#breathes havily

[ekleipsi]

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜ // ( citri wanting to hold hands .. mayhaps .. for faye. )

--- Aspect of Leo had come to appreciate the quiet attentiveness that Citri offered; she didn't know the woman all that well, but despite her vanity, she was observant in many ways. Citri was quiet, cautious, thoughtful- she paid attention to small details and had quite an eye for fashion and garments and that spoke to Faye above many things. The smaller femme was...reclusive as well, though, guarded with her emotions and avoidant of both emotional and physical affection. Such had been a learning curve for the taller, so used to being in others personal bubbles.

--- She stood comfortably on a small makeshift dais in the rider's cottage, hoping the comfort of home might relax her as opposed to Faelan inviting the dainty woman to the more highly trafficked fashion facilities she often had fittings done in. Liquid golden hues watched the focused way mirrors set upon each stitch, careful and diligent and nearly reverent with each twine of fingers along thread and needle.

--- It was positively mesmerizing to watch. Like a hypnotic pendulum, she couldn't tear her eyes away- perhaps it was her cat like nature? She couldn't have said for certain, but soon enough she stepped down from the area when the stitchwork was complete, allowing for Citri to help her put the bodice portion of the dress on as soon as the soft, chiffon material brushed just above her knees. ' This is lovely, you know...it almost makes me feel like a woodland nymph~. ' a fanged smile pulls at her lips in amusement, spinning one way and then the other as she admired the artistry.

--- ' You've...such a deft hand for this sort of thing, have you...considered doing it professionally? ' a thoughtful hum, her usual boisterous arrogance only temporarily tamed- for once she wore flats, a simple pair of sandals, as she stepped close to the door. ' Care for a walk? To see how it holds up with basic movement? ' an excuse, she knew as much and wondered if Citri did as well, mischief brimming just beneath long lashes.

--- Famine incarnate did not seem opposed to such, almost eager to accompany the lioness out and along forested path. There was a comfortable silence settled between them, bodies so close together that one step had Faye's fingertips brushing against Citri's own; the touch was a shock of sensation. Pale doll-like features were so cool and such a contrast to the warmth of Leo's own flesh, slightly tanned with exposure to the sun. ' Sorry- ' an apology was immediate, out of courtesy if nothing else, though surprise danced across features at response.

--- ' Mm...only a fool would question such an honor. ' a leonine purr escaped- and where most might have simply cupped hands together, careful and delicate, Faelan boldly slipped her own slender digits between the smaller ones of her companion, lacing them together and squeezing cool palm gently, enveloping it with heat. ' Thank you, princess~. ' she hummed softly, sincerely, tilting head towards the other in gratitude.

[saytrrose]

also aRETHOSE CLWAS

BREATHING HAVILY SCRATCHIGN THE WALLS

Better to dig into your hips with

[metalbound]

hi yes. You balance his weird sense of humor with an awful lot of pain that lurks just beneath and explodes outwards in anger when prodded so well, and I genuinely enjoy your interpretation of him. Every thread is fun to read, and you establish great dynamics with each of your partners very quickly, which is hard to find in an rp partner. Okay byeeee.

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|| dsfdgsafhgasa yeah sure just. Leave me here while I cry in eternal happyness. Don't mind me. Go without me, LEAVE ME, I'LL BE FINE-

No but seriously. Thank you so much, it means a lot to me, you have no idea. I always fear my portrayal to suck in comparison to others (and I really should be old enough by now to not compare, we're all beautiful individuals with our own interpretation) and I also feel that my take on him may be a bit ... 'interesting'? I don't think that everyone agrees with it hgdfhjgdf. So it feels even better when someone likes it! Thank you very much friend.

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[jxngh]

Hey! It's me again with another request. 😅

What about a Hoseok that everyone underestimate and think that just because he's so adorable, a true gentleman and even cheesy that they don't think he can be good at bed.

So, some girls make a bet (idk let's pretend their work colleagues or they're in college, what suits you better) what they don't know is, that Hoseok somehow, actually finds out about this bet, but he's not bother at all, on the contrary, he's beyond thrilled since he's been wanted to fuck hard OC, so this is his chance to prove her how wrong she actually is.

The player will be end up being played.

A good boy with a little a very dirty secret behind doors. What do you think? 👀

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your sweet boss is made a party for the ones who freshly started work with you. you didn't expect anything less from a gentleman as him. he was always disciplined but never not supportive and adorable. sometimes even cheesy.

you and your work colleagues were in the party. and after some food and drinks - and not seeing him around - they basically started gossipping. you were trying to be friends with the new colleagues but you all were in the same conversation so you kinda had to be in it.

"soo... what do you guys think about your new boss?" asked one of your close colleagues. she loved gossipping and stuff like that, was so fun all the time.

"he's super sweet...i don't know if it's because we're new to be honest." said the new girl. and the new boy added "i feel like he's a gentleman but...we don't know how is he in bed right?" he made a funny voice. you all laughed.

"bet he's not good at bed, seems too soft." your fun friend said while she's taking another bite from the food. and she turned to you before asking. "what do you think, __?"

"i don't know..." you looked at her, then the others. "he seems vanilla but i can't really say if he's bad."

they talked about it a little then the conversation changed.

you were still thinking about it tho. the thing you didn't know was that he heard your talk while he's getting another drink from a table closer to you guys.

after a week from the party, to check your work, he came to your room. at least that was what you thought. you thought that you did something wrong and he was here to show you how to fix it. as he did multiple times before.

but no, here he was showing you the plans of the new design of the office from the computer, too close to your face while he's behind the chair you're sitting at. you couldn't focus on the screen because of him.

and you couldn't decide if it's smell that is making your mind dizzy or the tone of his voice. there was definitely something different today.

"are you even listening __?" he asked and that was when you really started listening. your attention was on his side profile which is looking like he's a painting.

"oh uhm yes. sorry, i got distracted." you confessed.

that put a grin to his face. he came closer to you, leaving a deep breath. you felt small tingles on your neck.

"you're one of my best workers and you always listen carefully what i say, __. is something wrong?" he asked you, eyes traveling to your lips for a millisecond. the gap between you two was so small, you could feel his capturing smell making your mind dumb.

"n-nothing." you stuttered, trying too hard to look at him in the eyes. your mind was screaming at you that you should get back but you just stayed still.

he took a deep breath and tilted his head.

"is this vanilla?"

wha- what was he talking about? why did he just highlight the word? did he hear you talking? shit. you were going to be fired if he did. plus you didn't want him to hear those words, you just said it. ugh.

your eyes widened but you tried to act like he's talking about something else.

"what is?" you looked up at him, his breathtaking features. the grey suit was covering his body so well. damn, you thought.

he looked at you and talked before slightly smirking.

"the colour, __. what else could it be?"

you looked down and gulped before looking at him again.

"i d-don't know sir." you felt your cheeks getting hotter, shit. what was happening to you? you weren't exactly a shy type of woman but the sudden hint made you flustered.

he held the armrests of your chair and turned you to face him, then he gently nipped your chin and made you look up.

"why are you getting red? tell me what's on your mind, baby." he said staying still and leaving only few centimeters between your faces.

him calling you that sent a flutter to your heart. what happened to the sweetest boss you had? and more importantly, why did you want him so bad with just a word?

"thought you were thinking that i'm vanilla, but here you are getting even more red with a 'baby'..."

fuck. he knew. he knew what you've said. you wanted to speak and tell him that he misunderstood or something, at least try to fix this someway. but you couldn't, not when you were that close. you opened your mouth but no words came out. and your brain focused on his breath brushing your lips, he was looking amazing.

"i can prove you wrong baby. bet you'll only think and talk about me." he said before brushing his lips to yours for a second. you closed your eyes. then he watched your face with lust filled gaze of his.

your hand found his neck and pulled him close to a kiss. it was intense, wasn't so slow but not fast either. you felt his hands coming down and holding your waist, then down and grabbing your ass while he sucked your bottom lip. after that he lifted you and made you sat on your table.

he started to give your ass hard squeezes while groaning into your mouth.

"mmmh " he said before spreading your legs and rolling his hips against yours.

he was so hard and you were sure your panties were wet after that kiss. and now he was sucking marks to your neck to collarbone. you loved the feeling of getting marked by him. the way he touched you were mind-numbing.

"mmph, please." you moaned, not able to opening your eyes from the feeling.

he smirked and held your waist tightly. then rolled his hips to yours, it was harder this time.

