughed and put the box beside you. “I know how’s he like but you can’t blame me for wanting to kiss the right guy.”

He raised one of his eyebrows and laid down on the seat, taking one of your sweaters to use as a pillow. “Are you sure it isn’t Sirius?”

“Yes.” you said without a doubt.

“So James is definetly the right guy?”

“He is.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I can feel it in my bones.”

“And who are you thinking about now?” he asked and you felt surprised by his sudden, unexpected question. He opened one of his eyes and grinned. “I think it’s surely not James you want to see right now?”

“What are you saying?” you started to get frustrated.

He sat back up and put his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. “You’re dense.”

“So I keep hearing.”

“You’re not in love with James. You’re in love with Sirius.”

“How can you tell me who I am and am not in love with?”

“Because if you were in love with James, he’d be the first thought in your mind but it’s not. You want Sirius, don’t you?” he asked and you sat there in silence, unable to answer the question. “And if you could choose between him or James, you’d choose your precious Sirius.” he continued to speak, confusing you completely.

“That’s-”

“I know what I’m saying, (Y/N). You’re so in love with the idea of you and James, your chemistry and intensity that you don’t even see how badly you miss Sirius- and you do.”

“He’s my best friend.”

“So is James?”

“Remus!”

“(y/n).”

“Please leave.” you said, glaring at him as he continued to keep his expression and movement just as he did before. “Leave, please. You’re putting ideas inside my head and I don’t like any of them. You’re saying things that I can’t process right now.”

He stood up and patted his robes. “I’m stating the facts, (Y/n). And the facts always tell the truth.” and he left, leaving you alone in your compartment.

---

Sirius hasn't been able to look at you since your last encounter. The holidays have passed and you were now sitting alone, next to a seat where he used to sat.

When you came into the classroom, you thought yuor heart was about to burst from not being able to talk to him. James was there as well but he was talking to Lily which it seemed to make the heartbreak so much more agonizing.

Sirius was flirting with one of the Ravenclaws right in front of your nose. It really did not piss you off, more or so it made you extremely, severly sad. There was no other emotion than sorrow. Your heart lifted heavy weight and it was slowly, painfully losing strength.

You tried no to look in neither of their directions because you knew both of them were doing it on purpose, trying to let you know that you were not on their mind when clearly, you were.

Sirius could not take his mind off you and whenever you were in his sight, on his mind, he was so furious. He wanted to shout, yell, punch and throw anything in his sight but it was as if he was so angry that battling you in his head took all the energy to actually do all of those stuff outside his head. Yet, he was determined to be petty, trying his best to hurt you the worst.

You were in love with his best friend. How could you have done that to him?

And it was like you could hear his thoughts to make you feel overly guilty of what you had done. He was so obvious in those four months of school, hinting you that he wanted to be more than friends but you were never sure. Never sure quite really that he fancied you. He had always flirted- always and for the two of you that was normal. You just weren't completely sure and he hadn't said or done anything to prove it.

When you avoided Sirius, you were with James who always made things seem so light and careless. He lifted the weight of those heavy thoughts that wandered in your head and he made the go away. Now… now he was flirting with the red-head a few desks behind you.

You didn't want to look. You did your absolute best to let them know you were not affected by their childish games.

Both of them seemed to notice that your eyes and ears were always on the professor and whatever he was saying but there was a difference between Sirius and James. Sirius knew that your thoughts weren't there because you hated this class and you hated whatever philosophical, sexist crap came out of Sinastra's mouth. You woulnd't be paying this much attention to him- not really. You were trying to put on an act just as he did, just as James did.

James took a short glance at you, thinking it wouldn't last longer than a second. But when he saw you take out your honey chapstick from your bag, all he could think about was it's taste on your lips. All he could think about was the was you pulled him close with your hands and how his own locked so perfect on your hips, like two puzzles together.

He wanted to move away his look. He wanted to turn away but seeing your hair and your lips, remembering all the things he wanted to do to you back then and now was dreading every second he spent at that desk so far away from you. Your hair smelled like papaya the last time he had you- he wonders again if you changed shampoos.

He turned his head away, shutting his eyes and cringing. Why is he thinking about your shampoos. That is so not normal.

Sirius seemed to catch James' staring as he also caught him turning it away from you quite forcefully.

Honey chapstick. He didn't know why but the way you put it on and the way its sent kept wandering into his nostrils whenever the two of you were once close, seemed to take his thoughts far away. You always smelled so good. Sometimes he could smell your argan lotion to which he could never guess correctly until he asked you on it. It was usually coconut or almond, which was so easy to get but then it just changed and he had never heard of argan oil, let alone know what it smelt.

And then you changed your hair shampoo into a papaya one. He asked you about it and oyu simply said the bottles were pretty and you wanted to try them. What you didn't know was that the scent of your papaya shampoo is imprinted into his head like his own reflection. He wonders now though, did you change shampoos again? Which one-

He turned his head forward and shut his eyes. Bloody hell, why is he thinking about your shampoos. It's not normal.

You let out a sneeze and all heads turned to you.

Your sneezes were so adorable to him but just as that little sound made him smile, he looked a few desks behind you to notice James was smiling as well and he knew why.

---

When the class was finally over, you started walking after Sirius. You knew all of this was your fault but you and Sirius have been friends for so long and the two of you could geto ver any obstacle thrown in front of you.

»Sirius!« you shouted but he continued to walk further and faster. »Sirius!« you started running until you caught up. »Sirius.« you said more calmly, thinking he would stop but he never did nad walked further.

Narrowing your eyes at the guy, you felt an amount of anger claw itself into you, so the next time you were close to him you didn't bother to call out his name. You grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back.

»What!« he shouted angrily.

»We need to talk.«

»Surely, you like to do more than just talk- especially with James.«

»Why are you so upset by this Sirius?! It was a kiss-»

»Why am I so upset?! Why am I SO UPSET?!« he started bellowing, smiling franatically. »Do you know what that bracelet was for?! It was my unconditional love for you! I love you till infinity- that's what the charms presented. My love for you. My goddamn limitless love for you because I LOVE YOU! I had loved you for years now and I tried telling you, I tried showing it to you and I TRIED my best to make it so goddamn obvious to you that you are the one that I want. You are. You are everything I ever wanted for so long and I wish I could have been there before James. I wish it was me on that date, me with the chocolate frogs and me the one you've kissed in the corridor.« he started breathing heavily, staring at you with broken eyes as you continued to only watch.  »And I was so jealous of James my whole life. He had a perfect family, perfect grades, perfect reputation but the one thing he didn't have was you because you were my best friend and you were my girl and you were close to me, not him and then I see you and him kissing and I realize that he has you too and that I have nothing! So why am I upset?- Because I have done nothing but show my unconditional love for you and you still chose him!«

He wanted to walk away but it was like an insitnct for you to pull him back. Next words that came out of your mouth- they really haven't felt as real as you said them. »You haven't said anything. You had flirted with me for years- YEARS! You had so many chances to ask me out. You had so many opportunities to say you like me more than just a friend and maybe I wouldn't consider it- or maybe I would but I won't ever know because you never said anything. You did the same thing you did for years and none of them showed me any proof that you loved me more than just a friend. The only thing you did do that made me think otherwise was the bracelet you bought for me and I had so many thoughts every time I looked at it that for a second, minute and even a few hours before I went to sleep I dedicated them for you. I saw it in front of me and I thought that maybe, just maybe it's you, not James. And then James came asking me about me having a boyfriend and about the cologne guy and I thought, hey maybe he noticed. Maybe he's jealous, maybe that's him wanting to tell me he cares. Then months of you not doing anything new than just touching me and hanging around me like you had done for the past years, he backed me against the wall saying stuff you haven't been saying. He thought of the cologne guy, of the hogsmeade guy and I knew he wouldn't notice those things just because we're friends and I kissed him. I grabbed him and I KISSED him and it was the perfect first kiss I could have ever imagined to have with anybody. I can't take back what I did. I can't say I regret kissing him because I don't. I only regret being caught by you that same day because you ruined my perfectly great first kiss. It was all so perfect until you came and made it all about yourself which you always seem to do. I don't like you Sirius but I do love you so much and I care for you and it towers my heart to see you and not being able to talk to you. I miss you SO MUCH! I miss your hugs and your voice, your laugh, your presance-  I miss your whole bloody self and hell, I would cut off James for you because James is a crush and you- you are the closest person in my heart that I cannot imagine my life with.- And maybe, maybe we could be more than friends but right now I am not seeing that happening because all you do is avoid, ignore and play these childish games that I despise. That was why I could never imaigne you and me togehter. Because you're still such a kid!« you finally started to breathe as he continued to stare at you motionesly. Before you decided to leave you reached into your pocket and pulled out a wrapped present, letting his attention to fall on it. »Before any of this happened I bought you this for Christmas. I wanted you to have something from me like I had the bracelet from you. You can take it- or don't.« you said, putting it on the bench beside the two of you, running your hand through your hair. »I really don't want it anymore.« you started walking away before stopping and looking over your shoulde.r »But I did want you to have it them most.«

[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

Kingdom Collisions II

I've just finished a book and it made me cry so happily I thought I'd post a fanfic to commemorate it. Also I'm probably going to start an AWAE/AoGG account soon because I cannot fathom living my life without a space dedicated to my darling loves. Anyway that isn't relevant to the post. This is just a fun little fic I've been writing on the side to try incorporate more descriptions into my writing (I'm a known dialogue whore). I see fit to write it whenever I feel like, so updates may be far and few between, however I do hope you enjoy whatever does come out. I adore this moody ansgty side to jercy. It's been fun to explore.

