#he cut down my favourite giant tree

[the-kr8tor]

👀🤣 may I request a Christmas fic where one/both the twins see R kissing Santa Claus (but it’s actually Hobie dressed as him) and they start an all out war against Santa? Can’t stop laughing my ass off from this idea

- 😅 (@hyperfix-wip )

Hehehe thank you for the cutest prompt!! I've always wanted to write this trope 😘❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie, mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, twin AU, cw food mentions, fluff!

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Billie wakes up with a start, heart pounding in her ears from the sudden wake up call. “What—?!” Her mouth is covered by a familiar hand, silencing her yell. “Mmhm?!” Eyes wide, she hones in on her twin’s face in the dark of their shared room. Save for the light flooding inside from the cracked open door, and their Spider-Man night light, it's pitch black.

“It's me!” Ramona whisper yells, front tooth still missing after she lost it in the playground. “Someone's downstairs. I think it's him!” Her eyes shine with excitement, curls bobbing up and down as she tries to contain her giddiness.

Billie yanks her sister's hand away, frowning at her from the sudden intrusion. “I was having a good dream, Mon.” Her look reminds Mona of her dad's exact expression when he has to mow the lawn again.

Mona ignores her sister's annoyance, “didn't you hear what I said? Santa's ‘ere! At our house!” She whisper yells again, this time loud enough for whoever's downstairs to pause their movements. Her eyes widened, hands covering her mouth to tamp down her excitement. “We should stay quiet—”

“Santa's ‘ere!” Billie is quieted once again by Mona's hands.

After waiting for a minute, the girls slowly and silently go outside of their room, matching holiday socks softly walking across the polished floorboards. Their pajamas are also on theme, with Mona opting for a pink sugar plum fairy matching set, and Billie wearing the classic Santa Clause set. Both that you've lovingly made for them. They're clearly excited, especially when it comes to the big bearded man in red. Billie more especially, after you and Hobie brought them to a local mall to see Santa and for them to give them their wishlist, she's been raving about wanting to stay up to catch him in the act. But after watching home alone and having a belly full of warm milk, she went out like a light. Mona on the other hand wants to see him eat the cookies you two prepared for Santa. It's her favourite, chocolate chips with marshmallows. She's hoping that the big man would like it, especially that she gave him the batch from her personal stash.

As they walk out of the hallway and into the floors of the second floor landing, they start to crawl once they see shadows dance along the walls of the living room. The tree that the four of you lovingly put up and decorated are twinkling with the holiday lights, reds, greens and yellows blinking in and out of the room.

“Do you think they'll like it?” They hear your familiar voice, whispering downstairs.

The girls make it to the stairs that overlook the living room, they make themselves smaller by lying prone on the cold floor, tiny hands grasping at the bannisters. Their eyes widen at the sight of who you are talking to.

Right next to you is the man of the hour himself, dressed in red with a giant sack of presents right next to him. He's taller than they've expected, and slimmer. Maybe Santa's cutting back on the cookies.

Billie grabs Mona's shoulder, shaking her excitedly. They wordlessly communicate through looks, based on their happy expressions, they feel like the luckiest kids in the world. They continue to watch Santa work his magic as he places wrapped presents underneath the tree with their names written on them.

“I know they'll love ‘em. ‘sides, Mona's been askin’ for it since July.” Santa replies to you, brown eyes shining in the string lights. His eyes seem to smile at you sitting in the corner of the room, hand occupied with a warm cup of eggnog. The bottom half of Santa's face is obscured by his big white beard, but he's clearly smiling softly at you. “And Bee always wanted that moon lamp ever since she saw Gwen's.”

Beaming at jolly Nick, you leave your cup on the coffee table to walk over to him. “I know, but what if they suddenly don't want those anymore.”

Santa stretches his hand out to you, beckoning you closer as he abandons the sack of presents on the floor. “Love,” love? The girls look at eachother with furrowed brows. Only their dad calls you that, and maybe occasionally that one shop owner downtown that you always buy fabrics from. “Y’know the girls would still be happy even if we gave them a potato each.”