"name it baby. please what?" he asked leaving a peck to the sweet spot under your ear. it sent tingles to your body, you held his head and pulled him closer. now you were face to face, his eyes were half lidded and full with lust, looking deeply into your ones.

"please sir, prove me wrong." you said breathily.

he smiled for a second, then kissed your lips hungrily. then with a low moan he sent his tongue to meet yours. and yeah,he was so good at it. it was like his tongue is dancing on yours. you couldn't help but whimper.

you felt his hands getting under your dress, playing with the thin waistband while he leaves low grunts to your mouth. the vibration was making you feel some type of way. your whimpers were telling the same thing.

your hands found his belt and unbuckled it without breaking the intense kiss you've having with him. he slid your panties aside and started to rub his hand to your wetness.

"fuck." he breathed havily. "all of this is for me? fuck baby, you make me wanna ruin you."

you smiled and palmed his erection, getting low curses from him. you could feel him twitching.

"i'm ready sir." you said, looking at his hungry expression. your hands were resting on the waistband of his underwear. you slowly pulled it down.

he was long and pretty. and definitely ready to fuck. the gray suit he wore was looking so rich, and the fact that he still had it on was a turn on to you.

he didn't waste anymore time and pushed himself to you in one thrust. your moans and his grunts mixed. he was holding your waist and sucking your neck.

"ah sir, move. please."after checking your face he continued his movement slowly. you could feel every inch of him, he was so deep and filling you so well.

he started to move faster, making you jolt with every push of his hips. you needed to get support from your hands, holding the table tightly.

"such a pretty baby, spreading herself for me on her table, crying under me." he said pulling himself back almost fully. "still thinking i'm vanilla?" he said and pushed himself harder, finding the spot easily. and now he was fucking you rough.

"n-no sir, ohh yes." you replied and felt your high coming, by the way his dick twitches inside of you after every moan of yours you could tell he's close too.

he kept his pace, made you lose control of your moans while he leaves low grunts to your neck, whispers dirty stuff to your ear.

"come as i say pretty." he said and gave deep thrusts, getting faster and going slower and deeper again. your pussy started to clench like crazy. if you weren't being held by him you'd probably fall because how hard he fucks.

"come." he said and you both came, you were a moaning mess.

he pulled himself out and fixed your dress after fixing his suit, getting ready to leave.

"guess i proved it all wrong, huh?" he said, watching your not so out of bliss face. it was a strong high.

"i can't believe i thought that sir." you said looking at his lips involuntarily. you were still between your desk and him. he moved closer and kissed you slowly. then his hands found the marks he left on your skin.

"everybody will know who left these marks on you baby. you can cover it up... or you can keep it and i can take you a proper date tonight. cause this wasn't just sex for me. what'd you say?"

his words made your heart flutter. you couldn't help but smile.

"of course."

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Andrew shivered. His eyes were wide-open, he was havily breathing and sweating. He stood right next to the door that opened to the stage. He didn't knew if the animatronics were still there.

Hide away from the glitch, this was what he had to do.

But it was a lot harder then it sounded. He sat down on the floor as his heart was beating as hard as it could. But for a moment, it felt like his heart stopped when he heard footstrps coming from the hallway.........

[fanfics4all]

Hotchners Are Strong

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Word count: 2223

Warnings: Haley dying, some cursing, and that should be it. 

Y/N: Your Name 

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My older brother Aaron was a big time FBI agent. I also worked for the FBI, but I was in a different area then him. I worked with trying to find children, but I was trained in profiling, Aaron made sure of that. Currently someone was after the team, specifically my brother. If he was after my brother that means he was after me as well. They brought me in on the investigation. 

“Alright, what do we got?” I asked walking into the round room. 

“What are you doing here?” Aaron asked. 

“I was brought in, this guy’s after you which means he’s after me.” I said. 

“I know, but you should be in protection.” He said and I shrugged. 

“You and I both know I would be more useful here.” I said and he sighed. 

“So what do we have?” I asked. 

“We just got approved to go to Foyet’s hideout. We found him.” Rossi said. 

“Great, let’s get this fucker.” I said and walked out of the room. 

We were in the building across the street watching for any movement in Foyet’s apartment. There was nothing. It was annoying, but we needed to wait for Morgan’s call. 

“Swt’s getting antsy.” JJ said coming up to us. 

“I’ll tell them when it’s time to go. Right now we sit tight. Let them know.” Morgan responded and JJ walked back over to them. 

“These guys are trained to move, not just sit around. I can’t really say that I blame them.” He said. 

“He might not even be there anymore.” Spencer said. 

“I know and the longer we sit here, the further away he gets.” Morgan said. 

“You make the best clal you can, kid.” Rossi said. 

“I say we go in.” I said. 

“It could be a trap.” Spencer said. 

“Yeah, but like Morgan said. The longer we sit here the further away he gets.” I said. 

“Alright, this is what we’re gonna do. We’ll send someone with a camera to look under the door and see if he’s there. Undercover.” He said and we nodded. 

“Better than doing nothing.” I said and texted my brother the plan. Him and Emily came up to watch. 

“You getting the signal?” The undercover agent asked. 

“Copy.” Morgan said. 

“No warm bodies. Looks like a kitchen table, chair.” 

“Is that a laptop on the table?” Spencer asked. 

“It could be useful.” Emily said. 

“Is that food?” Morgan asked. 

“Get closer to that.” Rossi said. 

“Wait, go back. What’s that on the floor?” Aaron asked. 

“It’s his mail.” I said. 

“Yeah.” Aaron said and pulled his gun out. We all followed and rushed to the apartment. Swat broke down the door and we rushed inside. 

“What happened?” Emily asked. 

“He’s not coming back here. He left an untouched meal.” Aaron said. 

“You drop your mail like this when you’re startled, when you need to get out of dodge quick.” Rossi said. 

“So something tipped him off. He knew we were coming.” I said. 

“Suitcases are open, some clothes are missing. There’s a safe with a stash of guns in it.” Morgan said. 

“He didn’t even bother to lock them up again.” JJ said. 

“If he’s in a hurry, he’ll make a mistake.” Rossi said. 

“Yeah, but when Foyet gets cornered, he starts killing.” Aaron said and walked off. 

“We’re not gonna let that happen.” Morgan said. 

“We need to get Garcia on this.” Emily said looking at the laptop.

“I’ll talk to my brother.” I said and followed him into the other room. 

“He’s ahead of us…” He said. 

“I know, but you need to focus. Don’t let him get into your head.” I said and he sighed. 

“He’s already in it.” He said and I sighed. 

“Aaron, you’re strong and with two Hotchner’s on this case, We’ll catch him.” I said and he turned to face me. 

“You shouldn’t be on this case at all.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“You really thought I would be okay with just being on the sidelines with some psycho after my family?” I asked and he sighed. 

“You should know me better than that by now Aaron.” I said and he nodded. 

“I do know you, that’s why you should be in protection.” He said and I shurgged. 

“Well not gonna happen, so get over it.” I said with a smirk and he rolled his eyes. 

“Guys! We got something!” Morgan called and we walked back into the room. 

“He is creepy good.” Garcia said. 

“How good?” Spencer asked. 

“He wiped his hard drive. Might have been in a hurry to leave, but whatever was on there, he did not want us to see it.” She answered. 

“Garcia, tell me that you’re hacked in and that you can rebuild it.” Morgan said. 

“Whatch me work, darling.” She said. 

“Hello.” She said after a moment. 

“What have you got?” Aaron asked. 

“Um, he had an internet alarm on the name Peter Rhea. it alerted him as soon as we ran a check on it.” Garcia said. 

“What else did he wipe?” I asked and pictures started flashing on the screen. 

“Garcia, wait a minute. Freeze it right there.” Morgan said and she did. 

“Oh my God, isn’t that-” JJ cut herself off. 

“That’s the U.S. Marshal assigned to my family.” Aaron said pulling out his phone. 

“Foyet’s been watching him this whole time?” Emily asked. 

“Sam, it’s Aaron. We found Foyet’s location, but he has surveillance photos of you. Call me for a meet location or we’re on our way to you.” He said and hung up. 

“We’re gonna need to deploy another Swat unit.” Morgan said. 

“That’s gonna take another half hour.” JJ said. My brother turned and left the room. 

“Hotch?” Rossi called. 

“Go. Go!” Morgan said. We followed him out. We rushed to the Marshall’s house and Rossi and Hotch went in first. We followed behind. 

“I tried. I’m sorry.” He said.

“What are you sorry for?” Aaron asked. 