Masterlist, cat-eye aquamarine

Leave me alone.

[we have known loneliness forever]

Why did I ever agree to this?

[so we do not quite know what it is like]

I never asked you to say yes!

[to want]

Fuck you.

[one another]

-lonliness is a two-sided conversation//badpoetry

Percy doesn't even look at his husband. Doesn't acknowledge his perfect hair, or blazing eyes, or how close they're sitting. He just stares directly out the car window, arms folded across his chest. The rolling hills and wild lavender dance past his vision as the car bounces along the gravel road. They are almost to their destination, to solid ground and quiet, peace. Despite the circumstances he is excited to be back at the cabin his family has owned for so many years. He relishes in the fact that he can escape somewhere that is untainted by the rest of his life. Throngs of people, and public demand, and never ending scrutiny. 

He is nothing short of pissed that he has to share his safe place with someone he despises so sweetly it is honey on his tongue to talk to them. But his mother had insisted if they were to act like a married couple they would have to go on a honeymoon and he had only agreed if he could choose the place. She wanted to send them to some private beach in Spain where they could pretend to be alone, oblivious to the paparazzi that were sure to follow, and the people who wanted to meet not one but two crown princes. It was his final stance that if he were being forced to spend time with his husband, it would at least be where he could enjoy it.

"Prince," A crackling voice says through the speakers.

Percy clicks a button on the arm rest, "Yes Mr James?"

"The security team has secured the area, would you like us to drop the bags off before you head inside or after?"

"Whenever suits you Mr James, I'm going for a walk."

Jason who had since then, fallen asleep, jolts awake as they go over a particularly bumpy area.

"And your husband Prince?"

"Ask him yourself, I'm sure he has much to say on the matter." Percy huffs, turning away.

"Prince Grace,"

Jason glares at Percy unimpressed with his dismissal and his rudeness towards the driver.

"Yes James sir?"

"Would you like your bags dropped off before or after you enter the area?"

"Before please, I feel it will help me settle in much easier if everything is already there."

Percy wants to scoff, who talks like that? This pretentious, stuck-up, goodie two-shoes is who. He wants to stick his tongue out, settle their rivalry like five year olds battling to see who can scowl for longer. Mostly, desperately he just wants to get out of this damn car. His leg bounces in time with the bumps, and his hands fidget in his lap. For all his princely training nobody ever managed to get him to sit perfectly still. His mother had finally given up and started carrying drawing pads and pencils wherever she went.

"Can you stop moving!" Jason growls.

"If it bothers you so much get out and walk." He spits back.

An eye roll is the reply but by then the car finally rumbles to a stop and a security detail is opening their doors.

"Princes,"

"Thank you Madison, Arlo." He manages to grit before he stomps off down the path and disappears into the woods.

"Where are you going?" He hears his husband yell. He doesn't bother to reply, someone will tell the Prince.

He kicks at the dark soil and pulls breath after breath into his lungs. He needs to calm down. Just then his ears catch the soft bubbling of a stream and he heads in the direction of the noise. The woods are quiet and cool. A soft breeze flutters between velvety leaves and needled pines, stirring the undergrowth. He wants to become one with the trees, become a branch that sways in greeting and grows friends, and feels the wind wrapping around it every evening. He just wants to stop being human for a little while. 

And then the stream is underneath him, soaking his fancy shoes and fine thread socks. He laughs, tugs them off and sits down in the middle of the cold, flowing water. He can feel it run into him like ice in his veins. He dips a finger in, then another, his whole hand and shudders at the smooth caress. It has been so long since he just got to be. Here in this little stream, pants soaking, hands turning blue he has never felt so faraway, out of his body. The world narrows to his fingertips, to the bead of water running down his ankle and joining its family once more. His brain is far and long forgotten, simply taking up space in his skull. He decides right then and there that if he ever comes back to this world he'll come back as a rock in the stream. To live in this beautiful, ever-moving world, where the cold is a kiss and you can never meet the same drop of water twice seems a good life indeed.

Just then he hears a rustle behind him. In an instant he’s on his feet, pulling a dagger from his suit jacket, a white-knuckled grip on the hilt.

"Whoever you are come out right now. I am not in the mood."

"Relax," A deep smooth voice says, "It's just me."

"Oh," He pulls his lips up in half disappointment, half relief it wasn't danger. "What do you want?"

"Mr James wants to know if you want five or ten of the guards here for the remainder of the time here."

"I want zero." He frowned, "I just want to be left in peace for the next few days."

"Well it's not an option so choose." Practical, always so practical.

"Leave five here, there's three other cabins about half a mile out on either side of ours that should be enough space. Everyone else can go home."

"Of course, I'll leave you to it then." Jason nods, stands there awkwardly for a moment longer and then disappears into the greenery once more.

Percy doesn't know what to do, doesn't know whether he should scream or cry or laugh.

He hadn't let himself think too hard about the events of the last few weeks. He had shoved every feeling but contempt and general dislike deep deep down into his cage and threw the key into the deepest parts of his ocean of thoughts. He wasn't sure he had the strength to unpack everything that had happened. When his mother had came to him all those weeks ago a heartbroken look in her eyes he knew whatever had happened would be nothing short of a disaster. Within the week he was promised to Crown Prince Jason Grace of Caelum and had been shoved into endless, meetings in which wedding arrangements and economic agreements had to be made.

He didn't even meet the Prince till the night before they were to be wed but by then Percy had despised the whole ordeal so intensely he hadn't any happiness or hope left in him to be kind to the Prince. And even if he did gave some it would have vanished completely upon their introduction. Jason looked at him with such calculating authority he had reminded Percy of an old tutor who thought children should be seen and not heard, and learn whatever was given to them without question. Jason had been stiff, and unyielding, and looked just as unhappy or even unhappier to be meeting him. At dinner Jason only spoke when spoken too, he didn't fidget even once, and worst of all he somehow still managed to charm his mother in about five seconds. One dimpled smile, and a cute story about his first time riding a horse and Queen Sally Jackson had accepted him as one of their own. Percy on the other hand was ignored the entire dinner, and on the walk in the gardens, at the insistence of his advisor, they hardly said two words to each other. Whether it was because Jason was lost in his own world or letting his displeasure for the whole ordeal simmer and burn into their company as Percy was he would never know. Either way the walk ended with a gruff, formal goodbye before they headed to their rooms.

Percy shuts out the politics of the arrangement and how his life has turned into this unrecognizable hurricane of chaos. He cups some of water in his hands and drops it over his curls. Letting it drip down his temples and catch on his collarbones. The coolness soothes him, as water has always done. Finally when his blood is no longer boiling with hidden anger he steps out of the stream, picking up his discarded shoes and socks and sinks into the earth with each step.

The cabin has a soft orange glow in the windows, and the many cars that escorted them have disappeared. He throws his belongings by the door, shucks his pants off and steps inside. The interior is just as he remembers it. Where the castle was dripping with opulence and royalty, the cabin was simple and stripped to the bare essentials. He had always loved the place. Even when he was little and his mom would whisk him away for a secret weekend. She would pack hoards of cookies and ice-cream and light the fire immediately. They would sit on the soft, fleece rug, her with a book and him with his sketchpad, sipping cocoa and spooning ice cream straight from the tub. Then he didn't have to be the prince one day inheriting the crown and she didn't have to be the Queen dealing with every problem under the sun. They hadn't been back in a good few years and he misses everything about the space. He is silently grateful that Jason has lit the fire. Something familiar to hold onto.

"You're back." The Golden Prince says.

"Astute observation." He rolls his eyes but the blonde doesn't look up from whatever he's doing.

Percy walks into the space, shrugging his suit jacket off and unbuttoning his wrinkled white shirt. He hears a sharp inhale and glances up to see a red cheeked Jason staring at him.

