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floatingpetals · 4 years ago

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Call of the Mountains || Ch. 9

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (Werewolf AU!)

Warnings: nothin really

Word Count: 1500+

Summary: (Werewolf-AU!Stucky x f!reader) Life had begun to overwhelm her. Work was insane and her life was a mess. There was a tug in her soul that called her to take this trip, deep into the forest away, where there was the peace and stillness of nature. She didn’t know why, but she knew she needed to listen. It was meant to be a relaxing trip, but one misstep on some moss sent her tumbling into the rapids of the flooded river. She thought she was gone and the earth decided it was time to reclaim her. She didn’t expect was to be pulled from the river nor the creature that saved her. Her entire world is turned upside down and all it took was an accidental step to the left. (18+ Only Story)

A/N: Hey all! So it’s been a while huh? I can’t make any promises that this will be frequent but I wrote a little bit and wanted to post it! I hope you all enjoy and thank you for being so patient with me! I’m hoping I can get back to the swing of things. I also didn’t really edit so I’m sorry if there’s errors 😅 Enjoyyy!!

Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Series Masterlist

Y/N woke to the sound of power turning back on in the house. It was jarring at first, the sound of the air conditioner turning on and several loud beeps sounded around the house. She could hear someone in the hall muttering an oath over a practically loud incessant beeping before it was finally silenced. Blearily she glanced out the window, the sun had just peaked over the mountains casting bright rays through the large open window.

Letting out a sigh, she figured it was best to get out of bed. No point in hiding in the room, especially not with how her stomach felt like it was trying to eat itself. Y/N glanced at her dirty clothes and wondered if they had a washing machine she could use now that the power was back on. Snagging them in her uninjured hand, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and do her business before creeping into the living room.

The sound of the television filtered down the hall as she inched around the corner, she spotted Bucky standing in front of the television with his arms crossed and back tense. It took her a quick glance at the headline to understand his frustration. The rain from last night created floods and knocked down trees on most major roads in the area, specifically around the reserve. Which meant she was stuck.

“Oh well that’s a great thing to wake up and see,” She mumbled and walked up beside him. She bit her lip to stifle a giggle when she saw him flinch and his head swivel around towards her.

Bucky nearly flew out of his skin when she materialized beside him. He had to take a deep breath, to calm the start to his heart as well as the frustration in himself how quickly he forgot she was capable of sneaking upon him. That was definitely not a common occurrence for him. He should have scented her at the very least. Maybe it because she’s wearing my clothes, he tried to reason.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Her giggle finally won. Bucky grumbled, but couldn’t stop the grin growing on his face. “So we’re blocked in huh?”

“Looks like it.” He nodded. “Steve’s gone out to see if we can still get out to the pa-cabins. My phone hasn’t blown up yet, so either it means we’re in the clear or he’s in the middle of cleaning up the roads and hasn’t had a chance to call and bitch yet.”

“Let’s hope it’s not too bad if there are any downed trees.” She mumbled and watched the forecast. She winced. Now it was supposed to rain every day for the next week. Just great. “I guess I shouldn’t have tried my luck. First, the questionable rain forecast, then I fall in a river, fracture my wrist, and now I’m literally flooded in.”

“At least you’re not stuck in your tent!” Bucky grinned trying to remain optimistic. “Speaking of which, Natasha said she’d call the rangers station for you and see what she could have them do about your stuff. Better her let them know you’re safe than them waste manpower trying to find you.”

“Oh,” Y/N blinked. She hadn’t thought of that. “That’s sweet of her.”

“If you have anything you can think you’d need, let me know and I can see if Natasha can’t get them for you.” He didn’t offer how she could get them or how she knew which campsite was hers, but Y/N also didn’t think to ask. Probably got the info from the ranger station, Y/N reasoned.

“I guess my phone, so I can tell my parents I’m alright and let my job know I might not make it back when I agreed to be back.” She said. “And maybe some of my clothes. Speaking of which, do you have a washer I could borrow?”

Bucky blinked and finally looked down at the bundle of clothes in her hand.

“Oh! Yeah of course,” He motioned her to follow through the kitchen and to what looked like a mudroom converted to a laundry room. “If you ever need to use it, feel free. Detergent is in the box and the softener is that white container. While you do that, do you want anything to eat? I should have asked you that first.”

“Oh,” she looked up from the brand-new fancy washing machine and over to where Bucky hovered in the doorway. “I’m okay with whatever you have available. Can I make a special request for some coffee with cream and sugar?”

“You sure can.” Bucky beamed with a wink, leaving her to it in the room with a noticeable bounce in his step. She could hear him moving around in the kitchen, finding it incredibly adorable how enthusiastic he appeared to be cooking her something. She shook her head with a giggle and turned back to the machine.

After a few minutes of fumbling with the fancy machine that had way too many settings, Y/N went back to the kitchen where Bucky was plating her food. He flashed a smile over his shoulder and motioned for her to sit at the table. A steaming cup of fresh coffee sat at the table, fork, and knife waiting as well.

“Go ahead and take a seat. I didn’t know how much sugar you wanted, so it’s in the bowl next to the salt and pepper.”

“Thank you.” Y/N hummed eagerly and sank into the seat. She had just finished putting in her sugar and took a sip when Bucky set the plate of food in front of her. Piled high with eggs, bacon, and hash browns, the smell hit her nose, and instantly her mouth started to water. Completely uncaring what he thought about her table manners, she dug in.

Amused, Bucky slid into the seat across from her with his own plate and cup of coffee. He watched her for a moment, a grin on his face before he too dug in. Mentally, he was going over the list of things that needed to be done. He had a pack to keep safe, first and foremost. While Steve might be handling the cleanup, Bucky was usually in charge of making sure everyone was accounted for and they had everything they’d needed.

True they were an efficient pack that didn’t need help from the outside, but it didn’t mean they were completely prepared for natural disasters. Cabins would need to be inspected, generators most likely needed to be fixed, food needed to be replaced, the roads and paths they usually took would need to be checked so there wasn’t something that could cause problems down the line. There was also the fact he had yet to hear from Wanda or Pietro.

The twins were supposed to be patrolling last night and would usually check-in before the sun rose when they returned. Neither had contacted Bucky or Steve, and Bucky was growing concerned. They were quite capable of taking care of themselves, but this was not normal for the two.

He was so busy worrying and planning he didn’t notice Y/N had stood to move beside him until her soft scent drifted to his nose. He blinked and tilted his head back, startled for the second time that morning. He had to swallow his tongue to keep the purr his beast made down. Oblivious to the effect she had on him, Y/N smiled softly and motioned to his empty plate.

“You finished?”

Bucky’s cleared his throat and nodded dumbly. Y/N took their plates and went to the sink. He watched her go to the stove to grab the skillet and heading back to the sink before turning the tap on. The sound of water and clinking plates snapped Bucky out of his stupor.

“Oh, you don’t have to clean those!” He jumped up and began to cross the kitchen to her side. She shot him a look that stopped him short and reached for the sponge.

“You made me breakfast, the least I can do is while the plates down before putting them in your dishwasher.” She replied smoothly. Bucky opened his mouth to argue but she cut him off again. “Nope, it’s how we do it my house. You cook, I clean.”

Bucky chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, more than aware he lost this argument. He didn’t get a chance to argue anyways, he could hear his phone going off in the living room where he left it.

“Alright, alright. You win. Just keep your cast dry.” He shot over his shoulder.

“Aye aye, captain!” Y/N shouted back, giggling at the amused snort that she received in answer.

Smiling from ear to ear, Bucky answered the call from Natasha in a rather happy mood. But the tone that greeted him cut his happiness off short.

“Barnes, you need to get down here. Steve’s pissed. Bring Y/N too. She needs to see this.”

The phone clicked before he could ask what the hell was going on, not at all a normal Natasha thing to do. A sinking feeling of dread settled in the pit of his stomach. He turned slowly to look over his shoulder where Y/N stood at the sink, loading his dishwasher humming a happy tune, and wondered what the hell happened last night they didn’t know about.

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winchest09 · 4 years ago

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The Bunker Party - January Debrief

Hey my darlings!

So, The Bunker Party was back with a bang for the first month of 2021 and it was so nice to see so many wonderful and beautiful faces, new and old, on the stream. I have so much stuff to share with you, my fingers will ache once I’ve finished typing it all.

The stream was just amazing. It was filled with fun, laughter, and so many of you sharing your love for all things Supernatural. Seriously, SPN does have THEE best fandom and I’m so glad to be a part of it.

6 hours we were hanging out for! To see so many beautiful faces, hear so many lovely voices and to spend time with all you guys was just a dream! The support from everyone for each other, the love in this fandom; I can’t express how much I adore it.

I love holding these events and as I mentioned last night, the next one will be in February (date to be announced) and I’m already looking forward to seeing so you all again.

So…to the debrief!

Below you will find:

Everyone who joined - their tags, what’s coming up fic wise and their masterlist.

Announcements, News and links to Patreons and Etsy shops!

Challenges to join - we have SIX!

Blogs who want to help with your writing

Graphics and Icons

Fic & blog recs

You are the guys that make it the live stream what it is, and we can never thank you enough. So below is a list of everyone who was on the chat yesterday accompanied by their masterlist and a little blurb of what they have coming up soon! For your reading pleasure and in no particular order…

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@waywardbeanie: Shelli has come so far in the matter of a few months. From being a reader to now a series writer! She has one series under her belt already and is well on her way with her second on, Life on Tour. She is ALSO planning her third, which we may have had a sneak peak too last night and I am BEYOND excited.

You can find her masterlist HERE

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@deanwanddamons: Sian has come so far in a year! She has several series on the go, so many oneshots and I already know her plans for her next series. There are more plans for The Show Must Go On, Mechanic and Mistletoe and others. OH, I am excited!

Her masterlist can be found HERE

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@jensengirl83: Brandy is such a sweetheart and we adore her. She’s still under the year mark for writing but that doesn’t stop her from nailing it. With one series completed, a ton of oneshots under her belt, she’s now working on her second series and is smashing it.

You can find her masterlist HERE

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@whatareyousearchingfordean: Alex is nailing it at the moment with her fictions. She’s currently posting Happiness Continued (the sequel to Happiness Begins) which is nearing it’s end *sobs* BUT we were spoiled to some spoilers and information about what’s coming next. Ohhhh we have two more series on the way and they are juicy! Head over to her blog to find out one of them, she’s announced it already ;)

Her masterlist can be found HERE

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@superfanficnatural: Mert has took some time away from the writing world but nothing could keep him from showing his fantastic self on our livestream. He’s has finally gotten back into his writing thanks to much encouragement ;) and is chipping away at the next add for his series The Choice. We’re super proud of him.

He has some other series in the works, a couple of collaborations that he’s got under his belt too…

Go and give him some love, his masterlist can be found HERE

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@soaringeag1e: We adore Meg and she is a regular on our stream. She has such an extensive list of SPN fanfiction that it’s a treat for your eyeballs!

She is currently working on her series Escape and we have been treated to hearing about some of her new series that she has coming out very soon! Fake Dating anyone? YES PLEASE. Head over and get yourself signed up if you’re not already!

You can find her masterlist HERE

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@thinkinghardhardlythinking: Saira is absolutely nailing it when it’s coming to writing at the moment and her words are out of this world. She’s recently been sucked into the Royal AU and is writing a Knight!Sam x Reader fic and it is TO DIE FOR.

She’s such a sweetheart. Please show her some love and support <3 You can find her masterlist HERE

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@janicho88: This lovely lady is working on some absolute winners at the minute. “Falling for You” and “Fire, Fur and Mistletoe” to name just a couple! She is one of the kindest and supportive souls that you will ever meet. Definitely one to check out and read!

You can find her masterlist HERE

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@downanddirtydean: Lydia was new to our stream and I cannot say how much I enjoyed having this beaut on there. She is working on some AMAZING pieces at the moment. Holidate being one of them! Fake Dating anyone? UHH YEAH! She also has over 30 smutty oneshots... You can find her masterlist HERE

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@carryonmywaywardcaptain: Jordan was another new face to our stream last night and it was so nice getting to know her. She told all about what she is currently working on. “Miles of Memories” is a best friend to lover AU which sounds absolutely incredible. If you’re not checking her out already, what are you waiting for?

You can find her her masterlist HERE

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@sams-sass: Chelsea was new to our stream and the award for the first Sam girl to grace our screen has been awarded. She is an absolute sweetheart and with what we heard about her works, her idea and what she’s got coming up...I AM SOLD. She has told us that she is currently working on “Secrets in the Snow” and we are EXCITED.

She is a creative genius and I’m living for it.

You can find her masterlist HERE

@flamencodiva: Vanessa is still in the process of reposting everything she had lost back onto her blog and she is slowly but surely, getting up to date. We have been told what is coming up, more “What He Lost, What He Found” as well as “The Hunters Encyclopaedia”. She is also working on some wonderful new series’ behind the scenes and we may have been teased to a collab that will be coming your way soon!

Check out her masterlist HERE

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@that-one-gay-girl: Sydney is such a kind soul and an absolute beaut, and we were so happy to see her on our stream. Even though she is a fairly new writer, that hasn’t stopped her from bashing out some fabulous pieces of fiction! She has a completed series under her belt and is currently working on the next chapter of “Oh, Baby” as well as “A Hero’s Journey”

You can find her masterlist HERE

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@deangirl93: Our first Aussie that has graced our stream and what an abolute babe she is. For a new writer, she has come so far in the matter of months. She has her first completed series “Life Lessons” under her belt as well as some phenomenal oneshots. We’ve also been told about her works that are coming up... Demon!Dean or Dean Smith anyone? ;)

You can find her masterlist HERE

@anathewierdo: Ana is such a darling and we always love having her on the streams. She’s currently reposting her fic Call of the Ocean which is a collaboration with Flamencodiva. Not only that, she’s also working on a Princess Diaries AU, a Serial Killer AU and many more!

You can find her masterlist HERE

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@emoryhemsworth: This beaut has had a couple of busy months but she is currently working on her series called “Losing Sleep” as well as plotting her amazing TWD crossover fic which we cannot wait for!

Check our her masterlist HERE:

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@anaelsbrunette: We loved having Yas on our stream and she told us all about the juicyness that she’s got coming our way. She is concentrating on darker stuff at the moment but we have also been told that she has a Mafia AU that will soon grace our screens...keep your eyes peeled!

Check it out and give her some love.

You can find her masterlist HERE

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@impalawrites: Pala joined our stream for a while and it was lovely to hear her voice and for her tell us what’s going on in her writing life. She has recently changed her blog name (she was impala-1979) and now she is focusing on not just supernatural but many other fandoms too!

She has many, many more goodies on offer and is doing wonderfully!

You can find her masterlist HERE

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@defenderrosetyler: Ali came back to our stream and we loved having her. She currently has a couple of oneshots available on her masterlist for both Sam and Dean! She is definitely one to keep an eye out for! She’s a total sweetheart too!

You can find her masterlist HERE

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@wonder-cole: Such a sweetheart and a wonderful person. New to the stream this time and we loved having her. She told us all about her amazing ideas and what she is writing at the moment. In the works there is going to be a Son’s of Anarchy crossover, Michael!Dean and a male reader fic AND a Bi!Reader and Charlie fic.

*squee* We are excited.

You can find her masterlist HERE

@katelynw93: Kate is a new writer to the supernatural fandom but she is doing so so well! She has a bunch of stuff for both Sam and Dean and her writing is just AMAZING. She is definitely one to go and check out!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@chocolateheart: Marcie is a little ray of sunshine and her writing always gets me hooked. She has no series as of yet but I have heard of what she is cooking up and I am excited! She has some fabulous fluffy and sexy oneshots though that you should definitely check out!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@anotherspnfanfic: Another wonderful new face to our stream this time around and were so happy that she joined us! Again, this wonderful writer has an amazing list of oneshots but no series as of yet. She is definitely one to be checking out!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@440mxs-wife: Another new beautiful face to our stream! It was so nice to have her join us and we have found another little hidden treasure trove of fictions! Her masterlist covers more than just Sam and Dean, we have fics for Cas, Gabriel and Ketch too!

You can find her masterlist HERE

Me: Well, Life for Rent is completed! My new series “Hello, Sailor” is in progress and I’m about to finish my mini series “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”. I have also just posted a smut filled oneshot called “Do Not Disturb” and I have plans for many more stories! Seriously...my idea doc is screaming at me! Ahah.

My masterlist can be found HERE:

HONORARY MENTIONS

Now, these guys are regulars to our livestreams and/or do a hell of a lot to support other people within the supernatural fandom. So it’s only fair that we give them a shout out and to share the love with them too!

In no particular order:

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@smol-and-grumpy: Nat has such a juicy masterlist and can I just mention that since our last livestream, she has completed quite a few other series and is now posting two new ones! A personal fav of mine is “Legally Yours” IT IS CERTIFIED GOLD.

You can find her masterlist HERE

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@talesmaniac89: Our darling Tales is taking a hiatus at the moment but her blog is still worth checking out. She has some amazing series and such a long list of fics under her belt as well as SO MANY GRAPHICS. She’s an absolute sweetheart and I adore her greatly.

Check her out guys, her masterlist is HERE

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@katehuntington: Kate is also taking a hiatus at the moment but again, it’s a blog definitely worth checking out. Her writing is exquisite and the imagery she paints is just wonderful. Ride with Me anyone? She also has an OFC Fic too!

Her masterlist can be found HERE

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@atc74: Ang is such a wonderful supporter to new and old writers alike on tumblr. I am always seeing her reblogging peoples stories and offereing words of kindness and positivity. Not only that, she has a wonderful masterlist of her own fabulous creations too!

Her masterlist can be found HERE

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To the upcoming writers & readers…

@abuavnee, @winchesterxfamilybusiness, @adoptdontshoppets, @zooaliaa, @carolinabeauty6298, @akshi8278 & the few nonnies we had!

Sabrina: We know that you’ve dabbled with some writing already but if you need us for anything, idea bouncing or anything, just hit us up, you know where we are <3

Abu: Girl, your first of writing blew me away with how poetic it was and it was so nice to put a face to a name yesterday. If you ever need help with writing, give us a message!

Karen: Your support to all of us writers is just phenomenal and I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to leave such wonderful comments. We appreciate you so much <3

Zoe: Even though you’re not a new writer, you’re new to tumblr and we were so intrigued about the fic idea you already have posting to wattpad right now. Welcome to the family babe!

MJ: Again, your support to all of us writers is just the best. Thank you for taking the time to read through our stuff, it means the absolute world.

Akshita: Another fabulous reader who offers wonderful support to all of us writers. Thank you so much for all of your comments and your kind words.

We want to thank all of you for your constant support, your feedback, your words, your reactions to what we write. Your likes, your reblogs, your asks. We appreciate every single thing you do. So thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We love you. Also, remember guys - we’re all here to love and support you! My inbox is always open if you want to talk about anything and everything. Even if you wish to start writing…give any of us a shout. We’re here to help! Thank you for joining the chat and we hope you had an amazing time <3 Please spread the love and show your support to all of these amazing people, go follow and give them some love!

We’ve got some goodies for you!

We want to bring to everyone’s attention once again, the wonderful organisation that is Ficfasers, an international fundraising group of authors and artists who love Supernatural. They offer thank yous to people who agree to donate to Random Acts by creating stories/art, crafts, and more for winning bidders and ticket buyers!

Again, this is amazing and it’s something that so many of us can get involved in. We’ve been told an event is coming up around the holiday period so watch this space!

Want to write for Charity?

Check out their tumblr HERE

and their website HERE

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Follower achievements!

Join me in congratulating these amazing blogs as they have surpassed or are close to a follower milestone!

@waywardbeanie is closing in on 600 followers! @downanddirtydean has passed 500 followers!

@superfanficnatural is closing in on 900 followers! @jensengirl83 is closing in on 900 followers! @deangirl93 is closing in on 500 followers!

Congratulations guys!

If you’re not following them already, head on over and show them your support!

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Want to be the first to read new chapters of your favourite fics?

Some of our fabulous livestream participants have Patreon!

For a small fee a month, you get personalised drabbles, oneshots and MORE as well as first dibs on new chapters before ANYONE else! Please consider giving them your support.

The links for each authors Patreon is below: @cockslut-padalecki - Find hers HERE

@flamencodiva - Find hers HERE

@soaringeag1e - Find hers HERE

@impalawrites - Find hers HERE

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Want to support new creators and get your hands on some SPN Merch?

We have two etsy shops to share with you! Both of them make some amazing things and are definitely worth checking out if you’re wanting to treat yourself.

@downanddirtydean has a wonderful little shop full of supernatural goodies like scrunchies and stickers! You can check it out HERE & @that-one-gay-girl has a little shop where she offers custom portraits and I have been told that some Spn goodies are on the way too! Check it out HERE

Oh, IT’S CHALLENGE TIME. This month, we have SIX challenges for you to get involved in!

First of all, we still have @janicho88 100 follower Christmas themed challenge! It ends on the 31st January but there are still spots left!

Check it out, HERE

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Secondly, we have @wonder-cole‘s 100 follower celebration too! This challenge is pretty unique as she has taken the things her 11 year old has said for the prompts!

You can check it out, HERE

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Thirdly, we @deanwanddamons 2K follower and 1 Year blogiversary challenge! She’s taken some inspiration from the movies and come up with some quotes, the challenge is open until the 1st February!

Check it out, HERE

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Fourthly, we have @downanddirtydean‘s 500 follower celebration! She has come up with a list of 50 prompts to tickle your pickle and to make it juicer, she’s added in a giveaway of prizes that she makes herself!

