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Author's Note: Short chapter, but I just wanted to get it published. Sorry the format is a little different; I did this one on my phone, not my laptop.

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Dirtyhands and the Bloodbender: Chapter VI

Y/n L/n: Nina Zenik

I awaken to Nina Zenik speaking loudly. Her voice carries through the small room I call my own, her thunderous footsteps pacing back and forth. I can sense Kaz beside her, noticing the slight rap of his cane on the wooden floor.

I don't move or change my breathing to be any indication of me being awake, yet Nina knows. She pulls me by the shoulders, shaking me back and forth. "Y/n! I know you're awake!"

Despite the calm sleep I had managed to fall into, I willed my eyes open. I'm met with the bright green of Nina's eyes, a wondrous sight to wake to, as she heaves me to my feet. I'm not sure when she's gotten stronger than me- or perhaps it's because I'm half asleep- but I can't really think about that because she's chatting my ears off, talking about someone named Matthias Helvar.

It takes a few seconds for the name to click. Matthias Helvar, the Fjerdan druskelle Nina had fallen in love with. He was stuck in Hellgate, last I heard of, and I'm certain I would know if he wasn't still there.

"We're freeing him from Hellgate-" I hear Nina say, before I cut her off, my gaze going to Kaz. He had been quiet this whole exchange, which is what usually happens, but he obviously has something planned.

"What do you need Helvar for?"

"Can't you believe I'm doing something out of the good of my heart?" There's a slight quirk of Kaz's lips, the expression that falls onto his face whenever he's teasing.

I scoff. "If there's good in your heart, it would have to drag it's way through Hell and worse to find you."

Kaz's smile dies as fast as it came to life, and for a split second I wish I'd played along, until I remember that he's ignoring me. "I need him. For a job. A very lucrative one."

That perks my interest. "What job?"

"It doesn't matter. You're not going."

This alarms both me and Nina, and our words of protest pour out in waves. "Brekker, you can't mean to leave her behind! This means more to her than any of us. Or are you afraid things will turn worse for her?" I don't understand why Nina is saying what she's saying, but it obviously has an effect on Kaz.

He'd started to walk away, but rapidly turned when Nina spoke those words, fury raging across his face. He manages to keep his voice steady, but anyone who knows him half as well as I do would see that he's upset. "Nina, love, if you want us to get Helvar out of Hellgate, you'd do best to be quiet."

Nina falls silent after muttering a sorry to me. Kaz walks away, both Nina and I trailing after. I know that I have to go on this job. I refuse to be left behind yet again, stuck playing Queen of the Crows when I should be out there fighting. I am no true queen. I am a killer, a criminal, a bastard. Whatever this heist is, I will not let my friends, and whoever else Kaz drags into this mess, die.

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[fandomscompilation]

Masterlist

 Please do not copy my work! If you use any of my ideas or prompts I’d like to be at least tagged in your work.

1. Teen Wolf:

Violet

Melancholy 

Dangerous innocence  (Liam Dunbar)

Not gonna change (Stiles Stilinski)

If I show you (Stiles Stilinski)

Secrets upon secrets (Derek Hale)

2. The Flash:

Training motivation (Barry Allen)

When everything changes in a flash (AU) (Barry Allen)

The Golden String 

3. TVD/TO:

Causing trouble

Not all monsters are monsters  (Kol Mikaelson)

Karma bites back   (Klaus Mikaelson)

New beginnings   (Kol Mikaelson)

Original Friend     (Rebekah’s friend)

Suicide mission   (Kai Parker)

4. Marvel:

Crushing  (Steve Rogers)

You can’t shake it off  (Peter Parker)

Dove  (Steve Rogers)

5. Shadowhunters:

Trust the feeling (Sebastian Verlac)

The young sister (Sebastian Verlac)

Not so normal (Sebastian Verlac)

Little kitty eyes  (Jace Herondale)

Deprived of Love (Jonathan Morgenstern)

Magic hands  (Jonathan Morgenstern)

Monsters

6. Optional/ Celebrities:

It ain’t me

Scared to be lonely

I’m jealous

Stubborn Neighbour  (Tom Holland)

Irish lad  (Alex Hogh Andersen)

Batgirl  (Tom Holland)

Bodyguard  (Marvel cast)

Sarcastic fate  (Tom Holland; soulmate AU)

7. Vikings:

There is no great genius.. (Ivar the Boneless)

Humming (Sigurd Snake in the eye)

I am a temple (Björn Ironside)

Stealing souls

Infatuation (Bishop Heahmund)

Moonlight baths (Ubbe Ragnarsson)

Thin line  (Enemy! Margrethe)

Reward (Ivar the Boneless)

Home (Ivar the Boneless)

Hello’s and goodbye’s (Ubbe Ragnarsson)

Left Parties (pt. 1) Ahead of us (pt. 2) (Ivar the Boneless)

Kisses and kisses (Modern! Ivar the Boneless)

Take aim (Ivar the Boneless)

8. Harry Potter + Marauders:

Reality of losing (George Weasley; post war)

Being loved back (Sirius Black)

9. Pirates of the Caribbean:

Pirate’s queen

10. Words in letters (series):

First  (Damon Salvatore)

Second  (Kol Mikaelson)

11. The Maze Runner:

12. Twilight:

13. 13 Reasons Why:

Parties (Montgomery De La Cruz)

France (Montgomery De La Cruz)

14. Ragnarok (Netflix series):

Changes (Fjor x Gry)

Change of fate (Fjor x Reader)

Sacrifice and Pain (Fjor x Reader)

To dirt Pt.1 Pt.2 (Fjor x Reader)

Connections (Fjor x Gry)

River of Tears (Fjor x Reader)

Left in the dark (Fjor x Pregnant!Reader)

Backup (Fjor x Reader)

Unexpected happens (Fjor x Reader)

Blanket cuddles (Fjor x Reader)

Good things come from mistakes (Saxa x Magne)

Hestitation (Fjor x Reader)

The Chase (Fjor x Reader)

Headcanon dating Fjor and being a witch

Not planned (Fjor x pregnant!Reader)

Future talk (Fjor x Reader)

Safe heaven (Fjor x Reader)

15. Shadow and Bone: 

Snow and crows (Kaz Brekker x Reader)

The story of two broken souls series (Kaz Brekker x Reader) ongoing!

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Life over death series (The Darkling x Reader) ongoing!

Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three

+ Other requests will be taken under consideration ;)

= REQUESTS ARE OPEN <3

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Ivar Oneshots I recommend

~A~

Making Ivar laugh (from @abonelessgod)

Affection // Marked by the gods // Hungry (from @akamaiden)

Confessions // Bathing habits (from @aqoamoon)

The best choice (from @a-smile-hides)

~C~

Ivar claims you with a lick (from @cecesaurus)

My hair is better than yours (from @conaionaru on AO3)

~D~

I want you to kiss me like you kissed him (from @disneyimaginings)

~E~

Herbs and spices (from @e-m-christina)

~F~

Kisses and kisses (from @fandomscompilation)

~G~

Did we just kiss // Shuttle Kerfuflle (from @geekandbooknerd)

~H~

Content (from @happydaysandersen )

Take care of him // More than innocent // Why here // Glass is an ass // Scent (from @honestsycrets)

The soothsayer // Ivar’s little army // On paper // Infuriating // Blessing // Make me feel beautiful (from @heathenarmyimagines)

~I~

Ivar the boneless (from @imultifandomstuff)

Willingly (from @issamhysa)

Waiting (from @ivarswonderlust)

Trust // Better (from @ivars_heathen on AO3)

~J~

Ivar venting (from @justacripple)

~L~

As soft as silk, as strong as as iron (from @Luce_cm on AO3)

A nice punishment (from @lokifromvalhalla)

~N~

Heal me (from @neme-jpeg )

~P~

Your heart and my heart (from @pomegranates-and-blood)

Puppy // Camping trip (from @peaceisadirtyword)

~Q~

Sub!Ivar (from @Queen_See_Ya_In_Valhalla on AO3)

~R~

You and me Ivar (from @rosepetals-flyingbirds )

~S~

Magic herbs (from @simsadventures)

~U~

Ivar doesn't share (from @underthenorthstar on AO3)

~Y~

One step at a time // Angel’s touch // A touch in the Dark (from @youbloodymadgenius)

Last updated : 04/12/22

[missymariee]

Costume Party - Noah Centineo

A/N: this was requested by the lovely @irishfangirlxx as part of my Fall Blurb Week! hope you like it girl x.