"Why aren't you wearing any pants?"

"Oh," He laughs softly, "Yea they were wet so I took them off before I came in."

He sputters and blushes, glancing down and then peaking back up again.

"You alright there Prince?"

Jason clears his throat, and Percy watches that golden Adam's apple bob. His skin prickles with heat and he knows its time to go.

"I'm going to shower. I'll give you a tour afterwards if you want."

"That would be great."

With a nod in which they both avoid eye contact and general pleasantry he disappears into one of the three rooms of the cabin.

His shower is scorching, water pummeling against tired muscles. His mother always says a good shower and steaming cup of tea can fix more problems than a board of professionals. So far she hasn't been wrong.

"Hey," He walks back into the lounge sometime later, looking down as he ties the string on his pants, "You ready?"

The house is dead quiet, save for the crackle of the fire and the soft wind that whispers in the grooves of the floor.

"Jason?" He frowns, moving to stand in front of him.

The Prince is fast asleep, head lolling forward, book still clasped in his hands. Percy takes in his husband for the first time. Unobstructed by either of their waking emotions, or the general hustling that had shrouded their lives. Jason, he grudgingly admits, is beautiful. His hair looks soft and golden, and when it catches the light of the fire he's sure it's made from sunshine itself. And his skin is such a startling contrast to Percy's rich brown colour. The Prince's body, now folded into an awkward bent angle as he lay across the velvet-cushioned chair, is lithe and graceful. Corded with muscle but somehow still smooth in a way only an uptight Prince with a personal trainer may ever achieve. At least, he thinks sordidly, if I'm forced to marry someone he is as darling as Jason.

The blonde stirs softly, hand twitching, before he settles back into his position. As awkward and unhappy the two are with each other Percy can't leave him here. He's sure the Prince will bend into a chair himself if he slept like that all night long. So he gently taps his husband's shoulder, waking him almost immediately. Jason has never been a particularly heavy sleeper, and it is worse when he finds himself in a place he doesn't know. He blinks up at the world, blue eyes bright. They reminds Percy of the cat-eye aquamarine, the gemstone sat at the base of every crown ever made for his kingdom. He wonders what it says that the colour of his husband's eyes are also the colour he most associates with home. Just as quickly he expels those thoughts, content to bask in his clear dispassion and irritation for as long as this should last.

Jason scrubs a hand over his face, "Sorry you wanted to take me on a tour?"

"No, no there's time for that tomorrow. Why don't you head up to bed."

"Oh, okay. Goodnight then,"

"Goodnight Prince," He says stiffly.

"Sleep easy."

A nod in return and they both retire to their rooms, content to put the last week far behind them. Bury it under dreams, and hopes, and the promise of a tomorrow where nothing has tarnished it yet.

Percy left his window open, watched the tree outside it sway gently. Maybe tomorrow he would climb it and become acquainted with the birds in the nest.

He falls asleep, finally, to the chirp of crickets and the soft rustle of whispering leaves.

[nose-bandaid]

bloom ✿ pt.6 — anemones

Kino (Hyunggu) x (female) Reader | flower shop AU

february 27 anemones - fading hope, the feeling of being forsaken

introduction | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | epilogue

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Hyunggu wasn’t supposed to visit the flower shop that day. He could’ve spent his free time sleeping in, or choreographing some new dance routines. And yet, there he was, standing on the familiar tiles that spanned the floor, surrounded by the colourful flowers he had quickly come to love.

That didn’t stop him from feeling a little grouchy about being there though. After he had brought his honeysuckles home, the rest of his friends just suddenly decided to become flower gurus overnight, and they all demanded for some more to liven up the (very messy) dorms. Which was fine. That was totally fine. He loved stopping by and seeing that bright smile of hers. He loved the way her eyes would twinkle with excitement whenever she talked about the little flowers. He found it adorable, the way she was so attached to them. He wasn’t going to deny the fact that his chest glowed with warmth whenever he spoke to her.

He also wasn’t going to deny the fact that he had her saved on his phone with two little hearts beside her name. Not that he would tell anyone about that.

When he brought the bouquet of lilacs back to the dorm, he thought he’d finally escaped the nagging. Everyone enjoyed the way that it sat on the counter in the kitchen, next to the window that allowed it to soak up all the sunlight it needed. And every once in a while, someone would check in on it to see how the flowers were doing. Jinho kindly took the responsibility of cleaning up after the rogue petals and leaves that would scatter themselves onto the table overtime.

But when some of the flowers began to wilt and reach the end of their days, everyone’s spirits died along with it, and the nagging returned. On any given day, Hyunggu would’ve been perfectly fine with having another excuse to see her again. But it so happened to be the day right after the little ordeal with the rose, and needless to say, he was terrified of seeing her again so soon. Things weren’t supposed to end so awkwardly, he was supposed to be smooth, or at least, cooler than how he was on that day. And he kicked himself for not having the guts to actually ask her out like he was supposed to.

And of course, Hongseok just had to have that conversation with her while he was gone. He knew that it wrong to leave her hanging, but then again, what would he say? 

“Haha yeah so I DID chicken out was supposed to ask you out that day... so how about it, wanna go on a date with me?” Something like that? And maybe she would send a reply back in agreement and all would go well between them and the world would be happy with rainbows everywhere.

Oh how he wished it was that easy.

He was able to postpone the visit for a good week or so—the flowers have yet to fully wilt and they were all busy anyways. However, his blissful ignorance could only last for so long, as his friends began to mention the dead flowers in a knowing manner whenever they passed by them. Eventually, they decided that today was the day to finally go pick up some new ones, and Hyunggu played his last card, saying that he didn’t really have to be the one who went. Anyone could’ve gone, you didn’t have to be a flower master (not that he was one either) to be able to choose a nice looking bouquet. But they insisted anyways.

He’s pretty sure they all just wanted him to make a move. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen today, no matter how much they pestered him about it. He simply wasn’t ready. Missing his prime chance to do it, for some odd reason, killed his spirits, and he wasn’t so excited to see her just yet. Not when his cheeks still burned in embarrassment at the thought of the troublesome situation he had going on.

Shinwon decided to tag along on the adventure, and whether Hyunggu was grateful for that, or annoyed, he wasn’t too sure. So he bit back those thoughts and didn’t comment on it. When they got to the store, he sighed in relief to see that she weren’t working there that day. Instead, there was only one person in the corner, fussing over a bonsai tree, and he quickly recognized him to be the bubbly boy who tried to rope him into promotions the last time he visited.

“Wow, that’s a lot of flowers.” Shinwon noted, eyes wide.

“Yeah, makes the place really nice, doesn’t it?” He felt much more relieved to see that he probably wouldn’t be running into her anytime soon, which was just the way he wanted it to be.

He watched his friend spin around a couple times, trying to take in the scenery, before tugging on his sleeve. “C’mon let’s go get this—Ah!”

Instinctively, he cradled his shoulder upon the soft impact and turned around to see the offender. 

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” A voice apologized.

“No, no, don’t worry about—“ Oh.

Of course, it just had to be her, all dressed in her work uniform. When he locked eyes with her, he felt his blood freeze. The one thing she had to do was literally not show up, and yet there she was.

It must’ve been wrong for him to feel hopeful about today.

“Oh... Hyunggu... Hey.” She gave him a quick smile and Shinwon let out a dramatic gasp.

“You’re the girl right?”

“Excuse me?” 

Hyunggu watched as her eyes trailed down his body, taking in his appearance.

“Y/n, was it? You’re the girl that Hyunggu never stops talk—“ 

Suddenly realizing where he was going with that sentence, Hyunggu rushed to cover his mouth, worry filling his stomach.

“Shinwon if you don’t shut your mouth right now—“ He muttered, and ended his message with a glare to make things clear.

His friend nodded with his eyes, and he hesitantly released his hand from his mouth. They both looked at where she was standing, only to see that she had already disappeared.

“That’s her right?” Shinwon whispered into his ear, finally getting the memo to be subtle a tad too late.

“Yeah.” 

“Hey you were right, she is pretty attractive.”

"Mmm.” He answered halfheartedly, not even caring about his comment. Most of his attention was focused on watching her make her way to her co-worker.

She smiled sweetly at him. “Hey, Boo.”

Hey... Boo?

What was that supposed to mean? Boo? Like a pet name kind of boo? If she were already taken, it didn’t match up with the response she gave him on Valentines Day. But then again... a lot could happen within two weeks, and it’s not like he gave her much attention since the incident.

“Let’s just choose the flowers, I want to go home.” He dragged Shinwon over to where the colourful bouquets where, and gestured for him to choose the one he wanted. 