Take a look and enter the challenge, HERE

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Fifthly, we have @carryonmywaywardcaptain‘s Supernaturally Marvelous challenge! This challenge has a list of songs, AU’s, Dialogue prompts and more to choose from!

Check it out, HERE

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And last, but certainly not least, we have @flamencodiva‘s Writing Challenge which she holds every few months to help when you get that dreaded writers block. Who knows, maybe her prompt will spark a wave of inspiration!

Check it out, HERE

Need a graphic? Header, banner, divider?

Our gorgeous @talesmaniac89 is available to create whatever you would like! She’s the creator behind our banners for this post and numerous other masterlist across the board. Give her a message!

Struggling with some smut?

@superfanficnatural has offered his services to be the person you can go to if you need to hash out certain words, feelings and perspective. He is the perfect person to give you an insight to the male POV when it comes to sex so if you’re writing Destiel or a chapter from the guys POV, Mert is there to help!

Need help finding that one gif?

@emoryhemsworth is your go to girl! Seriously, you tell her you want a gif of Dean in a specific place, wearing a certain outfit, she will find it for you in no time at all. She’s a diamond as she’ll also credit the creators!

Struggling to find that one word? Or even a title?

@atc74 is your guru! She is perfect for getting you unstuck and if you’re struggling with a title, she can also help on this front! I always struggle with a title, and a summary so I know i’ll definitely be hitting Ang up if i get stuck!

Lost a fic? Need help to find it again?

@spnfic-search-blog is the blog to go too! Send an ask and they will dedicate their time to try and find it for you!

Need a new aesthetic? Line divider? We got you! Our fabulously talented @talesmaniac89 has drawn up so MANY supernatural themed line breakers, headers and more for your free usage!

Just look at some of these!

She has a few posts full already!

We’re talking dividers, headers, banners, gifs and icons!

Check them out HERE!

Give them a like, a reblog and please THANK HER if you use her work. She’s the most kind hearted, loving soul and a few words go a long way <3

Blog Recs!

@smol-and-grumpy - Nat is such a kind soul, always wanting to make others smile, others wanting to go the extra mile for her followers. She holds giveaways just as a thank you for reading her work and above all else, her writing is just out of this world. She deserves so much love and credit for what she does.

@crashdevlin - I don’t think a livestream has gone by where this lady’s fics have NOT been recommended. Whenever Crash’s name is brought up on stream, so many people love her work and freak out and it’s so lovely to see. So here’s to you Crash! Well done <3

Fic Recs!

True Loves Kiss

@carryonmywaywardbucky

Pairing: Non Yet, eventual Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: When word of a cursed prince reached your kingdom, your king knew exactly who to send to try and wake him up. The king treated you like the daughter he never had, so question never crossed his mind when he gave you what he hoped would be your final mission.

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My Brother’s Girl By @cockslut-padalecki

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When Dean returns from Purgatory, he hopes to be reunited with his long term girlfriend Y/N and Sam after five long years without them. But when he shows up at Sam’s door unable to locate her, Dean realises he doesn’t need to look much farther to find her.

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All The Good Girls Go To Hell By @cockslut-padalecki

Pairing: Step Dad!Sam x Step Daughter!Reader, Uncle!Dean x Niece!Reader

Summary: When Sam marries into Y/N’s family he naively believes she’s a little princess incapable of putting a step wrong. But once he comes face to face with evidence that proves she’s far from angelic which also implicates his own brother in her misdeeds, Sam finds himself battling against his own moral judgement.

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Corrupted By @cockslut-padalecki

Pairing: Lawyer!Sam x Reader.

Summary: When Sam inadvertently chooses to work instead of spend time with Y/N, she decides on a little revenge to show him what he’s missing… however she massively underestimates Sam and his power to put her in her place.

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Crimson Leaves By @waywardrose13

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The dead have risen. Amid a global pandemic that causes the dead to prowl the Earth, a leader of a small camp in North Carolina fights for survival. Y/n Y/l/n was certain of three things: One, only a bite would turn you. Two, the brain must be destroyed in order to completely kill the thing. Three, trust no one. When a stranger is brought to her camp half alive, Y/n must make the decision to throw him to the walkers, or let the mystery man heal within the gates. As Dean Winchester recovers from a zombie attack, he worms his way into the camp, and eventually into Y/n’s heart. Love is a dangerous game, especially when it’s played with the dead.

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Flashes By @our-jensen-ackles-love

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: Playboy Jensen Ackles is hurting his television show’s image. Every time he promised to get his act together, it’d last for about a week before pictures emerge of him half-drunk with some broad on his arm. Fed up and desperate, his agent decides their only hope to save some face is to write up a contract with a nobody girl who could use the money while getting to play the role of Jensen’s girlfriend. It was only for a year and it was only for the photos. But feelings don’t always follow the rules, do they?

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Icarus By @savior-adriana

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Demon!Reader

Summary: She was a succubus – a sex demon, held captive by the Winchesters and despite Sam’s desperate attempts to stop his brother from giving in, Dean loses the battle against his need for her.

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Frozen By @watermelonlipstick

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: Sam and the reader get stranded on the highway during a snowstorm.

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Dean’s Jeans By @watermelonlipstick

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: A late summer afternoon on your cul-de-sac with Dean, Sam, your daughters, and their cousin DJ.

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Till Death Do Us Part? By @amanda-teaches

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: At a work party with your best friend, Dean, you panic when your new boss asks if you’re couple. Lying to protect your promotion, you wind up fake engaged before you can take it back. When Dean agrees to go along with your lie for a weekend retreat, you end up finding something neither of you had bargained for: love.

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Broken By @atwistoffate

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The man you love is about to marry someone else. This is how the worst day of your life begins.

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Blue or Red By @atwistoffate

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Can two people who broke up be friends again? Just friends?

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It Was You By @jerkbitchidjitassbutt

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Summary: Jensen and Y/n are childhood best friends. When his agent informs him that his image could use some improvement for a role, will she help him? Or will her feelings get in the way?

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Not Losing You By @luci-in-trenchcoats

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: The reader is pulled over on the side of the road when a man suddenly appears and proceeds to collapse in front of her. Little does she know, that may be a good thing for them both…

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By My Side By @luci-in-trenchcoats

Pairing: Bodyguard!Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: While at home one night, the reader, an actress, is almost kidnapped and at her friend’s suggestion she hires Jensen as her bodyguard. After a rocky start, the pair begin to get along and tensions ease when they think the threat against her has subsided. But as things at home get better, the reader’s family comes to town and all Hell breaks loose…

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With All My Heart By @torn-and-frayed

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: N/A

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Protector By @fictionalabyss

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: N/A

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La Petite Mort By @percywinchester27

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Summary: The reader has just shifted to a new flat and boy, someone on the floor has a really banging sex life! The passionate moans have been keeping her up for several nights in row and enough is enough! Reader has her suspicions, but is it really the green-eyed hottie from room no. 307?

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You’re Home By @acreativelydifferentlove

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Summary: After years away at college, you have finally returned to your home town. In order to settle back into the community, you have to seek permission from the Head Alpha. What happens when you see his son for the first time since presenting as an Omega?

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A Gentleman’s Agreement By @stusbunker

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Benny LaFitte

Summary: N/A

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Stolen Crown By @roonyxx & @jay-and-dean

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader / Knight!Dean x reader

Summary: What happens when she is sent in a world that isn’t hers, but with very familiar faces ?

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Ablaze By @ellewritesfix05

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N’s life is simple — work, books, and saving lives. But when a handsome firefighter comes to her hospital in need of care, her life gets turned upside down as she quickly falls for the green-eyed hero. Will being with him prove to be what was missing from her life?

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No Forgetting You By @ellewritesfix05

Pairing: MOC!/Demon!Dean x Reader

Summary: Being Dean Winchester’s girlfriend is no easy task. Through thick and thin, (Y/N) remained fighting monsters by his side. But what will happen when Dean becomes one of those monsters? In this story, the Reader is faced with difficult situations and decisions that will turn her once-perfect life upside down.

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Mess is Mine By @supernaturalfreewill

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: Fic based on ‘Mess Is Mine’ by Vance Joy originally requested by anonymous! You might not want to read this when you’re home alone or sitting in the dark. Just FYI. It’s kinda creepy

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White Picket Fence By @negans-lucille-tblr

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean finally gets his American dream life. A perfect wife, big house and the perfectly obnoxious neighbors beyond a white picket fence. But what goes on behind closed doors is far from suburban.

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Other Fandom Recs!

Sunrise By @wkemeup

Pairing: bucky x reader (veteran!bucky x librarian!reader)

Summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)

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I think that’s it!

Phew! I hope you all enjoy this recap! Thank you so much once again to everyone who joined the chat, we had 6 hours of laughs and I cannot wait to do it again. I’d appreciate it if you could share this to spread the love of the fics and authors on here!

Keep an eye out for the next date for our next livestream! It will be in February. If you guys have any idea’s or want something included, let us know. If you want to be tagged when we announce, let us know!

See you next time!

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legoshi-plz · 4 years ago

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Pretenses (Louis x Reader)

Summary: Royal AU. Louis is a spoiled prince and you are a clumsy maid. Prince!Louis x Canine!Dog!Reader

AN: I’ve been writing this for like ever and I finally started on chapter 2 so I feel it’s time to go ahead and post this. This will be a multichapter series 💕

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You were fired. You were so fired.

You knew damn well you weren’t allowed in the kitchen at this time. Your kind wasn’t allowed to use the kitchen until nightfall. It was the agreement the Royal court made over half a century ago when they first began to let Carnivores staff stay within palace grounds. They were allowed free range of the kitchen before sunrise and after nightfall but never in between. During the day, the kitchen was nearly entirely ran by a staff of Gazelles. They cooked and served the royal family exclusively as it had been for years and they had quite the aversion to all Carnivores. Canines especially.

You knew you were risking one of the best gigs you’d ever happened across going into the kitchen during the day but you were sure the Gazelles were on break and assumed it was a calculated risk. Boy were you bad at math.

You had snuck into the kitchen countless times when the Gazelles took their routine hour break right after serving the royal court lunch. There was a group of younger carnivores (badgers who tended the gardens) who came to you with gripes of hunger, knowing you were easily the best cook amongst the Carnivore staff. You agreed as always and set off to the kitchen to make a quick stew that would hold them over until nightfall as well be simple enough to prepare and clean up before the Gazelles returned from their break.

You had finished the stew and prepared to package it up to sneak out when two Gazelles returned to the kitchen unexpectedly. It hadn’t been the first time someone had come back early but you usually used your keen hearing to get out of dodge before hand. This time you weren’t so lucky.

You hightailed it out of there but not before they saw your face. It was over for you.

As expected you were called into the head of the kitchen’s office. An older, especially rigid Gazelle named Mrs. Stallworth. She was as mean and particular as they come, her disgust towards Carnivores not concealed in the slightest. In her office she was accompanied by an even older alpaca, Madam Peak, the head mistress of all royal staff regardless of division.

“Come in girl and stop loitering by the door!” Mrs. Stallworth snapped. You immediately approached her desk, sitting once she motioned to the chair in front of her.

“Look, I am going to ask you this one time and one time only, Dog, and if you lie to me, you won’t live to tell another,” the Gazelle sneered and you felt your heart drop.

“Were you in the kitchens today while the staff grazed?”

“Y-Yes ma’am,”

“Were you cooking using unauthorized food items not rationed for Carnivores’ consumption?”

“Yes ma’am,”

“Are you aware this is a volatile offense punishable by execution?”

“I- um, execution?”

“Enough of the dramatics, Marta,” The alpaca said gently, placing a hand on Mrs. Stallworth’s shoulder.

“Fine. Did you or did you not make this?” Stallworth produced a jar from behind her desk containing your stew. You nodded hesitantly.

“Thought so. What the hell did you put in this? Be specific,” You listed off the ingredients automatically, the recipe ingrained in your memory.

Once you were finished, Stallworth looked to her left, coming to a silent agreement with Madam Peak.

“You scrub the cobblestones with the rest of the domestic canine, right?” You nodded hastily.

“That’s grueling work, hard on the back and worse on the joints. Murder on the hands and knees as well, yeah?” She didn’t wait for an response.

“Look, you’re lucky you’re a small dog. Domesticated too. Anyone else would have been on the streets by now but I don’t believe in wasting talent when there’s far too little to be found in this world.” Stallworth said, her eyes boring into yours. You began to squirm in your seat under her gaze.

“There’s a position for you in the kitchen, if you want it. It won’t be an easy job, you’ll do all of the grunt work and you will not be treated as an equal. But you will be the first Carnivore to ever hold such a position. What do you say?” She looked at you expectedly and you realized she actually wanted you to speak this time.

“D-do I have a choice?”

“No, your only other option is termination and banishment from the palace. Report to the kitchens in the morning 20 minutes before dawn. You start tomorrow.” Stallworth sneered.

“T-thank-”

“You’re dismissed.”

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“Another day in paradise, huh Y/N?” Two Gazelles giggled as you reentered th kitchen in utter exhaustion. You had just been tasked with moving bag after bag of heavy flour from the stock room to the kitchen and you could feel every muscle throb in protest.

It’s effectively been about 2 months since you began your position in the kitchen and it was everything Mrs. Stallworth had warned and more. The work was seemingly never ending and you almost always got stuck transporting ingredients from the storage pantry to the kitchen. When you weren’t doing that, you were doing prep work or being used as a taste tester.

“You canines are pure muscle, it’ll go straight through you. Us Gazelles have to watch our figures or we’ll blow right up,” they’d whine before stuffing whatever dish they were making down your throat.

The job wouldn’t be so exhausting if it weren’t for the fact that after slaving endlessly for the Gazelles all day, you had to turn around and cook for the Carnivores as well. Though you hate to admit it, you had gained quite a bit of knowledge about nutrition during your time in the kitchen and tried to pass it on to your Carnivore brethren. They were less concerned about the actual nutritional aspect and were content with that fact that your food taste good.

“I’m not taking that to him! Find someone else!” One of the Gazelles screeched, pushing a tray of food away from her.

“Well I’m surely not taking it to him! Besides, it’s your own fault for sleeping with him!” Her friend retorted pushing the tray near her and walking off. This kitchen was never short of drama, that was for sure.

“Dog!” The Gazelle turned around to face you.

“My name’s not Dog,”

“Do you know my name?” She prompted. Shit, she had you there.

“Thought so. Now I need you to take the Prince his dinner. He’s under the weather and the food contains his medicine so he’ll probably refuse it. If that happens just show your fangs and threaten to eat him,” she said shoving the tray into your arms.

“I don’t have fan-”

“Better be off before the food gets cold,” She chirped, rushing off. You sighed and began your hike up to the royal chambers.

It took what seemed like an eternity to climb the countless flights of stairs until you reached the Prince’s bedroom, the royal chambers located impossibly far from the Kitchen headquarters. You began to knock on the door when you realized you had never interacted with a royal before. Had never really seen one in person. The Canines were given strict orders to stay out the way of anyone important and the Royals definitely could be considered important.

“Come in,” a raspy voice called. You proceeded to enter what was nothing less than the most extravagant room you’d ever seen in your life. In the middle of an enormous canopy bed was a stag. He looked increadibly small surround by the lush bedding.

“A Carnivore? And to what do I owe this visit? Heard the crowned Prince had fallen ill so they sent you to finish me off? They could have at least sent one of a formidable size, this is just insulting,” he sneered, his voice nasally with congestion.

“I-I’m from the kitchens, here to give you your lunch, my- um- liege?” You didn’t really know how to address a royal since no one ever thought it’d be worth the proper training for Carnivores.

“Dogs don’t work in the kitchen,”

“This one does. I’m.... new,” you said stepping forward.

“Clearly. Leave the tray by the door.” He snarled, turning on his side. You assumed you were supposed to take that as a sign of dismissal.

“I have to make sure that you eat, sire,” you began to walk towards his bed slowly as to not frighten him.

“Can’t you even follow simple instructions?” He glared at you. You remained silent, still holding the tray. Seeing you weren’t going away that easily, the Prince began to examine you.

“Judging by the way you look like death warmed over, I’m assuming they work you to the bone in the kitchens,” he sneered through his congestion. Again, you remained silent.

“Well however bad you think it is now, I guarantee I can make it a million times worse for you. Now get out of my sight,” after his little rant he expected you to flee, which made it that much more awkward when you simply stared back at him completely aloof.

“So be it then,” he huffed, snatching the tray from you.

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You had expected the Prince’s threat to merely be the defiant ramblings of sick, unwilling patient and it seemed to be just that in the weeks that followed your quick interaction.

You avoided being forced to take him his lunch again and things continued as normal. You could even say that you were adjusting to life in the kitchens and the strain it put on you felt as if it began to lessen. Then it all came to a screeching halt one morning.

“Y/N! Stallworth wants ya” One of the Gazelle’s yelled entering the room. You put down the knife you were using to cut vegetables and wiped your hands on your apron as you trudged to her office. A feeling of dread began to creep into you as you felt trouble loom. If Stallworth ignored you that meant that you were doing everything right, so this had to mean something was wrong.

“Yes ma’am,” you said entering the already open door.

“The prince requested you. Said he wanted you to take his meal orders from now on and to bring them to him. I see no reason not to comply,” Stallworth said sharply. You didn’t know if she expected you to speak or not so you remained silent.

“Well what are you waiting for?! Go tend to the Prince,” she snapped and you were gone in a minute. You had no idea where the Prince was at this time so you decided the best place to find him would be where you last saw him, his bed chambers.

Just as you arrived, the Prince was exiting his room looking healthier than ever.

“My liege, the kitchen staff informed me that I was to bring you your meals from now on,” you panted from the sprint to his room.

“Indeed,” Prince Louis confirmed which led to a prominent silence.

“So where is it?” He snapped suddenly causing your ears to shoot up in shock.

“I have to know what you want first, you have to put in the request to the kitchen staff,” you said cautiously. It seemed the Prince was even more volatile in his robust state.

“My dietary schedule has not changed in years. Stop wasting my time and go fetch it, Dog.” He said as if your species was something filthy and detestable.

“My name’s not Dog,” you said in a quiet voice as you turned to leave.

“I’ll call you whatever I like, you pathetic excuse for a maid. It will do you well to learn your place.” Louis snarled. You bowed awkwardly and left to fetch his lunch.

You felt small, oh so small. And worthless. You had never been one of those Carnivores to resent the royal family (or Herbivores in general) for placing Carnivores so lowly in society, but then again you had never came into contact with such an openly contemptuous Herbivore before. The Gazelles ostracized you for the most part and Stallworth was a real piece of work but they never left you feeling so... ashamed. Ashamed of yourself and ashamed of your species.

This was to be the future leader of the Kingdom? A Herbivore who hated Carnivores? The thought was overwhelmingly depressing. Carnivores were barely getting by in society as it was, who knew what things would be like for them once a petty, egotistical asshole like him were to take the throne.

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All those months ago when Prince Louis had threatened to make life as hard as possible for you, out of all things you would not have expected to underestimate about him, his dedication was definitely at the top of the list.

He was relentless day in and day out, running you ragged around the palace for obscenely trivial matters, while also putting the burden of his meals solely onto you. He forbade anyone else to touch even a single ingredient of his meals, making you the only one to prep the meals, cook the meals, deliver the meals, etc. even if the exact entree was being cooked in the kitchen already.

He also made sure someone (usually one of his guards) was watching you at all times in case you tried to tamper with his food. It was embarrassing and insulting to have a guard breathing down your shoulder at every possible moment and yet that was something you were simply forced to deal with.

On days he felt like you were a little to compliant and agreeable, he’d make you eat whatever was on his plate with him, even if it was against your own nutritional chart.

“I’m afraid I can’t, my liege. Canine such as myself aren’t supposed to eat [insert food],” you said bowing slightly.

“Will it kill you?” He asked bored as always.

“Well, um, no but we get incredibly sic-”

“Then stop your incessant whining and get over here, Dog! I don’t have all day and this food’s not going to poison check itself!”

Prince Louis was a vile man. You’d even say you hated him and you had never hated anyone before. Every minute you spent in his presence, you felt lower than dirt and he had to know that. Which was why he made sure you saw him more than anyone in the entire palace. He even made you stand by his side and watch him eat, even if some days you were near starving from not having enough time to feed yourself in a rush to tend to him. All this and you still had to do your regular kitchen duties to the best of your abilities and help cook for the Carnivores at night after the kitchens were cleared.

You were beginning to be run to the bone and it was taking a negative effect in your health. Your heart would pulsate at unhealthy, sporadic rates; you found it harder and harder to digest food even when you were hungry; and your eyelids and limbs constantly felt like cement. After months of running you into the ground, you began to see that realistically, as badly as you needed this job, you just couldn’t keep this up if it sent you to an early grave.

The final straw happened in the Prince’s Study. He was taking his lunch there as he usually did. You stood at his side (he would never allow you to sit down) as he languidly ate his soup. He’d sent you back twice now for corrections to the dish but after the last time taking you so long to return (as you had to force your body to take every step), he decided to just begrudgingly eat it as is.

You barely remember what happened. One moment you were willing yourself to keep standing and ward off exhaustion and the next you were on the ground, unable to move. You heard a slight shuffle and then everything went black. The last thing you remembered was trying to get your limbs to move but they refused.

When you began to regain consciousness, the events of falling slowly began to come back to you. It looked like this was the end of the line for you. If you couldn’t do your job properly, you were fired, it was as simple as that.