The large LA mansion was packed full of drunken young adults. It was a real who’s who of the entertainment industry. From actors to musician, models and social media stars. Literally everyone you followed on Instagram was at this party.

Luckily for you, your friend had gotten casted in a new show that became quite popular almost overnight. You’d met a few of her cast members back when you’d visit her on set and most of them were here. Including the very sweet and talented Lana Condor, who already felt like a close friend. It hadn’t taken long for you and your friend to spot Lana amongst the groups of people.

��Hey girls! Are you having fun?” she greets you both with a quick hug and a large smile.

“We just got here, but it’s definitely the biggest party I’ve ever been too” you didn’t know anyone in your hometown who lived in such a big house so tonight was for sure a new experience.

Lana tugs your friends arm to grab her attention. “You have to come meet some of the cast from Riverdale! They’re really fun”

“Sure! Wanna come Y/N?” your friend asks turning to face you.

“No thanks, I’ll think I’ll go get a drink” as much as you did want to meet them, you still felt a bit out of place and needing something to calm you down.

“Okay, the kitchen is that way” Lana turns and points to the left. “We’ll be by the pool, come meet us after” she chirps and you nod. The girls walk away from you so you start to make your way to the kitchen, trying not to hit anyone with the fake wings strapped to your back. Since it was a costume party, you and your friend had dressed up as fairies. You wore a tulle skirt, fairy wings and had glitter all over your eyes & lips.

You got to the kitchen and spotted the large bowl of what you assumed what spiked fruit punch. It was a deep red and had fake eyes in the bowl making it look slightly gross. You grab the ladle and pour the bloody looking liquid into your plastic cup. You take a large sip of the drink and shudder as the strong taste of vodka hits your tongue.

“That looks awful” you look up and see a cute guy wearing a Spider-Man costume, minus the mask. He was looking at the punch bowl with his lips curled in disgust.

“Doesn’t taste that great either”

“It’s not tequila, is it?”

“Nope, vodka” the boy sighs with relief and reaches over to grab a cup.

“Had a bad experience with tequila?”

“Who hasn’t”

You chuckle and nod. “So true” you then take a second to really look at him and realize that his charming smile and messy curls were familiar. It hits you that the cute boy who was now slowly sipping his drink in front of you was Noah Centineo. Ever since the movie with him and Lana came out back in August you’ve had a huge crush on him. Of course, you never told Lana that, not wanting her to tell him. You had this weird thing of running away from the guys you liked, never wanting them to know you liked them. It wasn’t the best thing to do but you were working on it.

You nervously take another long sip of the fruit punch and hope that the tipsy feeling would hit you soon. Noah places his cup down next to yours and clears his throat.

“So, a fairy huh?”

“Yeah,” you feel your body heat up as he takes a longer look at your costume. “It was easy to put together and turns out I really like putting glitter all over my face.”

Noah lets out a laugh and you giggle along with him. “Well it looks great.”

“Thanks” you look into his eyes for a second before glancing away, feeling like your heart would jump out of your chest if you stared for too long. He truly was a lot hotter in person, if that was even possible.

“And you’re Spider-Man”

“You know it” He grins and sticks out his hand to do Spidey’s web-hand thing. “I’ve got some competition though” he cocks his head to the right where you see another guy in a spidey costume.

“Oh definitely.

“So, what are you up to?”

“Well currently I’m drinking a very strong fruit punch with Spider-Man in the nicest house I’ve ever been in.” you smirk and he chuckles.

“I meant, why are you alone in the kitchen” he takes a step closer to hear you over the loud music.

You sigh and move a stray piece of hair away from your face. “My friends went to go meet the Riverdale cast and I wanted a drink, so here I am. Plus if I’m being honest, this place is so crowded and I wanted some space”

“I get that. Parties like these can be overwhelming at times”

“Yeah, especially since I don’t know anyone. My friend is the actress, I’m just a lame college student.” You shrug sadly and he frowns.

“Being a college student isn’t lame. You’re learning important stuff.”

“I guess so, I just wish I knew what I wanted to do with my degree. Life after school seems a bit daunting” you look back up at him. “You’re lucky you get to do what you love.”

Noah sighs and leans back against the counter, looking effortlessly cool. “I know. It was a lot of work though. Finally being able to get some roles that I connect with.”

“Of course. I bet things got a lot better after To All The Boys”

He cocks his head slightly. “So you know who I am”

“Well…you’re all talented and cute and stuff…um…I mean…yeah” you mumble feeling flustered. Noah chuckles and runs his free hand through his hair.

“Mhhm, so you think I’m cute AND talented?”

You groan and hide your face with your hands, feeling embarrassment crawl up your skin. “This is so embarrassing”

“Woah, woah, whoa. No, it’s not” he gently removes your hands from your face and you timidly look up into his eyes. “I think it’s cute. I think you’re cute, fairy girl”

“Oh thanks” you grin at his compliment before realizing that you hadn’t told him your name yet. “I’m Y/N by the way” you stick your hand out for him to grab.

He shakes your hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Noah.” He grabs his plastic cup and takes a quick look behind him. “Do you want to bring our gross drinks outside? There’s a cool gazebo in the backyard, we could sit and talk if you want” he offers sweetly.

“Yeah, I’d like that” you reply with a wide smile.

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[lordavanti]

Ivar The Boneless x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sister!Reader Part I

Written for: @milbethmorillo Summary: After Ubbe left it’s time to bring those Saxons down. And you surly do, capturing their Bishop which turns out to quite some different conversations. Being the twin sister of Ivar ... isn’t always that easy. Words: 2456

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You smiled, looking up to the trembling sound of feet above you as those Christians invaded York like they just won a battle. The sound of the bells echoing through the streets as a whole Heathen army swirled just underneath the ground. You walked before Ivar and your brother to one of the exit points of these tunnels. You looked over your shoulder to both your brothers, Ivar was smiling, eager to get up there as Hvitserk was chuckling in the dark. These Christians needed a reminder, again. Every time Ivar had something up his sleeve and every time they walked into the trap. What a god they had for not showing them the path to insight and safety. Ivar nodded and you turned back around to the men who pushed ladders against the exit, climbing up as you followed right after them. The panic breaking loose, the shout Ivar released, you grabbed for your dagger throwing it right to one of those Christian soldiers. Until your eyes fell on Aethelwulf and the smile died away. You shoulder still wasn’t properly healed and he was the cause of that. So there was nothing more you wanted then to kill him or one of his sons. Yet, nothing else but calmness radiated on your face. They pulled your twin brother up and you looked over to him, he just nodded, throwing himself in his battle as you and Hvitserk jumped screaming into your own. Every life you took on your way to Aethelwulf you laughed, your breathing picking up as you grunted into the power in which your slayed them down. Hvitserk walked beside you, pushing you screaming against the shoulder before the both of you fought side by side on, facing Aethelwulf as he appeared. Hvitserk was the first to face him while you merciless defend him from other attackers around. But it didn’t took long for your eye fell on one of his sons and you smiled devious, fighting your way through them until you faced Alfred. You pulled an axe out of your belt in your other hand as the doubt struck down his face when he parried your first blow with his shield. But you were faster, easily using both your weapons despite the pain in your shoulder. Alfred didn’t had the experience you had but aside that he was better protected then you were. You got him down against the wall when a man kicked you away, protecting him as you fell down in the mud, grunting while looking up to the soldiers starting to defend their precious king an princes. You pushed up, slitting somebodies stomach open as you walking into the labyrinth of streets.