But the other didn’t really seem to be focusing on the flowers anymore, rather, he was still staring at her and Hyunngu had to snap him out of his thoughts.

“Dude, choose a bouquet already.”

Totally ignoring his request, the tall boy looked at him in the eyes. “You gonna ask her out today?”

“Huh?”

“You gonna. Ask. Her. Out. Today?” He accentuated every word with a pause, and his voice grew louder each time.

Hyunggu glanced over his shoulder and watched her sink into the hug her co- worker gave her. Bringing his eyes back to the flowers, he covered his mouth with his sleeve in an attempt to hide the bitter expression growing on his face.

“I think I might be a little too late on that part.”

“Hey wait, you can’t just lose hope like that, what happened to the brave Hyunggu we all love? You know, like, the smooth boy, the cool boy, Knnovation, uH.” His friend struck a small pose at that.

"Just choose a flower please I want go home.” He whined, and that got him to finally start browsing through the many flowers on display.

“Heheh, anemones. Like the ones in the water?” Shinwon quietly joked to himself as he picked up a vibrant bouquet. “Let’s go with these ones.”

“Okay, cool.” Hyunggu gestured for him to lead the way to the counter, to which he slowly began shuffling over. It was only her working in the front now (as much as he hated it), and they had to wait for a moment before she looked up at them.

“These are jonquils, right?” Shinwon asked, pointing at the yellow flowers next to the register.

She looked at him in awe and Hyunggu silently sulked over how much he missed seeing her cute expressions. “Yes they are! Not many people are able to identify them like that, I’m impressed.” She began making her way over to them and he didn’t miss the reluctance in her steps. It couldn’t have been because of him... could it?

“I was up ‘till 5 am watching youtube videos... and let’s just say you can learn a lot of things within a span of five hours.” Shinwon replied sheepishly

“I see.” 

A thick blanket of awkward silence settled over them and Hyunggu felt a nudge on his side, to which he simply ignored. Though he could feel his friend’s eyes staring down at him knowingly a couple times, he kept his own eyes fixated on the payment. Once it was complete, he promptly turned to leave the store against his will, without a word.

He wanted to say goodbye to her.

He was supposed to at least say goodbye to her.

He was also supposed to apologize about everything, and maybe clear things up so they could be on good terms.

But his body continued on autopilot as he made his way to cross the intersection and he heard Shinwon jogging behind him to catch up.

“Bro what the heck happened back there? You really gonna leave without saying anything to her?”

Hyunggu kept on with his fast pace. “I don’t know. It just didn’t feel right. I didn’t know what to say and to top that off, it looks like she’s already taken.”

“Don’t you think you’re maybe overthinking? I think you should’ve at least said something to her. That was kind of rude of you and she might take it the wrong way.” As he said that, the clouds casted a dark shadow above them, sending a small shiver down his spine.

“She probably already hates me, so she might as well take it the wrong way at this point.” He slowed down to a stop and faced Shinwon with a sigh.

“Look, I’ll visit again sometime soon and talk to her. Just... just give me some time to prepare myself. I wasn’t ready today, but I will be like, next week. Yeah, give me a week and I’ll clear things up with her, I pinky promise.”

He held out his pinky and the other gently laced it with his own.

“I’ll hold you to that, then.”

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please look forward to part 7:)

[tsukikento]

Empathetic Ch. 8

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: After your mom, the number 1 hero in America, gets offered a teaching position at U.A., you two pack up your things and head to Musutafu, Japan to start a new life. Pressure for you in America was at an all-time high, and now you're in Japan, where almost no one knows you, or your family's past.

This tale starts on your first day of class where your new teacher decides the best way for you to fit in is to fight against the strongest person in your class: Bakugou Katsuki.

Warnings/Genre: This piece will feature some angst and reference to an abusive parent, if you are ever worried about other tw’s feel free to send me an ask and I will let you know. There will also be fluff, slight angst, pining, and slowburn.

A/N: This is also posted on ao3 under @allie_win. I’m transferring it over here, pls let me know if you like it! I love your comments! Just a note that any italics means thoughts.

(series masterlist)

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“Y/L/N-kun,” Ashido yelled as she ran up to you, pulling you out of your trance. Ashido grabbed your arm and whispered to you, “Come walk with me!” Her eyes shimmered and her smirk added to her happy appearance.

When she touched you, you felt a rush of Ashido’s emotions go through your body and impact you. Her excited, nervous, and skittish feelings were the most prevalent and convinced you to follow her.

You sheepishly smiled at the boys behind you, apologizing for having to separate, and followed Ashido towards the school. Once you were a decent amount of space away from Bakugou and Kirishima, Ashido squealed happily and jumped into the air while pulling your arm with her

“The obachan (grandmother) in there was so sweet! She called me and Kirishima a cute couple,” She told you, not able to resist moving faster due to her excitement.

She was whispering, but her voice was shrill from how thrilled she was. You could tell she wanted to yell at you because of how exhilarating the situation was. You were silently grateful that she was able to hold back.

“I got so flustered when she said that, but so did he!” Ashido smiled so brightly at you and you genuinely debated telling her that the older lady said the same thing to you. However, before you could say anything, not that you would have broken her heart like that, Ashido spoke again, “Do you think Kiri might like me?”

No shit.

“I definitely think that it’s possible,” You replied, shrugging your shoulders. Ashido’s face dropped and you began to explain yourself more. “I mean, I don’t want to say yes because I don’t know for sure, but it looks like it to me. Even Bakugou said it's annoying him how you two tiptoe around each other and avoid admitting your feelings.”

“Really?” Ashido asked. She looked back briefly at the two boys; Kirishima was chatting away and Bakugou simply stared down at his phone, as if ignoring his friend. You followed her eyes afterward to see the same scene.

You looked back to your beaming friend, it felt good to have someone like her confiding in you. “Of course,” You replied, “I wouldn’t lie about something like this.”

“If only I could know for sure,” She mumbled. Ashido spent the next moment debating what to say, before looking to you. Her eyes were wide like a puppy and you knew she was nervous because her arm was still hooked with yours, letting her emotions flow to you. “You could use your quirk,” She spoke tentatively, not sure how you would take it.

You bit your lip at the idea, not sure what to say. It was tempting, very tempting. Although that didn’t mean it was a good choice. However, it was your quirk, and although you were a hero in training, it didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun.

“I don’t know…” You replied, debating your options. You looked down and then back up at your friend. You didn’t have to look at her to know that she was trying to hide her disappointment. “I think it’s fine, but just for a little bit, okay?”

Ashido nodded rapidly, once again excited that you were willing to help. She leaned in close and whispered, “What’s the plan?”

“I’ll take out my earbuds, listen for a little, and then you can go talk to Kirishima and we will see what other thoughts come up,” You said to Ashido. “How does that sound?”

“Fantastic!” Ashido whisper-yelled.

You smiled at your friend and grabbed your earbuds case. Although this decision was reckless, and not the best way to use your quirk, it still was your quirk. It was your choice how to use your power. In fact, without the earbuds that you were currently taking out of your ears, you wouldn’t be able to choose whether or not to hear everyone’s thoughts.

Considering how late it was, the thoughts rushing in were far less than usual. Quickly, you were able to hone in on your three companions you were currently walking with.

From Kirishima’s and Bakugou’s thoughts, it was rather obvious that Kirishima was talking to Bakugou about Ashido. In fact, he was currently thinking about just how cute she looked from behind. Bakugou was thinking about how annoying Kirishima and Ashido were.

You laughed to yourself at Bakugou’s thoughts. If you knew any better, you would have said he was being pretty nice to listen to his friend pining over a girl instead of telling him to shut up.

You flashed Mina a smile and thumbs up, signaling her to go talk to Kirishima. Your friend smiled back at you and slowed her step before turning around, jumping and waving to the two men behind.

“Kirishima-kun!” She exclaimed. “Can I have some of the chocolate we bought?”

Kirishima smiled and blushed as he caught up to her. She’s so precious, he thought. “You can’t even wait the 5 minutes till we get back home?”

You slowed down your pace to give them both some room. Eventually, you fell into step with Bakugou again. You could hear Kirishima and Ashido casually chatting and you knew they were both so nervous from their thoughts alone.

“What the fuck is going on?” Bakugou questioned as he watched you intensely observing the couple in front of you. His voice was low and grumbled, and when you looked at him, he was looking at you like you were crazy.

You only took a brief moment to look at him though, before going back to Ashido and Kirishima. You brushed your hair aside and behind your ear so Bakugou could see that you weren’t wearing any earbuds.

“Jesus fuck,” He mumbled. Stay the fuck away from my thoughts.