“I… I tried.” He said again. 

“Are Jack and Haley safe?” My brother asked. Sam just started breathing havily. 

“Sam, tell me what happened.” He begged. 

“I don’t know how he got in...” Sam said. 

“I need to understand. Does he know where Jack and Haley are?” He asked. 

“I didn’t…” Sam said. 

“What about her phone number? What her safe phone number?” He asked. 

“I didn’t… It won’t matter. ” Sam said. 

“I- It tried, Hotch.” Sam said and the paramedics came. My brother got in the back with them and that was it. My brother called Morgan and told us what was happening. My brother had a car and he knew a location, you didn’t need to be a profiler to know what was happening next. 

“Hotch is calling Foyet.” Garcia said. 

“Damn it Aaron!” I said shaking my head. Garcia put the call on speaker and he was telling him his life story. We were listening in to hear what he was doing. The called ended and we didn’t know where he was, yet. 

“Alright, Foyet has to be in control. He had Haley come to him.” Morgan said. 

“Yeah, but where would he take her?” Spencer asked. 

“He’d want Hotch to find him, to see where he was, to see what he did.” JJ said. 

“Which means he-”

“He said something on that call that tells hotch where to go.” Rossi said cutting Emily off. 

“Reid, what did he say exactly?” Morgan asked. 

“”Haley’s hair looks good dark. She’s lost some weight. It must be because of all the stress you caused her. Where’s the little man? Oh, there he is now. Do you think he likes Captain America because of you? That’s your wife on the other line. Hold, please. 

“Hi. Open the gate and I’ll drive in.” Spencer said quickly. 

“Open the gate?” Rossi said. 

“It would be someplace with the biggest emotional impact for Hotch.” Emily said. 

“And Haley has access to the gate.” Morgan said. 

“He took them to their house. When they lived together.” I said realizing where they were. 

“Of course. Foyet planned this all the way to the end. It’s everything to him.” Emily said. 

“We don’t have time to talk, we need to go.” I said already on my way out. I had my phone out calling my brother. 

“Y/N.” He answered. 

“He’s going to your house.” I said. 

“I know.” He said. 

“Morgan is sending out a full tactical deployment.” I said. 

“Good.” He said. 

“We’re on our way. Don’t do anything stupid big bro.” I said and he hung up. 

“Foyet’s calling Hotch.” Garcia said. 

“Garcia, can you get us on?” Morgan asked. 

“Foyet.” Aaron answered. 

“Aaron?” Haley’s voice rang through. 

“You’re okay?” She asked. 

“I’m fine.” He answered. 

“But… He said that… Oh Aaron.” She said. 

“He can hear us, right?” He asked. 

“Yes. I am so sorry.” She said. 

“Haley, show him no weakness, no fear.” He said. 

“I know. Sam told me all about him. Is he, uh…”

“No, Sam is fine.” Aaron said cutting her off. 

“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron. Is that why your marriage broke up, because you’re a liar?” Foyet asked. 

“Don’t listen to him, Haley.” My brother said. 

“I have Sam’s service phone right here. They sent out a mass text about his death. You can take a look if you want.” Foyet said. 

“He’s trying to scare you.” Aaron said. 

“Did you even tell her what this was about? About the deal?” Foyet asked and I looked at the team confused. 

“He’s just trying to make you angry.” Aaron said. 

“Well, she should be. She’s gonna… D-I-E because of your inflated ego.” Foyet said. 

“Ignore him, Haley.” Aaron said. 

“I’m sure you don’t want her to know this part either. You know, all he had to do was stop looking for me and you wouldn’t be in this mess.” Foyet said. 

“Don’t react.” Aaron said. 

“What is he talking about?” Haley asked. 

“Tell Jack I need him working the case.” Aaron said. 

“What?” She asked. 

“Tell Jack I need him working the case.” He repeated. 

“Jack. Did you hear that?” She asked. 

“Hi, Daddy.” Jack’s voice came through the phone and I felt my heart clench. 

“Hi, buddy.” My brother said choked up. 

“Is George a bad guy?” Jack asked. 

“Yes, he is. Jack, I need you on this case with me. Do you understand? I need you to work the case with me.” Aaron said. 

“Okay, Daddy.” He said and my eyes started watering. 

“Jack, hug your mom for me.” Aaron said.  

“Mommy hug me too tight.” He said. 

“I’m sorry.” She siad. 

“Why are you sad?” He asked. 

“Oh, I just love you so much.” She said. 

“Mommy, I gotta go. I’m working the case.” He said.

“Okay.” She said. 

“He’s so cute. He’s like a little juniot G-man. I’ll be right up, Jackie boy!” Foyet shouted.  

“Is he gone?” Aaron asked. 

“Yes.” She said.

“You’re so strong, Haley. You’re stronger than I ever was.” He said. 

“You’ll hurry, right?” She asked. 

“I know you didn’t sign on for this.” He said. 

“Neither did you.” She said. 

“I’m sorry for everything.” He said. 

“Promise me that you will tell him how we met and how you used to make me laugh.” She said. 

“Haley…” He said. 

“He needs to know that you weren’t always so serious, Aaron. I want him to believe in love, becuase it is the most important thing. But you need to show him. Promise me.” She said. 

“I promise.” He said. I was already in tears, but when I heard those three gunshot go off I broke. We were in the dark now. It was only my brother that could actually do anything… By the time we go there Aaron was beating the shit out of Foyet. Morgan pulled him off him and he was dead. He ran off and I followed him. He ran to his office and opened up a chest that was next to his dead. 

“I work the case Daddy, just like you said.” Jack said and I felt relief flud my vein. 

“You did a great job, buddy.” He said. 

“What happened to you, Daddy?” Jack asked. 

“I’m okay. I want you to go outside with Aunt Y/N okay?” He said and gently pushed him my way. 

“Aunt Y/N!” He said and ran to me. 

“Hey buddy.” I said picking him up. 

“Is Daddy okay?” He asked. 

“Daddy is gonna be fine, how about we go outside and draw. You wanna draw?” I asked. 

“Yeah!” He said with a smile. 

The next day I was brought in to talk about my brother. 

“Do you think Agent Hotchner was in the right mind set?” Strauss asked. 

“No my brother was not in the right mind set. His family was in danger and he would do anything to save them. If he didn’t kill Foyet, I would have.” I said and she looked at me. 

“You would have killed him?” She asked. 

“He was after my family too.” I said and she nodded. 

“That’s all we need to know.” She said and I nodded. I left and I went into the round table room where everyone was watching Jack. I smiled at him smiling, he still didn’t really know what was happening… 

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Will you ever notice me? Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character

Summary: During they wandering in deep snowstorm, man from van der Linde gang found odd looking girl and Dutch decides to take her to camp to see if she can be any use, leading life of outlaw with them. Quickly, new girl develops feelings towards Arthur, but he sees her just as a kid...and she won't take that! It's an original character story that starts in the place where Arthur, Dutch and Micah were supposed to first meet with Sadie. Instead she's already with them. Author’s notes: Hi, I’m new to all that stuff but I tried to write a story and keep this romance slow burning. Also, if the grammar is weird sometimes it’s because english is my second language. ^^ Hope you gonna enjoy it and get back and be ready for drama.