You sat up slowly, ready to face the music when you opened your eyes to an all too familiar setting. You were in the Prince’s chambers. Even worse, you were in the Prince’s bed. You looked around frantically and saw him sitting in a plush chair in the corner, a book in hand as he languidly turned the pages. Upon seeing your eyes staring at his, he closed the book but made no move to stand up.

“You’re awake I see. Feeling better?” The Prince asked as bored as ever. Somehow you got the feeling that this was somehow worse than being fired, much much worse.

“M-my liege, I-, what am I-, how?”

“You passed out in my study, I carried you to my chambers.” He said standing up. He moved towards you like a predator.

“You’re basically a walking corpse. I doubt you’re even registering what I’m saying right now,” He leaned over you and before you could stop him he tore your blouse open.

“Just as I suspected. Your fur quality’s deteriorating as well,” he shook his head in slight disgust. You scrambled out of the bed and tried to cover yourself with what was left from your ruined maid’s uniform.

“I’ve had quite enough of this your highness. I- I- I quit!” you said in a fit of rage which only managed to come off as quiet frustration due to your exhaustion.

Louis rounded the room and stalked towards you. He raised his arms and you thought he was going to strike you, however his hands dipped lower to your waist to throw you over his shoulder. He marched you back to his bed and gently set you down in the center.

“Request of resignation denied. Now go back to sleep, Y/N. You’re not thinking clearly.” He said while he performed a half-attempt at tucking you in. You tried to struggle against him but your flails were weak. He grabbed you by the shoulders and languidly pinned you down until you tired yourself out.

“Finished?” Louis asked. You nodded slowly and he released you.

“Good. Now get some rest, I won’t ask again,” Louis ordered and you felt your heavy lids close as you drifted back to unconsciousness.

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Louis made sure you were actually sleep before grabbing the book he wasn’t actually reading and slinking back into his armchair across from his bed. Okay it wasn’t actually supposed to be in front of his bed, it was supposed to be in his study but he had dragged it in here so he could watch you.

He told himself it was only as a form of protection, that he needed to be alert in case you woke up as an angry Carnivore. In reality, he could easily overpower you in any instance and he had just been watching you for the past few hours for his own reasons. He couldn’t help it, seeing you like this was an enigma to him.

Every time you were in his presence, your guard was up. You were painfully ignorant to the proper ways to address Royals and you knew it, so you constantly held your tongue in fear of offending him and making your situation worse. That only ever served to anger him more, how careful you were around him as if saying the smallest incorrect thing to him would hurt his feelings.

Well, he could kind of see where you got that impression. He had launched a full on personal vendetta against you and you had only been doing your job.

Okay maybe that was what started this but it certainly wasn’t what kept him going for this long. He hated to admit it but he’d hadn’t stopped this little onslaught yet because he wasn’t ready to stop seeing you. He had grown accustomed to being around you constantly, day in and day out, even if you were there slightly against your will.

The fact he found you to be the single most gorgeous creature he’d ever had laid eyes on definitely wasn’t a factor here, or at least that’s the lie he told himself.

He knew he shouldn’t think such things, he was betrothed for goodness sake. But he still couldn’t leave you alone, couldn’t let you out of his grasp just yet. He knew nothing would come of it and he was fine with that, had accepted it even. You were a Carnivore, a commoner, and he was a Prince. He was just occupying his time, nothing more.

Louis, to his own shame, had slept with numerous maids prior, of all walks of life. He was never stupid enough to sleep with a Carnivore, of course, yet he’d never really had the desire to until he met you. With you everything was different. It wasn’t just the urge to get into your pants that drove him, it was actually quite the opposite. Just being in your presence was all he craved, the thought of defiling you not even a factor here.

Whatever incessant crush he harbored on you would simply have to wear itself out but not if he wore you out first. He knew his torment of you to disguise his own feelings was childish to say the least but none of that mattered if you quit. Not that he would actually allow you to quit in the first place.

No, Louis wasn’t ready to go back to being alone just yet. He had decades of loneliness that await him during his Kingship. He would take his fleeting moments of happiness now where he could, before his time ran out.

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#okay yes I changed the title I didnt like the other one 😭😭😭#beastars #louis x reader #beastars louis #louis x you #beastars louis x reader #louis

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classysassy9791 · 3 years ago

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I have never written for Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia before, and I have never participated in such a huge collaboration. But I guess BakuDeku and a fellow amazing writer makes it easy to do.

After a night of broken computers, talk of cooking, and a Bakugou emoji, @ratretro and I have dived head-first into writing this little collaboration with no sign of stopping any time soon. The first chapter is almost done, so here's a little sneak peak of what's to come:

He watched painfully, his eyes already beginning to water, as the contestant with bright red hair dumped three cut habanero peppers into what may have been fried rice before he put his hands on it. Before being the key word.

“PleasetellmeIwon’thavetoeatthat…” Izuku Midoriya was lucky that the sounds of yelping, clattering pans, and overall panic had drowned out his muttering, because how would he explain to these people that he didn’t want to eat their food? Not a single goddamn dish. He put his hands together in what he hoped was a subtle prayer to the gods.

But Izuku had never been known for being subtle.

“You literally look like you’re going to fucking die, and you haven’t even tried their shit,” the blond beside him snorted obnoxiously, red eyes locking onto him. Izuku took a brief moment to wonder how long that mesmerizing crimson had been looking at him.

He furrowed his brows and frowned, turning his attention back to the chaos in the kitchens. “You’re not even going to eat any of it. Like a coward.” Izuku muttered the last bit under his breath, with a short roll of his eyes. He clenched his hands together, hoping he wouldn’t need a new prayer to keep him from killing his childhood friend.

“What did you say?!” The blond’s tone had a biting challenge to it.

“You heard me, Kacchan.”

“No, I don’t think I did. ‘Cause it sounded like you just called me a coward.”

A war waged between ruby red and emerald green as their gazes met, and neither were budging. As far back as Izuku could remember, it had always been like this. He couldn’t recall a time in which they actually really got along, and yet they called each other friends. He knew Katsuki Bakugou had a competitive spirit and was fiery by nature, which may have been why they were drawn to each other. While Katsuki reigned with chaos, Izuku chose a more harmonious approach to situations.

Their history and opposite personalities were probably the reason why they found themselves in this predicament in the first place.

“Oh, good. You did hear me,” Izuku replied to Katsuki’s retort, not looking to hold back punches right now with the looming horror unfolding before their eyes. “I hate having to repeat myself.”

Well, that was an outright lie. He actually didn’t mind repeating himself. Izuku loved teaching, which ended up being the whole reason he had agreed to be on this show. But this man - this stupid, muscular, hot-headed man - never failed to piss him off.

“Better watch it, Deku,” Katsuki warned, his voice low and gruff. It always sounded like he was angry even when he was just talking, so it didn’t surprise Izuku to hear the threat of violence on his tongue.

Still, a shiver ran down his spine. “Oh? Or what?” Izuku moved just an inch closer, his main focus momentarily leaving the stage. And in true Katsuki form, the blond matched the fire in his eyes.

Then, the buzzer went off, signaling the end of the challenge. The pair froze, realizing how close they actually were, and pulled their gazes from each other to the ten people on stage - all of which were watching them with interest. Too much interest, Izuku decided.

#bnha #mha #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #bakudeku #fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #sassy stays classy #my fanfiction #collaboration #wip wednesday

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mamabearcatfanfics · 4 years ago

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More Than Words sneak peak

I had hoped I’d have the whole chapter ready for the ‘Home’ prompt for @inukag-week, along with the artwork I was doing for it, but I haven’t been well this week. Still fighting a head cold that��s clinging on as viral bronchitis. Bleargh! But not to worry! I did finish enough of the chapter to sort of go with the Home prompt. Enjoy!

Inuyasha looked with a puzzled expression at Kagome’s washing machine. It was a lot more complex than the one he’d used previously at the laundromat – those just required coins and a push of a button to begin washing.

She’d shown him this last week, the first time he’d done his laundry at her place, and he’d forgotten. Start was easy, because he recognised the icon for pause/play, but there were all these other buttons. He poked at one hesitantly, and grimaced when it made a blooping noise. “Kagome?”

“What is it Inu?” she called back from the kitchen, raising her voice over the sizzling sound of cooking. She’d been busy making breakfast when he arrived, and he’d decided to get his laundry out of the way quickly so he could go watch her, which was always entertaining. She obviously loved to cook, and she’d hum songs under her breath, swaying as she stirred whatever was on the stove.

“Kagome”, he called, “how… uh… feh”, he grunted, putting down the washing detergent and just going to the kitchen himself. She was busy flipping pancakes, all her attention on the frypan. He couldn’t help but grin at the way she was dancing on the spot, that cute rounded peach of hers just out of sight in her shortie pyjamas, swaying in time with whatever she was singing. He would have to arrive early on a Sunday morning more often, if it meant he caught her wearing things like this. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Is everything okay?” she giggled, rubbing her cheek against his affectionately. “Do you need to borrow some of my detergent? I have plenty.”

“No, I buy detergent. Button?” he asked, hoping she would understand.

“Oh, sure.” Kagome lifted the pancake pan away from the heat and switched off the gas so the batter wouldn’t burn while she helped him with his predicament. He followed close behind her as she walked to the desk in her bedroom first, grabbing a pen and a post-it-note from the drawer, then out onto the balcony where the tiny laundry room was. He watched as she drew pictures of the buttons and then numbered them in kanji, so he would know what order to press them.

“Very good”, he praised, rubbing her shoulder.

She grinned at him. “Thank you. I only know up to five off by heart; I have to look at the others.

“Sorry I forgot”, he said, gesturing towards the buttons on the washing machine.

“No worries, it’s fine”, she smiled. “If we were in Tokyo and I was looking at a Japanese washing machine, I’m sure I’d need to ask for help too. Was yours back home a lot different from this one?”

He shook his head. “No machine.”

“Oh, did you use the laundromat there too?”

“Sometimes. Not many.” He sighed, and looked at her, his mouth straightened in an expression of frustration. He shrugged.

“Hey, it’s okay, we’ll get there.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tight. “How about you do your washing and I’ll finish making brunch, and then we’ll go for a walk. You can teach me some more Japanese words.”

He hugged her back, dropping a small kiss to the top of her head, then released her with a smile. “Okay.”

When he’d finished loading the washing machine and set it to a warm wash cycle, the sound of running water indicating his success, he walked back into the kitchen to see Kagome flipping the last pancake.

“It’s such a nice morning! Should we sit out on the balcony to eat?” He nodded, grabbing the plates, cups, knifes and forks she’d set out already, along with the thermos of black coffee he’d brought with him, and took them out to the tiny table on Kagome’s balcony. He poured himself a cup of coffee, then sat down to wait for her.

There wasn’t a great view from her balcony, mostly other apartment blocks and a busy side street, but if you stood on a chair and leaned way out you could see the big clock tower at Central station. He grinned, remembering Kagome’s shrieks of dismay when he’d done that.

Her place was nice. A bedroom with a walk in closet, bathroom, a lounge room off the balcony, and a kitchen with a little eating area. He sat sipping his coffee, watching the traffic and listening to the more muted sounds of a Sunday in the city.

Buyo wound his way around Inuyasha’s legs, purring loudly. “Hullo Buyo”, he said, reaching down to scratch the calico behind his furry ears. As soon as he sat back up, Buyo jumped up on to his lap. “Hey fat cat.”

Kagome laughed as she walked through the open glass sliding door, carrying the stack of pancakes and the maple syrup. “What did you just call my cat?”

He grinned at her, lifting Buyo up under his front legs to reveal the cream coloured fur on his rounded stomach. Buyo purred even louder. “Shippou is a little shit. Buyo is a fat cat. Better.”

Kagome sniggered, sitting down at the table. “Better? Because he’s a healthier weight or because he doesn’t bite you.”

“Both.”

He poured Kagome’s coffee, then watched hungrily as she moved a stack of pancakes onto his plate. He poured a steady stream of syrup over his pancakes and dug in eagerly.

“Mmm, s’good Kagome!”

“Yokatta – wait, is that right?” She sighed, sitting down to begin her own breakfast. “So many different ways to say ‘you’re welcome’ in Japanese.” She giggled as he gave her an emphatic thumbs up, his mouth too full to answer with words. He swallowed.

“Is correct. Yokatta means”, he scrunched up one eye, while thinking for the English words he wanted, “you are happy for me to like it.”

“Did you eat pancakes for breakfast in Japan, or is that not a thing there?” asked Kagome, still smiling at him.

A sudden memory of the sparse breakfasts of his childhood came to mind. And afterwards, he was usually too hung over or injured from his fights the night before to eat. He shook the memories away, not wanting to spoil the happy sunny atmosphere at the table. Kagome put down her knife and fork, a worried expression on her face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”

Inuyasha sighed, not noticing how hard his fists gripped his own knife and fork. “Kagome… I want to forget Japan. I want to be here. I want to live here. A new home, not…” he stopped as she reached out to touch his hand, stroking her fingers gently over his knuckles until his tight grip relaxed.

“Was it really bad, the life you left behind in Japan?”

“Yes.”

“Okay”, she smiled. “I’ll stop asking questions. I understand wanting to leave the past behind and try something new to get away from painful memories. It’s one of the reasons I moved to this city too.” He put down his fork to squeeze her fingers gently.

“Thank you Kagome.”

They resumed their breakfast, Kagome looking thoughtfully out past the buildings surrounding them, into the intense blue sky and bright sunshine. Then she smiled at him, a full beaming grin that crinkled up her eyes, and his heart thudded. She was so beautiful when she smiled at him like that. Not just her appearance, but the pure emotion behind the smile, aimed right at him.

“I’ve got an idea!” she squealed excitedly. “We’ll finish tidying up and hang your washing on the drying rack, and then I’m going to take you to a fun place. I’m gonna help you make some amazing memories Inuyasha!”

He leaned across the table, his hands leaning either side of her plate, and kissed her, joyful teasing kisses. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t have the words to tell her how happy she made him, but he knew this would get the idea across. She giggled as he licked at a stray spot of syrup on the corner of her mouth. The pedestal table rocked a little with his uneven weight, and Kagome squealed, her hands moving to the edges to hold it steady. He sat down again, laughing at her.

“Behave!”

“Why?” he said, laughing again at the sudden blush turning her cheeks rosy.

She made a grumbling noise, then sat sipping her coffee, looking out at the sunlight bouncing off the windows of the other high rise apartments surrounding them. He grinned as he finished his own pancake. They would make today a good day, together.

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Chapter Seventeen + Eighteen

Okay, this is a nice filler chapter with Domestic Nessian because it will make me happy to write :)

The Selection AU

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Chapter Seventeen:

Nesta wiped the sweat off her brow as Feyre and her finished carrying one of the bed frames up the stairs. Feyre leaned over her hands on her knees as she caught her breath. “I haven’t done this much labor since the last move,” Feyre huffs.

“So, never?” Nesta replies as she shakes her head and grabs the bed frame again. “Okay, let’s take this to your room.”

Feyre sighs in content, “My own room, we’re really climbing up in the world, Nes,” she chuckles as she grabs the bed frame and they begin moving again. “Soon we’re going to have to move ourselves into a palace, now that is going to be a sight. Can you imagine me tracking my muddy boots through the palace?”

Nesta rolls her eyes as they drop the bed frame in her spacious room. The house was smaller than the one they had when they were fours but it was almost too big for them now. Nesta didn’t know how they would fill all of the rooms. She had gotten so used to sleeping next to her sisters, she felt like it would be cold and lonely by herself.

“Where do you want this?” Cassian calls pulling her from her thoughts as he walks past the door with Mor. It was their father’s desk, Nesta remembered the late nights she would find him huddle over books and scraps of papers.

Feyre pops up next to her, “Put that in the room across from Elain’s, I think we’re turning that into a library,” she pipes up, Nesta turns to look at her in surprise. “What? It’s about time you have a place to put all of your books. I am tired of finding them littered all over the place.”

“To the library it goes,” Cassian exclaims, giving Nesta a wink. She rolls her eyes in response, she definitely wasn’t at the point of ignoring him anymore but she wasn’t sure where she stood with him. She didn’t even know where to begin when she thought about him, they could both be killed or imprisoned if she ever voiced the thoughts she had of him.

Mor let out a chuckle from the other room and it crashed the little bubble Nesta had placed him in, it was just a reminder that he wasn’t Nestas. Throughout her time here Nesta wanted to hate her for how she joked with feyre, chatted with Elain, and made Cassian laugh so loud it filled the house. Nesta hated how tolerable she was, how Cassian deserved someone that would actually admit they had feelings, who could admit out loud how they felt.

“You okay?” Feyre asks, peering over her shoulder at Nesta as she pushes the bed frame against the wall, right by the window that looks over the forest that borders their house.

Nesta gave her sister a tight smile, she couldn’t let anyone know these thoughts, these were her own to bear. She couldn’t hurt anyone else, not now that everything was finally coming together. “Just thinking about how we will have to head into town to get you some new art supplies, this window gives beautiful light to paint.”

Feyre beams, making Nesta return the smile as her sister talks about everything her sister wants to paint from a portrait of them to the castle gardens to their little shack in caste seven. Despite the pain and misery they felt they would always have each other, they were survivors.

The girls work hard to finish up the bedrooms before nightfall, Nesta moving through the rooms to make sure everything is in the best spot, she needed them to be happy before she could even begin to think about her room. It would be weird to sleep so far apart, they had always slept in the same bed since moving to caste seven.

She peeks through the rooms as she moves down the hall, everyone must have made their way downstairs. She stops at the end of the hallway, where the master bedroom sat, she wanted it to be a guest room or a studio but both Feyre and Elain refused. She opens the door, her mouth dropping when she sees the bedroom set up, Feyre and Elain both curled up on the bed, their heads close together.

Nesta smiles at the scene, making her way over towards the bed and sitting down on the edge. Elain eyes blink open and she smiles at Nesta. “It doesn’t feel real,” she mumbles half asleep. Feyre stirs but doesn’t wake. “Not since you went away, I feel like I am going to wake up and it will all be gone.”

Nesta lays down next to her sister, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. “I know,” Nesta replies, a ghost of a smile on her lips, her world was finally looking up. She looks at her sister's faces in the moonlight peaking through the curtains. They hadn’t been in the home for long but she could see the peace on their features. She realized that she didn’t need to cause any agony by saying anything, all she needed was them.

She listens to them breath while staring up at the ceiling before letting go of Elain’s hand and moving downstairs. The kitchen light is one and she hears someone moving around, peaking in she sees Cassian by himself with a bunch of pans surrounding him.

She leans against the doorway, watching him intently, as he moves around the kitchen without seeing her. He moves to grab something off the stove, swearing under his breath as he grabs the hot plate with his bare hand. “Need any help?” she asks, pushing herself away from the doorway and steps through.

He turns in surprise laughing when he sees her looking at the mess surrounding him. “I was trying to make you guys a welcome chocolate cake, I remember Feyre mentioning to Rhys that it was her favorite,” he replies, running a hand through his hair leaving a trail of brown flour through his hair.

She chuckles lifting a hand to dust it out of his hair before she realizes what she's doing, she smiles sheepishly dropping her hand and turning towards the counter. “Are you following a recipe?” she asks, looking around for a piece of paper.

He takes a minute to answer and she wonders if he was stunned by her actions as well. “Uh, well-, here’s the thing,” he replies, looking around at the mess. “My adopted mom used to make this amazing double chocolate cake growing up, I used to watch her. I thought I could remember.”

She moves to the pantry where a few of her mother’s recipes were placed in a box on the shelf, she moves through them looking for the card she wanted. “Here,” she says, handing it to him. “Probably not as good as a double chocolate cake, but it’ll do the job.”

He smiles in thanks, reading over the card before beginning to gather the ingredients from where they littered all over the place. She can’t help but think about his parents as she gathers some dishes to clean, he had never mentioned them to her, which wasn’t completely odd. They didn’t know each other that well, but she did find it curious how he was adopted. That was rare in the caste systems, most kids were placed as eights and had to fend for themselves.

She was curious, she wanted to ask more but she bit her lip, finishing up the dishes and turning to see him putting the cake batter into the oven. “Round two was a success?” she asks.

He laughs, “It was more like round five, but I’ll let you decide once it's cooked if it was a success.” he replies, looking around the now clean kitchen. “Are you heading to bed?” She doesn’t even respond before he’s moving across the kitchen and rummaging through his bag.

She leans against the counter, watching him look through his bag before pulling out two packages. He turns to her looking down before extending the packages towards her. She takes them from his outstretched hand, eyeing him slightly before ripping the parchment on the first one.

“Their house warming gifts,” he announces as she pulls off the paper and flips it over to see a picture of her at the palace. She was cuddled up in the back corner but all the other girls were out of focus, it was just her in the back looking out at the moonlight with a book on her lap.

“Did you take this?” she asks, peering up at him, his embarrassment answering her question. “I didn’t know you enjoyed photography, you’re really good.” She rubs the glass, that was the second night at the palace, before they even were introduced to the prince. This was before she even had a conversation with Cassian.

“Rhysand asked me to sneak in and see how you all act, a professional photo that you all submitted was one thing but he wanted to see some candid shots,” Cassian replies before looking up at her and running a hand through his hair. “You were the only one not all over me to know anything about the prince.”

She chuckles, smiling down at the photo before looking back up at him. “Is that why I got such a warm welcome from you when we first ran into each other?” she asks.