Finding the courtyard it was completely still. Ivar stood high up, Vikings circling around that one warrior, Headmund. You stroke the blood away from your eyes as you walked closer. ‘Y/n, give him your horse!’ Ivar commanded. Headmund  turned his head, looking at you … a female fighter. They didn’t had that, they only had male warriors so his eyes locked on the blood over your face, the weapons in your hand. You didn’t nod, they just brought the horse as you looked how Headmund sunk on his knees. You looked up to your brother who was watching him with such an intensity. Your horse was brought to him and he kissed his sword, looking how you brother laughed about it you couldn’t ignore your own smile. You looked intensely towards Headmund as he bow for Ivar before getting on your horse. You looked up to your brother as he slightly nodded to you. Headmund turned the horse around ,giving you a look before he nodded to Ivar and the battle started all over again. You started fighting, ducking underneath a sword before you killed the man easily. You turned around, facing your own horse and Headmund. One of your men grabbed him right from that horse, throwing him on the ground. He hurried up but you kicked away his sword before he even has the means to attack you. His chest is heavy as you raised your sword and pressed it against his chest, smiling as two others grabbed him around his arms. ‘Where is your God now?’ You asked, looking up to the sky as if you were looking for a God before looking aside to your brother who studied his sword. ‘HEATHEN!’ Headmund yelled. You smiled, looking aside  to Ivar who started chuckling. ‘Christian.’ He hissed between his lips and you knew by this, another battle was won. It started storming outside as you walked into the church looking to Hvitserk as he was inspecting his own body. ‘Let me.’ You suggested as he tried on cleaning out a wound on his lower back. You took the cloth over from him and turned your attention to his back. ‘Where is Ivar?’ Hvitserk asked, looking over his shoulder to you. He clenched his teeth as you started cleaning out that wound, showing not to much compassion while doing it. ‘He is probably with that bishop.’ ‘Headmund?’ Hvitserk asked sharp. You smiled on the brewing anger under his tone. Headmund did this to Ubbe, made the cut on his face, made him sail away after Ubbe faced Ivar. She wasn’t surprised that Hvitserk wanted something. ‘Something would eventually tear us apart.’ You said softly, pulling back from the small wound before looking over his shoulder into his eyes. ‘It was a matter of time.’ You followed. ‘I know Ivar was right, in all of it. Those Christians did more to us, to Ragnar then the other way around. Ubbe didn’t see that for that he is a fool.’ Hvitserk said, slightly angry. You narrowed your eyes a little, feeling that certain temper, temper you didn’t saw with Hvitserk before, not against his brother anyway. You petted on his shoulder that he was good to go, throwing the cloth into a bucket with slightly blooded water. ‘Let’s go seem him.’ You suggested. ‘Who?’ Hvitserk asked while pulling his shirt back on. ‘Headmund.’ You smiled devious. Hvitserk looked at you, nodding before grabbing his belt with weapons. You turned around, walking out where it was storming, clouds dark and angry, thunder and lighting fighting the sky. You both walked over to where some Vikings shield a door. They let you both in without questioning. To your surprise Ivar wasn’t there, but the Christian was. He laid on the floor, shivering and you slowly walked over to him, crouching down when the thunder strikes again. ‘You hear that Christian?’ You asked with a slight smile. Headmund turned his face, covered in blood and mud, exhausted he looked up to you and your smile became a little wider. You pointed up to the sky. ‘That is Thor, smashing his hammer, basking in our victory.’ You explained the sharp lighting shifting through the sky, the thunder rolling over the clouds. You face lightened and Headmund just looked while your eyes trailed down to the cross around his neck. ‘Is that the only thing your God does, hanging around your neck.’ You reached out and he grabbed your wrist, making you grunt lightly on the tight grip. ‘He is here now and watching.’ Headmund said hoarse. You lowered your head, closing in on his. ‘Looking to how you lay here? Chained? Defeated?’ You asked with a soft chuckle. ‘What is he saying Bishop? He telling you to give up?’ You challenged him. Headmund clenched his teeth, letting go from your wrist and you straightened up a little in your body. ‘The work of God is never done for that I will never give up.’ He warned you. You slowly stood up, turning around to Hvitserk who leaned against the wall with a soft smile. The thunder growled again and you lifted your arms. ‘Neither is our work done.’ You said, bowing as he did earlier on the battlefield before walking out, both you and Hvitserk laughing about his Christian ways. You were looking into that small crisping fire when one of Ivar his men came to tell the Christians left their camp and retreated. You didn’t shift your look as Ivar started talking about taking them down. To your surprise Hvitserk had other things to say. Ivar shifted his legs and you slowly looked up from the fire when he started talking about killing Ubbe and Lagertha before Björn returned. ‘You are making more and more sense my brother.’ Ivar nodded in approval. You looked back in the fire, ignoring both of them as you set your own goals. ‘Sister.’ Ivar said, you didn’t reacted and he called you with your name. Your eyes traveled up to where he sat. ‘What is it that you want?’ ‘You know what I want.’ You reacted. He chuckled leaning back. ‘Aethelwulf. You let your vengeance cloud your mind.’ He said, like you were a little girl that needed teaching. You looked down in your cup, shaking your head before smiling. ‘Don’t talk to me about clouded minds.’ You reacted back, pointing out his clouded mind when he killed Sigurd. His whole body tensed and you gave him a challenging look. ‘Why you want him dead so badly? Hmmm? Because he stabbed you? You are not dead Y/n, you were wounded, nothing more.’ His tone had something mocking and from all people he knew, he knew so well to not use that on you. ‘Ecbert gave a land away that wasn’t ours in the first place, if it wasn’t for you we would have taken it and a lot of our people would have died in their peaceful sleep. Now I want them to burn.’ ‘And burn they will sister,’ Ivar said, pulling his legs from the stones to lean forward. ‘But Hvitserk is right, what are we without a home to return to. Hmm?’ He lowered his head a little, catching your gaze. You looked at him a he shook his head, seeing the stubbornness in your eyes. ‘I promise you we will return here and you can kill Aethelwulf for all he did. But first we have to take back what is ours.’ He went on with a persistent voice. ‘You gonna kill Ubbe?’ You asked, looking over to Hvitserk. ‘You can do that?’ You pointed with your cup to him. ‘He is our brother.’ ‘And he betrayed us sister.’ Ivar snapped. You brought the cup to your lips and drank it empty before standing up. ‘Fine, we go home, we take back what is ours but I’m not killing my brother. One is enough.’ You said with a warning look before walking away, hearing the frustrated growl of Ivar as he called after you. You were still a young woman, you would have more emotions and sense then all of them together. That made you valuable but intensely stubborn. Now you made your point you could sleep in peace, desiring to go home again just as much as you desired to drive a sword into Aethelwulf his heart. Headmund was all tied up when you stepped through the darkness, listening to the conversation going between him and Ivar. Your brother got attached in a way, was it curiosity? Desire to know more? Or was it just a game? You slowly walked, looking how Headmund said to Ivar how your Gods were the work of the devil. When Ivar asked what was evil you slowly walked from behind the pillar and Headmund immediately looked up to you, his eyes fixed as he answered. ‘Slaughter of the innocent.’ He answered. ‘You slaughter when it suites you.’ ‘He who chooses to be heathen is not innocent.’ He snapped. Ivar smiled before looking over to you. You didn’t talked to him after the discussion of last night, he knew he didn’t had to. Still his eyes were a little doubtful for yours were way to calm. Headmund slowly looked back to you and Ivar chuckled. ‘What do you see when you look at her Headmund?’ He asked, following the Bishop his look to you. Headmund looked, for a very long time. ‘Tranquility.’ ‘What else?’ ‘Dedication, loyalty.’ He followed, snapping himself out of his gaze as you slowly looked over to your brother. He was looking at you with a soft smile. ‘The grounds of a good warrior, she is the best, maybe even better then me.’ Ivar explained, looking to the ground before he looked back aside to Headmund. ‘You aren’t all that different, aren’t you calm, dedicated and loyal?’ He asked a little amused. You looed back to Headmund who just rolled his shoulders and refused on answering. ‘Do you know who I am?’ ‘I do, you are Ivar, son of Ragnar Lothbrok and many there are who fear you.’ He said calm. ‘But not you.’ ‘No,’ he reacted, looking aside to Ivar. ‘I fear no man. No matter how wicked.’ He followed, certain of his piece. Ivar smiled, looking over to you as he nodded slowly. ‘But you fear her?’ He asked quietly. Headmund looked over to you, something in his eyes shifted for a small moment as Ivar started laughing. ‘Because she is a woman, a warrior like you never saw before. She may hide in the shadow of all my stories but yes Bishop,’ Ivar whispered, pulling himself over to where you stood. ‘you should fear her.’ ‘Y/n, daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok, twin sister of Ivar the Boneless.’ Ivar paused when Headmund say that and you softly smiled. ‘All those whispers, those tales about the sons of Ragnar avenging the dead of their father. You are afraid because you didn’t hear about her, isn’t it? Because she is as calm, as dedicated and loyal as you are to your God,’ Ivar pointed up. ‘I will give you the change to find out how afraid you should be, to make your own story about that one daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok.’ Ivar said, looking up to you as he chuckled. ‘You are coming on a journey with us.’ You announced, knowing Ivar his thoughts in just one look. Headmund looked away from Ivar to you, eyes flickering.  Ivar started crawling and you turned around, pausing before looking over your shoulder again. ‘I hope your God protects you against the women to, that he protects you over the sea in the land of many gods.’ You said, nodding before following your brother out. He was right all along, Hvitserk was, you needed to go back to Kattegat. You needed to lay aside all your desires to reclaim your home. With one look down to Ivar, eyes locked in a split second you knew each other’s thoughts. The identical small grin came on both of your lips as you walked outside. ‘Let’s go home.’ You whispered.