Words count: 2790 Chapter 1 Iris heard gunshots sounds coming from the outside and she curled even more, hidden behind big wooden table with rock in her hand. She did not have any plan, she just imagined that if anyone will come here, she will tear them apart. Her knuckles became white as she grasped cold, uneaven ans sharp surface of a rock. Local gang, O'Driscolls have taken everything from her. They murdered her only brother, the only provider of their household and then this bizzare blizzard happened. Gang searched home for food and all she had left in the end was pack of oatcakes. At first she tried to hunt something using a gun or a bow but she didn't posses enough amo for more than one attempt. So she was sitting there, for almost a week without food and water she needed she drank by eating snow. The O'Driscolls killed her brother and would probably kill her but she was small enough to hide in one of kitchen cabinets. Iris was listening in terror as one of Colm's man slaughter her older brother, Olgierd and she couldn't do anything at this moment - all she possessed then was her night gown, wet from sweat she produced in this stressful moment, sticking to her body. All she could do was to not get killed. She wasn't some kid but her small, petite almost elvish frame and big eyes in bright, toxic green color made her look like one. Or at least younger than she really was. Door to her cabin opened and she saw pair of high boots but owner of boots didn't saw her. Good. It was dark and howling of the wind masked sound of her breathing. Iris waited till he turned around to search thru cabinet. She jumped, he screamed and fall on the floor unconscious. - Micah?! - Dutch furrowed his brows - Arthur, come on, we need to check on him. - Sure - outlaw murmured. If it was for him, he wouldn't check if Micah Bell is safe. He would even make sure that whatever put Micah in danger would kill him. Iris grabbed Micah's guns. She wasn't some Missy who couldn't hold weapon properly. Olgier tought her how to shoot. If this weather wasn't so wild and the amount of amo so short she would be prospering much better now. - Miss? Hey! - Dutch tried to use his charming tone and put his hand in the air. So did Arthur, his emerald eyes piercing thru silhouette in front of them. It was a girl, pale and freckeled, with long black hair that was tangled, her green eyes looking in their direction with fear. Arthur saw one more thing in those odd eyes - fury. - Take him and go away, please! - Iris tightened her grip around guns - I have no interest in harming you - her voice was soothing and sad and she tried to ignore the fact it sounded ridiculous. She reminded Arthur of some kind of magic dryad. - You look like you couldn't harm anyone, miss - Dutch grinned and without any waring he catched her in his arms. Iris dropped one of the guns, the other one was fired in the wooden floor. - GO AWAY! - she screamed at the top of her lungs - LEAVE ME BE! I HAVE NOTHING! - Jesus, girl - Arthur chuckled while he was checking on Micah. Idiot was knocked out but throwing him right in the snow will wake him up - Life wasn't best for you so far, wasn't it? - I have nothing - she sobbed, dangling in Dutch's arms like she was toy made from rags - I have only pack of oatcakes...You can have them if you want...but it's already opened - tone of her voice changed. Iris realised that those man will take these oatcakes and will probably rape and kill her. It will be at least quicker death than starvation. Dutch put her on the floor and with quick, swift move he took away another of Micah's guns. Iris eyes was wandering from Dutch to Arthur to Micah on the floor. -I'm sorry for your friend - she murmured and blushed, looking directly at her dirty feet and bruised knees - I wanted to tell him I'm here but he didn't notice me at first and started lurking. I thought that he gonna shoot me if I would make any sound. - You got him right, haven't you - Arthur chuckled and casually grabbed one of oatcakes. Iris moaned in disappointment, she offered them those cookies just because it was right thing to do. They looked like bounty hunters or something worse, but they didn't seem so wild and dirty as O'Driscolls. They didn't kill her so far too. - You seem like you could use warmer clothes and a plate of hot soup, Miss... - Dutch said, waiting for her name. - I'm Iris, sir. My brother Olgierd was murdered by O'Driscolls few days ago and I have no ammunition nor arrows to hunt. If you could just give me that much I won't bother you - she looked eagerly towards Micah's guns that Dutch was holding. - I'm sorry, you've been offered help and food and you turn it down? Jesus, woman - Arthur rolled his eyes and lit a cigarette. It was second time he spoke this way towards her. Iris examined his apparition. He was big, seemed even bigger because of winter clothes. His face was scarred but handsome as hell and he had the deepest voice she ever heard. But her face didn't show any admiration, she wasn't some stupid Juliet waiting for Romeo to save her. Then she looked at other man. Dutch seemed like some sort of uncle to her, his eyes was warm and he was smiling despite he was even bigger and even more intimidating than Arthur. Then she looked at the guy on the floor and sighed.   - I wanna go with you. Even if you gonna murder me in few minutes, that's still better than starving and freezing to death - her sarcasm was sharp even though everyone in room saw emptiness and fear hidden deep in green eyes. She was put on a horse by outlaw's strong hands. He even gave her his coat, navy blue one with nice, tickling fur inside. Her feet still was freezing but she was greatful. She curled her arms around man's body to get even more warmer during trip. He didn't say nothing but he was nicely surprised with her touch, 'cause no woman who just met him would throw her all over him like she just did. Figuratively. - And what's your name? - she asked innocently, making his ear warm with her breath. -Arthur Morgan, miss - he chuckled and clicked his tongue at his horse. FEW DAYS LATER It's been some time since Iris've been rescued. She seemed genuinely happy and she smilled a lot towards others. She proved she can cook better than Mr Pearson and that she could hunt and use guns properly. At first she felt like outsider but Mary-Beth lacked friendship of someone similar to her so badly she basically adopted Iris. She quickly discovered that new girl can read and that they could talk about books and fantasize about fictional romances. That was Iris's face she was showing towards woman in the camp. But she was reserved when it was coming to Micah. He was still throwing daggers with his eyes. - Look, I'm sorry I've hurt you, okay? I won't say it again- Iris said with iritated tone of voice. She has hidden away from everybody and tried to enjoy plate of stew when Micah came, sat in front of her and also was eating but looking right into Iris's face to intimidate her. He was looking like that at her for days, touching bandage wrapped around his head. - I don't accept this apology. I'm gonna stare at you and follow you 'till you gonna lose your appetite and you gonna feel stalked and uncomfortable - and it's gonna be me who's gonna stalk you until you gonna leave the camp. Iris rolled her eyes and breathed havily. - I don't even know why Dutch did bring you - he said with venom on his tongue and then looked at Arthur who joined both of you. - Is he bothering you again, Miss? - he sat next to her. Arthur was eating rather loudly but girl didn't mind. It was slow, weird feeling in her stomach that made her accepting Arthur's weirdness right away. - I'm okay. I guess we gonna have this hate relationship for a long time - she was smiling sarcastically and looking into her plate. - I'm gonna be your nightmare, Iris. - If you fancy me, you should ask me out properly  - she showed him her tongue and left both man. Micah was still furious and was following her with his eyes. Arthur chuckled. - She's something, isn't she. If she wasn't, Dutch wouldn't keep her. We already have too much mouths to feed. - Listen, cowpoke, it's not just about taking her with us. You both took her with us after she knocked me out with a fuckin' rock. She's mental. Arthur didn't say nothing. It wasn't his fight and he didn't like taking to Micah. He knew that as long Iris is part of a family because of Dutch's saying so, she was safe even when Micah threated her like this. She was good kid, too, already helping everyone around. He also liked her cooking for the camp, it was nice change comparing to Pearson's skills. - Iris, Iris! - Abigail ran towards new girl. Her eyes was red and she said something to Iris that Arthur couldn't hear. So he got up and come to listen. - He...he's been missing for two days. Everyone here ignores me and says "it's John" but he has me and he has Jack, he needs to be back! - Shhh... - Iris cuddled Abigail like a bear even though she was smaller than her - I will go and search for him, okay? Brother thought me how to track. Arthur's brows furrowed. - You ain't going nowhere, kid. Not alone. - Arthur, go with her then, I know you two will find him! Please, please find him! Outlaw nodded his head without saying anything. He knew that Abigail won't leave him untill he'll find that idiot husban of hers,  Marston. There wasn't any words that would calm Abigail when John was missing anyway. Iris was following Arthur, both on their horses. She noticed so far that he didn't talk much and he was rather quiet and shy men, writing or sketching in his journal while he wasn't running errands for Dutch. She was a little bit behind him, enough to examine him without being noticed or considered nosy. He was big and tall and had nice, sun-kissed face. He must be from different parts of country then, she told herself. His beard was freshly trimmed and Iris saw few scars on his face, noticing especially one of them, on Arthur's chin while he was looking around for any tracks. - We gonna go on foot from now, horses won't do here. John's close I think- he wasn't looking at her when he's talking. He seemed occupied with everything around him, but Iris. She didn't know he was just shy, because if it come to woman Arthur was always sure they are laughing at him. Girl just thought she's not much of company. But that was kind of good. This way Iris could admire him for a little longer, he wouldn't notice it. That wasn't like she hadn't love interests  before or that she was a hopeless romantic either. But that weird feeling in her stomach was saying "you fancy him, you do". But he won't know it anyway, it's Arthur she was thinking about, the most a-romantic person in the camp. She looked at him even when they were dragging John towards horses. Not constantly, but she peeked every few seconds. His brows were furrowed and he looked rather angry. Well, he was really angry when in no time he had to shoot few wolves. He asked Iris if she's fine with warmth in his voice, ignoring John and his moans of pain completely. When those two returned to camp, Abigail started yelling at John almost immediately she saw him. They were cute, Iris thought. FEW DAYS AFTER Dutch finally decided they gonna have camp in different, warmer place. Snow begin to thawn and the whole bunch of changes coming made everybody excited. They packed everything they had and jumped on their wagon. Iris noticed that Arthur is sitting alone in the last of them and smiled under her breath. There wasn't place next to other girls anyway.-Can I sit here, Mr Morgan? - she asked shyly looking into his eyes. It made her blush a little bit and she put hair behind her ear. She was the only girl in camp having loose hair and it complemented her little face because of deep, black color of them. - Sure, kid - he murmured. Wasn't looking at her either, he refused to notice her rosy cheeks. In fact, when Iris heard being called "kid" something heavy dropped in her stomach.  He sees me like someone immature, she murmured to herself. Girl took a place next to him anyway and the ride begin.Arthur wasn't much of a talker and she started worrying he simply doesn't like her. It was almost a month since she joined the gang and Arthur always seemed cold or not interested when he was sharing tasks with her. So she needed to ask but not too quickly so it won't be creepy. - Are you hungry, Mr Morgan? - she chirped, smiling at him. He looked at her surprised. - And what do you have, kid? Ugh. And ouch. - I have beef jerky I made few days ago with Mr Pearson. Everyone already ate them but I have plenty left. Do you want some? He almost blushed. This girl was so kind to him since her first day and Arthur couldn't figure out why. Normally woman treated him like he was air or creep. But she was no woman, she was young girl, Arthur thought, she will learn someday how to pity man like him. - If you want to share it with me - he smirked. - Why not? You are so nice - Iris saw his hands were occupied. She blinked and came with an idea. It will be even more better than just sharing. Her slender fingers slowly put a piece of dried beef to his mouth and he looked at her surprised. Her cheeks flushed and she brushed his lower lip by accident. With any other man it would be clear, she was sweet on him, but he just chuckled and started looking at road again. Was something wrong with her? It has to be my face that's wrong. No way he didn't notice that! If only I could be a little bit seductive - she breathed out with visible irritation. - Y'kay there, kid? - Yeah. Just thinking. - Oh, I get that. Dutch gave us plenty reasons to think, eh? You sure you want to rob that train with us? I know he told you to, but look at you! She did, actually. Her eyes looked at her slender body and stopped on her cleavage. Hm, that might be one of the problems, I'm flat as hell. She was obviously still thinking about what could put Arthur away. He wasn't. - And what do you mean by that, Mr Morgan? He furrowed. Looked like he's searching for right words. - You know, you look so fragile a-and pale. Sure you don't want to stay in camp and cook or read a book with other girls?  - he seemed awkward, like he didn't feel good when commenting on Iris. - I will make you sure I am made for those things - she chuckled but it didn't sound iritated, just sweet as always - I am no kid, Mr Morgan, just woman in her twenties. Tilly is younger than me. - But she's different case. Just sayin'. I don't wanna bother you - Arthur's voice was kind and shy as always. It has to be breasts then. Or maybe... maybe he doesn't like short girls? Maybe I should do something with my hair, like all mature woman does? Or is it the fact I didn't wear a dress yet? God, tell me how to make him notice me - she was thinking.