“As if I care about your thoughts,” You replied, barely focusing on him. Instead, you watched as Ashido spared a glance back at you, only for you to respond with a thumbs up and smile. “I’m doing this for Ashido,” You began again, “to see if Kirishima likes her back.”

Idiots… Bakugou thought.

“Shut up, they are cute.”

Bakugou scoffed. Like I give two fucking shits about that couple. A real hero doesn’t have time for relationships, they have to focus on training.

You laughed at his negative thoughts and rude comments. “You are probably just jealous,” You teased, knowing full well how he would react. Although you only met him a few days ago, your quirk helped to make you great at analyzing people. That made it incredibly easy to pinpoint who Bakugou was as a person.

I am not jealous! He was yelling in his thoughts, and it did make it hard to pay attention to the couple ahead of you, but you quite seriously could not resist teasing the blond.

Outwardly, Bakugou scoffed even louder than before, the sound grabbing Ashido and Kirishima’s attention.

They looked at you two questionably. “Ignore us,” You spoke, waving them off and giving them a reassuring smile as Ashido turned her attention back to the red-haired beside her.

They were most definitely into each other, you didn’t need to pull out your earbuds to tell. However, maybe this proof would get them to finally date. Especially considering that they have apparently been like this for quite some time now.

“I’m not jealous, by the way,” You heard Bakugou mumble. With his habit of talking to you through thoughts when he could, you knew he must care about you addressing his lack of jealousy. It must have irritated him that you focused on Ashido and Kirishima again instead of addressing his thoughts. It felt good to have his attention, even if it was because you were teasing him.

You looked at the buff boy beside you and rolled your eyes. “I know. I can hear thoughts.”

“Oh,” Bakugou mumbled before looking back down at his phone. From his thoughts alone, you knew he was a bit embarrassed, it also helped that there was a small pink blush on his golden cheeks. Due to this, you decided to tease him just a bit more.

“And,” You smirked and looked to Bakugou, You were feeling a little friendlier with Bakugou. Maybe it was because of the lack of food in your stomach or the time of night, but whatever it was, it felt great. Confidence felt amazing. “I can feel your emotions when I touch you.”

You reached out as if about to touch Bakugou. You knew you weren’t going to actually touch Bakugou, but his reaction told you that he did not know you were joking around. He pushed himself out of your reach and slapped your hand away.

“Ow!” You exclaimed at the burning sensation you felt from his slap.

Bakugou looked bewildered as if the last few seconds were a complete blur for him. In fact, you knew they were. His thoughts flew through his head so fast that even you had some trouble deciphering them.

You did, however, notice his intense need to prevent you from touching him.

She can’t know about my feelings.

Those words echoed through your brain as Bakugou grumbled something you couldn’t hear and you waved him off, calling him dumb for not realizing you were joking. The words continued to echo through your head as you all walked back into your class building. You, quite frankly, could no longer focus on anyone else’s thoughts, you were too wrapped up in your own.

Once inside, Ashido and Kirishima laid out their snacks on the counter and Bakugou began making your and his food. You noted that he practically ran away from you to rush into the kitchen. You placed your earbuds back into your ear and made your way to at least help Bakugou despite his possible want to get away from you.

He’s probably just really hungry and tired, you reasoned as you made your way into the kitchen.

However, before you even entered the kitchen, Ashido grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the two boys. She then pushed you into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She looked around the room and kept eerily silent to make sure no one else was in there.

“So?” She said as she turned to you, finally deciding that the bathroom was empty.

“So what?” You asked back, completely out of it.

She can’t know about my feelings, once more echoed through your head. It drew your attention away from everything, a frequent thing that happened when you listened to thoughts. It could be difficult to organize all the information you were taking in when there was a particularly juicy fact that was making itself prevalent.

“About me and Eijirou! Duh!” She practically yelled, pulling your attention back to her.

“Oh,” You shook your head, “Of course I remembered.” You tried to play off your lack of attention by laughing lightly. “Obviously he likes you. You guys don’t hide it well.”

“You sure?” Ashido asked, not concerned with your previous lack of attention anymore.

“Yes, you idiot,” You laughed as Ashido paced around the bathroom. She was overanalyzing everything, not that you could blame her. Liking someone is a fickle thing. You continued to speak, “Kirishima has a massive crush on you, okay? Like I said before, even Bakugou can see that you two like each other. Just kiss him or something already!”

Ashido stopped pacing and looked to the door, as if nervous that Kirishima was on the other side. Technically, he was, but you were sure he wasn’t even paying attention to the fact that Ashido locked you and herself in the bathroom. Boys, especially boys like Kirishima, could be rather oblivious. You pondered for a moment is Bakugou was the type of boy to notice.

Your attention was brought back to your pink friend before you could make a decision.

Her black eyes were closed in concentration and she took a few deep breaths in, before looking at you with a smile.

“Okay,” She sighed and grabbed your hand. You felt all her emotions rush through you and most of all she was calm as if a weight had finally been lifted off of her shoulders. “I can do this.” Although calm and supposedly ready, Ashido still did not move or let go of your hand.

“Maybe you should tell him soon, but not tonight,” You suggested, sensing the nervousness that was creeping through her. Her grip on your hand loosened and she seemed relieved. “It just isn’t really the right time,” You said, explaining your thinking.

“Yeah,” She replied, “I think you’re right. I’ll do it over the weekend.” You nodded in agreement and Ashido grinned before hugging you while repeatedly thanking you for what you did.

“It’s really no problem,” You spoke once Ashido finally let go of you. “Come on, I’m hungry.”

“Oh yeah, you haven’t eaten since lunch,” She sheepishly laughed, you could tell she felt a bit bad for keeping you from food. “I just have to pee first though, d’you mind waiting?” She asked as she made her way into a stall.

“Sure,” You shrugged, “I doubt the food is done anyways, Bakugou got some pretty gourmet stuff so it might take a bit.”

“Yeah,” Ashido yelled over the sound of her using the restroom. “He doesn’t cook often, mainly because everything he eats is too spicy, but it really is a treat when he does. He’s a pretty fancy guy considering how well he eats and all the designer clothes he wears.”

You couldn’t help but tuck those facts away. You had yet to learn very much about Bakugou, and you knew you had some investigating to do before you tried to rush into any sort of relationship with him. Just thinking about that brought a slight blush to your cheeks.

Ashido stopped talking so she could flush the toilet and by the time it was done, she walked out of the stall and started washing her hands at the sink. You followed her lead, deciding to clean your hands that were stained with pen marks from working on your costume earlier.

“Sorry for sticking you with him, by the way,” Ashido commented.

“Oh,” You started, genuinely surprised at the comment, “It wasn’t a problem. He must not have been in a horrible mood because we actually had pleasant conversations.” You joked, hoping your eagerness to talk to him wasn’t too obvious

Ashido smiled. “Even though he is a dick,” She commented, “He takes care of the people he cares about, and it seems like you are starting to break your way into that small group.”

The comment took you by surprise. You didn’t know if Ashido knew about your crush, or knew if she was referring to how you had lunch with the group today and worked with them yesterday to capture the flag.

“Especially with lunch today, I think everyone likes you,” Ashido continued to talk. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked us to eat lunch with them instead of the girls.”

Oh, so she did mean lunch.

“Yeah,” You replied. This talk about Bakugou just reminded you more and more of the thought he had earlier. Although tonight was fun, you did want to take some time to yourself to think over the meaning behind ‘she can’t know about my feelings’.

Ashido moved over to dry her hands and you followed in suit. The conversation died down and you were both left in comfortable silence. Although distracted with Bakugou, you were still able to admire the flourishing friendship that was forming between you and Ashido. It felt great to be able to have her there for you. In fact, the thought crossed your mind to possibly confide in her about your not-so feelings for Bakugou.

Another time, though. She’s busy with Kirishima right now.

You followed Ashido as she unlocked the door and made her way back into the communal living area. Kirishima was currently sitting at the small kitchen island, munching on some popcorn while Bakugou cut the ends off the crimson strawberries. Kirishima was leading a conversation that you couldn’t quite hear.

At the sound of the door opening and closing, Bakugou and Kirishima looked over at you two, ceasing their conversation.

“Noodles are done,” Bakugou mumbled, gesturing over to the containers.

“Thank you,” You said, smiling at Bakugou.

In response, he hummed and looked away. He had a scowl on his face that made the act of making your dinner seem nonchalant. Alas, Bakugou mumbled “You’re welcome,” as he moved the cut strawberries into a bowl.

During your brief conversation, Ashido has made her way to Kirishima, grabbed her preferred snacks, and followed Kirishima back to the couch.

By the time you grabbed your bowl and debated where to sit, Ashido was already calling out to you. “Y/L/N-kun, do you want to join us?”