You come to his side without saying anything about the close proximity to the actual Santa. The girls narrow their eyes at Santa's glove hand splayed across the small of your back, thumb rubbing gently across your soft pajama shirt. Only their dad gets to hold you like that.

Chuckling, you move to half hug him, arm wrapped around his back while you place your chin atop the soft red jacket. “Why a potato?”

“Because they go wild for chips.” He looks at you through gentle eyes, nudging his forehead on top of your own, the faux fur of his hat is soft against your skin.

“That's true, maybe we should've gotten them a whole sack of potatoes instead.” Your grin has the girls worried, especially when you move closer to him that the girls would know that it would have their dad burst into tears if they ever saw the scene in front of him.

“That's why ‘m santa, lovie.”

“Mm-hmm,” now you fully embrace him. The girls share a heavy look. “Why are you in full get up again? They won't be able to see you in this, not while they're snoring away all the cookies they had.”

“I know,” he shrugs, “what if they wake up, it'll be a nice memory for ‘em.” His arm squeezes you, hand dangerously close to your behind. The twins are both pissed, standing up from their place atop the stairs. “Or, ‘m all dressed up for you, love.” Santa winks at you, and you giggle in his arms. “Give big red a kiss, yeah?” As he leans in, the twins run downstairs swiftly, yelling and screaming at him to let their mum go.

“What— girls!” You move away, arms trying to block their attacks from hitting Santa.

“Not our mum!” Billie makes it to him first, clinging herself on his leg, trying to bite him through his red pants.

“We trusted you, Santa!” Mona leaps to punch at his stomach, earning a pained groan from the bearded man.

“Mona, no!” You grab her by the armpits as she continues to flail around, trying to get another hit. Good thing you’ve gotten to her before she aimed at his crotch. “Baby, no, that's—!” You contemplate telling them the truth, but Hobie's subtle head shake has you clamping down and embracing Mona.

“Ow, fuc–fudge!” Hobie hops around the room, trying to wiggle free of Billie, who's still clutching at his leg. “Billie, stop!” The one time that his spidey senses failed him.

“I don't care if ‘m on the naughty list! You tried to kiss our mum!” She chomps down on his leg, and he yelps when her baby teeth sink into the fabric and into his leg.

Hobie has no choice but to grab Billie the same way you did with Mona. He holds her in front of him, an arm's length away, still trying to take a chunk out of him. He feels like he ruined the magic of Santa for them. Not to mention the song.

“Stop–!” Hobie holds out his hand to her to tell her that he means no harm, but she tries to bite at his finger. “Billie—!”

“Daddy!” Ramona screams out, voice echoing and rumbling the house. “Daddy, there's an– an impruder!”

You would've chuckled at her fumbled pronunciation of intruder and told her the right way to say it, but when she's on the verge of tears; the both of them are, you have to think of a solution.

“Daddy!” Billie joins in, now fully sobbing. “H–He kissed mummy!”

“I haven't! Not yet!” Hobie tries to defend himself, or Santa for that matter. But it makes the whole thing so much worse when Billie wiggles herself out of his grasp to run towards yours and Hobie's bedroom while crying for him. “Shi—!”

You meet with his eyes while embracing a crying Mona. Mouthing a ‘Go!’ He immediately knows what you're up to. Your synergy levels with him are off the charts.

He leaves through the window, snow crunching underneath him and almost freezing him in the spot. He slowly rips off the Santa outfit one by one whilst he makes his way towards the back of the house. Shedding the beard and tossing it haphazardly in the backyard, he crawls on the wall, finally making it to the bedroom window just as when Billie opens the door with a loud creak.

Feigning naiveté, he acts shocked at her weeping as he opens his arms to her. “What happened?” She sobs on his sleep shirt, drenching it with tears. As Hobie pats her back, he realises that he's still wearing the gloves which he promptly throws away and under the bed before she could see it. “C’mon, mac, tell dad.” He cups her wet cheeks, trying to calm his little girl down.