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of kings and queens | knj ☁️

Part 1 of the DREAM SERIES

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader Word Count: 2,085 Genre: fluff, fantasy (Narnia AU), dystopian Rating: PG Trigger Warnings: blood, sword-fighting, slavery, duels, a (golden) corpse

Y/N stood at the shoreline, eyes gazing softly into the vast sea and the setting Narnian sun.

A few feet next to her was Min Yoongi, king of old.

Despite the heavy toll it took on him to become a teenager again after decades of reign as a king, he still stood somewhat tall and perfectly regal—ever the elegant.

His nonchalance and somewhat unbothered drawl as he commanded the Dawn Treader’s fleet was alluring to say the least.

A little more than a few feet away was Kim Taehyung who, despite his childlish nature, was also a king—maybe the best one at that.

His child-like and carefree nature allowed him to rule the country as it should, with care, love and free of all bias.

The dark taint of politics never dulled down his soul.

Like a bird on its first flight, Taehyung let out a loud whoop as he ran—sand flying around him as he dashed through.

Chasing him just on his heels were Jungkook and Jimin—recent rescues from the slave traders at Narrowhaven.

There wasn’t much to know about them, really. They didn’t really know muc about themselves either.

Both boys were born into the trade, having been separated with their mothers as soon as they were old enough to walk and talk.

They were taken in by three boys a few years older than them, bonding together in a make-shift family.

Two of those boys, Seokjin and Hoseok, were taken to be sacrificed to the mysterious mist that looms over the shadow world—they took Jimin and Jungkook’s places to protect them.

The third boy, Namjoon, was—

“Your majesty?”

Y/N whirled around, smiling softly at the brunette that approached her.

“Namjoon, I told you a gazillion times to just call me Y/N,” she chastised as the boy only mouthed bazillion. “Bazillion means more than a billion, it’s a lot,”

At this, the boy nodded in understanding.

“Y/N?”

She snapped out of her trance and faced Namjoon with a hum.

“I was saying that King Yoongi told me to inform you about scouting the area,” Namjoon said, pointing over at Yoongi.

The said king was gathering Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung with a light scold.

“I believe he told you to call him Yoongi-hyung,” Y/N smiled in amusement as Namjoon’s cheeks burned a bright red.

“He’s the king, though,”

“Ah, yes, but look at Jungkook,” Y/N said, pointing over at the young boy, who was violently shaking both kings beside him with violent joy.

Namjoon winced as Y/N only chuckled.

Yoongi approached the pair, three boys in tow, with a soft smile. “So they found a cave,”

Y/N could only look as Namjoon’s eyes brightened in curiosity and wander, delighted at the prospect of an adventure.

It was a stark difference from the pain and fear that painted his face when they first met—she could distinctly remember his worn out face as he held Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung behind him.

Y/N’s mind ran a million miles per hour as her gaze darted every which way.

The fight was already on-going as she and Yoongi emerged from the dungeon, the latter accompanied by an old man who could recognize them from their time serving as  Kings and Queen of Old.

“Yoon, where did you say they took Tae?” Y/N spoke with urgency as Yoongi handed off the old man to his knights.

“The slave trade,” Yoongi replied curtly, taking the lead. “It’s this way,”

Once the pair arrived to the big stage with multiple people swinging swords left and right, Y/N made a beeline for the makeshift backstage.

She gaped as she saw three young boys huddled behind a tall one, who nervously shielded the people behind them.

In front of them were multiple men, looking to secure their own personal slaves despite the seige.

Upon noticing her presence, the tall boy only looked at her with a pleading gaze as Taehyung poked his head out from behind him.

Yoongi arrived, sliding a sword at the young king and quickly made work with the men as the tall boy comforted the two younger ones behind him.

Taehyung bounded over to Y/N, a bright boxy smile in his face despite the knocked out men around him.

He introduced the groups.

“Namjoonie-hyung, Jiminie, Jungkookie, this is Yoongi-hyung and Y/N-ie. I told you they’ll save us!”

“Hi, Namjoonie,” Y/N greeted. “You can handle a sword, right?”

“Yes,”

“Good,” Y/N said, giving him hers. “Don’t lose it. Protect them, don’t forget to protect yourself first,”

Namjoon gripped the sword unsurely as Y/N walked over to the front of the room to join Yoongi and Taehyung with another sword.

She turned and smiled at Namjoon.

“You’ll be fine, I believe in you.”

Y/N never forgot the sheer relief that painted Namjoon’s eyes that day.

Y/N’s felt giddy as Namjoon set his hands on her waist, assisting her from the wall as she finished her trek down the watery cave that Jungkook found.

As she landed, she turned and looked up at the tall boy—face to face with him.

The boy burned a bright red again—floundering where he stood.

It was endearing to see, Y/N practically melted on the spot.

Namjoon gulped as Y/N stepped back and moved toward Yoongi, breathing out lightly.

Of course he’d act that way—Y/N was no regular queen.

She was the kindest and most beautiful woman he’s ever met as far as he could remember.

This girl, along with two of her best-friends, led the country into four consecutive decades of the best years Narnia has ever seen.

Despite this, Y/N never acted like she was superior—no, the girl stayed humble with no indication of her political status other than her refined elegance.

Still, Y/N had her moments where Namjoon can see her challenge Taehyung on who can hold their breath the longest, or screaming in Yoongi’s ear when he refuses to actually leave his bed, or when she challenges Jungkook and JImin to an arm-wrestling match.

This side made her all the more alluring to him.

Namjoon approached the group, who circled around a small pond.