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A Badass With A Nice Ass

A/N: Requested by @fandomscompilation . Sorry, this took so long but because I haven’t written in a while I had INSANE writer’s block and then I kept getting distracted and aaaa. But I finally did it :’) It’s not as good as I’d have liked it to be but I hope you like it. 

Warnings: Blood, flirty bar women??? 

Words: 2776

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If the sun’s rays shining directly onto your face weren’t enough to wake you, then the rowdy teenagers outside your motel would probably do the trick. You opened your tired eyes, blinking several times as they adjusted to the brightness of the room. With a groan you sat up, swinging your legs over the edge of the lumpy mattress before stretching out your stiff limbs. Nothing like a dirty, cheap motel to recharge the batteries.

A yawn escaped your mouth as you stood, making your way to the bathroom for a shower. As the water started running, you peeled yesterday’s grimy clothes from your skin, throwing them into the far corner of the cramped room. Stepping into the shower, you sighed as the water hit your body. Typical motel and their terrible water pressure, it wasn’t even remotely hot as you began washing your hair, massaging your scalp with shampoo and conditioner in hopes to wash off the groggy morning feeling. You scrubbed your body within an inch of its life as the water went from warm to freezing and back to warm again, constantly fluctuating as you rushed to get out and into something comfortable.

Turning off the flow, you hopped out the shower, wrapping yourself in the rough fabric of a motel towel before walking through to the bedroom. You grabbed a black tank top and a pair of skinny jeans to change into then paired them with your favourite black leather boots and a blue and red flannel. Once changed, you threw the dirty clothes in your duffel bag and hoisted it over your shoulder with ease as you left the room behind in search for a coffee and a newspaper to try and catch the next case.

Securing yourself into your Volvo XC90 T8, you set off in search of a half decent black Americano to fuel your day. You stopped at a gas station just outside of the small town, filling your tank and snatching up a newspaper along with something unhealthy for breakfast. Moving to the side of a country road, you scanned over any articles of interest whilst sipping on your tepid coffee. A murder in Atlanta. A missing child in Detroit. Some serial killer in Austin. Then something caught your eye. Three bodies drained of blood in Ohio. Sounds suspicious enough.

With that, you set off on an eight-hour drive across the country.

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It was seven in the evening when you had arrived and you were exhausted from travelling. Nevertheless, you stayed up doing some last minute research on the deaths nearby whilst chowing down on a hefty sandwich. Taking off your plaid shirt and jeans, you crawled into bed, setting up a radio on the bedside table that tapped into the police force’s frequencies. If anything was discovered, you’d know.

You were lucky if you even got three hours of sleep because of the damn near constant radio chatter. The bags under your eyes were a prominent indication of that. With a huff, you dragged yourself out of the covers and repeated your morning routine, changing into your formal wear so you could visit the bodies in the morgue today. On your way, you grabbed a cup of strong coffee, desperate for some sort of boost this morning. Upon arriving, you flashed your ID to the small, plump man in a lab coat who then guided you to the morgue, pulling out the three bodies.

“FBI huh? Two of your buddies just left, one was a giant, you know ‘em?” He questioned. Could he be any vaguer?

“Ugh probably Hewy and Dewy from the office, they’re a little weird.” You played along, joking lightly with the man. The coffee must be kicking in.

“Ha, yeah, they were asking all sorts of odd questions about sulphur and black goo. Something off about those guys I’m tellin’ ya” He explained. “Anyway take your time, I’m going on a break for fifteen minutes so feel free to ask questions then.” He finished before hurrying off.

You swiftly got to work checking for all the telltale signs of typical supernatural creatures, taking note of anything unusual that you found. After about ten minutes of examining the corpses, you left, coming to the conclusion that it was probably a rogue vamp or a den. Climbing back into your car, you started the engine, radio buzzing to life with reports of another body found not too far from where you were and so you sped off to the scene.

You had been checking the area for any leads when you heard one of the investigators speak behind you.

“One of your friends is right over there actually, detectives.”

The word ‘detectives’ caught your attention and you turned to find an incredibly tall puppy looking man with long hair with his partner who was shorter but ruggedly handsome.These must be the two from the morgue. They sauntered over whilst scanning the crime scene with hard stares. They didn’t look much like detectives. You continued searching the dead man’s pockets for any hint as to where the den could be. There was a small slip in his inner jacket from a bar called Rick’s. It was worth checking out.

“Detective.” A gruff voice chimed from behind you. It was the shorter one. He looked exhausted, a four-day old stubble lining his chiselled jaw. You gave them both a small nod before asking what they knew so far.

“Three bodies, drained of blood but no evidence of them bleeding out anywhere besides the puncture wounds around their pulse points. All males in their mid-thirties seen around the same bar.” He explained as if he had said it a thousand times before. It didn’t seem to phase him at all.

“Let me guess, Rick’s?” You asked raising your brows and holding up the slip from the man’s pocket. The tall one nodded. “What are your names? If we’re going to be working together on this we should at least know that much about each other.” You smiled, waiting for their answers. They pulled out their ID badges and you quickly realised that they were expired. Interesting.

“I’m agent Page and this is agent Bonham.” The tired one lied.

“Huh, like Led Zeppelin? Cool.” You jeered with a knowing smirk. Who were they really? “Is that your car?” Tilting your head towards the 67 Chevy Impala to distract them. When they turned to look at their car, you saw a flash of a knife with a pentagram carved into the hilt in one of their inside pockets. Hunters. As they turned back you gave a quick fake smile, suddenly weary of the two.

“Yeah, she’s my baby.” He looked at you with a proud grin. Looking back at the body, you decided that you had enough to go on to take down the vampire den so you started to walk back to your car.

“Well, I think I have everything I need. Agents.” You nodded in farewell.

You drove back to the grungy motel you were staying in to quickly get changed before heading to the bar. On your way into town, you could have sworn you drove past it, the big neon sign was broken, the bottom half of the ‘R’ in Rick’s failing to light up anymore.

The inside of the bar was as broken as the outside. It smelled like cigarettes and cheap beer, the patrons you walked passed stunk of dollar store cologne almost as if they bathed in it. The bartender looked like he had seen some shit too. A group of men in heavy jackets played pool in the corner, the sound of cheers and the clacking of pool balls hitting each other filling your ears as they drank their pints.

Walking over to the bar, you settled onto a stool off to the side by the toilets. It gave you a good view of the whole bar which was helpful. You ordered straight scotch with ice whilst you eyed a few of the more suspicious customers in the room. A man in a leather jacket and red t-shirt sat in a darker booth on his own. His hair was a mess, but not the kind of mess that was unattractive. It was ruffled and dark with a small patch of grey even though he looked no older than 30. Thick stubble graced his jaw and his mysterious eyes locked with yours for a moment before flickering back at his glass of spirit.

A low rumble could be heard faintly in the distance outside of the establishment, growing closer and closer before stopping right outside. Car doors slam before the ‘agents’ from earlier waltz in, this time in jeans and jackets instead of suits. They fit in better than you did in your flannel and shorts. Their eyes glided across the room before settling on you and walking over to the empty stools beside you. The man who calls himself Page takes the seat next to you while his partner stayed on his other side.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a dump like this?” He joked, glancing at you out the corner of his forest green eyes. Scoffing, you took another sip of your scotch, focussing on the burn as it ran through your body. “Seen anything yet?” He added. You shook your head.

“Just a couple of weirdos that I have my eye on but no one has left together or made any moves. That guy in the booth keeps looking at me though.” You admitted with a smirk, eyes moving to look at him as he finished his drink.

The boys ordered themselves a beer each and scoped the place out. About half an hour of idle chit chat passed before you caved in and asked them.

“So what are your real names?” Their eyes immediately widened in shock at your question. “Come on, I’m not an idiot, I saw your knife earlier and I know you’re hunters so what are your real names.” You pressed, cocking an eyebrow. They both fidgeted suddenly uncomfortable in their seats.

“I’m Dean, this is Sam.” He admitted with furrowed brows. His lips were pushed into a tight line as he looked you up and down as if assessing whether or not you were a threat. You rolled your eyes.

“Chill, I’m only here to get rid of the problem like you.” You sighed. Ordering another scotch, you turned to find a woman sitting next to Sam in an attempt to gain his attention. Narrowing your eyes and nudging Dean, you nodded your head in her direction, watching as Sam pointedly ignored her advances. The lack of conversation only spurred her on, gripping his thigh and whispering in his ear which in turn made him scrunch up his face in what almost seemed like a grimace.