“I think you actually physically ran into me on our first encounter,” Cassian retorts back to his own normal chipper. “I’ve been taking some of your family throughout the week. I can get them printed if you’d like.”

“I would like,” she replies realizing how oblivious she had been, she hadn’t even seen him holding a camera this whole time let alone snapping photos of her and her sisters. He nods his head towards the other gift and she begins to open it.

It was an old book, the binding was falling apart and the ink was fading, she couldn’t even read the title. “It’s a copy of the original princesses diary,” Cassian says as she looks up at him curiously. “She was the one who instilled the first schools, built and managed the palace library, and traveled the world collecting the books that fill it.”

“Really, I didn’t know any of that,” she replies, flipping through the pages as if she could just absorb the memories.

“History books and magazines mostly pride her on her fashion sense but I thought you’d enjoy her story,” Cassian says, his voice soft. She had never seen him this soft before, so open and relaxed, it was always stern and forced while at the palace.

“Thank you,” she says, looking down at the gifts before looking at him again. “For the gifts and for staying and helping.”

He was right in front of her, the kitchen only lit by a few candles, the smell of cake cooking in the oven. She felt like she was a kid again, back with her mom reading in the kitchen while her mother baked goods for the lower castes. She could see the look on his face too, he was safe, she couldn’t help but feel glad that him being with her made him feel this way.

“Nes?”

She turns abruptly away from Cassian, she is lost in her thoughts again, imaging something between them that did not exist. She turned to see Feyre in the entryway, rubbing sleep from her eyes. “What’s that smell?”

Nesta laughs, “Of course the smell of cake would wake you,”she retorts as the timer goes off and Cassian moves to take it out. Nesta couldn’t help but want to stay like this forever. She was truly and utterly happy.

~*~

“You ready?” Cassian asks, and Nesta notices a new air to his voice, there was something different between since last night when he gave her the gifts and everyone woke up to enjoy the cake. They had sat in the living room way past dawn. Mor fell asleep in the rocking chair and Feyre, who practically scarfed down half the cake, complained of a stomach ache until Elain helped her to bed.

Nesta and Cassian had sat side by side on the small sofa, their shoulders brushing whenever they flipped a page of their respected books, hers the diary and his one of her father’s old business textbooks. Their knees would brush whenever he switched which legs were crossed and she would have to reread the page again wondering if he had felt it too.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she replies as Cassian takes the bag from her and moves to put it into the car. It didn’t mean much as she turns back to see her sister’s on the porch, she moved to them quickly to embrace them, she wasn’t ready to leave them. “I am going to miss you both.”

Feyre chuckles, as she pulls away from the hug first, straightening her shirt. “Please, once you’re back in the palace library or eating your bodyweight in pastries you’ll forget all about us,” Feyre retorts.

“And the prince wrote to Feyre, he doesn’t know when we can visit but he wants all the families to come after the ball. We will see you soon,” Elain adds. Nesta raises an eyebrow and turns to Feyre who’s cheeks had turned a light pink, she wouldn’t meet her sister's gaze. Better her than me, Nesta couldn’t help but think.

“You could see me sooner if I didn’t go back,” Nesta says, if they agreed she would, she’d turn around and send them off without her. Send an apology letter to the prince and spend the rest of her life here with them.

Feyre shakes her head, “Not possible. I am still rooting for you to win,” Feyre exclaims. “I would look great in a tiara.”

“Who said anything about you wearing a crown?” Nesta asks, crossing her arms and peering down at her sister. She meant to tell them when she was home that there wasn’t a possibility of her winning but with moving she didn’t find a moment alone with them to share, she doubted the prince would allow her to anyways. Feyre might be wearing a crown soon if her red cheeks had anything to do with what was in the letter.

“Obviously being the sister of the Queen would make me a princess,” Feyre replies with an innocent shrug. Elain rolls her eyes at her sister, Feyre had a mind of her own and nothing they say would go against it.

“Speaking of not knowing anything about monarchies-,” Nesta begins earning a grunt from Feyre. “I have a tutor coming once a week, to help boost your studies now that we are three.”

Feyre groans and yells after her as Nesta moves down to the car. “I hope you know I am eighteen now! Do I really need a tutor?”

Cassian props the door open for her and she moves down the sidewalk. “I like them,” he says as he follows her into the car. She smiles out the window where they were waving wildly. “I like them too,” she murmurs.

~*~

“What do you want, Nesta?” Cassian asks, his voice just below a whisper as he turns to face her, she knew he was only that close because Mor was asleep in the seat across from them but she couldn’t help but take every inch of him in. She didn’t know when she would see him with such detail once they stepped foot back into the palace.

She can’t help but roll her eyes when she thinks of the question: What did she want? She wanted a lot of things. She wanted to take a hot bath with lots of bubbles after the trequious journey back to the palace, she wanted the next diary, she wanted a hot meal, and of course, she wanted him. Unfortunately, she couldn't have that last one.

“That’s a very loaded question,” she replies, she wanted to be able to reach out and push the strain of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes that she wanted to stare into for the rest of her life. “I want to house the homeless, I want to end hunger-,”

He chuckles, but to stay quiet it's breathy and she had never heard anything like it before. She wanted to bottle it up and save it for a rainy day when she was back home. Her sisters married and she was alone with her books so she could remember that he was real. “Don’t patronize me, sweetheart,” he replies. She wanted him to call her that, for the rest of their long lives. “What fuels Nesta Archeron, what’s her deepest desire.”

“Do I get to know yours, sweetheart?” she asks, her eyes piercing straight into his dark ones, which had an emotion she couldn’t pinpoint. He gives her a small smile and then nods. “Okay, what I want to do, what I truly want to do-,”

“Stop stalling, darling,” he says. “This plane is going to land any minute.”

She bites her lip before she continues, “I want to teach, I want to take my books to the lower castes and I want to give them a chance.” She doesn’t know why she feels embarrassed to tell him, she hadn’t even said it aloud to anymore before, she didn’t have the means, the books, or the funds before.

He chuckles and she narrows her eyes. “I am not laughing at you, I promise,” he replies, shaking his head an expression of fondness embracing his features as his eyes meet hers again. “You surprise me, Nes. I am glad I met you.”

He’s close to her now, but she knows he’s not going to kiss her this time, but she wants him too.

A sound chimes and the pilot announces that they would be landing soon, Cassian pulls away reaching across the aisle to nudge Mor awake. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he says, leaning back in his seat as she smacks his hand away. He turns to Nesta with a mischievous grin, “I am not sure if you know but Mor, Rhy, and I all grew up in the castle together. Rhys and I used to pull the worse pranks on her to wake her up.”

Mor shakes her head from across the aisle, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and patting down her hair, she still looks effortlessly beautiful despite being asleep in an upright chair. “Traumatizing, I have slept the same, always on edge,” she retorts. They continue to joke, Nesta quickly feeling out of place as the plane lands and the security guard come on to help the exit through the crowds.

She’s quiet as they maneuver through the crowd, saying hello and taking pictures with a few girls, the crowd thickens and she feels a firm hand placed on her back. She turns to see Cassian grinning at her, “Wouldn’t wanna lose you in this crowd,” he says over the cheering. She nods turning back towards their destination.

The car was quiet, all three of them squished in the back, she wondered if the King had sent such a small car because he didn’t want her to come back. Mor sat in the middle, telling tales of them as children, but Nesta hardly listened. When they were alone she was sure that Cassian was hers but in reality neither of them were available from the outside point of view, especially her.

“You’ve been quiet, you feeling alright?” Mor asks as they step out of the car and Cassian moves to help the guards unload the bags.

Nesta smiles in thanks, “Of course, just tired,” she replies, “You share a lot about your childhood, did you not stay local for your later years? Did you travel?”

Mor lets out a breath, “Let's just say the King and my father didn’t approve of who I chose to spend my nights with,” she says with a wink. “They sent me to a school across the sea.” Nesta eyes widened, of course she knew, she had wondered about Elain who barely acknowledged any boy who came her way but she had never heard of someone being sent away.

Mor looks back and sees Nesta’s expression. “I hope I didn’t offend you,” Mor replies but doesn’t seem like she would have actually cared if she did.

“Of course not, I am shocked by how they responded not by you,” Nesta replies with an ease. Mor sends her a smile and Nesta is glad, the last thing she wanted for Mor to not feel comfortable around her. Nesta couldn’t help but celebrate selfishly, so Cassian wasn’t with her.

“You two standing there all day? We have a feast to attend!” Cassian exclaims from where he was hauling a few bags and trunks up the stairs. Mor laughs after him before turning towards Nesta. “Since I was honest with you, I hope you can be honest with me,” she begins and Nesta nods a wave of anxiety pulsing through her. “I’ve known Cassian for years, there’s only been one girl in his life and he was hurt by the end. I saw you two in your kitchen before we all came down and I heard bits and pieces of your conversation on the way here.”

Nesta’s face burned, she didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about, she hadn’t said anything that would get either of them in trouble. “I am not going to say anything, Cassian is a brother to me, I want him to be happy. He seems happy with you but you’re apart of-,”

“The Selection, I know,” Nesta finishes and turns away from Mor. That explains the embarrassment, she didn’t want Mor to think that she was leading him on, but could she trust her enough to tell her what was really happening. “I wouldn’t lead him on if I knew there was no way I could be with him.”

Mor purses her lips but she seems happy enough with Nesta’s answer. “Okay, that settles that then,”

she replies putting an arm through Nesta and leading them towards the stairs. “I think we’re going to be great friends.”

Nesta rolls her eyes and wonders how she ever thought she could hate this girl over a guy.

She moves down the hall towards her room, wanting to fall into the soft bed and never wake up. “Hey!” she turns to see Cassian jogging down the hall towards her. “Where are you headed? The feast is that way.” He points behind him.

“But my soft bed and warm bath is that way,” replies pointing towards her door.

He catches up to her and they fall into a nice silence. “So,” she pipes up as they step in front of her door. She thinks about that night he walked her back from the library and awkwardl it had been, that was only a week prior, time was moving so quick.

“So?” he questions stepping in front of her like he did that night.

She crosses her arms, “You never told me your deepest darkness fuel-worthy desire,” she retorts. “I told you mine, so you get to tell me yours.”

He smiles down at her mischievously, “I guess it’s only fair,” he returns, glancing up and down the hallway to make sure no one was nearby. “You can’t laugh and you can’t tell another soul.”

“Laugh? Like you did to mine?” she retorts with an eye roll but nods nevertheless. “I promise.”

He steps forward, his face dropping low so his mouth is right by her ear, she wanted to pull away but she couldn’t. “My fuel worthy desire-,” he says, pausing, making her heartbeat with anticipation. She was ready to shove him if he said anything stupid but the word that falls from his lips stuns her. “You.”

Her breath catches, as he pulls away enough to look her in the eyes, she blinks up at him. “Did I scare you?” he asks, worry laced through his tone. He moves to pull farther away but her hand reaches up to catch his coat. She shakes her head, swallowing the lump in her throat, as she pulls him closer towards her. He doesn’t take long to meet her halfway, neither of them caring in that moment who sees them.

“You just keep surprising me, Nes,” he murmurs, pulling away slightly, pressing his forehead into hers.

“Good surprises I hope,” she replies, fighting the urge to pull away, she had never been this vulnerable in front of anyone before. He chuckles, shaking his head, as he reassures, “The best.”

Chapter Eighteen:

Cassian sprung awake to the sound of pounding on his door, he groaned, pulling away the covers and slipping on a shirt as he moved towards the door. It was probably Amren, welcoming him home with a pile of work. He opens the door reading to start the morning off with a quick wit comment but it falls short from his lips when he sees the King standing there.

The King takes in Cassian’s appearance practically pulling him apart with his eyes. “You weren’t at the feast last night,” the King replies, stepping through the door and looking around Cassian’s room, before turning to face him once more. “You missed the announcement of guests staying with us before the ball, I would think the Captain of the Guard would want that information.”

“I was catching up on the work I missed while away, my apologies,” Cassian begins, looking around to make sure there was nothing incriminating, even if there wasn’t the King would find some way to scold him about anything. “My second in command, Amren, was there. I trust her to have the list ready for me to go over.”

The King hums but doesn’t move. He was here for another purpose. Cassian wishes he would just outright say it without making Cassian guess. “I can go speak to her first if you would like,” Cassian retorts, hoping that would satisfy the King enough that he would leave.

“Are you sure there isn’t another stop you would like to make?” The King asks his eyes narrowing to watch Cassian’s expression which lucky for Cassian was simply pure confusion. He racked his brain for anything that happened before he left, he hadn’t made the list yet, perhaps the King was waiting for the names.

“I am not sure-,” but before Cassian can finish the sentence the King extends a magazine towards him. He grabs it looking at the cover. It was when they were arriving home, Cassian stood behind Nesta while Mor was taking a picture with a young girl. Cassian’s eyes narrow. “What am I supposed to take from this?”

The King lets out a breath of frustration, pointing to where Cassian’s hand was placed firmly on Nesta’s lower back. That’s when the headline caught his eye, “The Selection Affair?”

Cassian can’t help but worry, had anyone seen them last night? He had been foolish to kiss her out in the open where anyone could report back to the King. “There was poor security at the airport, I didn’t want to lose her,” Cassian replies with a shrug that he hopes didn’t come across too relaxed. “Rhysand is one of my best friends, even you can see that, I wouldn’t ruin this experience for him. If you don’t believe me, even you know I value living more than I do a girl.”

The King chuckles and it irks Cassian. “I don’t believe you, but I have no proof not too. Just know, if you do find yourself in a relationship with one of the selected, you won’t be dying,” The King replies and as he steps out the door, he turns back towards Cassian and with a crooked smile says, “You’re a prisoner to me, Cassian, and I found that killing your girlfriends fuels you. Don’t test me.”

Without another word the King strolled down the hall as if not just dropping a bomb onto Cassian. He knew the coincidence for beginning a relationship with a selected member, but when he was near her, all he could think about was her. He always thought subconsciously that Rhysand would protect him but not even Rhysand could help him when he didn’t even know the extent the King had on Cassian’s life.

He shut the door, turning back towards the dark room, he wouldn’t be able to go near her ever again. He slammed his fist against the wall next to him, blood dripping down his knuckles as he did it again. He couldn’t even tell her why he had to stop.

It would be easy enough, he told himself as he made his way to his office where he would have to do the work he left behind. He would be so busy with the ball that he would make every excuse in the book not to be near the selected. He let his mind trail to after the ball when the girls who start dropping in numbers to the point where he would have to talk to her or if she was picked, if she became Queen he-

He stopped his escalating thoughts, he knew she wasn’t the type of girl that would play them both. She wouldn’t have kissed him if she still wanted Rhysand. He couldn’t let himself think of her like that even if it would pull him away from the thoughts of her. How she felt in his arms, how she tasted, how-

“Welcome back, did you have a nice vacation?” He turns to see Amren moving down the hallway with a stack of folders. “New recruits, you still know how to do your job, right? Didn’t lose your touch on your week and a half vacation?”

He rolls his eyes as she drops the stack in his hands. “It was a blast, I even got a tan line from sunning myself,” he retorts, unlocking his office and shoving the door open.

“I hope you are nice and recovered, because I did absolutely nothing while you were gone. Have fun with your massive workload,” she taunts.

He chuckles as he drops the files on the desk. “Don’t be jealous, Amren. One day you’ll feel joy again, I believe it,” he responds, his eye catching on a note that was tucked under his door, it was caught under a cabinet.

“I prefer to do my job then run off with a selected,” Amren responds leaning against the door frame and reaching into her pocket to pull out a parchment. “I also have the list of the prestigious guests that will be staying at the palace leading up to the prince’s birthday ball. I have a star next to the ones already here.”

Cassian moves around his desk and grabs the list groaning at the first name. “Did you really think he wouldn’t be here? He’s the prince's cousin,” Amren pipes up knowing exactly what name he was groaning about.

Cassian shakes his head, scanning the rest of the names, before looking back at Amren. “I was hoping that he would at least go home, why does he need to stay at the palace the whole time?” he asks. Amren purses her lips as if hiding something. “What do you know?”

“It’s all gossip, I wouldn’t think too much into it, especially when it comes to Tamlin but apparently some guards saw him with one of the selected while you were gone,” Amren responds with a shrug. “They were seen embracing last night, I am not sure who the girl is, but it’s Tamlin so who knows if there’s any honesty, however-,”

“Tamlin would also do something like this and not care about the repercussions, the King can’t kill his nephew,” Cassian finishes for her. He hated Tamlin for putting Rhysand in such an uncomfortable position, but wasn’t he doing the same last night? Embracing one of the selected? It didn’t matter, he would never be able to talk with Nesta again. “Do we know who the girl was?”

Amren shrugs half-heartedly, “No proof, we know it’s not Nesta, and they were seen in the south wing so that most likely scratches every girl that’s in the north wing,” Amren retorts and before Cassian can even ask her to make him a list of the girls and their rooms she pulls out another piece of parchment. “Honestly, I should have your job.”

“Trust me, Ams,” Cassian says looking over the list, “You do not want me as your second in command but I will see about getting you a raise.”

Amren rolls her eyes, both of them knowing that the King would never think of giving her a raise or even prompting her, he barely wanted her in the spot she was in. “How about fixing the hot water instead, I am tired of taking cold showers,” Amren replies.

“Consider it done,” Cassian says, giving her a smile as she moves down the hall lifting a hand in goodbye. Cassian pulls the door shut, grabbing the envelope, and ripping open the seal. Someone must have slipped it under the door before he left in a hurry to be with Nesta and her family.

Whoever wrote it was in a hurry as he took in the rushed writing, the ink smeared together blurring some of the words. “I know you're looking for the spy, your suspicions are correct, we do have a mole hidden in the selection. I’ll let you figure that one out, Cas. I will let you know that we have something big prepared to celebrate the prince’s birthday. ~T”

Cassian wants to crush the paper in his fist but he needed it as proof for when he ruined Tomas Mandray’s life. Threatening Cassian like this, purposefully taunting him, this was all a game to him. What did a well established man have to do with a rebellion besides being bored?

“Captain,” a small voice says from the doorway, a young maid barely sixteen stood staring up at him with frightened eyes. “The King wanted me to give you a message.”

Cassian slips the piece of paper under a stack of books, not ready to show anyone else the contents especially a young maid scared of the King. “Very well, let’s see it,” Cassian says, trying to soften as best he can not to scare her anymore.

“He wants me to tell you that he wants extra guards during the week, while everyone gets ready for the ball, especially on the selection,” the maid squeaks out barely looking at him.

Cassian’s eyebrows furrow, of course Cassian would set up extra guards so the King had sent her for another reason. “He wants the ladies to be extra protected, particularly, Nesta Archeron,” the maid responds flinching at the name. Cassian wonders what the King had told her about Cassian, why she was so scared. “He has requested you be Nesta’s guard, he sees potential in her and wants his best guard to protect her.”

He swallows the anger, “Very well, if the King comes to you again let him know that I received his message and will implement it by tonight,” he says, falling back into his chair, the girl stayed there staring at the ground.

“He wanted me to make sure you had everything you needed,” the girl responds. “Is there anything I can get you?”

Cassian rolls his eyes at the twisted gesture in this cruel game. He noticed how she looked like Nesta with the dirty blonde hair and light eyes and wondered if the King had chosen her because of those reasons based on her fear and the King’s reputation he had his conclusion. “No, thank you,” Cassian replies seeing the relief flood through her. “Thank you for giving me the message, you are free to go.”

She hurries down the hall without another word.

~*~

The guests that had already arrived as well as the selected girls were at dinner. Nesta had smiled at him as soon as he walked in but he turned away from her, his eyes hard and unfazed as he turned to say something to Rhysand.

He didn’t miss how her shoulders fell.

He stood behind her through dinner, catching the King’s gaze many times, who was more entertained by the scenario that he had put Cassian in than the Prince of Spain's conversation. He didn’t look at her too long, only keeping her in the corner of his eye, enough to make sure she was ok without letting himself get lost in the thoughts of his hand in her hair or fading into her eyes.

Those eyes that the gentleman sitting next to her complimented often.

Cassian’s teeth clench as he heard the drunken words slip from the gentleman’s mouth, his feet urging him to step forward as he saw Nesta move her seat farther away from him and his wavering hands but as soon as he was going to risk it he glanced up at the King once more, seeing his lips curl up in a cruel smile at Nesta and the handsy ambassador.

Fury filled him as he realized that the King was setting him up. He was waiting for any physical proof to send Nesta to her death.

The dinner moved slowly as Cassian fought every muscle in his body as he watched ambassador Handsey talking loudly to Nesta about her appearance, he was glad when Rita came over to chat with Nesta pulling her away from him. He watched the ambassador give up on intruding in their conversation and move on to another group, Cassian doesn’t miss the disappointment on the King’s face.

The crowd begins to disperse as soon as the Queen takes her exit, Cassian wavering as Nesta continues chatting with Rita and laughing. Even the King takes his leave, his eyes burning into Cassian’s before he disappears into the hall. Nesta says her goodbye, before turning and leaving, Cassian follows behind her not wanting Nesta to know that he was assigned to her.

It would be easier on the both of them if they didn’t have to talk. Nesta circles back, moving away from her room and towards the south wing. Cassian brow furrows as he watches Nesta move down the hall, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one is following her. If she was the mole they gave her no training whatsoever.

She stops short, moving into the shadows, but Cassian can see her clearly looking down the hall. He wonders what made her hide but Tamlin and Rita appear down the hall moving towards her door. They’re whispering to one another but it doesn’t look like a lovers quarrel. Rita seems angry and Tamlin, as always, is taking it like a joke.