“Uhh,” You mumbled as you looked from her to Bakugou. You contorted your face to try and lead Bakugou to help you choose. Watching a movie with them could be nice, but if Bakugou didn’t join, it meant that you would become the third wheel. On top of that, maybe Ashido and Kirishima want some time alone.

He looked up at you and took only a moment to give you the out you needed. “You have to eat noodles at the table because of the mess,” Bakugou said.

“Well,” You looked to Ashido and Kirishima, with a sheepish grin “I have to follow the chef’s orders,” You reasoned, shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s no problem,” Ashido said, smiling politely. She turned back to Kirishima who grinned and pressed play on the movie. The music for the film began, filling the silent living area.

You looked at the blond in the kitchen with you and whispered, “You wanna eat at the table with me?”

He looked up at you for only a moment and grunted before turning back to the strawberries.

“Okay…” You mumbled and grabbed both bowls of noodles. “I’m just gonna take that as a yes.” You placed both bowls onto the table and proceeded to grab chopsticks and glasses of water for both of you.

By the time you were done with that, Bakugou had finished cutting up the strawberries and placed them on the table between you. He sat down just as you brought the waters and he mumbled a small, “Thanks,” as you moved to sit down.

“I should be thanking you.” You said before taking a quick sip of water. “Gourmet Bakugou food twice in one week. I hear it’s practically impossible to get you to cook.”

“It’s not impossible,” Bakugou grumbled as he picked at his noodles to find the perfect bite. “You just obviously don’t have good eating habits and I want to make sure you eat well.” The blond refused to look up at you and he stuffed his face with noodles right after speaking.

There goes your face, once again getting hot and surely red. You mimicked Bakugou and looked down at your bowl as well.

Jesus Christ. What is his problem? Is he even aware of the words coming out of his mouth?

You refrained from teasing Bakugou about how kind he was acting, knowing that it might make him close his walls again. Needless to say, it was also making you quite flushed. Instead, you commented on something that may keep your conversation flowing. “I do eat well,” You argued. “You just happen to see me when I’m not.”

Bakugou scoffed, the blush fading from his face as well as yours.

“It’s true,” You continued, “I have a really good schedule, I’ve just been having trouble adjusting to living here.” You grabbed a small bite of noodles and Bakugou didn’t reply so you continued. “You’re the one who has the weird sleep schedule. Why were you awake so late that night if Kirishima claimed that you go to bed at like 8 pm!”

You were defending yourself, and getting a bit excited, but you were keeping quiet enough so you wouldn’t disturb the movie playing one room over.

“I’ve also been struggling with my sleep schedule,” Bakugou replied, once again not bothering to look up at you. He took a bite of his noodles and slurped them to avoid having to elaborate on why.

You hummed in response, not expecting such a true and calm answer. “Maybe it’s something in the air,” You joked. You smiled kindly at the boy in front of you, trying to show that you weren’t going to berate him for struggling to take care of himself.

Bakugou finally looked up at you and caught the glorious smile on your face. He immediately looked back down at his dish and gulped down some water. “I’m gonna get some more water.” He groaned as he got up from his chair. He didn’t bother to grab his glass, but you also didn’t bother to tell him.

Bakugou was a very capable person and you were sure he knew what he was doing. Instead, you focused on eating the delicious noodles in front of you, admiring the spices and how well the tofu Bakugou picked blended with the flavors.

Bakugou came back with the water pitcher and filled up both your glasses before placing it next to him and sitting back down. Silently, you both finished your noodles. He finished before you, moved his bowl aside, and drank some of his water before picking up some strawberries. You followed suit once you finished your bowl of noodles.

“So,” Bakugou eventually spoke up, “Why didn’t you eat dinner with everyone today?”

You looked at Bakugou, trying to figure out his purpose for asking. He wasn’t the type of person to ask a question just to keep the conversation flowing and so he must have had a motivation of interest in your answer.

“Well,” You began, deciding to be upfront with the blond, “I was working on my hero costume.”

Bakugou didn’t reply, although he did look at you and gesture for you to further elaborate.

You shrugged and popped another strawberry into your mouth. “I just don’t like it. Like, at all. So I wanna get a new one. However, my mom wouldn’t like it if I changed it so I need to find a cheap costume designer.” You took a sip of water. “I lost track of time because I was so invested.”

Bakugou yawned, stretching out his limbs, and consequently showing a little bit of his toned stomach. You tried not to stare at his abs or the cute face he made when yawning. You looked for just a moment before turning your head to the side, pretending to be cracking your neck.

You felt heat rise from your neck to your face, reminding you once again of the current debate going on in your head. Did you like Bakugou? Should you like Bakugou? Or should you try and forget about it?

“You could go see the guy who made my costume,” Bakugou replied, “His name is Kobayashi Itsuki.”

You looked back at him, trying to gauge his thoughts. “Really?” You asked.

“Yeah,” Bakugou started. “He’s new so his costs are cheaper, but he’s pretty good.” Bakugou leaned back in his chair, reminding you of how careless he looked during class lectures. “He used to intern for my dad too, so if you drop my name he might give a discount.”

You were shocked. More than shocked.

Astonished?

You looked at Bakugou, really looked at him, trying to figure out why he was being so nice.

“What?” He groaned, scowling at you. “You don’t want my help?”

“No, no,” You replied. “I’m just a bit,” You paused, trying to choose your next words carefully, “Surprised.”

Bakugou scoffed. “Surprised because I can’t be nice?” He very suddenly stood up from his chair and grabbed both of the styrofoam bowls of noodles before making his way to the kitchen.

As quickly as you could, you stood up, grabbed the two glasses, and the now-empty bowl for strawberries. You followed after Bakugou, hoping you could explain yourself. “That’s not it,” You said as you entered the kitchen. Bakugou was throwing away the bowls your noodles came in. You placed the cups and bowl in the sink as Bakugou looked at you. “I’m surprised because you barely know me.” You scratched the back of your head. “It’s not like we got along well at the beginning anyways.”

Bakugou hummed, processing your words. “Fine.”

You practically sighed in relief at Bakugou accepting your answer.

Silence followed and Bakugou made work of emptying the strainer. You busied yourself with cleaning up the few dishes used, including the cutting board and knife. Once Bakugou was done, he waited at the counter behind you.

When you cleaned all the dishes, you turned to still see Bakugou there. “Oh, I thought you left,” You mumbled as you dried your hands off on a nearby dishtowel.

Bakugou shrugged, “We are on the same floor.”

You didn’t bother asking him to elaborate more and simply followed and he started the trek to the elevator. It was just after 10 pm at this point, and even you were getting a bit drowsy. The late-night walk did wonders in tiring you out.

It crossed your mind for a moment how no one else seemed to be coming downstairs, but brushed it off, too sleepy to think about something like that.

When the elevator dinged, Bakugou moved aside to let you walk on first. No talking happened after you got on, Bakugou simply pressed the floor number and you both silently waited for the ding that would allow you to exit. Both of your rooms were across from each other, so when you exited, you continued to walk next to him.

Once at your door, you politely mumbled, “Goodnight. Sleep well.”

Bakugou grunted a reply, “You too.”

You walked through the door to your room before stopping at the sound of Bakugou talking once more.

“And, hey,” He began. You turned around in your doorway just in time to see his piercing vermilion eyes staring at you, “Let me know if you end up going to see Kobayashi.”

“Uh, yeah,” You replied, startled by the serious gaze, “I will.”

Bakugou didn’t bother to reply as he stepped into his room and closed the door. You waited just a moment, just long enough to see if he might come back out, before entering your room and closing the door. You looked at your skincare and toiletries baskets, debating whether or not to go back down.

The thought of going downstairs and interrupting Kirishima and Ashido seemed like a horrible choice. And so, you used the water you had upstairs to brush your teeth over your balcony. You felt like an idiot, but you were lucky no one could see you. You then promised yourself you would wash your face in the morning and popped a melatonin pill in your mouth to help you sleep.

You changed into a comfier outfit and turned off the light before getting into bed.

Although you were getting tired, your mind started reliving the key parts of your day. Specifically, all the parts involving Bakugou.

First and foremost, he was abnormally kind to you considering what you knew about him. Maybe you were wrong? Sure, he was passionate, determined, and easily angered, but he was still nothing but nice to you over these past few days. Or at least much nicer than you expected considering he was literally chained to a post by the end of the sports festival.

You rolled over in your bed and started scrolling through your phone.

You couldn’t explain how you felt. You knew you liked Bakugou. You weren’t oblivious. You just didn’t know if you should like Bakugou, or to what extent you already liked him. Along with most relationships comes the fear of its end. The fear that you would spend months arguing back and forth until one of you gets the courage to just finally end it.