“Could that be the vamp? Sam fits the pattern; male, mid-thirties.” You said barely above a whisper, still looking at the woman. Her dark eyes were fixed on the tall man, eyelashes battering lightly against her high cheekbones. Licking her painted lips, she took a sip of her red wine and moved on to Dean, swaying her hips as she sauntered over.

He played along, flirting and buying her another drink. She couldn’t have gotten any closer to him, pressing her body against his as he grabbed her hips and chuckled. Impressive, you thought. She bent over slightly, showing off her ass as she whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was, and you had a pretty good idea, it made him swiftly finish his drink as she dragged him out of the bar. Both you and Sam looked at each other before gathering your jackets and shadowing the two.

She leads Dean down several dark alleyways before stopping in front of a warehouse. Sam and yourself were watching from afar and in the dark so you weren’t spotted. Dean pinned her against the door, kissing down the woman’s neck as he opened the warehouse and practically fell in. You pulled a machete out of your olive jacket, Sam mimicking your actions before sneaking in behind them.

Upon entering the old, dank building, the pair saw Dean with the woman behind him, fangs threatening to puncture his neck if they moved a step closer. Sam visibly tensed.

“You honestly thought that I couldn’t smell your hunter stench following me? I thought you guys were supposed to be smart.” She hissed. More vampires seemingly appeared out of the darkness of the warehouse, easily surrounding the four. You instantly jumped into a fighting stance, back to back with Sam. You’d been in worse situations. Dean made some snarky remark but you didn’t hear him as you counted the reinforcements. Fifteen. There were fifteen god damned vamps. Sixteen if you included the woman currently baring her teeth at you.

As she continued talking to Sam and Dean, you reached into your jacket pocket, producing a small handgun. Swiftly turning to the woman, you shot at her shoulder which obviously did nothing but distract her but it allowed Dean to break free of her grip, joining his brother and yourself in the middle. A fight immediately broke out. You slashed and beheaded and kicked and punched every vamp that came near you, slicing through them with ease. Dodging a blow from one of the undead you quickly drove your blade through it’s abdomen then pulled it back and slashed its throat, the head hitting the floor and rolling away.

Amongst all the ass kicking Dean kept glancing over at you between hits, at first to make sure you were holding your own but now he was simply admiring your physique. The tank top you wore showed off your toned abdomen, the muscles moving underneath your skin. Your strong, attractive legs danced around the sorry vamp who tried to get a punch in before lifting one to kick it in the jaw. His eyes raked down your body as he took out another bloodsucker. He had to admit, you were hot.

Only two remained and they looked terrified. The blood of their former friend’s was splattered all over your clothes and exposed skin as you stalked them, breathing heavily at the physical demand of the fight. Your pupils were blown wide with the adrenaline from the whole ordeal and they were locked onto your target. With two quick strides, you kicked in the back of one’s knee, sending it to the floor before chopping off it’s head. Sam had taken care of the last one as you walked back towards Dean who was staring at you with a look of something akin to adoration.

“You are one badass hunter.” He smirked, gazing at your compact form. A smirk of your own painted itself onto your lips as you looked at him.

“I know.” You chuckled, your chest rapidly rising and falling. Using the back of your hand to wipe some of the gore from your face, you surveyed the area, checking that all of them were dealt with. Sam stood a few feet away, wiping down his machete on one of the body’s clothing. “I’ve been hunting since I was in diapers, my mom taught me everything I know.” You confessed, a small smile gracing your delicate features.

The walk back to the cars was silent. It wasn’t awkward, but rather comfortable as if you were all calming down from the events that had occurred just moments ago. Throwing your weapons into the trunk of your SUV, you sighed realising how worn out you were. A slam of a car door grabbed your attention and you saw Dean strutting over to you as Sam sat in the Impala.

“Hey, listen, you were kicking some mean ass back there and I just wanted to say thanks for helping us out.” He began. You opened your mouth to say something but he held up a hand to signal he wasn’t finished. “If you ever need a hand, this is my number” he continued, holding out a torn piece of paper with a mobile number scrawled in black ink. “We can’t just let a girl with those skills go.” Dean finished, his voice low. Taking the paper, you grinned but when you looked back up to say something, he was already getting into his car.

Biting your lip, you let out a small chuckle, opening your door and climbing into the driver’s seat. As the engine came to life, the thoughts of teaming up with them again flooded your mind as you drove off down the highway to find another case.

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Author's Note: I really am sorry I haven't posted in forever, school has been so busy with finals and things about I hope I'll be able to post more during the two months I get of summer (two! what a cop out, honestly). Shorter than I wanted but I needed to post something. Not super book accurate but let's be real, I'm trying to make Inej and Y/n different so...

Previous part below: (I promise it's the right chapter, I don't know why it says chapter 5)

Dirtyhands and the Bloodbender: Chapter IX

Y/n L/n: Ferolind

The boat blows into smithereens just as I sneak towards it. Heat sears through my body as one thought fills my head: "what the hell has Kaz gotten himself into". It took me a second to remember that I'm not supposed to care for him right now, and also MY BODY WAS ON FIRE.

...My body wasn't on fire. I was just panicking, but it still hurt. Flares of pain rush through me. I start to crawl away, arms and legs sprawled on the ground so I could still breathe with all the smoke around.

Someone comes up behind me, pulling me to my feet by my collar. They toss my navy jacket to the side, one I thought was a good idea to bring with all its pockets and hidden weapons. I grab my knife and plunge it into the person behind me as they scream in pain. I don't know what I hit but I can feel blood rush down my back.

I start to walk away when the barrel of a gun is against my temple. "Oh good. We've got Brekker's Bloodbender." I don't recognize the voice. The blurry figure of the person before me looks a little familiar, one of Geel's men I think.

"What a welcome," I say. "I wasn't expecting a greeting party." The gun pushes harder against my forehead.

The man chuckles. It's not a nice sound, more of a cruel little reaction to my attempt at stalling. I don't really need to buy myself time though, only a bit of space. My fingers twitch, pulling the blood off my body and forming it into shards.

My powers are unexplainable to most. Those who know don't understand it either. The best way to put it is that I'm somewhat of a Tidemaker, except I work with blood, not water. I used to be a Durast, back in Ravka, I was just more a soldier than the other Fabrickators.

The shards drive into the man's wrist, as he drops the gun. He's not loud like my other attacker, rather silent as a knife rams into my side.

I try to stop the bleeding, putting my hand over the wound as I blindly shoot into fog. The sound of at least three bodies dropping the ground is enough to pull a smirk out of me.

The world starts to spin, a little too blurred out for my liking, as I sit on the ground. The sound of waves pelting back and forth on the warf makes me dizzy. There's a clicking coming towards me, that sounds a lot like Kaz's cane. I've nearly convinced myself that I'm imagining it until arms scoop me up.

I manage to pry my eyes open. Kaz Brekker is carrying me. His cane seems to be abandoned, coffee brown eyes darting back and forth.

"Apologize to me." I don't know why that's the first thing I say, but when he doesn't answer, I know I mean it even more.

"For what?"

For foolishly trying to protect me. For trying to leave me behind. For making me care for you. Those are all things I think but don't say. Instead I answer with "doesn't matter".

I can't hear him reply, if he even does. I'm far too deep, falling into darkness and shadow, consumed by all my terrible thoughts and memories.

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First Fight - Noah Centineo

A/N: I decided to make this a combined request from prompts that some of you lovelies sent in. The prompts used in this imagine are bolded throughout the text. Hope you like it x. 

Your relationship with Noah was almost perfect and everyone could see that. It was rare for you and Noah to argue about things. Normally, you saw eye to eye on issues and so you never fought. You both trusted each other and never felt the need to act on jealous emotions. You told each other everything, from likes/dislikes to how certain behaviours made you feel and you both found communication to be really important. It was easy to see why your relationship with Noah was healthy. But, no relationship was totally perfect. 

The night had started off wonderfully, you and Noah had a scheduled date night which you were very excited about. You hadn’t properly seen him in 3 weeks due to his intense schedule. He’d been on set almost every night and day, leaving you to fall asleep and to wake up all alone. You knew that his job involved an unpredictable schedule but it was really starting to annoy you. All you wanted was to spend some quality time with your lovely boyfriend without any interruptions. So, there you were waiting on your couch to hear Noah’s distinct knocks on your front door. You’d gotten all dolled up for your date night, having assumed that he had planned something utterly romantic as usual. Unfortunately, you were wrong like very wrong. 