“I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus!”

Hearing Mona's cry in the doorway with you carrying her, he knows that you two have a long night ahead of you.

—

“Are you sure you want to change pajamas, Billie? You said it's your favourite. The red suits you—” You try to placate her with a plate of chocolate pancakes.

“Yes.” She says so surely with her arms crossed over her chest, still fuming. “I hate Santa.”

Hobie's sitting right next to Mona, hand rubbing along her back whilst she stares angrily at the empty plate of cookies she left for Santa sitting on the counter. “Me too.” She huffs, stabbing her pancakes with a fork.

You share a look with Hobie, hoping that he has any idea how to calm them down. Hugging Billie seems to tamp down her anger, but she still looks at you with furrowed brows after you've apologized profusely.

“Why did you kiss, Santa?” She asked a few hours ago, stomping her little foot down on your bedroom floor, while her sister followed her lead.

“I didn't!” You stared at Hobie right next to you on the bed, looking like he's about to burst into laughter but is keeping it in. “And I wasn't gonna!”

After that whole ordeal, they seem to simmer down to a silent anger that still reverberates through the house. Maybe opening the presents earlier would make them forget it and make them smile.

“We should make signs, Bee! Like what dad makes so Santa knows not to come back ‘ere!” Mona lights up, you finally got a smile out of her.

“That's brilliant!” Hobie plays along, and Billie agrees with rapid nodding that you had to stop with your hand on her forehead before she breaks something. “I'll get my supplies, you two go finish your pancakes, yeah?” Just as he says it, they scarf down the pancakes, prompting Hobie to grab your hand and speed walk away from the kitchen.

Once the two of you are out of earshot and their sights, he corners you against a wall, hands cradling your cheeks, and sighing as he relaxes atop you.

You laugh against his hair, pressing lazy kisses on his hairline. “Don't forget to grab the outfit outside, Hobie. I made that to tailor you and you only.”

He lifts his head up from your chest, cheeks puffed out from sleepiness. Blowing out air, you giggle at him as he flutters your lashes. “I know, love.” His eyes roam all over your face, looking at every curve and dip until he stops at your lips. “I still haven't gotten my answer.”

“Or what? You'll put me on the naughty list?”

Hobie leans closer, lips brushing along your waiting lips. “Lovie, you're on my list every year.”

“I hope I'm the only one on it.” You say, wordlessly inviting him for a kiss by pecking his jaw softly.

“You and you only.” With a chuckle atop your lips, he kisses you under the mistletoe he subtly put up with the sole purpose of kissing you underneath it.

[singukieee]

—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 2) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ curator's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

Dreams of You by seoktishie

You are a theater actress who dreams of becoming a successful Broadway star. You’ve dedicated your whole life hustling for the show, surrounded by a supportive family and friends you never thought you would lose your best friend and boyfriend on the same day. This puts your dreams to a halt, and you decide to take a break and a soul-searching trip to Korea, where you meet a successful artist that reconnects your love for the arts. OR You accidentally meet Kim Namjoon of BTS, and you had no idea of how an amazing person he is nor how he is the leader of the biggest boyband to date!

🗯️ the yearning and pining *chef's kiss*

Epiphany by 2stanornot2stan

Your soulmate mark seemed self-centred to you "I'm the one I should love" Who would ever want to love someone with that as their soulmate mark?

🗯️ this one is painful. but writing's so good, doesn't fail in pulling my heartstrings.

Escapade by bonnehh_

"Where the hell am I?!" He shrieked, stumbling over his feet like a newborn deer. He was a panicking mess, spinning around in circles to see the unfamiliar sight of giant trees and bushy plants covering the land. The forest was heavily rich with greenery, vegetation and strange fruits. Fallen leaves covered the ground, creating a crunching sound after every step he took. "Calm down, Sweets." I calmly voiced amidst his loud screeches. My words cut through his mess of a mind making him freeze on his spot. Turning on his heel, he noticed me. He stumbled back immediately, possibly because I was covered in angry, red scratches and the bandages covering my arms alerted the male. "What the fudge?!!?! Who- who are you??" He shouted, alarmed by my…seemingly beaten-up figure. "I'm Diana. Welcome to the game." I smiled softly. Hoping my excitement can keep a hold of itself for the sake of keeping the man from getting scared. Dumbfounded, He could only let one word out, "Huh?". Oh boy.