“I am not giving you anymore information, your going against the plans, this isn’t the Tamlin show. You can’t use us to get back at your cousin or his friends,” Rita snarls before opening the door and slamming it shut behind her.

Tamlin lets out a string of curse words, moving to knock on the door but deciding against it and moving to the hall out of sight. Once the hallway is clear, Nesta moves from her hiding spot, back down the hall towards where Cassian was.

She would see him whether he wanted her too or not, so he stepped out into the light, causing her to jump back in surprise. “Cassian? What are you doing here?” her tone was not as welcoming as he wanted it to be. Realization hit her and she crossed her arms, “Did you follow me here?”

“Yes, but only because it was King’s orders. I am assigned to guard you,” Cassian explains, deciding not to go into anything else the King commanded him to do. He couldn’t believe that Tamlin was the T in the letter, it had to be him. “Why did you follow Rita?”

Nesta rolls her eyes, “I don’t need to tell you anything,” and her voice is hostile, he knew she was building a wall between them and it hurt, but he knew in the long run it would protect her better than he could. “Rita was weird tonight, I wanted to make sure she was okay.”

Cassian felt guilty for thinking she was the mole, he wasn’t even following her that well and she barely noticed. All she cared about was making sure her friend was okay. “Are you walking me back?” Nesta asks, he couldn’t quite grasp the tone. He stays silent. “I don’t know why you’re acting weird but after overhearing that conversation I don’t really want to walk back alone, you can even do you ten steps behind me.”

He couldn’t say no. Nesta wasn’t the kind of girl to ask such questions so he gives her a curt nod watching as she moves down the hallway before walking behind her.

#dont worry them being happy wont last forever #nessian #acotar #cassian #nesta archeron #nessian fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #sjmaas #rhysand #feyre archeron #the selection au

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imagine-loki · 4 years ago

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The Naughty Poltergeist

TITLE :The Naughty Poltergeist

CHAPTER: #1 of ?

AUTHOR'S: lokilover9 & velvetzybanshee

RATING: M

NOTES: This one shot is based on Loki having paid penance for ruining Thor's coronation. He never fell from the bifrost, nor attacked earth and is now free. Not to discount his true history, we just thought he deserved some happy. As for Felipe, he's based on the Spanish character Agador Spartacus, from the movie The Birdcage and speaks in broken english.

EXTRAS: Madre = mother niña = girlfriend panocha = pussy

Original Imagine

Imagine thinking your new house is haunted. No one knows Loki lives there because he's always invisible and conjures furniture as needed. Disgruntled by your presence, he behaves like a poltergeist until one day you've had enough."I'm not leaving! Show yourself dammit!" Nothing happens for days and you think he's gone. Then while giving friends a tour, you find him naked on your bed drinking whiskey. "Cheers, darling. You did say show myself." Only you can see him and he follows you around like that for the remainder of their visit.

Loki was content residing on Midgard. With Thor King of Asgard remaining heavily influenced by Odin, he felt displaced as ever and decided to travel abroad. It was aloud providing he didn't hide from Heimdall and returned were the realm threatened, but that didn't mean he behaved. Midgard's continents teamed with beautiful maidens and Loki spent months at a time seducing them across the globe. Yet an introvert by nature, the constant socializing became exhausting. He needed intervals of solitude to rejuvenate his mind and cock. Indecisive of where, he conjured a world map, closed his eyes and randomly chose a location.

First attempt. "A Frost Giant in the Amazon? I think not."

Second. "Middle of the Bermuda Triangle? Know enough aliens already, thank you."

Third. "Inside and active volcano? Fenrir's arsehole." He scoffed.

Fourth. "Very well. Maine it is."

The god settled in a vacant Victorian evicting its two following buyers with 'ghostly' shenanigans. Yet to the king of this miniature palace's annoyance the next didn't frighten so easily.

Alexis was proud having bought her own house after a long divorce. Closer to friends and hours from meddling family, she'd thought herself free of troubles until sensing the place haunted. While unpacking, items started going missing and resurfacing in different places like her keys, clothing and once her vibrator after an evening of ménage à moi, disturbingly appeared in her dishwasher the next morning. Doors would slam, electricity short circuited, faucets unexpectedly ran, but most disconcerting was a voice randomly whispering 'mine' into her ear. Whether in the shower, her yard, doorways, the ghost didn't care. Alexis burned sage, had the house blessed, held a seance with a local paranormal group, but nothing helped. When returning after a long day at work to find half the main floor repacked, she angrily shouted into the air.

"Ha ha, trickster! You don't scare me and I am 'not' leaving!" She held up a large envelope. "This is 'my' crib and here's the deed to prove it. Show yourself dammit!" Nothing happened so she put everything back, showered, grabbed her vibrator and stormed into the upstairs corridor. "And one more thing! See this? Touch it again and I'll summon your ass with a ouija board and douse you in holy water!"

Loki inwardly chuckled. 'I'll be sure to bring a towel.' When she fell asleep reading in bed, he snuck a peek at what had intrigued her. 'Smutty fanfiction? Tisk, darling. Who could your heartthrob be? The name sounded familiar so he googled it. 'Ah, the actor from Crimson Peak. Good movie, but I'm much better looking. 'A wicked grin curled his lips when she moaned Tom's name. 'Maybe I need to play a little 'dirtier.'

With the next several days uneventful, Alexis thought she'd frightened the ghost off when in reality he was buying time. Since moving her in friends offered extra hands in their free time, but it was her befriended neighbor, a single gay man with a flamboyant, funloving personality who'd helped the most. They met one afternoon when she peered over his fence to complain about blaring Salsa music as he hosted a pool party. Felipe was sunbathing in a yellow thong, wearing sunglasses with enough bling to impress Liberace and choked on a shot of tequila when she whipped a pebble at his head. He invited her over with a promise to adorn shorts, they hit it off and became besties.

Alexis planned to have other friends over for dinner one month after moving in, but with all the goings on had postponed twice. Now with a set date, Felipe was invited too and asked what she planned to cook.

"Who said anything about cooking? I suck at it Amigo and prefer no one hurling on my lawn."

She waved a take out menu and he dramatically gasped. "Chinese food for eight people? Where you gonna put up you blow job booth to pay the mortgage after?"

Alexis smirked. "You're such a slut, Felipe."

He shrugged. "Happy whoopie stick makes a happy me."

"I think I've forgotten what they look like."

"I show you mine, but no touchy touchy." She laughed, knowing he was kidding. "Too long without sex causes brain damage, niña. How long its been for you?"

"Since my ex and I separated nineteen months ago."

"Ay dios mio. I lend you my Dustbuster for the cobwebs down there."

"Not funny, Felipe."

"See. Abstinence makes everyone bitchy. My sister Maritza too. She was happy single before becoming a nun. Now she's Oscar the grouch with eyes like the chucky doll."

"How come you can pronounce words like 'abstinence' and 'cock' so well yet not others?" Alexis teased.

"Don't make me spank you. Come, we go shopping."

"For what?"

"I help you cook. We stay home and talk about cock, mine will curse me in Spanish. He's lonely too."

Alexis slipped on footwear.

"Why you wearing those?" Asked Felipe.

"What's wrong with flip flops?"

He stepped onto the porch. "You need something sexier, like bitch boots."

"It's ninety degrees in the shade today."

"So?"

Loki sighed when the door closed, relieved for some peace. He thought Felipe annoying enough as a neighbor yet worse as a guest who never stopped talking. So much so, he'd pondered concocting a tongue numbing spell, sneaking into his house and applying a heavy dose while he slept. But knowing his flair for drama, he'd run panicked to Alexis in the Boo from Monsters Inc. robe worn onto his deck every morning, carrying a note pleading to stay and until recovering, would hysterically sob each time he couldn't sing along to one of the show tunes on his phone. Loki opted to tolerate him for now. He'd be gone once Alexis left.

The day of feasting came and while she handled finishing touches around the house, Felipe prepared guacamole dip and ingredients for fajitas while mixing margaritas. Hearing music, Alexis snuck to the kitchen and started recording him singing to Bad Girl, by Donna Summer while dancing like a hussy.

"Toot toot, hey, beep beep

Toot toot, hey, beep beep

Hey mister, have you got a dime?

Hey mister, do you want to spend some time, ooh yeah

I got what you want, you got what I need

I’ll be your baby, come and spend it on me…"

He startled when noticing her. "Girlfrien', you post that on social media, I kill you."

Alexis propped her phone on the counter and joined in wildly shaking her chest.

Felipe tried the same. "No fair. I need big titties like yours to jiggle. Next time I bring tangerines and a bra."

Loki secretly watched on. 'Fucknuts.'

The three couples soon arrived. One, old neighbors of Alexis, Blake and Deidre, the others, her friends, Sage, Lisa and their newest flames Colby and Grant. She started a tour on the main floor then the upper leaving her bedroom for last. Excited to show it off, she was already opening the door as they shuffled out of the second.

"And this is my creme de la...eep!" She quietly squeaked once inside.

The resident spookster sat perched against her headboard sporting only what the Norn's delivered him to the universe in and winked pouring himself a whiskey. "You did say show myself, yes?"

She hurried out, slammed the door and her friends froze on approach. "Erm..wouldn't ya know I forgot to make my bed. Anyone for a drink?"

Alexis passed them for the stairs and cringed when Deidre spoke. She was nice enough, but sometimes persistent when it wasn't welcome. "Nonsense, friends don't care. Right everyone?"

Alexis continued down. "Enter at your risk then."

Felipe watched her rush by into the pantry, close the door, followed and closed it too. "What you are doing?"

"I can't go back out there."

"Why?"

"He's upstairs naked on my bed." She anxiously whispered.

"Which boyfriend? I take up the wooden spoon."

"No, the fucking ghost!"

"It's a man? Is he hot and what do I tell your peeps? You afraid to come out of the closet?"

"Felipe!"

"Sorry, it's the margaritas."

"I thought you the one person who believed my stories."

He eyed her sympathetically. "I do. You want I go bribe him to leave with a mcsqeezy?"

"Will you be serious? Ghosts aren't supposed to be naked. One look at him and everyone will think I invited them for an orgy."

Blake and Grant came down first catching bits of their conversation and quietly conversed.

"Can't believe she's still imagining this ghost." Blake wise cracked. "I always told Deidre she had a screw loose."

"Nah." Said Grant. "Lexi's a smart cookie. Sounds more like she needs a man. There's one inside with her. Maybe they'll shag, knock some shit off shelves."

Felipe stuck his head out the door. "You not so quiet, cumquats. I gay. You want I show you my jolly green giant and shag 'you' inside against the creamed corn?"

Loki rubbed the back of his neck. 'I sacrificed prowling beaches of the French Riviera for this?'

Hearing the ladies coming, Alexis approached Blake and quietly inquired. "Still peeing in your wife's pond at night, murdering her koy? I'd see you through my bedroom blinds. Who's a few cans short of a six pack?"

"Oooh snap." Said Felipe.

Grant nudged the arse. "Let's chill in the dining room. There's a makeshift bar and appetizers."

The ladies entered the kitchen. "Who's a nincompoop?" Asked Deidre.

Felipe almost answered but pursed his lips together when Alexis loudly cleared her throat. "You know, just my ex."

"He sure is, honey."

"Your bed's made, girl." Said Sage. "The room looks great."

They all agreed passing through while thirty year old Lisa's younger boyfriend lingered. "Pretty awesome digs ya got here."

"Thanks." Replied Alexis.

Colby slid his hands into his pockets. "Soo..Lisa says you think it's haunted."

"Yep."

He spaced out for a second, staring at the floor. "I once thought a bat in our house was my dead uncle Howie haunting my parents for selling his mannequin of Vlad the Impaler. But hey, sometimes weird shit happens when you're stoned right?" Alexis and Felipe were saved when Lisa called him. "She misses me already. Laters."

"He looks fresh from his madres panocha." Commented Felipe.

"That's the way Lisa likes them. Says the younger they are, the easier it is to train them."

Loki rolled his eyes. 'Age is irrelevant.'

Felipe feigned fright by playfully biting his nails. "She bad. Maybe Colby wear a leash and bark like a good doggy for her?" He goofily imitated one in a deep voice. "Woof, woof..woof. Or maybe he sound like an angry chihuahua?"

Alexis smirked. "I have my own problems. A streaking phantom who now makes unexpected appearances."

Felipe gave her a margarita. "Cheers. These make everything better."

Alexis gulped down the beverage as he watched with raised brows. "Thanks. Next time that streaker appears, I'll just ignore him."

"Next time I give you smaller glass. Go enjoy you friends, niña"

She gave a thumbs up on her way out. "I got this. Easy peasy right?"

Loki mischievously grinned. 'Darling, I'm just getting started.

#Loki #others #submission #Submitted fic #velvetzybanshee #lokilover 9 #chapter 1 #The Naughty Poltergeist

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shewillreadyou · 4 years ago

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Becoming: Chapter 3 - Gotta find my way back....to you.

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N: This is my third part to this TRR love story. Liam and Karis reconnect in Paris. Will she hear him out? Her thoughts are in BOLD

Get caught up: Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Disclaimers: All characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: Sexual content, and fluff.

Word Count: 1845

Pairings: Liam Rhys x MC (Karis Vasquez)

Song inspiration: Finding my way back to you-Jaheim

Be Kind: Hit the heart button, leave a comment or reblog. It makes a writer so so happy.

“Hello Karis, I’ve missed you,” his eyes darkened.

“Liam,” she refused to look at him.

“Matt this is Liam, Liam, Matt,” she introduces the two.

“My pleasure Matt. Please, excuse us for a moment. Karis, I have to believe that it’s fate that we are here in Paris, almost 4000 miles away from New York, at the same place at the same time,” he smiled.

“Perhaps,” she finally met his eyes.

How is it possible that he looks even better than before? Her heart skipped a beat and butterflies filled her stomach.

“I apologize for interrupting your date,” he glared at Matt.

OMG, he’s jealous, she thought to herself trying to keep a neutral expression.

“Please tell me that you will have a drink with me so we can talk,” he pleaded.

She considered it. Then the anonymous texts crossed her mind, “We don’t have anything to talk about. Aren’t you married?”

Liam looked deeply into her brown eyes and said, “No. I’m not. I’m so sorry that you were given that impression. I owe you an explanation. Please just talk to me.”

“No, Liam. It’s been over a year. You don’t owe me anything,” she quipped. “Matt let’s go.” She leaves money on the table and they turned to walk away.

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Once she returns to her apartment, she thanked Matt for dinner and gets settled for the night. She takes a shower, makes some tea, and lights the fireplace. The tea kettle whistles and she moves to the stove to pour the hot water into the cup to steep. There is a knock at the door. When she looks through the peephole it’s Liam. She quickly put on some lip gloss, props her breast up so they look appetizing, and unlocks the door, opening the door partially.

“Liam.”

His mouth falls agape when he drinks in the sight of her in her plum-colored lacy pajamas.

He cleared his throat. “You look, beautiful. May I come in?”

She stepped aside and allowed him to come inside. He smelled just as tasty as she remembered.

“How did you know–”

He interrupted her, “I followed you.”

She giggled, “stalker much?”

He held a bouquet of red roses behind his back.

“These are for you, and no. Not a stalker, a man in love. I let you get away once..”

She smiled and smelled the roses before placing them on the counter. “Thank you, Liam, they are beautiful. You didn’t have to–”

He interrupted. “Of course I did. I have been calling your phone and sending correspondence to your apartment and it’s all been returned. I was sure that I’d never see you again,” he said as he peeked into the bedroom.

“Are you looking for something?” she asks confused.

“Where’s your date?” he asked looking into the dining area.

“Liam, not that it’s any business of yours but Matt was not a date. He is my neighbor and he is at his place. I haven’t been on a date in years.” He looked relieved.

“May I offer you a cup of tea or wine? Sorry, it’s all I have. I just moved in today. Have a seat.”

He just stared at her.

“No, thank you. So, living in Paris, huh?”

She catches him staring and her knees get a little weak.

“Yes. Well, at least for the summer. I’m not one for small talk, you have waited all this time to talk, I’m listening,” she says sharply.

“Right to the point. Right, so uh, Karis, I don’t know where to start.”

She cocks her head to the side. “How about you start with telling me who texted me and how they got my number.”

His eyes sadden. “I am so sorry about that. It was Madeline, one of the suitors vying for my hand.”

“She’s a who? Vying for you what?”

“A suitor. The noble houses in Cordonia each had a representative during the social season. She can be relentless. She must have gotten my phone when I was in the shower. It’s the only time it’s not with me. When I discovered her transgressions she was disqualified from the running. I told myself that she interfered with the one true shot I had at happiness.”

Karis looked confused.

“Listen, I don’t know how to say this and it’s the only way to honestly explain, so I will just come out with it. Remember when I told you that my life is complicated? Well, what that really meant was, I am the crown prince of Cordonia,” he says giving her time to respond.

“Say what? The crown who of what?” She spits her tea back into her cup as reality washes over her. She slowly lowers the teacup and saucer to the coffee table considering his words. “Liam, that doesn’t change anything. I don’t care about titles.”

“I have to choose a wife by the end of the year. There are several suitors competing for my hand, they are all brilliant beautiful women in their own rights, but there is one thing missing,” he explained.

“What’s that?” she asked in a quiet voice.

“They’re not you,” he said in a low husky voice.

“Wow, Liam, I uh, I don’t know what to say,” she settled next to him on the couch. She absentmindedly crossed her legs. His eyes trained on her curves.

“Karis, I have wondered what I would say to you if I ever had the chance.”

She looks at him and raises her eyebrow, “and?”

He grabs her hands and gazes into her eyes, “I don’t know if you felt it too but, I have never felt a connection with anyone like the one I feel with you. I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I met you. I know we have never even been on a proper date, but Karis. I need you. I always thought that I would be destined to marry for the good of my country with no regard for my feelings. Love would have nothing to do with it, until I met you. You literally stole my heart in those few hours at your apartment. You have arrested my every waking thought since. My heart aches for you. My body longs for you. Give me a chance to prove my love. I’m here in Paris for a few more days. Let me take you on a proper date. Let me compete for your heart.”

She is completely flabbergasted. “Liam, I absolutely felt the connection. I was hurt to the tune of a 15-pound weight gain crying over you. Then when I stopped crying I missed you and I couldn’t eat. You have no competition my heart belongs to you alone. I am just now figuring out how to navigate life without you. I threw myself into school took extra hours so that my mind would be occupied and that didn’t even work.”

He gently wiped the tears from her cheeks as he listened. “Liam, I’m a simple city girl with tons of baggage that I can’t ask you to help me carry.” she whimpers.

“So don’t. Let me help you unpack it,” he whispers against her lips. His lips lightly brush against hers. Their kiss is light and gentle. It ignited a fire inside of her that she had never felt.

“I don’t know anything about being a royal,” she whispers.

“Karis, you are the queen of my heart,” he deepens their kiss, pulling her closer. Their tongues danced as his hands roamed her body. She pushed him back laying on top of him. Karis felt Liam harden underneath her.

“Liam, I’m ready. Take me.” He broke their kiss leaning back to look into her eyes pensively.

“Karis, will it be your first time?” he panted.

“Yes, I want it to be with you. I’m ready this time. I’m sure,” she says as her small hand stroke him through his trousers.

“As much as I want to, you are so special to me. This night should be special for you. Let me do this the right way. I want to make love to you. Not just fuck on the couch. If you’ll have me, we’ll have the rest of our lives to do that.”

Her eyes widen. “I guess you have a point,” she said with clear disappointment in her voice.

“Are you going to stay with me tonight?” she asked so quietly.

He kisses her again, “Of course,” he whispered. “I can’t mess your hair up if I leave. Take this thing out.” he chuckles.

She lets her hair down.

“Much better.” He sits up and guides her head to his lap as she lays across the couch.

“What is happening right now?”

He bends over pulling her into a lingering kiss. “It’s just. I missed you. I want to play in your hair. Smell the pears, look into your big brown eyes, study your face, run my hands down your body, you know basically torture myself.”

They spent the night talking, about Cordonia, about school, about why she is in Paris and her internship, they talked until she dosed off from exhaustion. When the sun rose and peaked through the french windows, she was disappointed to find Liam gone. She moved from the couch to the bed easily falling back into her slumber.

She woke a short while later to a knock at the door. It was Liam. He was holding a tray with breakfast overflowing.

“Good morning Angel,” he smiled.

“Hey you. Where’d you sneak off to?” He smirked motioning for her to get back in bed.

“Well, I wanted to cook you breakfast. But you didn’t have groceries and I needed to make some arrangements for our day. I didn’t want to wake you.”

She rolled her eyes taking in all the food on the tray.

“Your highness cooks?” she smirked.

“I do what I do, and I do it well.”

They both situated themselves on the bed. Liam raised a strawberry to her lips. She bit her bottom lip before the sides of her mouth curl into a smile.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she inquired.

“Spoiling you. I intend to spoil you as long as you allow it.” he said in a low husky voice.

Her center throbbed.

“Well, you better enjoy yourself because tomorrow, I have to study and I start work on Monday. When do you fly out?”

He looks her directly in the eye. “Karis. I have no intention of leaving here without you. We leave on Monday,” he said with fire in his eyes.

“I guess you are going to have to be disappointed. I can’t blow this internship off to follow you,” she said matter of factly.

He smirked.