Although those thoughts plagued your mind, what was most prevalent was that Bakugou was determined to be a hero. Why would he have time for a relationship?

“A real hero doesn’t have time for relationships, they have to focus on training.”

His words from before repeated themselves, highlighting how utterly unlikely it was that Bakugou would put his walls down and let you instead of focusing on becoming the best.

You sighed, realizing you had been so distracted that you dropped your phone off the side of the best. You bent down to grab it. You still had your earbuds in and decided to play some music to try and calm down. You reminded yourself that you should just talk to Ashido about it in a few days. You were sure she would be able to help you.

After placing the phone on your bedside table, you lay back down in your comfy bed and attempted to get lost in the music.

Needless to say, it didn’t work.

Your mind continued to wander, coming back to how panicked Bakugou got over the idea of you touching him, feeling his feelings.

You didn’t want to let your mind wander to ridiculous proportions of what he could have been feeling. Maybe it was because he was pissed at you? If that was the case, then it would have been rather nice that Bakugou slapped your hand away before you could grasp onto any feelings.

You bit your lip and groaned, the music was not helping to distract you. You grabbed your phone and took out your earbuds that were beginning to irritate you.  You couldn’t hear any thoughts and figured everyone on your floor must be asleep.

You started playing a video out loud, letting the entertaining show finally distract you.

Eventually, you drifted off into a deep and much-needed sleep.

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Cora’s Brother

A/N so I had this stuck in my head for a while and figured I’d put the story to use and actually write out when my head has been trying to tell me so here it is. So basically this is about the pack Cora had stayed with when everyone thought she was dead. It’s in my OC’s POV.

OC x Derek Hale

Words:3430

Might be a series....depends on how it does. Let me know what you guys think, the romance won’t start till a little later I just wanted to build the chemistry first. Plus this is after Jennifer and I don’t think Derek would hop into a relationship that fast. 

I’ve always thought Derek should be with a fellow werewolf instead of a human or something else. 

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I had heard that Cora was coming back very soon, I’m excited to see her again to say the least. I had been worried about her ever since she went on her own to find her brother of whom we all thought died in the fire like the rest of her family. I remember that day years ago, we were planning to visit the Hale pack because their alpha, Talia wants to know how we ran things so well in our town. When we got to the Hale house there were firefighters putting out the massive fire. I remember my mother calling my name as I got out to see if there were any survivors. She was worried that who’d ever set the fire was still out there. 

“Riley we have to go, who ever did this might still be out here” She had told me. 

“There might be survivors mom, we have to look” I said ignoring her. Traveling into the woods I followed a scent that I had caught. I remember the rate at which my heart sped up as I saw a little girl covered in burns on the woods ground.

“Help” She struggled to get out. I ran up to her and knelt down next to her. 

“Shhhh I’m here to help” I told her. I grabbed her hand and started to take her pain away once she was finally able to pass out I carried her back to the car. Sebastian will be able to treat her better back at home, while I could start the healing on the way, but I’d rather do it when my life won’t be at risk. I was happy to see that my mother was also looking for survivors. 

“Anyone?” I asked her once I got the girl into the car. 

“No firefighter said there was no survivors” She told me. “Come on you can heal her on the way” 

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So I have a ability that most other werewolves don’t have. Regular werewolves have the ability to take away someone’s pain. I can take more. See my grandma is one of the very first werewolves, and she’s still alive, in fact, she’s the alpha of our pack and one of the oldest werewolves. She may not be the strongest anymore but she sure is wise. The very first werewolves had extraordinary abilities that evolution unfortunately got rid of. Healing was one of them, my mother can’t do it but I can. The only down side is the fact that it takes a lot out of me. The amount of burns that covered that little girls body at the time, healing her would put me out of commission for about a week.

That little girls name was Cora Hale. Since then we’ve basically became sisters. I helped teach her control during her shifts and had been somewhat of a mentor to her. About around the time she had left we got word of a newly emerged alpha, when I heard the name Hale I had told Cora right away that someone else from the fire might have survived and she was eager to find them. I went with her to find him but we were ambushed. I was knocked out and when I had woken up I was locked in a cellar of sorts and I couldn’t get out. It took a week for my pack to find me but Cora was missing.

After a couple days of trying to search for her she called me and said she was safe with her brother and she would keep me updated. 

“And you’re safe?” I asked her. 

“Yeah I promise, I’ll call you later okay?” She said. 

“What about the alpha, were we right?” I asked her curiously. 

“Yeah, it was my older brother, he’s alive” She said. “I gotta go”

I couldn’t get much more information out of her. I knew something must have happened, she did call me a couple more times explaining about how the alpha pack had took her and wanted her brother to kill her and his other pack members, of course she told me everything after it had already been dealt with. She said she didn’t tell me because she didn’t want me to get involved, which I would have. Our last phone call she told me her and her brother Derek were coming up. She said he wanted to meet and thank us. 

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Today Cora was coming home, whether or not she was staying though wasn’t up to me. As much as I hoped she woulds, her brother is alive now, she may want to live with him. 

I was doing what I normally do. Training. Being the granddaughter of the alpha, and the daughter of the next alpha, training is basically a 24 seven thing. Fighting, shifting, and dealing with town issues is basically second nature to me on top of working at the school where I am a counselor, it’s a nice job, but the only reason I have it is to keep on eye on the young beta’s of the pack. 

I was kicking Joshua’s ass in the fighting ring. “Alright, alright I tap out damn” He told me when I had pinned him to the floor. “So the student becomes the master” He said. I smiled at him and helped him up.

“Is he Riley?” I heard an unfamiliar voice ask. 

“No, Riley is a she and that’s her” I heard Cora answer. I looked up at her voice and smiled. 

“Cora!” I yelled and then grunted when Joshua took my feet out from underneath me. “Cheater” 

I got out of the ring and ran up to her and engulfed her in a hug. “Hey Riley” She whispered. “You stink” She said. I rolled my eyes and stepped away from her. I looked to the man to her right and smiled at him. He had black hair and green eyes. You could tell the two were related. He was handsome I’ll give him that. 

“You must be Derek” I said extending my hand for him to shake. “I’m Riley” 

He took my hand firmly and shook it. “You’re the one who found my sister after the fire?” He asked me. 

“Yeah” I said softly. His eyes softened and he gave me a slight smile, which is something I don’t think he does very often. Realizing our hands were still connected I took it away. “Listen let me clean up and I’ll meet you guys at dinner. My grandmother would love to meet you. Until then you two check the place out” I said walking away. 

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I was helping my mother bring the food out to the table. We have probably thirty wolves in the compound but they have their own cooks for those who choose not to cook them selves. We always eat as a family up here, my grandma, my mother, my brother and me along usually with Cora, sometimes we invite guests, like today since Derek is eating with us. I set the rolls down on the table across from my grandma. 

“Hey” She whispers at me signaling for me to come closer. I got close to her and she waved me closer to where my ear was to her mouth. “Did you see the ass on that Hale” 

“Grandma” I shunned and shook my head. This isn’t unusual of my grandmother. “Whispering is pointless we are all wolves here” 

“Oh I know” She told me I chuckled and went to get the last of the food. 

Everyone had their food and we were all eating. “Derek, if we knew about you sooner we would have brought Cora to you as soon as we could. We thought she was the only survivor” 

“It’s no problem, besides it seems like she was in good hands here” He said. 

“Ah yes, Cora wasn’t the first stray we took in and most definitely won’t be the last. You’re welcome to stay for as long as you need” My mother said. 

“Thanks” Derek replied.

“Is Beacon Hills as crazy as it’s always been?” My grandma asked. 

“Worse” Cora replied.

“I swear that town is cursed. When we came to visit your mother wanted to discuss about how to handle it, especially since the nematon still had some juice. Our town here is all supernatural and we all coexist with eachother” My grandma stated. 

“How does that work?” Derek asked. 

“Our town is made up of five different creatures we have wendigos, kitsune’s, werecoyote’s and of course werewolves, then the humans. They all have their own side of the town.” I replied “If one steps out of line we handle it, and if we can’t” I said looking to my mother. 

“We get the hunters involved. We’ve had an agreement with the hunters in our area for hundreds of years, if we can’t handle the situation then they can handle it” My mother finished for me. 

“And they agreed?” Derek asked shocked. 

“After a lot of persuasion yes” My grandma said “Unfortunately not all hunters are as negotiable as ours like the Argents, and the Calaveras, those crazy bastards” My grandma stated. 

“It’s peaceful here” Cora told her brother. “You deserve a break from Beacon Hills, I’m sure Scott can handle it” 

“He’s still just a kid” Derek replied. 