🗯️ a cool one! many adventures and mc has freakishly good survival skills. this honestly cured my longing for that one fic that's no more that was also survival, adventure and game themed with slight crack. I think it was called 'Ready Player One'? (not that famous book and movie). but I think it was a translated ver of a chinese ff on another platform. Idk I still missed it very much, it was also very good. (If you know anything abt this, pls dm me!)

Ethereal by @purpleyoonn

After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

🗯️ I love soulmate stories, this author also has good writing so

Euphoric Endeavours by haveagreatday

Through a series of curious happenstances, the Boys of Bangtan - your campus' most popular and most handsome group of individuals - set their sights on you, a regular student with a stubborn streak and a wayward mouth. Strangely enough, the mere sight of them sets your instincts off, red-lights flashing in your brain - danger, danger, danger, danger. It's too bad that they can't seem to leave you alone, though. They like you too much.

🗯️ enemies to lovers, anyone?

Everything Falls (Into Place) by Hiromi_20 / @blog-name-idk

"I… I might know someone who has a spare room," your brother finally muttered hesitantly. You perked up from where the couch had been swallowing you. "What! And you didn't tell me?" You accused. "You'd be living with a bunch of dudes." "Oh my god Jackson," you groaned, rolling your eyes. "The fact that you're even suggesting them means that you know them all and they're good people, right? It's not like they're gonna murder me and hide my body in the walls or something." "Well, yeah, but…" "But WHAT?" you almost screamed in frustration. "They're all… hot." Silence for several moments. Then you started guffawing uncontrollably, unladylike snorts escaping from your lips. "You are such a dork," you gasped between laughs, tears coming to your eyes. "If I promise not to let them gangbang me, will you please ask?"

🗯️ another really well-written crack fic! goshhh this one's so goood! this one's the real friends to lovers, gosh the pining is just *chef's kiss*

Finding My Pack by @untaemedqueen (paid on Patreon but so worth it)

In which an all-alpha pack unexpectedly found their mate isolated in a sterile room. So the only right thing would be to pamper and love her to make up for all those years she spent alone and lonely.

🗯️ spicyy 🥵 but also cute. I love protective mates

Flaw in The System by Strayberry_

She has 8 moons on her wrist. So do they.

🗯️ honestly Idk what to say about this one. just prepare your tissues for this family of misfits that fit so well together.

Full House by fillomina

Y/N has a steady job and lives alone, that is, until she tags along with her friend to the shelter. Jimin, Hobi, and Yoongi have been waiting to get adopted, and their chance has finally arrived. With the small hybrid pack now living with Y/N, her life never has a dull moment. As Y/N gets used to her new family, she also begins learning more about old friends, making new ones, and getting a very full house.

🗯️ I'd say that I don't like the fact that yn's kinda treated as a doormat at some parts, but it's still good and quite well-written found family fic.

Getting Back Into The Swing of Things by @jellifysh

Hearing her voice now, Namjoon was reminded of the times when she was all he had. How she was his everything, supported him with everything she had, even if it meant giving him the shirt off her back. "Joon?" Y/n sniffled. "I know it sounds crazy, you don't even have to, its been years," "No," Namjoon was agreeing before he could even think, before he could even remember the other people who lived in the house just the next room over. "No, its okay, I mean, we promised each other right? We'd never turn our backs on each other?" "You can stay with us, it'll be fine I promise, I'll handle everything, don't worry at all, it'll be great! Like, old times, okay?" Namjoon was tripping over his words now, he just felt like if he didn't see her now, he would be too late for… something. What, he wasn't sure, but there was an urgent need to have her home safe.