“Yoons, look,” Y/N said, bending down. “That statue, do you think that’s—“

“Lord Octesian, I think,” Taehyung said. “I read about him in some letters back at the castle,”

“So this is where he went,” Yoongi said, furrowing his eyebrows. “at least we found his sword, over there,”

Yoongi pointed to the sword lying a few inches from the statue, steel shining brightly and void of rust despite the years it spent underwater.

This sword was owned by one of the old Narnian Lords they were searching for, which confirmed Taehyung’s guess

Y/N took a long wooden stick next to her, poking it in the pond and gasping as it rapidly turned to gold.

“Let it go, let it go!” Namjoon warned, pulling Y/N back as she released the wooden stick.

The group could only stare as it reached the pond and sunk to the bottom—setting beside the golden corpse.

Y/N breathed havily, hand setting comfortably on Namjoon’s at her arm.

“Yoongi-hyung?” Taehyung said as the king edged closer to the pool, dipping the edge of a big seashell in it and laying it back on the floor.

The group was cofused, observing it as it turned golden.

Yoongi did this again and again, until Y/N decided to speak six golden knick-knacks in.

“Yoongi, what are you doing?”

Yoongi flinched, a fist-sized rock in his hand as he turned to her.

“Y/N,” he softly said. “I-If we take these back to the castle—heck, back to Earth, we’d have no idea what to do with ourselves. We’d be rich beyond belief!”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as Yoongi gaped at the golden stones, sea-shells and sticks he created.

“Y/N, we’d be so powerful—“

“Yoongi-hyung, what are you saying?” Taehyung asked, his eyes confused.

“Tae,” Yoongi said. “We can all get a house and move in together, don’t you want that? You can get the car you’ve always wanted, and Y/N can get pretty dresses. We can go to the best schools and—“

“Yoongi,” Y/N softly interrupted before Taehyung growled, his eyes hardened.

“Do you even know what you sound like?” Taehyung asked angrily.

Yoongi whipped his head up, returning Taehyung’s fierce glare as Jungkook and Jimin’s heads whipped back and forth between the two angry kings in front of them.

“What?”

“Like a criminal,” Taehyung spat. “No, you sound nothing like a king. At least, not like a dignified one,”

Y/N gasped, and Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows.

Taehyung would never say this, no.

He was the sweetest child, giggling at each and every thing and pouts when he’s upset.

What was happening? Where was all this aggression coming from?

“And so the ugly head rears itself out,” Yoongi spat, “You always felt like this, didn’t you, Tae? Like I wasn’t a good enough king.”

“Were you, hyung? Were you?” Taehyung spat. “Just right now, you were considering spending this gold for your own benefit—gold that killed someone. Besides, we both know I was a better king than you.”

“I ran the country, I fought the front lines every war,”

“So, did I, hyung!” Taehyung replied, waving his hands dangerously as Jimin and Jungkook ducked and made their way over to Namjoon and Y/N. “I was the diplomat, everything you ever loved about Narnia—I ensured it stayed that way. I even got kindnapped,”

“Boo-hoo, do you want a medal for that?” Yoongi hissed, further aggrivating Taehyung. “Let’s face it, you know nothing about how the country—the world—worked. You were a child, you’re still a child,”

“You wanna say that to my face, hyung?” Taehyung growled, pulling his sword out of his sheath.

“Yeah, I think I do,” Yoongi replied, drawing his own sword.

Y/N, Namjoon, Jungkook and Jimin could only gape as the two’s swords met with a loud clang as they had a duel in the cramped space of the cave—both alost falling into the pool once or twice.

Deciding she’s had enough, Y/N marched into the fight and almost didn’t miss the swing of Taehyung’s sword.

Yoongi’s, however, managed to knick her cheek lightly.

The fight stopped when a line of red started dripping from her cheek.

“Enough,” Y/N panted on her stop. “Both of you,”

“Y/N—“ Yoongi started.

“I’m sorry—“ Tae spoke.

“Enough,” Y/N repeated, wiping the back of her hand against the wound on her cheek. “Let’s go.”

After that whole discourse at the cave, the crew made a beeline out of the island and onto the next one nearest where they decided to settle in for the night.

Unlike a regular night on the beach, the atmosphere was entirely different—at least to Namjoon.

This time, Taehyung didn’t run around with Jungkook and Jimin.

No, he solemnly sat with them as they chatted next to him.

Yoongi sat a few ways away, drinking ale with the captain and the first mate of the dawn treader morosely.

Y/N, the last of the group, sat on a log in front of the fire—sighing every once in a while.

Namjoon decided that Y/N’s sad nature was something he never wanted to see.

He sat down next to her, and the girl could only lean her head on him.

Of course, he didn’t miss the bright red shade on both of their faces—but he decided not to comment on that.

“Sorry if this is uncomfortable,” Y/N started. “I always lean on Tae or Yoongi like this when I’m sad, but you know,”

“You can’t right now,” Namjoon nodded understandably. “It’s hard—what happened I mean,”

“I—“ Y/N pursed her lips.”I really don’t understand back then,”

“Lust, Greed,” Namjoon started. “It makes us do the most drastic measures sometimes,”

“Lust and Greed?”

“For comfort, power,” Namjoon shrugged. “Anything, really,”

Y/N was silent for a while, burrowing her head even more on Namjoon before smiling.

“Did you ever feel that way? Like Yoongi and Tae?” Y/N asked, making Namjoon hummed in thought.

“Once or twice,” Namjoon concluded. “I wanted Jungkook and Jimin to be safe, I had the lust for comfort. The greed for power when I just wanted to take revenge on all those slave traders for everything they took away from me. It’s been a really hard life,”

Y/N frowned at this, registering the thickness in Namjoon’s voice as he shared his innermost thoughts.

She reached out and laced her hands with his, sighing.

“Thank you for telling me,”

Namjoon only smiled.

“You’ll be fine,” he said. “I believe in you,”

A/N: LOL GUESS WHO GOT AROUND TO MAKING THIS THING I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT I MADE BUT HEY IT’S NARNIA LIKE I PROMISED AND IM STILL SOFT FOR EDMUND PEVENSIE AAFTER ALL THESE YEARS AYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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One of the hero's

Peter Parker x stark! Reader

Summary: you've always wanted to be included in the part of your dads life that he never let you into.But once you finally get to things go south.

Warning: nope? Death....?

I just wanted to take a break from writing Remus for a sec.

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It was no lie you where your parents pride and joy. You had your moms looks and attitude. And the rest was all your dad.

You would spend hours in his work shop with him and building things yourself. And when you where old enough to fully understand what Tony did outside of taking care of you. You wanted in.

When you where ten you asked him to build you and iorn suite. He said no.

When you where thirteen you asked any one of the avengers to teach you something. They said no.

Then you meet Peter.

"What do you think?" you showed Peter your costume designe excitedly. He beamed at it.

"This could work! The way you have it sketched out has it so it's light enough to not way you down and are these pressure sensor gloves!?" he said matching your excitment.

Peter Parker was the only superhero your age. And the only one willing to help you.

"They are isn't that cool!? And I have a web designe too!" you flipped through your sketch book excitedly. And Peter eagerly looked over your shoulder.

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You knew you shouldn't have been there you should have let Peter go and cover things back on earth stay safely with pepper that was the best option now looking back on it.

But instead you insisted on following Peter onto the big dougnut of doom.

"Hey rookie are you even paying attention?" you jumped at the voice of your father.

He didn't know it was you he thought you where back on the school bus.

~

"What do you think!?" your mask unfolded around your head turning to a simple pair of head phones. You spun around and looking at your new spider suite in the mirror. The suite was just like his but red and black and slimmer. Peter looked at you in awe behind you.

"You...you look...wow."

You smiled giddily. "Oh and check this out!"

You sat next to him on your bed excitedly sticking out your hand in the same way he does. Your middle and ring finger touched the heel of your hand lighting it up and shooting a vibrant red web from it.

"Wha..."

"Cool right!? I've downloaded and built in like thirty different web types!" you showed him the braclets around your wrist. "They are all stored here all I have to do is think about what webbing I want to change too and vwala!"

"How?"

You tapped the headphones that now sat around your neck. "I took your advice!" He smiled.

"Thank you so much for helping me peter!"

"Anything for you."

"And you can't tell my dad ok!? This is between us."

"So like we are own little superhero team?"

"Exactly!"

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"Yea...yea I'm listening.." Peter grabbed your hand gaining your attention. "Are you ok?"

You squeezed his hand nervously. "Yea I...I'm...fine.."