“We’ll see. We have a big day planned. We need to eat, then you might need a nap. I plan on keeping you up all night.” he chuckled. “I may or may not be kidding. You should get dressed. Wear something nice but pack an overnight bag too. After we finish breakfast, I’m going back to my hotel to get ready. I’ll send a car for you when it’s time,” he instructed.

“You’re kinda cocky aren’t you?” she smiled.

“I got a big ego.” He winked at her.

“Umm, who told you and your ego I would spend my whole day with you? What do you have planned anyway?” she smirked seductively.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” he said as he fed her another grape.

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queerchoicesblog · 4 years ago

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Living The Dream

So, folks: as announced, here the first chapter of a new story for the wlw writing project I embarked on. This one is set in the Sixties, the golden age of travel, and our main character is a Pan Am stewardess, one of the era’s most stylish job. I had fun writing this and I can only hope you will have too reading this!

Hope you enjoy it: if you do, please consider spreading the word!

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I like this time of the day. The in-between hours separating one day from another, the slow yet inexorable metamorphosis of night into dawn. Life seems to flow differently during these hours as if our bodies, used to be heavenly asleep when night comes, were forced to adapt to a new rhythm: sometimes it works, sometimes it's simply a poor mimicry of ourselves. The craziest scene happen during night shifts, after all, and I'm sure it's no coincidence. I'm not always lucky to be present to myself in moments like these. Most of the times I'm too busy to pay attention to the wonders of these dreamlike hours. I blow out the smoke of my cigarette: for once, I can. Sitting at a table on the cafe terrace, I look down to the stream of passengers moving beneath me. They wander like in a haze trying to make out the right direction to go. They're tired, jet-lagged: a kid is crying his heart out in the arms of his mother, causing a businessman nearby to sneer and speed up his pace to avoid such nuisance. A man is anxious, out of the blue he starts running probably cursing the little delay that slowed him: will he catch his flight? A group of foreigners is checking and double checking a map, someone is sleeping on a bench and a little girl is looking out into the night sky hypnotised by the tail lights of a plane flying away.

I like airports, their peculiar poetry. It's quite lucky since you could say they're my home. I still struggle to fully convince myself that yes, my dream did come true. Some nights I fear I'd wake up one day and find out it was all just that, a wild feverish dream, not my reality. Luckily, that day never comes. Mom and Dad fry eggs and bacon in a diner not far from Kansas City; my brother and I will always remember how tired they looked when they crawled back home but also how big their smile was when they produced a box of fries or a couple of milkshakes just for us. We both helped during the summer, wearing aprons and serving tables. They let us keep the tips and we spent them all in ice-creams and movies. Now I'm sure no costumer leaves without being told - maybe more than once and with great pride - that their daughter is now a stewardess of the Pan American World Airways. I still remember the day I received the good news: Mom cried tears of joy and even Noah dropped his tough act and pulled me into a tight hug, whispering how happy he was for me. My sweet little brother. Now at my parents' diner a picture is hung at the wall side by side with a framed stellar review by a local newspaper: Noah and I hugging each other and smiling to the camera in our favorite booth by the window. I'm wearing my dashing Pan Am uniform, he's in a brand new US marine attire. He was drafted one week after John F. Kennedy was shot, the picture was taken on our last family reunion around Christmas. Noah wasn't happy to go to war, he was scared. "I wish I could join you to New York and find a job in advertising maybe" he frowned when my parents were sleeping and we sneaked away to the back porch as we used to do as kids. Noah was good at drawing, the creative type. God knows how I would have loved to have him around, to keep me grounded and remind me of the reassuring warmth of sibling affection. To keep him safe. I moved to New York right after I got the job; Noah was still in high school back then, I had to go alone. They all promised to visit as soon as they could when we parted at the airport. And that's when my new life started. I was on my own in the big city, breathing in the wind of change. I wonder if that's how every girl feels when they leave their boring provincial town behind and make it big. I moved into a small flat downtown: not much, but big enough to contain all my hopes and dreams. The training supervisors were particularly strict and took so very seriously their duty to asses whether we were stewardess material or a lost cause. First, a medical evaluation then a grumpy lady would weigh us and fix our girdles: I wondered if I would have been able to breathe normally on a plane and I was not the only one by the look on the other girls' faces. The interminable daily classes on how to strip our face clean of makeup and start from scratch still haunts me just like the day I was told my hair weren't okay, an in-between length that didn't impress the ladies in charge: I had to choose between wearing a chignon or a wig. No way I would have gone for the latter! Our appearance had to conform to a certain code and I soon learned there are so many requirements to meet to be eye candy. But it wasn't all about our exterior, even if we were often reminded that our aim was to look runaway ready. The Pan Am stewardesses must have that savour faire that makes them unique, legendary. So aside from the standard training (what to say on board, what to do in case of emergency, first aid classes) I had to learn how to pour wine with that special twist of the wrist and pop champagne open without it exploding as well as how to cook and elegantly garnish certain menu dishes in no space. And I assure you, the standard for scrambled eggs in first class were so different from everything I had learnt at my parents' diner, even if the time I spent there gave me a head start. Once I completed my training, my career finally began. I was assigned to Us bi-coastal routes for the time being but I felt different already. People looked at me differently, especially when I walked through the Pan Am terminal in white gloves and my uniform designed by Italian stylists. The gleam of admiration and wonder in their eyes set my heart on fire: aside from my parents and Noah, nobody had ever looked at me that way before, not even my best friend. I take a sip of coffee and smile thinking back at my beginnings. Despite the hard work, I was constantly in a dreamy state of mind. A Pan Am stewardess made it to the cover of LIFE that year, I still have a copy of it. The journalist enthusiastically claimed that girls like me were not only icons of beauty and grace but also the peak of the femininity to come. "See these ladies? They're not just stewardesses, they're a whole new breed of women". I must admit that to some extent we are: we're so different from our mothers and the Angels of the hearth of the lady magazines. We wear heels and fine makeup, we speak several languages and see the world. We're emancipated and sophisticated: we are women of the world. My face didn't make it to LIFE but little girls and teens stop me and ask me tips, how can they be as elegant, as put together, what they have to do to land this job. They want to live the same dream. A little girl of five once asked if she could take a picture with me. I had some time left so I squatted down and placed my bowler hat on her head making her flash the brightest smile to the camera her father was holding. Before parting she handed me my hat and looked me right in the eye, whispering in awe "I wanna be like you when I grow up". And then she wrapped her arms around my neck in a grateful hug. I told the cute scene to my mother over the phone: she sounded touched and joked that she didn't know her daughter ended up being a starlet of the silver screen. "Remember us when you're famous, love" Dad added from another room. I missed them, I still do at times. But I would never go back: for the first time in my life I found a place where I truly belong here in New York. I met friends that could understand my hunger for more, to discover the world. I love the parks and lights at night, the buzz of the city that never sleeps. Most importantly, I love my job, even when I'm so busy all I do is hopping on and off planes, going back home, sleeping eating my breakfast and doing it all over again. No matter how hard I need to push myself to meet the Pan Am standards, I've always felt liberated, free here. As if this was what was meant to be, where I was meant to be all along. The day a gorgeous neighbor knocked at my door with a plate of freshly baked cookies and a charming, flirtatious smile on her lips, I had no more doubt. Here is where I was meant to be.

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sarcastic-sunshines · 4 years ago

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Letters for my Love - Chapter 8

Pairing: T’Challa x Black Reader

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7

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My Love,

Though it is hard for me to believe, we somehow have a teenage daughter. Though her new attitude constantly reminds me that my Nobomi is no longer the giggling 4 year old that never wanted to leave my side. Now at fifteen, I can barely get her to have a conversation with me that lasts longer than ten minutes. If not for her royal lessons, I doubt I would see her. She still looks so much like you, even more as she gets older. She is also as quiet as you were at her age, I still remember seeing you at the end of the hallways, silently laughing as you looked at the craziness that was high school. Even at that age, you had me enamoured. The memory still brings a smile to my face as I get lost in the thought of you.

But back to Nono, I used to be her best friend, she would tell me every and anything without me asking. Now it is like pulling teeth, and being unsuccessful. Akina keeps telling me that it is just her age, and the fact that she is a growing girl. As much as I am glad that she does turn to Akina with her worries, I can’t lie and say I am not jealous, because that used to be me. I am trying to figure out my place in my daughter’s life again, I try not to overstep but the distance sometimes makes me feel like I am losing her. I really am hoping this is a phase and I get my bubbly Nobomi back soon.

Yours Forever,

T’Challa

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“ He is going to ask you tomorrow for sure”

T’Challa overheard Fatou tell Nobomi as he passed by the living area where the two were supposed to be studying. Instead they were immersed in conversation about their school formal. T’Challa had heard about it from Akina, who seemed to be his new source for everything Nobomi. He didn’t know when it happened, but his baby girl was no longer a baby, and as he watched her try and form her own identity in the world, she had begun to become more withdrawn from him.

“ You are just saying that” Nobomi replied, she rolled her eyes but T’Challa noticed the smile that stayed on her face from his spot in the entrance of the room, trying to remain unseen for as long as possible.

“ I am not, Kutenda told me today at lunch that Chima was asking about you and your locker, he might slip a note since he is too nervous to ask”

“Your boyfriend has quite the theory”

“ Well it's going to happen, then we can take the cutest pictures together” Nobomi’s best friend enthused, carrying enough excitement for the both of them.

T’Challa felt suddenly protective, he somehow had never considered Nobomi would be at the age where she would be interested in boys. It was quite foolish of him considering that that was the same age he first approached her mother.

“ That’s not even my worry right now, my dress is nowhere close to done,” Nobomi lamented, pulling T’Challa from his thoughts. “ And I need to finish all this studying for royal lessons before my Baba starts lecturing me again”

T’Challa scowled at that, he didn’t think he lectured. He just tried to stop her from falling behind.

“ He can’t be that bad, your Baba has always seemed very cool to me” Fatou offered, T’Challa stood very still waiting for Nobomi’s response.

“ He isn’t cool, at least not like before, overbearing is his normal mode. He is always in my business, asking questions I don’t want to answer.”

“ My Baba can be like that too, it must be part of being an old man” T’Challa’s scowl returned as the girls shared a laugh, he was not old. If anything, he looked younger than he actually was.

He didn’t have time to think about it further when his four year old son came running into his arms, exposing T’Challa to the girls.

He picked up the little boy, holding him close and kissing his head “ Hello Lani, how was school today?”

“ Boring, we didn’t get to go outside for recess” before he could respond, the energetic little boy was jumping out of his arms and running over to where his sister was working.

“ Bulelani, don’t touch” she murmured, moving her books out of reach of her brother.

“ Hello girls, studying hard I see”

“ We were before we were interrupted” Nobomi peered up at her father with a slight frown. He went over to kiss her forehead and she reluctantly let him.

“ Hello Kumkani, we were actually almost done, I think” Fatou started packing up her own books.

“ That’s good, I think dinner is almost ready, Fatou, will you be joining us”

“ Oh no, we have relatives visiting so I have to be home on time” She denied politely. T’Challa nodded peering down at Nobomi who was staring at him expectantly.

“ What?”

“Well can you and Lani give us a moment or something” Fatou chuckled as T’Challa placed his son on his shoulders before leaving the girls to finish their conversation before Fatou’s departure. All he could hear as he headed to the kitchen was the return of this Chuma boy that apparently would be calling Nobomi tonight.

So much seemed to be happening in his daughter’s life and he wasn’t invited to hear about any of it. He kissed Akina as he got to the kitchen, where he caught her putting the finishing touches on dinner. The woman had recently fallen with cooking, and no better audience than her little family.

“ I tried a new recipe today” she beamed at her husband as he put Lani on the ground. She noticed he wasn’t really listening, His ears were trying to catch whatever was being said in the other room.

“ Someone is being nosey” she smirked as she moved around him to get to the oven

“ I am not being nosey. I am just trying to actually know what is happening in my child’s life. It was easier when she was as small as Lani.”

“ I remember, back then you couldn’t get her to stop talking once she started” They shared a quiet laugh before Akina continued. “ But like I’ve told you, you have to let her come to you. Whatever it is you are trying to do right now is going to fail. Imagine she catches you listening”

She finally went over and placed a tray in his hand before pointing him to the dining table. He followed orders and helped her set the table, listening to Akina describe what she had made and how she found cooking to be a different type of art for her.

By the time that Nono had joined them and food was served, T’Challa spent every bite trying to think about a way to have Nobomi speak. Right now Lani was giving them a rundown of his whole school day and seemed to have no plans on stopping until Akina reminded him that he had to eat as well.

“ So, Nono, how is the dress coming along?” He said turning to her hopefully, Nono looked shocked that she was being spoken to.

“It’s going” she reluctantly offered. T’Challa turned to Akina for help.

“ Nono and I have been working tirelessly to make all the needed adjustments. It's some hard material to work with but we will get it” she said more to Nobomi as they shared a smile. The picky eater went back to turning her food on her plate. T’Challa resisted the urge to tell her to eat more, not wanting to lecture her.

“ Well I am very excited to see the dress, I am hoping for a sneak peak”

“ Well, I think that is up to Nobomi, and I believe she wants it to be a surprise” she looked at the teenager for confirmation.

“ You can see it the day of the formal, it’s just a reimagination of a dress you have seen before” she smiled at her Baba before looking at her beads and smiling even more at the notification that flashed. T’Challa noticed and immediately changed the conversation.

“ So, are you going with anyone to the formal”

“With her boyfriend!” Lani offered with a snicker

“ Shut up! I do not have a boyfriend” she threw her napkin in her brother’s direction.

“ I mean.. If you do that is totally fine -” T’Challa tried before Nobomi cut him off trying to end the embarrassment.

“ I don’t have a boyfriend!” she pushed her plate away and covered her face.

“ Maybe we should drop the conversation for now, love” Akina tried to catch T’Challa’s eyes.

“ I am just saying, I want you to feel comfortable bringing Chima here if you want.” Nono’s eyes went wide before squinting at her father. Akina shook her head and braced herself for Nono’s reaction.

“ You were listening to our conversation?! Is privacy a foreign concept in this family?!”

“ Well, not exactly, I was walking by and caught snippets” Nobomi immediately got up from the table. His eyes went to her barely touched meal. “ Nono, you’ve barely eaten anything. Let’s finish dinner”

“Babe, let her go” Akina finally said as Nono mumbled that she wasn’t hungry and left the room. The room went quiet as they tried to finish what was left of dinner.

“ Baba I think you made sissy mad” Bulelani commented as though his parents weren’t right there to witness everything.

“ Thank you for the notice, unyana wam.” T’Challa said with a hint of sarcasm his son was too young to detect.

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T’Challa laid awake, waiting for Akina to come to bed. She had gone to check up on Nobomi before bed. Nono finally decided to have dinner and was sharing some of how she was feeling to Akina. And of course, T’Challa was waiting patiently for the watered down version of that story.

He sat up as he heard Akina come in and watched her as she turned down the bed. “ Well?”

“ Let me get in the bed first, you have been so nosy today”

“ I am not nosy, it’s not easy being out of the loop, I barely know what happens in my own home anymore” he was frustrated. Akina felt a little bad for him, she crawled into the bed and wrapped her arms around her as best as she could.

“ You cannot bombard her with information like that, especially when you got it from snooping”

“ I know that now”

“She will come to you when she feels like she can. Just let her do so on her own time” He nodded reluctantly.

“Did she at least end up having dinner”

“ She did, and she told me that Chuma did call, nothing special was said but she looks forward to seeing him tomorrow at school.” Akina smiled, to see Nono who she met as this little girl, blossom into her own woman was more than excited to see.

“ When did we reach the point where Nono likes boys, my baby is growing way too fast.”

“ And you can’t do anything about it. Just let her try and figure it out and be there for her when you can.” Akina ended, getting comfy in the bed and turning off the light.

“ I know” he sighed, following suit.

“ And for the love of Bast, no more eavesdropping babe, you aren’t good at it” she said jokingly before kissing him in the dark.

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T’Challa was beginning to shut down the holographic map he had created for Nono’s history lesson on the battles of Wakanda. He didn’t want to ‘lecture’, as she had told Fatou. He was hoping a more interactive lesson would have him return to his status as a ‘cool’ Baba. Unfortunately for him, Nobomi was beyond late and the whole lesson would have to be postponed. He had gotten back into his own work when Nobomi stumbled in with her head held down.

T’Challa didn’t lift his head before saying, “ You are late. You’ve missed class actually”

His voice was stern but he didn’t think this was the time to be a laidback father.

“ I know, I’m sorry.” Nobomi said meekly, her nose sniffling as she spoke. His head shot up as soon as he heard the sadness in his daughter’s voice, he was met with an equally sad face as her lip quivered.

“What happened?” With concern written on his own face, he stood from his desk and immediately went towards his daughter. He placed his hands on each of her arms and tried to peer under at her face. Her eyes were closed as she tried not to cry. She hated crying, just like her mother had. T’Challa finally pulled her into a hug as she finally gave into her emotions and let her sobs come out.

They stood there for a while as he rubbed comforting circles on her back before finally pulling her to sit on the sofa with him. He reached for tissues and allowed her to catch her breath.

“ Nono, what happened? What can I do to help” He spoke calmly taking her hands into his.

“ You’re going to think its stupid” she hiccupped closing her eyes again.

“If it matters to you, then it matters to me Nobomi wam. So whatever or whoever has you upset, we can work through together”

Nobomi looked up and was met with her father’s comforting smile. The same smile that always welcomed her when she had a scraped knee or a bad dream as a kid, and in that moment, she realized how much she needed it.

“ Talk to me” he tried one more time.

“ Well, you know about Chima and how he was supposedly wanting to ask me to the formal?”

“ Was he, I had no idea?” T’Challa feigned at the details, pretending like he hadn’t been aware. Nono shook her head at her father before continuing to speak.

“ Baba, come on”

“ Let’s move past that and you tell me the rest. So how did he ask you?”

“ He didn’t ask me, that’s the problem, I left class and Farai had basically our whole year crowded around her locker as she made a big deal of the note in her locker. Chima didn’t even make eye contact with me” she grabbed another tissue as she tried to keep another sob down.

“You really liked him didn’t you”

“ I did, and I didn’t want to get excited when Fatou told me, because no one ever likes me” Hearing that and seeing the emotion on her face broke him. He wanted to protect her from the opinions of the world but knew that was nearly impossible.

“ Eish Nono, don’t say that, you are a beautiful girl” he reached over and smoothed back the few hairs that had escaped her large puff.

“ It's not that, not many boys want to approach the ‘stuck up princess”

“ You are not stuck up” he refuted. “ And I have no idea why anyone would think that about you.”

“Because I’m the heir, and I don’t speak if I don’t have to. I don’t know, kids are weird”

“ That’s very true, your mother used to be quiet when she was your age.” he said with a smile

“Really” he nodded before speaking again.

“ Yes, strangely her silence was the loudest thing about her. It only made me want to get to know her more. And I am glad I did, because we had an amazing relationship and marriage. And then of course I had you, my firstborn” Nobomi for the first time matched his smile. “ And I know, whatever person takes the time to actually know you, will be as impressed as I am with the lovely young lady you are becoming.”

“ Thanks Baba” she went in for a hug and T’Challa welcomed her happily, as he started to think about how tiny she used to be, how she used to run around his office, filling it with her toys and stories she had made up on the spot. It was crazy to him how much time had passed and how different their conversations were now.

His little girl wasn’t so little anymore. And though it didn’t happen often, moments like this made him feel good to know that she could still open up to him when it was important. His role as a father was always challenging him, and Nobomi’s teenage years were his biggest yet, he would like to think he was doing well.

Nobomi chose to spend the rest of the afternoon in his office, as they worked side to side. It used to be her colouring and now she was writing full essays he was always excited to read. After a few hours, Nobomi got distracted by her beads and had been texting for quite a while before she scraped her throat to get her father’s attention.

“ So Chima says he is here, and he would like to see me” T’Challa tried to control the look of surprise on his face as he waited for Nobomi to further explain. “ He says he got the lockers confused and never meant to ask Farai out. I don’t know? What do you think I should do?”

She looked at her father expectantly. A part of him wanted to tell her to just go to the dance alone. But then he thought about all the silly mistakes his teenage self had made with her mother and even the few he still made with Akina.

“ I think you should go see what he has to say, but make him sweat a little bit” His comment earned him a giggle as she stood up to leave. “ Don’t be late for dinner”

“ I won’t” she ran out the door, and he had turned back to his work but lifted his head again to see Nobomi had returned.

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you Baba” she gave him that smile that reminded him so much of her mother.

“ I love you more Nobomi” he said before she exited again leaving him with a grin on his face.

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“Hold still,” Akina mumbled as she did a few final stitches on Nono’s dress as she stood in it. Her hair and makeup was done and Nono was surprised that everything was pulling together as she wanted it to. Though she shouldn’t have ever doubted that Kiki would pull through for her. And now she was almost ready for Chima to come get her.

“ Kiki this looks amazing. You are amazing at what you do” Nono praised her step-mother as she admired herself.

“ It is not hard with an amazing model like yourself. Chima is going to die when he sees you” at the same time Bulelani ran in waiting for his sister’s attention.

“ Baba wants to know if he can come in now. “

“ I think we are just about done? Kiki what do you think?” she turned to look at Akina who stood up from the bottom of the dress.

“ I think he can come in now” Bulelani ran out the room and came back with his father holding his hand.

He took one look at Nobomi and he felt the tears coming.