🗯️ just re-read this one again literally yesterday, still as good as the first time. I love strangers to friends to lovers.

Her by untouchablerave

The question hangs between you, and you’re desperate to ask it. Usually, you don’t mind much who is on the other end of the appointment, as you’re so focused on a list of kinks, trying to map out a scene in your head, but this time, the ‘who’ is all you can focus on. Your boss looks at you. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this but… do you know BTS?” Your head snaps up in shock. “You’re fucking with me,” you gasp. “I’m dead serious,” your boss replies. “Jeon Jungkook just came of age. He wants to lose it right away.”

🗯️ spicy but soft soft softtt

Hidden Marks series by Havenesa

❶ Hidden Marks

What does it mean to be soulmates? What do I love about her? What is the reason? Does there need to be a rational reason to love someone? Maybe I love her amber eyes, or the way she tries to hide her smile whenever we get into playful arguments, or her love for just living. Maybe I just love her because she is simply just Han Sera.

🗯️ This one's so angsty yet so good, the writing's also so good at making the characters so human that I'd always end up sobbing at every re-read.

❷ Connecting Hearts

What defines a soulmate? Is it the mark that you were born with, only shared with a selected few? Or a bond which was created through pain and suffering? You'll have to read to find out.

Highlight by Alphathyx

Hana attends Atlas Academy of Arts also known as the AAA to pursue her passions in Hiphop with best friend Hoseok and Prince Charming Jimin. The school gets selected along with other arts schools to compete in an inter-school competition which prize could open doors to any arts students dreams. She along with seven boys, discover what it means to love, but a tragic incident spirals the competition and them into a mystery no one saw coming.

🗯️ friendship and struggle to success <3

Hotel California by Deliebre

You are a badass business guru that works for a huge gaming company. Your home is Korea but you travel often. You are in California for work but keep bumping into hot Korean men, which makes you want to do more than bumping...

🗯️ immediate connection... yes please!

In The Dark by BearPawBeach

"How can that be? I am looking right at you. I am speaking to you right now." "That's the thing. I don't know! That's why I came here today. Yesterday, when you laughed at me, you laughed at me. I almost didn't believe it myself, but the more I thought about it, the crazier it sounded. So I came here to see you and to know if you can see me!" she blurted out. He could not believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. "Look, you don't need to lie to me. There is no need to make up some crazy excuse to meet someone." "I'm not lying! I really am invisible," she argued back. The man just threw his hands up to concede and turned to walk away from her again, walking right out of the building. The girl followed in hot pursuit. "Do you really not believe me? Why would I make something like that up? Yes, I know it sounds crazy. If I were you, I would probably think it's nuts too, but I am telling you the truth!"

🗯️ mc is invisible in this one, story's kinda sad and cute!

In Your Roots by sweetinsanityy

Jungkook is the perfect alpha, a little too perfect. Being the youngest in Bangtan, a group full of alpha's, friction has been happening between him and the boys. He's too strong, too dominating, too wild, and too much for Bangtan to handle. The perfect solution? An omega just for himself. You happen to be the perfect candidate. But the other boys want a taste of you as well. Or, you're hired to be an omega for Jungkook to take care of, and maybe he and the rest of the boys get too attached.

🗯️ another one about the boys being absolute simps!

Iridescent Love by @imnotlauriane

From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for. Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie.

🗯️ sad... but it got better. and what did I say abt imnotlauriane's stories? they're all good!

It's a Little Complex? by Infired_Mochi

Starting college and moving into a new apartment with complete independence has been your goal. Due to all the hard work at the cafe during your high school years, and your parents pitching in a few dollars, you can afford to stay in the apartment that is just the right size. However, did you get more than you bargained for? A few other college students occupy the rooms next to yours, seven to be exact. Eight rooms reside on the third floor of the apartment complex and yours is on the farthest right wing, apartment number 308. Just wait until you meet them.

🗯️ sooo it's a little complex... just read it!