He pulled you close to him and wrapped an arm around you. "We're going to ok... we'll be fine...and We are going to get home safe...I promise you ok?"

You hugged him back. "Ok..."

"Does your friend do that offten?" you and Peter looked up at strange.

"Strange!? You alright?"

~

You and Peter where the best team in all of Queens.

Spider-Man

And the Red spider.

You would hear your dad talk about the red-spider and how he was impressed by them and how he would like to meet them.

You would smile at yourself knowing that he was impressed with you.

~

You shot a web at Thanos and swung around him a few times before his arms where stuck to his torso. Peter worked at his ankles quickly and you swung and kicked the back of his knees knocking him down.

"Good work! Mantas!" you smiled and flipped over to Peter while mantas hopped onto Thanks shoulders and struggled to get him under.

"He's under but hurry!"

"Peter! Spider-brat! Come help me get this thing off!"

You both ran over to Tony and tried to pull the gauntlet off of his hand. You and Peter both had two webs stuck to it and where pulling with all your might.

"Quill what are you doing!?"

You looked over at the man worriedly as he started yelling at Thanos.

"Quill stop!" Tony let go and went to stop him and the gauntlet sloly started slipping off.

"It's coming off. Mr.stark!"

But it was too late quill snapped Thanos out of mantais hold. He broke free of both your webs and swung you and Peter off the gauntlet just as it was off his finger tips.

"(y/n)!" Peter caught you in his web and pulled you into his arms. "I got ya." as you both hit the ground rolling.his spider legs pierced the ground and he held you safely in his arms.

~

"Dad what if i told you i was red spider?"

You looked up at him stopping him from talking about Peter never telling him about your identity.

He stopped and looked at you.

"I would really hope not because I don't want you in danger what am I supposed to do when you go out to save people and you dont come home because something happened to you? What would pepper do?"

You sat there with your head down.

"So why have Peter do it? Because he's not your son-"

"No because it was his choice to do it he went out on his own. I couldn't stop him and believe me if I could I would."

~

"You ok?"

"Yea..." Thanos was angry and causing destruction behind them.

"Pete!" you both sprung to action going to help everyone. You spotted thanos about to attack Tony.

"Dad!" you shot him with your web and yanked him out of the way switch places with him in doing so and was stabbed.

"(y/n)!"

Tony looked up at the mention of your name. "(y/n)?"

"You didn't know?" thanks asked. He lifted you up by the neck And yanked your helmet off. And crushing it in his fist.

"No one else here would be willing enough to sacrifice there own life for yours"

"Put her down!" thanos did so by throwing you over to Tony.

"(Y/n) baby?..."

"Daddy...I'm sorry...sorry I didn't tell you." he held you in his arms. "Hey shh you'll be fine...everything is going to be fine."

"Thanos! Spare her life and I'll give you the time stone."

"No! Strange!" you coughed up blood as you yelled at him. "Don't!"

"No tricks?" strange looked at Tonys sad and fearfull expression. And turned back to thanos offering the green stone.

He smirked taking it and placing it in the gauntlet before disapeering.

You suddenly gasped and breathed havily feeling no more pain. Peter ran over and put webbing over your wound before your dad scooped you up in a hug. "I'm just glad your ok..."

"Did we lose?" you wrapped an arm around Peters shoulder as he helped lift you up.

"Where in the endgame now..." strange replied. You sighed and rested your head on Peter.

Everyone sat scilently almost as they helped each other or checked them over. "Somethings wrong..."

Maintis said worriedly. Peter had set you down to rest up against a rock when you noticed her and drax slowly turn to ash.

"Oh man..." next was quill. Then strange from beside you.

"Peter!?" You quickly got up and ran over to him. And caught him in your arms. "Peter no! Stay with me!"

"(y/n) I don't feel good..."

"Peter no please! You promise..."

"I'm sorry..." he kissed you quickly before fading away.

"No!"

Tony pulled you into a hug. "Hey it's ok..."

"Dad.." He looked at you and noticed how pale you had gotten and you held into him tighter.

"I-i don't wanna die daddy..." Tony looked at you and cried. "Not you too please..."

"Dad!...I'm So sorry...I...I should of...of stayed home and I just wanted...wanted to be like you!..." And before you knew it you slipped through his finger tips.

[might-forget-this-blagg-exists]

Wings of Fire AU Squadra hcs

Risotto: Nightwing. You saw it coming, lost his cousin in a volcanic eruption as a hatchling and now seeks a new family to fill the void.

Prosciutto: Skywing, raised to be a brutally effective soldier and though he eventually ran from the army he hasn't shaken off a sense of pride and superiority over other dragons.

Pesci: Seawing, of course. Grew up far out on the outskirts of the seawing kingdom, where his parents had hoped he wouldn't be drafted. It mostly worked, until he got roped into Risotto's gang and now Prosci has taken it upon himself to make Pesci into a hardened warrior befitting of La Squadra.

Ghiaccio: Icewing, no surprise. After a restrictive life behind the walls of the icewing kingdom, Ghiaccio gets drafted and sees the outside world for the first time and once he's out he realises he never wants to go back. He loves discovering mundane things like pretty flowers and odd looking bugs, but hates being made fun of for acting like a hatchling fresh out of the egg.

Melone: Ice/Sandwing mix. Unfortunately or fortunately, Melone's mixed parentage has left him a little unarmed. Icebreath and firebreath cancel out into mere puffs of hot or cold breath. The sandwing tail stinger didn't grow in, and the icewing spikes are more like nubs. One ability he does have is radiating heat when excited and radiating cold when calm, though all that seems to be helpful for is giving away what his true feelings are. For a dragon so useless for combat in ability and demeanour, Ghiaccio really had no choice but to instate himself as Melone's personal bodyguard, and in return Melone assists Ghiaccio as a fellow researcher of undiscovered mundanities.

Illuso: Rainwing. The first 'member' of what would later become known as La Squadra, Illuso befreinded Risotto in the rainforest when they were young and eventually decided to travel around to search for treasure. He and Ris arent as close as they once were, but they get together and reminisce whenever they have a calm moment. Illuso is always one for gossip, he loves to camouflage and eavesdrop on any two dragons, no matter how boring the conversation is. Well, sometimes if its too boring he'll get close and whisper something juicy he's heard elsewhere, or just cuddle with his pet sloth Mitten *coughMitMcough*

Formaggio: Sandwing/Rainwing mix. An easygoing dragon who doesnt like to fight but will kick more ass than expected if pressed, Formaggio was the result of a very lost sandwing soldier stumbling into the rainforest and back out just as quickly, leaving Formaggio's egg to be raised with rainwing hatchlings who teased and picked on him for his lack of camoflauge. He grew up in a patch of rainforest closer to the border than where Illuso and Risotto hailed from, and joined the two on their quest for treasure as they were passing through. He is in possession of a stinger, but its venom isn't fatal like the venoms of his parentage. Rather, it makes the stung victim addled and dizzy, as if they're havily drunk. While this might seem less useful at first, his venom isn't cured by the usual antidote, so there's no known way to reverse the effects. All that can be done is to wait for it to wear off, which often leaves victims vulnerable for much longer.

Gelato: Sandwing. A cruel and sadistic criminal with a high bounty on his head, he rejoices in getting what he wants at the cost of other's happiness and well-being. As long as they aren't his immediate freind-group, anyway, otherwise he'll make it his personal mission to lighten a friend's dour mood. He doesn't care much for hoarding wealth as much as spending it, he often says as long as he's fed and entertained he's happy. He's finished off more than one heist by tossing his plundered riches out into the street just to watch dragons scramble to pick up the treasures. He would have continued his life of crime if he hadnt been run out of the sand kindgom altogether, but as it happened he joined a band of misfits passing through the town of Possibility that he was going to con out of some lunch money, but never got around to it.

Sorbet: Seawing/Nightwing mix. Unaware of his Nightwing heritage--as the only clues are that his bioluminescene doesnt work and that his scales are an unusually dark navy blue--Sorbet left the Seawing kingdom on a search for a place to belong (and also money). While attempting to loot an abandoned scavenger nest he found his own belongings had been looted by a smug looking Sandwing who made it a point to steal all of his food but nothing from his meager stash of plundered riches. Seeing as he could hunt enough for the two of them, Sorbet let the odd dragon hang around while he traveled. It was nice to have the company, and Gelato wasn't even deadweight. He assisted Sorbet with heists and treasure-hunting, giving him tips and stories of his own wild escapades, even starting campfires or just snuggling up close to Sorbet to keep him warm. Eventually, it became clear to both of them that they'd become closer than either of them could gave predicted or intended. After a quiet confession beneath the stars, two thought that they would only ever need each other. That is, until a gaggle of odd dragons landed in the town of Possibility, whispering about looting a treasure that Sorbet and Gelato had been planning to grab for themselves...