You hear Noah knocking and you rush up from the couch to open the door. Noah grins when he sees you and raises an eyebrow once he notices what you’re wearing. 

“Why are you all dressed up?” he asks and you chuckle thinking that he was joking. When you see the confused expression on his face you realize that he’d forgotten about your plans. 

“It’s date night.”

“I knew I forgot something today” he says jokingly with only irritates you even more. 

“Oh, piss off” you reply with an exaggerated eye roll. 

Noah frowns at your sudden change of attitude and crosses his arms defensively. “Would you relax? It’s not a huge deal, we can reschedule date night.” 

“It is a big deal! We haven’t spent any alone time together for weeks and I miss you” 

“Well I’ve been busy, they need me on set for a lot of the scenes. I don’t know what you want me to do about it.” 

“Oh, come on Noah, I have a busy job too and I still make time for us” 

“Try being an actor and then come talk to me about having a busy job” he mutters under his breath just loud enough for you to hear. That was the last straw for you. You weren’t going to let him undermine you or your job and if he wanted to act like a child he could go do it somewhere else. 

“Maybe you should spend the night in your trailer, since you seem to be loving being on set lately” you reply coldly. 

“Fine, then maybe I’ll go ahead and do just that” he snaps and you narrow your eyes. You were hoping that he was going to disagree with you and stay at your place like he usually does. 

“Go ahead, see if I care,” you turn around and start to walk back to your bedroom. “and close the door on your way out.” You yell out without looking back. A few seconds later you hear your front door slamming shut, indicating that Noah had in fact left. You throw yourself onto your bed and start to silently cry into your pillow. This was the biggest fight you’d ever had with Noah and it left you feeling like utter crap. You truly didn’t know how you were going to fix things after that fight. 

That night Noah had done exactly what you’d said. He went back to set and tried to fall asleep on the shitty couch in his trailer. But, no matter what he did he couldn’t manage to fall asleep. The fight you’d had kept replaying in his mind and he realized that he’d made a big mistake by leaving. So, he put some shoes on, got in his car and drove to your apartment, ready to apologize profusely. 

You heard the familiar pattern of knocks on your door and knew who it was. You throw on a baggy sweatshirt and slowly make your way over to the door. You could hear Noah’s heavy breathing through the door and paused before making a move to open it. 

“I’m a mess” you hear him whisper through the wooden door of your small apartment. “I hate fighting like this.” 

“I don’t know what we should do” you reply truthfully. 

“I can’t quit this show-”

You interrupt him with an irritated sigh “I know that Noah.” 

“So, where does that leave us?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Maybe we should take a break then” you say tentatively. You hear Noah rest his head against your door with a deflated sigh.

“Please don’t say that” his voice sounded strained, like he had been crying. “I can’t lose you Y/N.” 

You bite down on your own lip to try to keep yourself from crying. You didn’t want to break things off with Noah but in that moment, it felt like the logical thing to do.

“I don’t want to lose you either Noah, but we can’t keep being together if we’re never actually together. I can’t be with someone who’s never around.” 

“I’ll try harder Y/N. I promise I’ll make a better effort to be there for you.” He pleads.

You decide to open the door, knowing that this was a conversation to have face-to-face. He was slightly startled by the sound of the door creaking open but it gave him hope, hope that you would be willing to work things out. 

“Okay.” You say once you get to look into Noah’s bloodshot eyes. “But, only if you promise that you’ll be around more often. I refuse to be one of those girls who sits around waiting for her boyfriend.” 

Noah nods rapidly. “Of course, I swear I’ll be here more often and I won’t forget another date night.” 

You break out into a small smile and wrap your arms around Noah’s torso, giving him a comforting hug. He brings his arms around you as well and tightens the hug, squeezing you tightly. He places a soft kiss on your forehead and you hum contently. At the end of the day this was all you wanted, to be in Noah’s arms and to feel loved.

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Halloween Costume Shopping - Peter Parker Blurb

A/N: this blurb was requested for my fall blurb week by a lovely anon. It’s just some cute best friend Peter, hope you like it x.

“Should we do a couple’s costume?” you ask Peter while browsing for Halloween costumes in Queens best costume shop.

“W-what?” Peters turns to you with a stunned expression. “You want to do a couple’s costume with me?”

“Well yeah, we’re best friends so why not?” You take a costume packet from the shelf and show it to Peter. “What about this one”

“That would look great on you” He smiles and you grin. You loved shopping with Peter because he was always supportive and great at helping you pick out outfits. He knew your style pretty well, which made sense considering you’d been best friends since elementary school.

“Thanks! I’ll try it on and see if it works” you put the packet in your basket and keep looking at the wall of costumes.

“So uh, you know how we’re picking out costumes for Flash’s party?”

“I still can’t believe we’re actually going to that” you roll your eyes remembering Flash’s creepy wink when he invited you to his Halloween party.

“Yeah, w-well…um, I was, uh wondering-” Peter mumbles his words.

“Spit it out Pete” you interrupt him with a small smile and he blushes.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the party together” he blurts up rapidly.

You cock your head and squint. “Aren’t we already going together?” His blush deepens and looks at the floor, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah but…”

“But what Peter?” you frown feeling worried by his odd behaviour. You bring a hand up to his arm and squeeze it gently. “Are you okay?” He was acting odd again, the last time he was nervous and shy around you was around Homecoming. You assumed it was just because he wanted to tell you who he was crushing on.

Peter sighs and nods. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He shakes your hand off his shoulder and takes a few steps away, pretending to look at the random costume packets on the shelf. He was beating himself up for not being able to get the right words out.

“I know that’s a lie,” you sigh and step closer to him. “C’mon Pete we’ve known each other long enough to when the other isn’t telling the truth”

Peter takes a deep breath in, then out and turns around to face you. “I really like you Y/N, like more than a best friend and I want to go to Flash’s party with you…as my girlfriend” you blink shocked by Peter’s confession. Sure, you’d always thought he was cute but he was always talking about Liz so you never imagined that he could like you in a romantic way.

“Wait, you like me-like me. For real? This isn’t just some dumb Halloween prank?”

Peter’s shaky hands take yours and he squeezes them gently. “Of course not, I wouldn’t do that to you.” You feel your face heat up and this time you were the shy one looking at the floor. A boy had never told you he liked you before so these feelings were all new to you. But, it felt good – especially since it was sweet Peter Parker.

“Okay, yeah. I’d love to go to his party with you”

Peter releases a sigh of relief with a wide grin. “Really?” you giggle at his cute expression and nod.

“Yes really. I like you too Peter” his grin widens as does yours as you both stand there looking at each other like two love sick puppies. Peter looks at the costume wall the back at you.

“I guess we should really do a couple’s costume then huh?”

“Definitely. So, what are you thinking, something spooky, a pun or a pop culture costume?” Your eyes start to go over the variety of costumes once again. But, instead of trying to find the perfect one, you’re too busy thinking about how excited Ned and Aunt May were going to be after hearing that you and Peter were dating. Halloween definitely just got a little sweeter.

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First Anniversary – Noah Centineo

A/N: This is just pure fluff. Like if this was a scene in a movie I’d stop watching it because it’s just THAT cheesy! Thank you @prvncess-mimii for requesting this, I hope you like it x. 

The sunlight filters through your light-coloured curtains waking you up from your peaceful slumber. Your eyes flutter open and you immediately smile remembering what day it was. You look over to left to see that your boyfriend’s side of the bed was empty. You stretch your limbs out and grab your phone to see if he’d gone out. Once you saw that Noah hadn’t texted you about leaving your apartment, you assumed he was simply in the washroom. Until you heard noise coming from the kitchen. You sit up in the bed and crane your neck trying to see into the hallway when you hear him starting to walk towards your bedroom. 

“Good morning babe” you sit up straighter as your lovely boyfriend walks into the room carrying a silver tray. You look him up and down admiring how attractive he was even in the early hours of the morning. He was wearing his grey sweatpants and a loose white T-shirt, his usual morning attire. His curly locks were falling in front of his eyes obscuring his vision, which is probably why he slightly stumbled over the grey carpet by your bed. 

“Morning” you reply with a lazy grin. Noah places the silver tray on your night table and leans in to peck your cheek. You look over excitedly to your side to take a peak of what was on the silver platter. It had two large plates on it that had pancakes stacked up high with maple syrup dripping down, two glasses that were filled with what you assumed was Noah’s famous berry smoothie and tucked away on the side there was a little box covered in pink wrapping paper and a white card next to it. 