Late Bloomer by basicwitch13

Despite growing up in a wolf pack, you were never able to shift nor had a second gender present itself. It seemed, by all accounts, that you were a typical human. So you carried on, burying yourself in your work as a sociology professor—until one of your students introduces you to his pack and changes everything.

🗯️ yes to yearning, pining, and healing.

Like Crazy by @euphoricfilter

The story of seven loves across eight lives.

🗯️ so freakin well-written

Little Do You Know... by @yoongiofmine

In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.

🗯️ another idk what to sayy, just read bcs it's so gooood.

Magic Shop by AriZedd

In which Yn is meeting new friends (and an old one) getting charmed day by day.

🗯️ just read this crack fic, strangers to friends to ... I'm obsessed.

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4 | NAVI

[unicyclehippo]

the briarwoods, laugh + velvet + blade

natalie, pls consider this a nod to delilah buys a shovel

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Sylas spent almost a full hour in the apothecary. His patience ran out quickly—he had very little to begin with, some meagre grains of sand tumbling from his fist like worthless coppers—it was the thought of Delilah that kept him squinting at tiny bottles and labels filled with cramped writing. It was Delilah and her shovel and her elbow-high red gloves that kept his hands in his coat pockets each time the attendant tottered out from behind the desk to wheeze some advice or other in his direction. He would have liked to pick out Delilah’s gift all on his own but he didn’t know enough about her work, how it actually worked, to help.

That would change. It wasn’t enough to be her blade—she had several of her own, very fine ones. It wasn’t enough to dig for her—she could hire muscle, or summon it. If he wanted to be worthy of her—never, never, but a worthy challenge, finally—if he wanted to be her husband, he should know what she needed before she needed it.

‘Find something you like, sire?’ the attendant wheezed. The rheumy eyes took an age to focus on Sylas and his empty hands. ‘Or, perhaps, I could assist you?’

‘Would you?’ Sylas asked, with a smile. He could be that, for Delilah. She liked this store—it was convenient, and she complained about it the least when she sourced her components, that much Sylas did know—so he could be friendly. ‘I’d like to get something for my love. Something unique.’

‘Well, we have a wild range of books and tomes, and the jewellery is always very popular as a gift.’

Sylas spared the gems a glance. ‘No. No, she has all the books and gems she could ever need.’

‘A wizard, eh? Something more particular then. Do you know her discipline?’

‘We share similar interests,’ Sylas told the shopkeeper. He couldn’t keep the fondness from his tone, the warmth, as he remembered their most recent date. She had been horrific, incandescent in green. Her dress had swooped low down her back, the tease, and she’d turned away from the horde of loathsome wood sprites or fey things that had burst in a flurry from the trees. She hadn’t told him to protect her; she’d trusted him to do it, or perhaps trusted him to kill until there was nothing left to kill, save herself. And she was enough of a match for him. He couldn’t decide what he liked more—keeping her safe, or wondering how she’d kill him today. If she wanted. ‘Protection.’

Sylas watched the old man finally take note of his size and his sword. Savoured the moment of realisation—calculation. The empty store, the distance back to the desk and whatever he used for spell craft. It would be the simplest thing in the world to kill him—he wouldn’t even have to draw his blade. But Delilah liked the incense here, and bickering with him about…wizard particulars. He looked away first.

‘Perhaps you have something…interesting. For your more discerning customers.’

‘Yes. Yes of course, my lord.’

He scurried back behind his desk. Sylas smirked at winking jewels in their glass cabinets when he heard the clatter of wood rolling in a desk drawer, and the rustle of fabric. He liked gems. They understood. They’d seen their fair share of blood—miners worked to blisters and beheadings to keep them quiet keep them working hard, cutpurses and cutguts plucking them red handed, the simple essences all wizards worked with, the simple tableaus all mercenaries worked with, halls of treasure spattered red. So the gems understood Sylas. If he wanted to, he could cut that wand in half. Split it. Or cut his hand at the wrist and take it, death grip and all, as his gift. She’d like that more than jewels, even if she would be irritated that he bloodied her favourite store.