Gosh dangit i accidentally went from hcs to a plot I'll never finish again

[feverhalo]

A character recovering from an injury and stretching/doing physical therapy on the sly because they're embarrassed they got hurt in the first place

A character trying to hide the fact they still arent recovered fully and overdoing it and needing to tap out so they can just go lay in their bed breathing havily through the pain.

A chracater fighting back tears if frustrtiion when they end up setting themselves back because they overdid it and having a close friend/significant other/really really kind stranger or physical therapist reassure them and comfort them.

[pandaisalwaysinlove]

Raped

Summary: After your terrible experience of rape you end up on police station with Steve as your savior. During your recovery you spend time in his apartement in the Avengers tower. You become close friends. 

(Y/N) = your name

Warnings: maybe the rape (?)

Genre: fanfiction, reader x steve rogers

Rating: 18+

A/N: I wrote this after one episode of House M.D.... don’t ask me why I associate rape with Gregory House, I’m still searching for explanation. 

I DON’T OWN ANY GIF

RETROSPECTION

His hand grabbed your shoulder, his strong hold made your legs slip on the iced pavement. 

You tried to kick.

His breath near your ear was hot and smelled of beer. He pushed you to himself  and backed to side street. 

Your heart almost stopped. Your brain froze. 

“No..please...” 

He unziped his jeans, you heard the sound. Everything became subject of sounds. Your eyes closed. 

“Please....” 

His breath  became harder. His cold rough hand got through your shirt and jumper. 

“LET HER GO!” 

You lied on the ground, feeling nothing else than pain and something warm and wet between your legs. You still kept closed eyes, waiting for the end.

Footsteps took turns in getting near and receiding. 

Sounds of punch.

Something heavy fell on the ground. 

Footsteps.

Churned up air. 

Voices. Words. 

Touch.

“Hey, hey, easy...”  your body reacted immidiately on the touch. It was soft, but you started to kick and hid your head in hands. 

Voices. 

“I’m Steve Rogers, little one. It’s okay now.. let me..” 

That sweet deep voice made you sumbit to hands, that lifted you in warm  hold. 

“Where is he?” some other voice appeared. 

“Over there...take him, be sure to keep him consciousness...”  said the voice somewhere above your head. 

Those strong arms put you in a car. You opened your eyes after you heard “I’m taking you to police.. please.. can you open your eyes?” 

Nice looking blue eyed man looked dolefully, when he turned back to the wheel and drove. 

“I’m... sick..” was the first words, came out of you. 

“Please hold on, we’re almost there..” he said tautly. 

Policeman was polite. Psychiatrist kind. 

You were like in a film. This actually didn’t happen to you. You just observed. 

Doctor. 

Pain.

“I’m really sorry..I need to do this.. just hold still..” 

Steve. 

You saw him at the police station when crossing the corridor to doctor’s room. He looked at you with worries. 

“Who is here with (Y/N) Boyd?” asked policeman when they finnished with you. Bunch of people looked up in the waiting room. 

“Me.” 

Steve came towards you and softly propped you. 

Getting into car, Steve looked at you before turning on the engine “(Y/N), I am really sorry..” you stared at him, trying not to flake out with tears. 

“Where shall I drop you?” he asked simply. 

“I...don’t know...” you confessed. 

He frowned with confussion “You.. don’t remember?” 

You nodded, quickly winking. 

He breathe “Well.. do you know, where your mom and dad live?” 

“They’re dead..”

“Do you have.. a sister or..” you interrupted him with shaking head. 

“Okay..” he drove for about a minute silent. 

“Then I’ll take you somewhere you can remember..just try to sleep for a while. It’s quite a distance.”

You didn’t oppose. You wanted to sleep. Weakness, stress and pain made you feel sleepy. This man was soldier. You heard himsaying that to the policeman. He worked for the army. In some way he made you trust him. MAybe it was the name. You’ve heard it somewhere before. 

What else choice you have? 

Trust your savior or step o on the streets without knowing where is your home?

 MONTH LATER

“Steve? Is that you?” you yelled with exitement. You jumped off the couch and run to the hall. 

“Are you expecting someone else?” Steve’s voice sounded amused. 

You run towards him, jumping in his arms. 

“How was the mission?” you asked anxiously. He smiled at you, fondling your cheek “You better tell me. Has anyone called?” 

You froze.

“No.” 

“Alright... let’s make some dinner, I’m hungry.”

  “So what did you do?” 

You both were sitting in the common kitchen of the Avengers tower. Now it was empty. Most of the team was in its own rooms or on other mission. You just ended up cooking Steve’s favourite food - steak with mushed potatoes. He started to eat with his usual question. 

You rolled your eyes at him “Reading, sleeping,the things I do when you’re gone.”

You accidentaly touched your neck and hissed with pain. 

Steve looked up and gazed at your bruise. 

“What did the doctor say?” he mummed. 

“It will probably be okay...” 

“Probably? How can he say something like that?!” he raised his voice.

“He doesn’t know yet..” you whispered, staring into the ground. Steve took your hand and chafed it between his own. 

“Are you cold?” 

You shook your head. 

“What about your wrist?” he gently turned over your hand palm up and softly touched your wrist. 

“It’s getting better.” 

“I hope so.” 

You reciprocated his touch and asked quietly “When?”

He looked at you. His blue eyes studied your face like they’ve seen it for the first time. 

“You don’t have to go there..” 

“When, Steve?” 

“Next week.” he mummed and leaned back.

So the trial with your raper will take place next week in local court. You nodded and also leaned back. 

His breath near your ear was hot and smelled of beer. He pushed you to himself  and backed to side street.

“No..please...”

He unziped his jeans. 

“Please....”

“(Y/N)! I’m here, it’s okay..” Steve cried.

You woke up in his embrace. Quickly moving you still tried to escape. 

“No..no. no please...” 

“It’s me, it’s okay... look.” he took your shaking hand and put it on his face. You felt his breath, his lips and forhead. You opened your eyes. He held you closely and pushed your body to his. You breathe havily, like after running a marathone. 

“It was a dream, darling.... it’s okay now, hush...” he kept repeating. 

You head found safe spot on his chest and your tears paved the way to his shirt.

“Hey.. I took shower before, no need for another one.” he whispered.

And that’s that..should I make part two?

Thank you all for likes, reblogging and following!  <3

xoxo

[firestartoys]

Attack of the Dark Bluish Grey Pearl by Simon NH Via Flickr: ...Jonathan was breathing havily when he had finally climbed the stairs of the high belltower. As soon as he had seen the dark blue sails, he had run like never before in his life. Hastily he grabbed for the bell's chain and shook it with all the strength that was left. When he stared out of the window, he knew he had come too late: the notorious crew of the Dark Bluish Grey Pearl was already about to sack the Harbour... My entry to the CBC V in the Naval Warfare Category. The ship is inspired by the Black Pearl from Pirates of the Carribean, although it has nothing to do with the Movie. Building ships is always a challenge, since you have to approximate a rather odd shape. Barney Main's awesome technique (connecting 1x2 tiles with minifig-hands) allowed me to make a hull, which is bent in all three dimensions. The front part was the hardest thing to do, since I had to finish so many curves. The back part, however, is quite a simple build, yet it's probably my favourite part of the Moc. Hope you like it :)

[ask-au-bendys-and-friends]

Happy!joey:w-wha? N-no! No! I didn't hurt anyone! I w-would never!! I-I-i-i.... *happy!joey starts to cry and his head starts to bleed* Happy!joey:I didn't *coughs* do a-an--anything....*coughs and breathes havily* n-ngh...H-henry....*falls to the ground crying and struggled to breath dripping blood everywhere* ((AYYYYYY the event begins!! Thanks anon! The hate ask was great!~ducy))

[skymma]

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no you don’t understand, my kid is obsessed. She collects pokemon plushies and she has dozens of them and because of her, I know so much about pokemon. yes, it is good fun

she is doing you a great service. hahaha I was almost this when I was a kid myself, I had a bunch of plushies and toys and cards and I could spout information at the drop of a hat. I’m more casual now in how I engage with pokémon but like we have new games coming at the end of the year and I’m sssssoooo excited !