“You made us breakfast in bed” you coo at his sweet gesture and he nods. Noah places the tray on your legs and jogs around the bed to get into it from his side. He snuggles up next to you and puts half of the tray on his legs so you would both be supporting it. You could tell he was a little nervous because he wasn’t as talkative as he usually is and he had a concentrated look on his face. His eyebrows were close together and he was biting the inside of his cheeks, as if he was trying to think of the perfect thing to say. 

“You okay Noah?” your question zaps him out of his thoughts and he gaze focuses back on you. He smiles softly and his eyes lock with yours. He loved staring into your eyes and admiring their colour. He found everything about you to be so fascinating and beautiful that sometimes he’d lose track of time by admiring you. You did the same too, you were both always in awe of one another and it wasn’t just your looks. You admired Noah for the funny and wise man that he was, just as he admired you for being the strong and kind girl you are. 

“Yeah I’m okay. I’m just so happy to be here with you” he replies and gently bops your nose. You giggle and lean into his tanned arm. 

“I’m glad you’re here too.” He’d been gone for a few weeks to shoot a film in Vancouver and you had been missing him so much. A part of you thought that he was still going to be away at work today but he had surprised you last night by showing up unexpectedly at your doorstep with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a cheeky grin on his face. 

“Like I’d ever miss our first anniversary” he replies seriously but with a smile. It was no secret that Noah was a romantic and yet he always found ways to surprise you in the most adorable ways possible. For your half-year anniversary, which Noah convinced you was a ‘real thing’, he had taken you for a sunset picnic on the beach where the blanket he had laid on the sand had red rose petals all around it and in the middle of the blanket there was a plate full of your favourite desserts. His friend Jack had helped place the whole thing while Noah drove you there blindfolded. So, you couldn’t begin to imagine what sort of romantic gesture he’d be doing for today. A one-year anniversary was a big deal, for the both of you. You, because you’d never had a serious boyfriend and him, because you were the first girl he truly knew he loved. 

“You know I wouldn’t be mad if you had to work today” you quip as Noah starts to eat his pancakes. You grab a piece as well and plop it in your mouth, almost melting at how delicious and fluffy his pancakes were. 

“I know and I love you for that. But, I wanted to spend the whole day with you and without any interruptions. After all, it’s our first anniversary and that’s a big deal” you heart soared at his words. The fact that he felt that your anniversary was special said a lot about him. You loved that he didn’t feel like it was an obligatory celebration. 

You both finish the delicious breakfast that Noah had made in between talking about your plans for the rest of the day. Once you finished debating whether to have a quiet night in or get all fancy and go out, you noticed that there were still items left on the silver tray. 

“Sooo,” you stretch the ‘o’ out catching his attention “What’s that?” you point over to the little box and card still placed on the tray. Noah’s eyes light up and he grabs the items to hand them to you. 

“It’s just a little something special for my favourite girl” he grins as you start to read the card which had the most loving message written inside it. Your eyes started to well up with tears as they read Noah’s sweet words about how much you meant to him and how his life had gotten better since you’ve been it in. 

“That was so sweet” You place the card down on the bed and lean in to give Noah a quick kiss. 

“Now open up the box” he urges you with a big grin. He was almost certain that you were going to like what was inside it. You unwrap the pink paper to reveal a black jewellery box. You pop the top up and let out a little gasp. 

“Oh Noah” your heart melts as you take out the necklace from the little black box. It was a gold chain that had a heart dangling from it with the date that you met Noah engraved on the back. 

“Do you like it?” he asks hopefully and nod your head quickly. 

“I love it, thank you babe” he grins at your reaction, happy that you liked the necklace. “I’ve actually got something for you too” you grin as Noah’s eyebrows go up in surprise. 

“Really?” 

“Yep” you leap out of bed and grab the blue holographic bag from your closet. You bring it back into bed and plop it into Noah’s lap. “Happy anniversary! I hope you like it” you smile brightly as he starts to take the tissue paper out of the bag, revealing the gifts you got him. The first was a book that Noah had been wanting to read for ages and the second was a poem you’d written. 

“This is perfect, thanks babe” he smiles widely at you and you grin back, happy that he liked his gifts. He leans in closer to you and cups your cheek, bringing your lips to his. Your lips mold together perfectly almost as if you’d been made for each other. Kissing Noah was a feeling you couldn’t describe, everything about it made you feel alive and loved. 

You both pull away to get some air, your foreheads leaning against each other. He gently rubs his thumb over your cheekbone and sighs contently.

“I’m so in love with you” he whispers softly. 

“I’m in love with you too” you reply with utter confidence. You knew with every bone in your body that you were in love with Noah. He was your person and you were his. 

Your lips reconnect and you could swear that fireworks were going off all around you. It felt like the most magical moment ever, and you loved it. 

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House Party - Noah Centineo

Request: Hey! I was just wondering if you could make a Noah Centineo imagine where you go over to one of his parties and you get drunk, he takes care of you etc? Thanks! 💛

A/N: Can I just move to LA so that this can happen to me? But for real, being Noah’s friend and having him fall for you would be some cute shit! 

It’s Saturday night and you’re at another one of Noah’s famous parties. His house is filled with people from actors and musicians to regular folk like you. Being his best friend you always attended his parties, mostly to spend time with him but also because they’re super fun. He knew how to show people a good time so he was known for his killer parties. Tonight was no exception, people were dancing, laughing, drinking and overall having a great time. 

You were a couple of drinks in and dancing your ass off on the dance floor. Usually you didn’t drink much at his parties but tonight was different. Tonight, you wanted to flirt with all the cute boys and that was going to take some liquid courage. 

Little did you know, while you started drinking and talking to guys, Noah was watching. He felt so jealous when those guys tried flirting with you. But of course, he couldn’t do anything about because you were just his best friend. Even if he so desperately wanted to walk up to you and plant a kiss on your lips to show those guys you were his. So, distraction after distraction was the only option. Noah decided he was going to spend his time with the overly touchy girl next to him in an attempt to ignore the flirty touches between you and his friends.  

As the night went on he noticed pretty quickly that you were plastered and he knew he was going to be the one taking care of you tonight. He spots you pouring another drink in the kitchen from his seat on the couch and decides to intervene. He excuses himself from the lanky blonde next to him and walks over to his kitchen. You’re about to take a sip of your gin and juice mixture when a large hand takes a hold of the red solo cup and places it on the counter. 

“I think you’ve had enough Y/N” you pout as he pours your drink out into the sink. 

“Come on Noah, it’s a party” you whine and he chuckles. 

“I know but I don’t want you to feel sick tomorrow” he gives your arm a quick squeeze and you melt. You look into his beautiful eyes and sigh dreamily. You knew he was attractive and usually you kept those thoughts at bay but the alcohol seemed to make them very present in your mind. 

“You’re such a good guy Noah, I love being your friend” 

“Yeah I know, I love being your friend too Y/N” he smiles weakly at the ‘friends’ part, wishing that your love was more than platonic. 

“I love this song!” you exclaim loudly when a new song starts and you run over to the designated dance floor starting to clumsily dance to the pop song’s catchy beat as Noah stands back trying to stifle a laugh. He watches you dance for a few minutes before deciding you were okay and goes back to his couch.

 It’s now three in the morning and most people have gone home or have crashed in his living room. Noah had decided that it was time to bring you to bed and that’s what he was currently attempting to do. You were walking down the hallway towards his room when a wave of nausea hit. 

“I don’t feel so good” you moan and Noah winces as you stumble into a wall to then fall on ground with a groan. 

“Come on Y/N, let’s get you to bed” he picks you up bridal style and carries you to his bedroom.

“Noo, you can’t make me” you whine in his arms and try to get out but he makes sure you don’t fall again. You get to his room and he gently puts you on his bed. 

“Alright, in the bed you go” 

“I’m not done partying!” you slur drunkenly and start to bounce only to then fall backwards on his bed with a loud giggle. Noah sighs and shakes his head slightly amused but also worried that you were going to fall off and hurt yourself. 

“Please sweetheart, you need to sleep” 

“Fine” you give in with a pout but quickly switch your expression to a sweet smile. “Can you tuck me in?” he chuckles at your puppy dog eyes and nods. 

“Of course,” you grin and hop under his comfy burgundy duvet. 

“There you go” he brings the duvet up to your neck and places a blanket on top of it. You comfortably cuddle yourself into the sheets and hum at the softness of the material. Noah had the best bed, his mattress was so comfortable and his duvet was heavy but never made you overheat. 

He presses a light kiss on your forehead and starts to leave but you grab his hand. 