“ Baba, you promised you wouldn’t cry!” Nono whined, trying to stop her own tears that her father’s emotions triggered. They were both too big softies that refused to admit it.

“ Nobomi you look beautiful, doesn’t she Lani” he asked his son.

“ She looks like a princess!” he exclaimed, making everyone laugh.

“ It’s a good thing she is actually a princess” he paused looking closely at the dress again. “ That was your mother’s dress wasn’t it?”

Nobomi nodded with a smile, doing a spin for her family.

He found himself getting emotional all over again. “ It is, I found it in a box of dresses she specifically wanted me to have. Kiki did an amazing job changing the big puffy sleeves that were there before and all the alterations to have it fit me.”

“ She did, though I expect nothing but wonders from her” he turned his attention to Akina who was smiling at him. He winked back at his wife before saying ‘ I love you’. They took a few pictures of Nobomi before T’Challa remembered that Chima had been waiting in the living room for Nobomi to join him.

“ Chima is here, I have already given him the appropriate scare, so I think you all should get going so you can have time for group pictures.”

Nobomi’s smile grew ten times at the just the sound of his name. And her quick movements to go where Chima was waiting made him chuckle. To be young and giddy by the idea of love, it was a unique experience that he was happy Nobomi got to experience. He watched as Chima’s own eyes grew large at the sight of Nono. For a second he seemed to struggle to get the words out, but he eventually did and Nobomi’s reaction proved he had said the right thing.

Akina and T’Challa held on to each other as they watched Chima place the corsage on her wrist, the both of them acting as though they were the only two in the room. They only clued back in when Lani came to stand in between them.

“ I think we are going to go now, no Dora’s alright” She said to her parents, her father immediately shook his head.

“ One Dora, she will be in civilian clothes and you come home by midnight” Nobomi put her hand out for her Baba to shake.

“ Deal, don’t be too sad without me okay” she said jokingly, taking Chima’s hand and leading him out the door.

“ Alright, be safe” he said watching her leave. He spent the rest of the night casually glancing at the clock waiting to see when Nobomi would be back. He couldn’t lie, he wanted to hear how her night went.

He found himself watching tv and snacking alone after Akina and Lani had gone to bed. He was sucked into the unsolved mysteries, he almost didn’t hear Nobomi come in.

It didn’t take long for her to follow the lights and flop down next to her father, her hand immediately going into the bowl of chips in his lap.

“ Did you wait for me?”

“You could say that, you are a bit late though?” he turned to look at her and saw that she had a big goofy smile on her face.

“ I know, I didn’t mean to. I was back here on time, but then me and Chima, we just started talking” she was speaking to him but he could tell her mind was still in the moment.

“ So you lost track of time, that’s okay. I am just glad that you had fun”

“ I did, I think that's the most the kids at school have seen me be myself I think.”

“ Well being surrounded by people, or someone in particular that allows you to be your true self”

“ Was that what it was like with Mama” She asked as she continued to snack.

“ Yes, except with her it felt like I was discovering a new part of myself I hadn’t known before her. Love is an interesting thing my darling”

“I hope I get to experience that one day” she yawned before resting her head on T’Challa’s shoulder, falling asleep quite quickly.

“ I hope you do too,” he whispered watching her for a moment just taking in the time he had with his little girl. Time seemed to be passing so quickly so every milestone seemed more precious than the last.

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My Love,

Our little girl had her first school dance. She is growing up so fast and each day I can’t seem to wrap my head around the idea. I wish you could have seen how beautiful she looked. Especially in your dress, even though I had saved all those garments, seeing her in them brought up so many emotions. Moments like this made me miss you, so you could experience all these milestones with me. Though I know you are watching, I would have loved to see your smile as you saw her in the dress. Akina did such an amazing job with altering the dress to how Nono wanted it. I am really glad she has Akina in moments where she feels she can’t come to me. I have been really blessed to have her in my life and for the bond she was with Nono.

I am also glad that I got Nono to open up to me this week. Akina was right, I had to wait for her to come to me and she did. It was unexpectant, probably for her as well, but I think she was able to find comfort in my presence and that’s all I have wanted as a father. It makes me feel like I am doing my job correctly, and being a father is the most important job I could have. I just hope I am doing you proud and raising our child how you would have. As always, I know you are watching over us, I love you and miss you.

Yours forever,

T’Challa

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onthepageoftears · 5 years ago

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Kill Your Darlings Ch. 7 (Jaskier x Assassin!Reader) || Witcher

A/N: Sometimes it’s hard for me to wait to post for this series, I’m just so excited to see what everyone thinks 😅Also I’m lowkey especially proud of this chapter for some reason, so let me know what you think of it! That being said, enjoy (and stay safe out there)!

Your comments and feedback are always encouraged and mean a lot to me!

Summary: Who knew only a couple hours of isolation could make you go this crazy.

Warnings: language, mentions of death/killing, depictions of violence/slight descriptions of gore/graphic violence, mentions of alcohol/drinking, and finally...fluff? in this fic? who knew

Words: 2,630

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

Getting Julian out of the Kingfisher Inn was like ripping a knife from your own thigh: painful and a lot more trouble than it’s worth. After around a good hour of packing his many, many clothes, he was finally ready to change locations; in the end, it didn’t matter, because you all agreed that waiting until night fell would be safest to travel.

Eventually, the three of you managed to sneak out of the inn and to another one. The Nowhere Inn, located to the east of Novigrad, was where you found yourselves camping out. You waited with Julian while Geralt booked a room, your eyes and ears trying to focus on the world around you to make sure no one was lurking in the shadows. The bard blabbered on anyway, distracting you more than you would be comfortable admitting.

“The Nowhere Inn is absolutely perfect. When someone asks where I am, you don’t even have to lie. Just say Nowhere.”

You didn’t bother holding back your eye roll.

And now, all three of you had made it to the room. It wasn’t nearly as nice as the Kingfisher Inn, and Julian made a point of saying so multiple times. It was still a nicer place than you usually stayed in, so you couldn’t complain. Instead, you silently claimed a chair in the far corner of the room, hoping to be left alone for the remainder of however long it was that you would have to stay there.

But of course, that wouldn’t happen.

You were sharpening one of your knives when the bard’s antsiness peaked. He patted a rhythm on his lap and sat up in his own chair, across the room from you.

“When do you think Geralt will be back?”

You lifted the knife to eye level to inspect the sharpness. Without looking at the bard, you answered, “Why do you think I would have a clue?”

“Alright, no need to have an attitude.” His tone might have made you feel guilty if he hadn’t been practically pestering you this whole time.

It had only been a couple of hours of hiding in the inn with Geralt and Julian, and they were already getting on your nerves. Geralt, not so much. He kept to himself mostly, unless Julian resorted to talking to him (which he usually did). But when Geralt left to go do something or another, the bard was forced to turn to you for his…entertainment.

You felt him watching you as you switched knives, still watching you as you continued to sharpen it. It made you uncomfortable, to say the least. You sighed and put your knives back in their sheaths, making a point of looking at Julian with raised brows. “Do you need something?”

Instead of taking the hint, he leaned forward. “Do you do anything other than that?”

The ghost of a frown crossed your features. “Than what?”

“You know,” Julian waved his hand in the air. “Assassin things.”

You gave his question a good amount of thought before answering, “No.”

“You don’t have any hobbies? Any secret talents? Well, other than killing people.”

You blinked, yet again leaving a long space of time for him to bask in his anticipation. Then, you uttered a firm, “No.”

After he didn’t answer, you leaned back in your chair and lay your head over the edge. Perhaps if you closed your eyes he would get the hint to stop talking to you. It was a foolish thought, because almost seconds after you closed your eyes, you heard him get up from his seat, drag his chair agonizingly slowly across the room, and plant himself right in front of you.

You only slightly opened your eyes so you could peek at him — but when you saw he was holding his lute, you snapped your eyes open.

“Calm down, I’m not serenading you.” It was the first time you heard him laugh, genuinely, and you would be lying if it didn’t make your breath halt. Still, your eyes widened with what was close to fear at the thought of him performing just for you. If he did that, you might have to jump out the window.

Noticing your inner anguish, he tilted his head with a slight smirk. “Unless—“

“Please don’t.”

The mischievous sparkle in his eye dimmed as he laughed off your panicked expression. “I think you could use a new hobby. Though sharpening blades is…quite the skill, maybe you would benefit in trying something a little more…artistic.”

“Some blacksmiths would be at your throat for that.”

“Well, some blacksmiths aren’t in this room, now are they?” He raised his brows and waited for you to respond; when you didn’t, he held out his lute towards you.

You looked at the lute, then back to him. “You’re joking.”

“Come on.” He waved it in your direction. “It’s not going to bite.”

“I’m not playing your lute.”

“Not yet you aren’t.” He jutted it towards you once more, noting the way you shook your head with a scoff. “Just try it. And then I’ll leave you alone.”

That got you interested. You squinted at him, trying to tell if he was serious. His eyes only mirrored yours, and for a couple seconds you battled through your gaze.

You would never admit that he won.

“Fine.” You took the lute from his hands and held it in your own, mimicking how you’d seen other bards holding it. It felt foreign in your arms — though you had only seen Julian play it a couple times, it felt strange to hold someone else’s possession. It would be like Geralt using one of your knives — it just didn’t feel right.

“Well, don’t hold it so tightly. It’s not going to run away.”

“I don’t want to drop it,” You muttered, but loosened your grip anyway.

“Okay. Your hands need to be a little higher. Like—“ His hands reached out to move your own, but you couldn’t help the way your body immediately stiffened. You kept your eyes focused on his hand, which hovered just over yours. He pulled back, instead directing you with his words. “Just…bring your hand so it’s a little further up the neck. Right. Now place that hand like this.“ He demonstrated with his hand in position; you mirrored it to the best of your ability.

“Now what?”

“Now, you strum.” So you did. And the sound was…not unpleasant. It definitely wasn’t as practiced as any bard you had ever heard, but something was satisfying about manipulating the instrument to do what you wanted. It was like when you learned the proper techniques for your knives — once you knew the right way to hold it, you could make it do practically anything.

“How did it feel?”

You considered him for a moment. “Not bad.”

“Didn’t sound too bad either.” He held his hands out and you placed the lute gently back in its owner’s hands. Julian placed it back in his lap with a smile.

You didn’t like the way your face heated up at the look he gave you; still, you were too stubborn to look away. His eyes sparkled just as brightly as they did the first time he spoke to you — when he didn’t know you were trying to kill him. You felt your shoulders loosen, lips twitching their way from a thin line to a minute smirk, your eyes searching the bard’s face for something, anything that would keep you…feeling.

Don’t let your guard down, or your emotions will come flowing out. Showing weakness is something you never want, Y/N. When that happens, you might as well give up.

You were out of your chair before the memory could fully resurface. Whatever feeling that was in the air had dissolved as soon as you stood up. “I should go scope out downstairs. Maybe find Geralt.”

“Shouldn’t I not be left alone?”

You walked past the bard’s chair and made sure your knives were in their place as you hovered by the door. “I’m not your babysitter.”

“I prefer the word ‘bodyguard’.” He muttered as he began strumming his lute gently.

Instead of answering, you lifted your hood over your head and left the room, letting out a quick breath when you closed the door behind you. You felt the sudden need for fresh air, though you knew not to stay out long. Besides, it would be a good idea to make sure there were no strange lurkers around the inn. At least, none more strange than usual.

You made sure to do a quick sweep of the main tavern before exiting through the back door of the inn; Geralt wasn’t down there, which would have made you angry if you weren’t so desperate to be left alone. You made a mental note to make a comment about it when he did return — whenever that would be.

The fresh air hit your face as soon as you stepped outside — the night air was colder than when you arrived at the tavern, but maybe it was just because of the heat that had risen to your face. You leaned against the building with your arms crossed over your chest, head tilted towards the sky. The stars weren’t nearly as bright here as they were when you were out of the city — it was one of the many reasons you tended to jump from smaller villages despite the decline in work there. It reminded you of the home you once knew, where you could play in the dirt just beside your parents’ small cottage while your mother cooked what she could for dinner. Or where your father would sometimes lay with you in the grass to point at the stars — at least, when he wasn’t drinking.

You shook the thought away and ripped your gaze from the sky — reminiscing on faded memories would only lead to trouble, especially when you were supposed to be scouting out the area.

The streets had the usual amount of people for Novigrad; though it wasn’t as bustling as Hierarch square or the Kingfisher inn, drunks stumbled to and from the bar nonetheless.

It was then that you noticed a particular individual — this one wasn’t walking on drunken feet. No, this one was walking with a confidence you only knew from few people, not even counting yourself in those. They wore a similar cloak to your own, their hood pulled far over their face making it harder for you to see. The darkness didn’t help either.

But in the flickering of a nearby torch, you got a look of their face.

Joneta.

“Fuck,” you barely let the word hit the air before you were slipping in the back door to the inn. The fresh air quickly dissipated as you were engulfed in the warmth of the inn, your face heating once again, but this time from…well, that didn’t matter. Not now.

When you made it to the room, you couldn’t help but burst through the door. Your breaths were controlled but your heart was beating out of your chest. And in the room, Julian was still strumming his lute with his feet up on a nearby table.

He barely turned to look at you. “Did you find—“

“We have to go.”

Seemingly ignoring the urgency in your voice, he turned to you with a scrunched nose. “What, now?”

You huffed, trudged over to him, kicked his feet from the table, and gave him the deadliest stare you could muster. “Now.”

“Alright, alright.”

He was getting up from his chair when you picked up on the sound of footsteps coming towards the room. It was a matter of seconds before the door was ripped open, and simultaneously, you had pulled out your knife and thrown it right at the person who walked in the room.

“Shit.” You breathed once you saw it was Geralt. The knife was lodged into the door just next to his head. He only blinked.

“Holy shit.” Julian repeated with more emphasis. “I guess sharpening those knives was worth it.”

You ignored him. “I thought you were—“

“An assassin. There’s one downstairs.”

“I know.”

“And where have you been?” Jaskier placed his hands on his hips, looking pointedly at Geralt.

You cut him off. “Doesn’t matter. We have to go. Now.”

This time, you didn’t let Julian take his sweet time. You practically shoved him out of the room, with Geralt directing you two out of the Inn. You couldn’t help looking behind you every second, afraid someone might have seen you. Joneta was a good assassin, but you never thought she would be able to find your new location so quickly. Maybe she hadn’t even known that you were there — she might have been stopping at the tavern for a drink or a game of gwent. But even if she didn’t mean to find Julian, you couldn’t risk it.

You were out of Novigrad by the time the sun came up. This time, Julian didn’t argue. He followed quietly between Geralt, who led on his horse, and you. Of course, he wasn’t completely quiet— he strummed his lute and hummed a tune that you hadn’t heard before. It was both calming and upsetting; the unnecessary noise made you nervous, because if someone was following you they wouldn’t need to worry about keeping up.

You were looking over you shoulder, searching the past roads for signs of people, when the bard finally spoke. “Well, that was a close one.”

“Too close.” You looked over your shoulder once more, pulling your hood further over your eyes.

Julian turned around to face you, walking backwards with a smirk planted on his lips. “You don’t have to be so skittish, you know. We’re out of the city, just like you wanted.”

His sarcasm wasn’t lost on you; you glared at him from under your hood. “You’re right. You should be the one who is worrying, being the one with coin on his head.”

“Just another part of a thrilling adventure.”

If this was his idea of an adventure, you wanted no part of it. Always being on the run was one thing when you were the one doing the killing. But now you had to worry about someone else’s life, to protect them even if they were an imbecile. Because right now, this imbecile was innocent.

But you didn’t have to help them. You could leave right now. You could leave and let the other assassins kill the bard and take the money, even if he didn’t commit the crimes he was accused of.

And yet…here you were. Walking silently behind two men you didn’t know just a couple days ago, who you would have considered strangers, or possibly future targets. Your morals were fucked up, sure — but you still couldn’t leave this behind. You were invested, determined, to keep this bard safe. At least until you knew for sure that he wasn’t the target you needed. Because if you didn’t do that, you would be just as much of a monster as the ones you killed.

Finally tearing your gaze away from the road behind you, you peered at the men in the darkness. Geralt continued forward on his horse, his head sweeping back and forth as he tried to look for a good place to stop. Julian had his lute on his back now, instead kicking up dirt as he walked. The silence was comfortable for once, but to be honest, that scared you. You didn’t know what these two were to you. That was something you didn’t want to be stuck thinking about. And being stuck in your thoughts almost made you ask Jaskier to play his lute again.

Almost.

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winchest09 · 4 years ago

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The Bunker Party - Debrief

Hey peeps!

Our latest bunker party was just amazing. My cheeks and my stomach still hurt from laughing...Supernatural seriously does have THEE best fandom and I’m so glad to be a part of it.

6 and a half hours we were hanging out for…SIX AND A HALF! But to see so many beautiful faces, hear so many lovely voices and to spend time with new people was just a dream! The support from you guys for each other, the love in this fandom; I can’t express how much I adore it.

Me and @katehuntington love holding these events and we are already planning the next live stream (date to be announced) but it will be in August.

So...to the debrief!

Below you will find:

Everyone who joined - their tags, what’s coming up fic wise and their masterlist.

Announcements - a juicy one this time!

Challenges to join

Blogs who want to help with your writing

Want a link breaker?

Fic & blog recs

So without further ado… *cracks fingers*

You are the guys that make it the live stream what it is. So below is a list of everyone who was on the chat last night accompanied by their masterlist and what they have coming up soon! For your reading pleasure and in no particular order…

@katehuntington: The new chapter of Ride with Me is out NOW and she is currently working on the next instalment. The Sullivan Series is now scheduled to be posted every FRIDAY so keep your eyes peeled for that and she is going to be finishing All I Want soon too!

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@flamencodiva: This babe is currently working on a multitude of things and we are in awe every time she tells us what she has on. She has FINISHED the epilogue of Getting Back To You. She’s working on the next part of What He Lost, What He Found as well as When You Fall. She also has Call of the Ocean and drabbles that are exclusive to her patreon!

Check out her masterlist HERE

@talesmaniac89: This beaut has been working a lot on editing images lately, making aesthetics and dividers for everyone to use! Besides that, she has a new chapter of The Man in Apartment 43 coming out. The next chapter of Missing in Action as well as the next one of Lost.

She is also working on a Benny/Dean oneshot!

She’s created a fake website called HunT and is creating a social media AU set in the universe. The whole story will be told through text messages and emails. It’s NOT one to miss!

Check her out guys, her masterlist is HERE

@whatareyousearchingfordean: Alex is currently writing her next two fictions! With Happiness Begins finished (previously Et Cetera) she has a sequel in the works...as well as her Firefighter Dean AU. From what we’ve already heard…it sounds amazing! I won’t give away any plot points that we were told just yet but it’s one to be put on your watch list!

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@superfanficnatural: This babe is currently working on the next chapters of The Bringer of balance as well as the next chapters of The Choice! He now has a Mafia AU fic in the works and will be collaborating with Alex (whatyousearchingfordean) on “Heavy lies the crown) a Male reader fiction!

We’re living for it!

Go and give him some love, his masterlist can be found HERE

@deanwanddamons: This absolute sweetheart is working on a few things at the moment and I have been given a sneak peak at what her talented little mind is cooking up. The next part of Baby Spoon will be gracing your eyes soon enough as well as updates to the rest of her series...The Show Must Go On anyone? ;)

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@emoryhemsworth: This beaut has broken her lil hiatus and posted the sequel to Because of You. Piece by Piece is amazing and if you haven’t read it yet, i suggest you check it out. She’s also writing her first chapter of her series called “Losing Sleep” as well as a TWD crossover fic!

Check our her masterlist HERE:

@waywardbeanie: This absolute gem of a woman is working on her very first fanfiction called “A Man Of Letters” and it’s an absolute DIAMOND. Dean. Letters. Fluff. Smut. It’s gonna tick all them boxes and it’s a must read!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@janicho88: This lovely lady is working on some absolute winners at the minute. We have Love on the Sidelines that’s coming up as well as the next part of Come Back To Me!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@soaringeag1e: This lovely lady has a lovely full masterlist of things for you to dig your teeth into! There are series, oneshots for Jensen, Dean, Jared, Sam, Misha, Castiel…her new series “Escape” is an absolute MUST READ.

You can find her masterlist HERE

@smol-and-grumpy: Nat has such a juicy masterlist. We were thrilled sto see her in our livestream again. She has just finished Light My Fire and is posting the eye candy that is Euphoria! Also keep your eyes out for a few oneshots coming your way soon...

You can find her masterlist HERE

@jensengirl83: Brandy is an absolute doll and we adore her. She is still relatively new to SPN fanfic but that doesn’t stop her from dominating it! She has over twenty oneshots under her belt already! What he lost, Prom Queen, Letter To Lisa, and Return to Sender are a few you must check out!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@alleiradayne: She is new to our bunker party this week and we absolutely adored having her there! She has been participating in a charity auction for writers (info below) in which she has been writing a commissioned piece as well as outlining a new series which is going to be quote long apparently! But we are SO there for it.

You can find her masterlist HERE:

@mariekoukie6661: Marie has a quite a few things on her masterlist going from SPN to Marvel so definitely some goodies for you to feast your eyeballs on!

You can find her masterlist HERE:

Me: The latest chapter of Life for Rent is out NOW and I’m currently working on the next one, which i’m half way through. I’m also working on Man’s Best Friend as well as a brand NEW series which will be posted once one series is finished. I also have a couple of Dean oneshots I’m working on right now.