“Must be a special kid” I said taking a bite of my food. “For him to be a true alpha”

“Yeah but he’s still learning” Derek said. “I can still teach him a few things” 

“Our door is always open” My mother told him.

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The next morning my mother had sent someone to say to meet her and my grandma. Once I got up there they had told me that there was a murder in the woods last night. By the photos they showed me it looked to be an animal attack, except we all know it’s not, a werewolf or a werecoyote most likely. 

“I’ll talk to the neighboring packs and see if they have any out of control betas” I stated.

“You should bring someone with you” My mother said.

“It’s fine I can go alone” I stated.

“I’ll go with her” I new voice said, a voice belonging to Cora. We all looked up at her and her brother standing next to her. I smiled remembering how nosy she was. 

“You just got back” I stated. 

“There’s nothing to do anyway” She stated. I shook my head and followed her out. I noticed her brother following too. 

“Okay I don’t need the both of you, In fact I don’t need either of you” I said. 

“Oh come one, we can show Derek the town along the way” She said. I let out a breath and looked up at Derek. 

“Think you can handle an out of control werewolf?” I joked. 

“It’s second nature” He stated. 

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After talking to the surrounding packs no one has recently turned anyone or had anyone missing last night. “It doesn’t even make sense, last night wasn’t even a full moon” I stated. 

“Let me see the picture again” Derek asked. I handed him the picture and he studied it. “It doesn’t look like it was done in a frenzy maybe out of defense” I walked to his side and saw what he was talking about. A werewolf in a frenzy wouldn’t leave just one set of claw marks on their victim, they would be mauled. 

“He’s definitely not a hunter” I stated. “If it wasn’t a werewolf then maybe a werecoyote.” 

“What about an omega, a wolf without a pack?” Cora asked. 

I shook my head. “When an Omega passes through town they usually try and find us, we haven’t taken in anyone new, and we would have seen them by now surely” 

“Maybe try to catch a scent?” Derek asked. 

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We were tracking down the scent in the woods. “Still trying to get used to being a beta again?” I asked Derek seeing as he was visibly struggling with keeping the scent. 

“Yeah, kinda a drastic change” He stated. 

“Well it was brave what you did, not very many people would give up being an alpha, especially when someone is trying to kill you” 

“I did it for her” Derek said looking at Cora who was ahead of us. “She said you have an ability to heal? I’ve never heard of anyone able to do it” 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m the last one. My grandma was one of the very first werewolves, and it was said that they had that ability on top of other things. My mother didn’t have the ability but somehow I did.” 

“How do you do it?” He asked me. 

“Like taking away pain just a little more. Takes a lot out of me, I was out for probably a week after I healed Cora. Even then she still wasn’t a hundred percent. Must be nice, seeing her after all those years” 

“She said I was a disappointment” He stated. 

“Sounds like her” I laughed. “She hated me too, she was honestly kinda scary” 

“I can hear you too” Cora said loudly. “I don’t hate either of you anymore” 

“Good to know” Derek said. 

“This is taking too long the scent in fading. I can track better if I shift” I stated going behind a tree and started to take my clothes off. 

“So shift” Derek said confused. 

“About the ability to heal, the first werewolves had another ability to fully shift into a wolf, I got that too” I said as I felt my back start to shift the cracking and breaking of my bones being heard. “Ah!” I yelled as more of my bones broke and morphed. Once I was fully shifted I followed the now clear scent.

“Pretty cool isn’t she?” I heard Cora say to Derek before I was out of earshot. 

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I shifted back and grabbed one of the cheap dresses I keep buried just in case I ever need to shift and I rip my clothes doing so. I’m hoping Cora remembered to bring my outfit I changed out of. 

“Coyote den” I stated as the two caught up with me. “Time to talk to the coyote’s” 

Out of all the creatures in this town the coyote’s are probably our closest ally. They respect our authority unlike the wendigos who are mad at us for not letting them eat living humans, instead they have to settle for the already dead. 

“So are there any humans in this town?” Derek asked. 

“They are all on the other side of town, most the humans kinda know to stay out of this side, call it a gut feeling” I stated. 

“Does this type of thing happen a lot?” He said gesturing to the attack. 

“Rarely, but it happens. Out of control omega, wendigos especially. Never really had a problem with kitsunes” I stated. 

“Aren’t they tricksters?” Cora asked. 

“The dark ones are, it’s their mission to cause all the chaos, strife, and pain they can so that they can get stronger, they can even possess someone, we’ve never dealt with one, and hopefully we don’t” I stated. 

“Kanima’s?” Derek asked. 

“Just one, but we got it under control before it could find a master. Just a kid.” I stated remembering what was done. 

“You couldn’t save him?” Derek asked me. 

“We tried, we couldn’t get to her, the hunters eventually intervened. That’s why I was impressed about Jackson” I stated remembering how Derek talked about the Kanima at dinner.   

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After talking to the coyote’s we found out it was a sixteen year old girl who had gone missing about a year ago, ran off with her boyfriend. She had gone along with it but when he had tried to hurt her she defended herself. She was in control, but she was scared so she hid out in the woods until her sister found her. 

“Please don’t send me to the hunters” Charlotte, the kidnapped girl said. 

“Show me your eyes” I told her. When she did they were a golden color, a color that means she didn’t take an innocent life. 

“We’ll talk to them, they are pretty lenient when it comes to self defense, but Charlotte, that wasn’t very smart, especially when you’re still learning control” I stated. 

“I didn’t think he was going to hurt me” She told me. 

“It usually happens when you least expect it” I told her. I looked at her mother “I’ll keep you updated” 

“So what now?” Cora asked as we were walking back. 

“My mother will talk with the hunters” I said. “Try to convince them it was self defense.”

“What if she can’t?” Derek asked. “She’s sixteen” 

“I know! If they don’t agree then I’ll think of something” I stated. 

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Derek and I were waiting patiently for my mother to finish talking to the hunters. Cora had decided to go to bed. I let out a sigh of relief when I heard that they will let this one slide but if it happens again then they would have to step in. 

“Thank God” I whispered in relief. 

“That was easy” Derek said both relieved and confused. I looked at his questionably “Something like this in Beacon Hills wouldn’t have ended so soon” 

“Are you gonna go back?” I asked him. 

“I honestly don’t know. I don’t like the idea of leaving Scott alone to be the alpha, with the nematon having it’s power back that town won’t ever be safe” He told me. “I just wish I could ask my mother for advice, she would know what to do” 

“What if you can” I told him. 

“What are you talking about?” He asked curiously. 

“Here follow me” I told him as I lead him into the study, a door that can only be opened by my family. “I know it’s a little morbid, but my father died years ago from a werewolf wanting his power, my father won but the wolf that wanted his power poisoned him in case he lost” I said as I grabbed the jar that held his claws pouring them on the table. “My mother spoke with him with these” 

“Spoke with him?” Derek asked. 

“An alpha’s claws are very powerful and there’s a ritual you can perform to talk with the person of who’s claws they are.” I told him. “But you can only do it once”

“Well there’s one problem” Derek said looking at me “My mother died in the fire”

“Talia from the stories I’ve heard was a very powerful alpha, her claws wouldn’t wouldn’t be something that would just burn away in a fire” I told him. 

“Even if they didn’t I wouldn’t know where they would be” He told me. 

“There’s a hunting family based in mexico called the Calavera’s if your mothers claws survived the fire and were found they would have it.” I told him. 

“How do you know that?” He asked me. 

“Because they had my fathers, it was like they had a collection of powerful alpha claws, and I think your mother might of been one of them” I told him. 

After I had explained how the ritual worked I walked Derek out of the study. We were in the door way. “Thank you” He suddenly said. I looked up at him. “you’re welcome” 

“Not just for this but for Cora too. This is the only place I would feel comfortable leaving her with and she wouldn’t shut up about you on the car ride here” He said. 

“I’m nothing special” I stated. 

“No you are, you can not only heal other’s but you can shift into a full wolf. You’re special” Derek told me. “I understand why she didn’t shut up about you”

I smiled and broke eye contact with him closing the door behind me. “If you do plan on going the Calaveras you shouldn’t go alone. They’re pretty dangerous. I can go with you” I told him. 

“No, you should stay here, plus I have someone in mind who will help me” He said. 

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Derek stayed for about another week then decided to leave to find his mother’s claws. He had said bye to his sister already and walked up to me to say goodbye. 

“Thank you again” He told me. 

“Stay safe out there” I told him. “Will you be coming back?” I asked trying not to sound hopeful. 

Derek let out a breath and looked at me “Maybe” 

“I’ll take care of her” I told him

What Derek did next shocked me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as I slowly hugged him back. “I know you will” He whispered then let go and walked out into the darkness