“Can you stay with me for a little bit?” you murmur not wanting to be alone just yet.

“S-sure” his cheeks flush as he slips under the covers next to you. It wasn’t the first time that you guys slept next to each other but you usually stayed on your designated sides. This time however, you scooched closer to Noah and placed your head on his chest. 

“Love you No” you whisper softly before closing your eyes, feeling ready to fall asleep. 

“Love you too Y/N” he whispers back his heart soaring at the sound of hearing you say ‘I love you’. He knew that you were drunk and probably meant those words platonically but he couldn’t help but wish you meant them like how he meant them. He takes a quick peek at you to make sure you’d fallen asleep and your tightly shut eyes confirm it. 

“I wish you knew how much I really love you” he sighs sadly and closes his eyes as well, hoping to fall asleep quickly. If only he would’ve known that you hadn’t fallen asleep yet and had heard his wish. 

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It’s A Bad Day For A Cruise - Noah Centineo

Request: I would looooove for you to write something about meeting noah on a cruise... maybe prompt 12???

A/N: Omg imagine meeting Noah on a cruise, like you’d basically be stuck together in the middle of the ocean. 

Spring break was the perfect time for you and your best friend to hop on a plane to Florida and get on a cruise. You knew that there were going to be a ton of people your age on the cruise so it was a great opportunity to meet new people, make some friends and maybe even have a spring break fling. You truly thought that this cruise was going to be an amazing experience. Then you boarded the ship and that’s when everything started going wrong. 

First, you found out that their computers had messed up and booked you and your friend for a very small room with a double bed, which was intended for 1 passenger and not 2. Then, while unpacking your clothes you realized that you brought last year’s swimsuits that were way too small and not the new ones you’d bought. In order to cheer you up your friend had the great idea that the two of you should go up and check out the pool deck. It would’ve worked if it wasn’t way overcrowded and filled with model looking girls walking around. You couldn’t help but feel insecure in your shorts & casual T-shirt. Your friend told you not to worry about it but the damage had already been done. Your mood was officially sour and you were ready to head back to your room and nap until the next day came along. Just as you were going to ask for the room key, which your friend had kept in her purse, you lost sight of her. 

You groaned when you realized that you couldn’t see her through the dense crowd of people. The day had gotten worse so quickly that you decided to give up on any possibility that it would get better. As you gave in to your negative thoughts the people behind you pushed you a little too hard by accident and sent you stumbling down. But, before your body could make contact with the hard floor a strong pair of hands caught you. Those strong hands happened to belong to a very attractive and tall guy, which you noticed when you looked up to see who had saved you. And for a quick second you felt like your day was getting better, that is until the hot guy opened his mouth. 

“Try not to fall in love with me” he says with an amused smirk while still holding you in his arms. 

“That won’t be a problem” you retort with an eye roll before getting out of his embrace and walking away. Sure, the guy was super attractive but you weren’t in the mood to flirt. At this point you were 100% done with the day and simply wanted to get the key to your room and take a nap.

The hot guy quickly steps in front of you blocking your exit. “Woah woah woah. Wait a sec”

“What?” 

“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to annoy you, promise.” He sends you a genuine smile making you feel like a jerk for being cold towards him. 

You let out a deflated sigh and shake your head. “You didn’t, I should be the one apologizing for my tone. I’ve just had a really shitty day” 

“What happened?” 

“It feels like nothing is going right” 

“Well we’ve got to change that, now don’t we” he gives you a mischievous grin and you raise an eyebrow, intrigued by him.

“And how are you going to do that?” 

“Easy, I’m going to show you all the best spots on this cruise. There’s no way you’ll be in a bad mood with me around.” You laugh at his over-confident remark but agree anyways. You were already in a bad mood and figured that it couldn’t get any worse. At least you’d be able to stare at the boy’s beautiful face if worst came to worst. 

“I’m Noah by the way” he sticks his hand out and you shake it.

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you Noah” you smile up at him and he grins back. 

“You too,” he claps his hands excitedly and points to the right. “Follow me that way, our first stop is the smoothie bar.” You nod and follow him closely as he starts to make his way off the pool deck.

A few hours later, you and Noah were still hanging out and your mood had definitely improved. You were starting to really like him and his charming smile. A part of you was even hoping that later tonight he’d bring you to the top deck and kiss you under the stars. It was a cheesy thought but what was the point of being on a cruise if you couldn’t have cheesy moments with a cute boy.

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Haunted House - Tom Holland Blurb

A/N: this was requested by @irishfangirlxx ! I now aspire to go to a haunted house with Tom, it’s something I need in my life.

Haunted houses were one of your favourite things about Halloween. That feeling you got when someone jumped out and scared the crap out of you was thrilling. Usually you went alone or dragged one of your friends along but this year you were going to bring your boyfriend. When you first asked Tom to come with you to a haunted house he didn’t even think twice before saying yes. He hadn’t gone to one since he was a child so he didn’t know how scary haunted houses for adults could be. Which would probably explain why his face fell the second he saw the very large and very real creepy old house.

“Is somebody scared?” you poke him teasingly and he scoffs.

“Please darling, I’m not scared - I’m Spider-Man” he puffs his chest out. “I’ll protect you from the ghosts”

“My hero” You snort and start to walk away to the ticket booth with Tom following in your footsteps.

You buy the admission tickets for the haunted house and make your way to the front of the house. You turn to your left and look at Tom who was standing by your side.

“Are you ready?” you ask Tom and he nods quickly.

“Let’s do this” he takes your hand and squeezes it. You walk into the haunted house being quickly engulfed into darkness and surrounded by fog. You guys walk further into the house towards what looked like the living room and suddenly a creepy looking zombie jumps out at you. You and Tom both let out a loud shriek. It runs away and just as you catch your breath another scary looking person runs by you cackling. With another scream, you and Tom both huddle into each other.

“When do they stop?” he whispers into your ear and you giggle.“

“Never, they just keep coming” you both take another few steps through a bunch of fake rodents and bugs hanging down from the ceiling while trying to avoid the spider-webbed corners.

“This is so creepy” Tom says as the music in the haunted house starts getting louder. You get to the back of the first room and are faced with too equally weird looking doors.

“Which one should we go through?” you turn to ask Tom and he takes a second to think before pointing to the one of the left.

“That one, I have a good feeling about it.” Tom reaches out and turns the knob on the creaky wooden door. You both slowly walk through it waiting for something to pop up at any moment. The room you walked into had strobe lights going off letting you see the fake blood splattered all over the walls. You tentatively take a step forward but jump back when a little girl dressed in a white nightgown pops up in front of you.

“Oh my god!” you yell backing up into Tom. The little girl laughs sinisterly and goes back to her hiding spot letting you and Tom move on to the next room while still clutching each other’s hands.

“Well that girl was bloody terrifying” Tom chuckles and you nod.

“Oh yeah, she scared the hell out of me” you snuggle into Tom’s chest and he wraps an arm around you to keep you ‘safe’ from the haunted house employees.

“How many more rooms do we have left to do love?”

“Only a few. We can leave earlier if you want though”

“No, this is fun. Let’s keep going” You quirk an eyebrow at your boyfriend’s sudden interest in the haunted house and he grins. “What? I like having you close to me” Tom blushes as you ‘awww’ at his comment and softly peck his lips.

You end up finishing the haunted house which was another few rooms and a very creepy basement before being let out through the back door and into the backyard where they had apple cider.

“That was terrifying, but I actually liked it!” Tom grins and you laugh. “We have to do this again. I’ll start looking online for more places with haunted houses” he pulls out his phone and starts typing away. You smile lovingly at him, happy that you finally had someone who loved going to haunted houses with you.

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Fall Blurb Week!

Hey guys, so it’s my reading week and I decided I wanted to re-open my requests (until Saturday)! Since its autumn, I’ll be doing blurbs that relate to all things fall! I know I still have a few requests in my inbox and I’ll get to those soon enough.  But for now, here are some ideas you can use for your blurb request:

1. Playing in the leaves 2. Shopping for a pumpkin / going to a pumpkin patch 3. Haunted house 4. Halloween costume shopping 5. Costume party 6. Cozy sweaters 7. Pumpkin spice lattes 8. Corn maze 9. Eating too much candy 10. Trick or treating 11. Pumpkin pie  12. Halloween decorations 

I’ll write for: - Noah Centineo / Peter Kavinsky - Tom Holland / Peter Parker - 5SOS - 1D - Nick Robinson

You can also use prompts from my old lists (BUT tell me which list you use so i  don’t confuse the numbers) - follower celebration prompt list - May 2018 prompt list 

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