My masterlist can be found HERE:

To the readers…

We want to thank you for your constant support, your feedback, your words, your reactions to what we write. Your likes, your reblogs, your asks. We appreciate every single thing you do. So thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We love you.

Also, remember guys - we’re all here to love and support you! My inbox is always open if you want to talk about anything and everything. If you wish to start writing...give any of us a shout. We’re here to help!

@leissa1287 @teresa-67 @jules-1999 & the few nonnies we had!

Thank you for joining the chat and we hope you had an amazing time <3

Go and follow and give them some love!

In this livestream, thanks to @alleiradayne, we found out about a wonderful organisation called Ficfasers, an international fundraising group of authors and artists who love Supernatural. They offer thank yous to people who agree to donate to Random Acts by creating stories/art, crafts, and more for winning bidders and ticket buyers!

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Unfortunately, it appears we JUST missed out on the June auction but we have been told there is another one around the holiday period!

Want to write for Charity?

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Join me in congratulating these amazing blogs as they have surpassed or are close to a follower milestone! @waywardbeanie has past her first 100 followers!

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If you’re not following them already, head on over and show them your support!

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Want to be the first to read new chapters of your favourite fics?

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Ooooooo we have FOUR challenges for you to get involved in!

Firstly, the darling @flamencodiva is holding a celebration in regards to reaching 1700 followers!

Not only is she hosting a character take over on her blog she’s also posted a writing challenge for all us writers out there! This challenge is still ongoing!

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Fancy guiding Sam, Dean or Cas through another French Mistake type event? Take a look at the movie list and get yourself signed up!

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Please note: we’re all super friendly and we’re all here to help you in any way we can, we’re all here to help you!

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In our live stream, we want to highlight what we’ve been reading and the amazing authors behind the words. So below is a list of all the fics that we recommend for some good ol fic binging!

Fic Recs

Long Way Home by @supersleepygoat Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: The Reader moves back to Sioux Falls after college to take care of the home front while Bobby travels for the summer. She is hoping for a quiet place to avoid her past and figure out her broken future. Instead, she finds new complications when she falls for her neighbour.

She also has some lovely Sammy goodness...you can check that out HERE

Business or Pleasure by @snffbeebee Pairing: Alex x reader/ Jensen x reader (eventual)

Summary: Y/N is a new cast member of the Supernatural family and finds herself caught in between Business and Pleasure..It’s not always a good thing to get into but she thinks it might just be worth it!

The Woodsman by @thecleverdame

Pairing: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Summary: A/B/O Fairy Tale - You’re a sheltered, thirty-something princess on the run from your brother, the newly crowned ‘Mad King’ of France. When you’re waylaid by marauders and left for dead in the forest, a gruff woodsman nurses you back to health.

The Oath by @thecleverdame

Pairing: Dark!Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Summary: After an unsuccessful escape attempt, the reader finds herself taken as a spoil of war. She ends up in the bed of a ruthless Alpha, the son of John Winchester, leader of the kingdom of Gilead. She struggles to conceal her true identity and navigate a society where being an Omega means nothing more than serving at the pleasure of powerful men.

Tic Tac Toe by @percywinchester27

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Summary: The reader shifts into a new city after being offered a dream job by a big firm. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect after an ugly break-up with a douche-bag Ex. But things turn out not as dreamy as she’d want them to be and the only thing that keeps her smiling is a totally coincidental game of Tic Tac Toe.

Doc and Sir by @crashdevlin

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: N/A

King and Pet by @crashdevlin

Pairing: Sam x Plus-sized!Reader

Summary: Y/n is very happy to be Dr. Winchester, happy to be Sam’s wife, but when Jack and Kaia send everyone into new universes, Doc is suddenly face-to-face with a very different ‘Sir’.

Cave Quid Optes by @crashdevlin Pairing: Dean x plus-sized!Reader,

Summary: Everything is great in 2029. Everyone is happy, life is good. What could possibly go wrong?

Firefly by @jay-and-dean & @roonyxx

Pairing: Future Dean x reader

Summary: 40 years in Hell, but he didn’t spend all this time all alone, he had her. Prepare to know what happened during those years Dean never talks about. To immerge yourself in Hell, only lit by the mysterious kid growing here…And to see some of your favorite villains again : Crowley, Lilith, Lucifer… And also Sammy and Jack…

Owe You One by @supernatural-jackles

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Summary: Dean Winchester has been your best friend and neighbour for the last year. A year of finding comfort in random drop ins and casual conversations, but neither of you know the pasts that the other has. Not fully. Pasts that come back to haunt you, and ruin everything you want in life. Can you find what you’re seeking in a couple of favours and a good time between the sheets or is history doomed to repeat itself?

Till Death Do Us Part? by @amanda-teaches Pairing: Dean x Reader Fake Engagement AU Summary: At a work party with your best friend, Dean, you panic when your new boss asks if you’re couple. Lying to protect your promotion, you wind up fake engaged before you can take it back. When Dean agrees to go along with your lie for a weekend retreat, you end up finding something neither of you had bargained for: love.

With Wolves by @bamby0304

Pairing: Alpha!Dean, Alpha!Sam, Omega!Reader,

Summary: Known as The Omen, your reputation puts fear in some of the most dangerous and deadly Alphas. So when you’re caught and sent to the worst maximum security facility unknown to man, no one expected an unclaimed Omega to walk through the gates in shackles and an orange jumpsuit. Word circulates, and before long there’s a price on your head. Who will claim the untamed Omega?

Blog Rec:

@idreamofplaid: If you want some Sammy goodness...then this is a must follow blog! Her posts are to die for.

@kittenofdoomage: Kitten has stories that just pull the reader in and gets them obsessed, completely original and fascinating stories.

@bamby0304: Bamby has an impeccable sense of plot and character development and she does it masterfully.

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jbbarnesandnoble · 5 years ago

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Something Borrowed: Part One

Pairing: Teacher!Steve x SingleMom!Reader

Summary: Steve is your attractive neighbor, who happens to be daughters 3rd grade teacher. You’re a single mom with two kids, trying to balance work and raising your children. But never have time for yourself or a relationship. What could go wrong when you’re finally ready to date?

Chapter Summary: it’s the sunday before school starts at your kids new schools. And special occasions require special pancakes.

Warning(s): fluff, an intro to this little family, and a bit of motherly worrying. Warnings will change throughout the series.

Word Count: 1,604

Prompt: Teacher AU

A/N: This is my submission for @marvelfulxbabes writing challenge. I hope you all like this fully little fic of mine! This is my first series for Steve and I have to say I’m very excited about it!! We’re off to a but of a shaky start with this first part. Seeing as this isn’t exactly how i wanted to start this fic off. But i had to stuck with it. This has been a chaotic week to even find the time to breathe, let alone write. I’m sorry:( Feedback is very much appreciated, but never expected and definitely not mandatory!! Hope you enjoy it!

(this isn’t my gif)

The early morning sun peaks through the small spaces in the curtains. Pouring into your room, giving it a warm glow. Sunday’s are your favorite day. They’re peaceful, quiet, and slow paced. At least, that’s how they’re meant to be. With two kids, it makes it hard to find a quiet moment. But today, you found that peaceful -much needed- quiet.

Stretching your arms above your head, pointing your toes out. Your joints crack and pop in a delightful way. You sigh, content when your body relaxes back into the soft mattress. A few moments pass you by. While you enjoy the feeling of staying in bed a little longer today. Another sigh, your feet hit the cool wood of your bedroom floor. When you finally force yourself out of bed. Your feet guide you down the hall, through your home.

It’s a short walk to your kitchen, where your glorious, well loved coffee pot calls to you. A few scoops of coffee grounds and two cups of water later. And your kitchen already smells of coffee. The warm aroma floods your lungs, waking you up. While you wait for the coffee to brew, you take out a few ingredients out for pancakes. Your favorite breakfast food.

Once the coffee is done, your poor yourself a generous amount. Seeing as you’re the only caffeine drinker in the house. You drink it black. Not bothering with cream or sugar.

With a long sip, you feel yourself becoming less sluggish. Now that, that’s done, you focus on the pancakes. Mixing together all the ingredients you need. Throwing in blueberries and lemon zest to make them more special. A couple minutes later and they’re cooked, ready to be eaten. The only problem? You’re missing your two favorite sleepy heads to help you eat them.

Making your way through the livingroom and back down the hallway. You stop in front of your daughter’s door first. Managing to slip in without waking her up. Crossing her room, you stop next to her bed. Crouching down next to her little face. You whisper three little words you know she’ll wake up to. “I made pancakes.” You whispered into her ear, in a sing songy voice. As expected, her green eyes snap open. As wide as ever. “You made pancakes? Blueberry lemon pancakes?” Mary asks, her voice still groggy from sleep. You nod, a smile on your face. Without missing a beat, she sits up. Her blond hair sticks every which way. Wild from her nights sleep.

By the time you stand up, she’s racing down the hall. The sound of her small feet running gets farther and farther away. Then they stop altogether. Before they come racing back towards you. “Did you wake up Harley?” She asks, bouncing on her toes. Her big eyes look up at you, mischief swirls through the green of them. Her toothy smile is a playful one. You shake your head slowly. Mirroring her mischievous expression.

Without saying another word, the two of you ‘sneak’ to the door at the end of the hall. Tiptoeing down the dark hallway. Muffled giggles bounce off of the walls, as you try your best to be sneaky. Easily failing. Her eyes meet your own, both of you whisper as you count down from three. Before opening the door, the room is dark. Except for a sliver of light that peeks through the bottom of the blinds.

Tired of wasting any more time, you turn on the light. Mary runs into the room hopping onto the bed, placed against the wall. Giggles and screams flood the small room. You can’t help but laugh at the sight in front of you.

Mary is sitting on top of her older brother who is yelling, angry the two of you woke him up. Despite the chaos and noise, you feel your heart warming at the sight of your kids. Your kids who you love more than anyone, and anything. In the entire world. “All right, that’s enough. Hop down girly.” Clapping your hands together, you hold them out. Mary pouts, but jumps into your them anyway. “What was that for?” Harley grumbles, pushing his curly brown hair out of his face.

Still holding Mary in your arms. Who’s wrapped around you like a baby koala. You move closer to your son. “I made pancakes.” You smile down at him, giving him a wink. His face softens a bit. “Mary and I didn’t want you to miss out. Isn’t that right?” She nods. You continue. “By having us eat all of them.” turning on your heel, you move towards the door of his room. “But if you would rather sleep-”

“No!” He cuts you off. The excitement for pancakes evident in his voice. Clearing his throat, he continues. “I’m awake now anyway…” he says, trying to put back his facade of disinterested, moody teenager. Not that you believe it for a second. Of course you would never tell him that. For now.

The three of you make your way into the kitchen. You serve up three plates of still warm pancakes. Piled high with extra berries and whipped cream. Extra special toppings for an extra special day. Every year on the Sunday before school starts, you make special, lemon zest and blueberry pancakes. Your kids all time favorite breakfast. It isn’t exclusively for the day before school. It’s for any special occasion. Because special occasions deserves special pancakes.

Grabbing your coffee, you join your kids at the kitchen table. With Mary to your right and Harley across from you. You smile wide at both of them. Before directing a question towards them. “Who’s excited for the first day of school?” The reactions you get from them are both very fitting for their characters. Mary all but bounces up and down. Harley on the other hand looks as if someone ate his pancakes.

His reaction is only fair. It’s their first day of school at their new schools, in a relatively new town. It’s been three months since you moved them here at the beginning of summer, and your kids still haven’t made many friends yet. Mary you aren’t worried about. You wouldn’t be surprised if she became friends with half the class by lunch.

Harley on the other hand, he’s never really fit in. Usually because people tend to misjudge him upon meeting. They don’t take the time to get to know him, or see how kind he can really be. And that scares you. A lot

Monday mornings are a lot different from Sunday’s. It’s a busy, hectic blur as you try to get your kids ready for school and yourself ready for work. Double and triple checking that everyone is ready and has all of their things. You head out the door. The three of you pile into your old truck. You pray it starts. You’re pretty sure Hayley prays it doesn’t. You breathe out a sigh of relief when it does. After a couple tries.

It’s a short, mostly quiet drive. Except for Mary’s excited ramblings. First it’s Mary’s stop. Planting a kiss on her forehead, she hops out of your truck. Her red polka dot dress twirls as she spins around to wave bye. Next is Harley’s school. Glancing over your heart breaks. He’s as close to the door as possible. Staring at the floor. “Har, what’s wrong?” You ask, despite knowing the answer. With him, even if you know what’s going on in his mind. It’s best to ask, otherwise he’ll clam up. Stop talking all together.

A few minutes pass in silence. When you pull up to his school. He finally speaks. “Can’t I just stay home today. It’s not like we’re learning anything important. Just intro to classes.” He mumbles, you almost don’t hear what he says. “Ok,” you state plainly. When he looks at you, his hazel eyes stare at you with gratitude. “Really?” He says louder this time. You nod. “They’ll teach you things you already know. So why go. Right?” He nods again.

Then you look at him fully, face serious. But not angry or upset in anyway. Your eyes remain soft. “But, you can’t do that. No you’re Harley y/l/n and you love school. You love to learn. To build new things.” Pausing, you make sure he’s still listening. He is. You watch as his once hopeful eyes changes to something else. You continue to look at him, despite his eyes shifting towards the ground. You continue. “And sure, people suck. But I hear they have an awesome math and physics teacher. And don’t even get me started on the science lab.”

When his eyes meet yours again, you wink. It pulls a smile from him. It’s tiny, barely even there. But a smile nonetheless.

“Thanks ma.” Saying in the tiniest of voices, he grabs his bag off of the floor, placing it in his lap. “You’re gonna crush it, Har.” Your words are genuine. You mean it. He’s the smartest kid you know. He’s already built three robots and you know he’ll build more. Which is why the school isn’t the part that worries you. But you don’t say that. He doesn’t need to know you worry about that too.

A soft click of his seatbelt and a hand hovering over the door handle. He hesitates. “I love you.” Turning around, he wraps you in a hug. Whispering his words in your ear. “I love you too.” With that he disappears as he enters the small brown building. You head to work. Trying not to worry about your kids.

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superthiccthighssavelives · 5 years ago

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I won’t lie to you all, I haven’t been able to write lately, and not because of time or lack of...but because I haven’t felt it, or had any idea how to restart.

It’s been a weird 2 months since I’ve stopped, but tonight, I hit that mood again. Granted, I didn’t work on Give Me a Try (sorry), but I wanted to write something to get out the bugs and dust off the rust so I wouldn’t screw anything up. I do not want my stale ass writing a boring or dull chapter to give you after so long.

So I wrote a super smutty, short little blurb. Just to get back in the groove. Read if you’d like, if you need a fix lol. I feel better now, and as I was typing this (it took like 4 or 5 hours *eyeroll*) I felt the kinks being worked out and my ability creeping back.

Anyway...here’s a fun little self-given prompt.

You don’t like Taron’s cooking, you’d much prefer tastier things ;)

Dinner

I can’t wait to get home, I’ve been working so much, it feels like I live there. Always in the studio, sometimes on a live set, it’s practically my life these days. I can’t complain too much, it’s never permanent, but it lasts long enough at times to exhaust me.

The drive is a blur, you know the kind where you zone out and arrive and don’t have a clue how you made it? That’s me today. The shoot is almost over, mostly small reshoots and pick up scenes, so the days are shorter.

My stomach is rumbling, I forgot when I ate last, I think it was a bagel this morning, or was that yesterday? Either way, I needed something in my belly. Taron and I take turns cooking most days, he cooks a lot when I’m on a job, and vice versa.

The smell wafted through the house as I entered the door, I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, he likes to try new and exotic things pretty often. I do consider myself an adventurer, except when it comes to food. Most of the time he just shakes his head and laughs at me, other times he legitimately gets offended. He’s moody as hell sometimes. I’ve learned how to deal with it, I always have my ways of making him feel better.

I hear music playing, the smell getting stronger as I make my way to the kitchen. I sneak up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I swear, it feels like I haven’t seen or touched him in months, just my body against his feels like absolute bliss. “What’s for dinner?” He turns around placing his hands on either side of my face and places a gentle kiss on my lips. “Hello sweetheart, how was your day?” I scrunch my face “I’m just glad to be home, I’m starving, what are we having?” 99% of the time, when he cooks, it’s something I would never think to put together. Or eat. Tonight was no different. I tried to control my face when he listed off the ingredients, none sounded appealing in the slightest. My stomach was betraying me though, and right about now I’d eat almost anything.

“Come taste” He held out a spoon, hand underneath to prevent it from dripping. I stood in place for a moment, almost scared to get closer. I really didn’t want an argument tonight. “Come on then” His eyes watched, waiting for me to move. It wasn’t terrible, but not something I’d voluntarily eat. My face gave way to a sly smile “I know something I’d like to have more” He cocked an eyebrow “Oh?”

I took the spoon from his hand, placing it on the counter behind him. “Mmhmm” My hands slid up the front of his shirt and landed clasped on the back of his neck, my lips following. I inhaled him, the scent of his cologne making me high. I kissed slowly, up his neck, to his earlobe, whispering how much I missed him, down his jaw, my tongue peeking out to trace the sharp lines before finding his lips. I wanted to devour him, breathe him in. His hair was tight in my grasp, pulling him closer, if that were even possible, I needed him like I needed air. I couldn’t breathe fast enough, I want him to take it all from me, just so I could fill him, every part of my love flowing inside him.

My body shivered hearing a gentle moan escape his lips as my hands found their way underneath the white t-shirt separating us. I removed it as fast as I could, so my mouth could taste him. I didn’t want to miss an inch, my fingers and tongue touching every spot in front of me. “Baby” his voice was barely above a whisper, but full of lust. I went for the button on his jeans, popping it open, and practically tearing his zipper off, I needed to feel him, how I made him feel, how much he wanted me. There was too much in between us, too much fabric. I wanted it gone, I wanted to touch every sliver of him.

In an instant the barrier was gone. My fingers grazed the smooth skin of his cock, up and down, teasing him. His breath hitched, his mouth finding mine again to crash into. I squeezed, just a bit, enough to show a hint of what's to come. I shook, feeling his teeth clutch my lip, stinging with a delicious pain. I smiled against him, knowing what we both wanted so badly, and what I was readily willing to give. My knees settled on the cool floor, my hands trailing up his thighs. Our eyes met, fire blazing in his, mine full of desire and hunger. Every second I wasn’t touching him felt like an eternity. My mouth welled up, anticipating the next few. I wanted to take my time and revel in this moment, but I also wanted to violate him completely with pure pleasure. My impatience won, my mouth taking over before I had a chance to decide. My hand enveloped his erection, my tongue eagerly lapping every millimeter of skin in its wake, circling the tip, and the slight outline around it.

Every sound escaping him was bringing me higher, I soaked up each moan, groan and lustful grunt. I loved every one, I could drown in them. Knowing what I could do gave me the satisfaction and motivation to give more. His hands were frantic, gripping the counter behind him, one falling to wrap my hair into it. He guided me gently, sliding in and out of my mouth with ease. The pace was almost too slow, even though I wanted him to savor it, every second. I craved more of his sweet voice, describing the pleasure coursing through him. I wanted him to lose control, to give in, release it all to me.

It's a strange gratification to know what you’re capable of, and the power you weild with just your tongue. You can get lost in it, and I wanted nothing more right now. I kept a steady rhythm, picking up momentum quickly. I didn’t know how much longer he would last, but I needed every second to be sheer bliss. I couldn’t control myself much longer either, I was so consumed with giving him nirvana, reaching the peak. There was a prominent ache that wouldn’t go away, that comes every time he’s near. It completely overtakes me, leaving me begging for more.

His words staggered with every slip of my tongue, every inch of him that brushed against my warm swollen lips. I tightened my grip a bit more, feeling his length against the back of my throat, going deeper with every pass. The most euphoric “Fuck” slipped from his mouth, exaggerated and primal. I couldn’t help but moan, loving the feel of his cock slippery and hot, sliding over my lips repeatedly. His stability was fading, his knees beginning to buckle. I knew he was close, but I didn’t want it to end. “Mmm baby, you taste so good” I caught his eyes, full of ecstasy and salacity, looking down at me. I held his gaze while he slid further into my mouth. A low hiss escaped him as his eyes and head rolled back. I felt a tug of my hair, pushing me closer, deeper, completely taking him all in.

His breathing became labored, stuttered, he was about to come undone, so close. He growled my name, losing his voice shortly after, purring sweet and delectable expletives, telling me he was close, how good my lips felt wrapped around him, how much he loved watching me suck his cock. I loved these moments, he was such a loving, sweet person, but like this, he was carnal. It exhilarated me, I fed off it. These private, passionate, beautifully sensual moments, just us, in our own world, no one would know. No one could break that bubble.

“Baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop” I obliged, squeezing more firmly, gathering more moisture, moaning louder, humming against him, eliciting small vibrations to secure the pending explosion. With one more chasmic thrust, all control was lost. His body shook, his voice echoing throughout the room, releasing every bit that was left of his will.

His eyes sprung open, a lazy smile plastered across his face. He pulled me up, shaking his head, slightly laughing. “You...you’re...oh shit!” The smell of whatever he was cooking took on a charred scent and has now gathered into a mass of burned liquid. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” His face was covered in leftover orgasmic rush, cheeks pink and flushed, but still with that cheeky smile. “I don’t have the slightest clue what you mean darling.” I winked, bringing my lips to his.”Pizza?”

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