‘For the discerning customer,’ the attendant said, ‘I do have a few options. You said she had gems but this here is no common stone.’ He pulled an emerald from a velvet pouch and a jar of teeth of impressive size. Giant molars, it looked like. ‘The stone is—‘

‘Perfect,’ Sylas interrupted. ‘How much for the lot?’

The man wavered. Hands clamped around the giants teeth. ‘Fifteen thousand,’ the attendant said, with a flicker of a lie.

Sylas paid the coin without complaint. A small price to pay to get out of that store—he didn’t know how Delilah could stand it, but knew she did, had followed her in and around many times before. And, he reasoned, he could tell Delilah that the man had cheated him. Them, really. He could lay her down on their bed and whisper in her ear all the hot blood things they could do, what gifts he could bring back for her. Fingers. Spleen. Spilling guts. Or he could do it so quietly, so carefully. Present her with an in tact body to do her work. Let her watch as he flayed it for her neatly to bone and gristle—she liked flesh, sometimes, but she was an artist with bone.

[bloodyopvs]

like the moon & the tide, part one

Previously posted on AO3.

CHARACTERS: The Sanguinarch, Laqeramaline SHIP: Duqramaline (Duq'arael/Laqeramaline) RATING: M GENRE: Fluff and Angst / Angst with a happy ending

SETTING & TROPES: Reincarnation + Modern AU; Childhood Friends to Lovers to Exes/Divorcees to...whatever this is. There will be arranged marriage, some kissing, lots of dumb mutual pining, commitment issues, pet names, canon references, and just all-around two modern idiots being...well, idiots. There's also going to be a cameo of smol Logos in the later parts.

CW/TW: None for this part, but there will be a mention of sex and mentions (plural, I think) of substance abuse later on.

NOTES: This was the fic that I first wrote of them, and it was published before Babel and ch 14 hits the Global server back at the end of August, which means that Laqeramaline's characterisation was 85-95% personal interpretation (+ fanon). There may also be some inconsistencies and inaccuracies, although I obviously meant to take canon behind the shed and sacrifice it to a Sarkaz Witchcraft Altar for being a coward.

Also! Sort-of inspired by this art by @el-loy, which got me into this ship.

Had to cut this fic into several parts, too, because tumblr is my enemy and won't let me post all of it in one sitting. smh.

SUMMARY:

Our love a bittersweet fairytale, a circle of partings and reunions, like the eternal dance between the moon and the tide.

In a dream that he's had more often than not, he was falling. When he was a boy, the doctors that his parents brought him to told them that it was normal. When he got slightly older, those doctors asked his parents if he had a particular fear of falling — if he's been through any 'traumatic experience'. He stopped telling his parents his dreams - nightmares? - soon after. He stopped worrying his older brother with them, too. Not long after that, he met her for the first time. Laqeramaline is a peculiar girl, one that seemed as if she belonged in a myth. She never quite seem to belong in this world, as if she got one hand curled around an invisible suitcase handle as a little girl, always ready to leave. Or perhaps to fly off altogether into the night — that's just the kind of girl that she was. Their first encounter was in his family's garden. Her parents was some close acquaintances of his, and although his mother had told him that they have a little girl that's around his age, Duq'arael witnessed neither hide nor hair of her. He was bored of being around adults — mostly around his brother, who was everyone's favourite — and he snuck out into the garden while the adults and his brother were busy regaling one another with whatever it was that adults talk about. Probably politics and other stuffy things, and the ten-year-old did not want to bother himself with it, even as brilliant as he was. When he arrived in the garden, though, he was quite unsure of what to do. Thankfully, it wasn't an especially bright day (he was, admittedly, quite photosensitive, and the sun and him don't exactly get along) and the gentle afternoon sun was covered by some clouds. He wished that he'd swiped one of his brother's books — not the boring ones, though — because now, glancing around at the garden, he was unsure as to what to do.

In the end, he approached the giant oak tree on one corner of the garden, his father's favourite. The boy thought that perhaps he could while away the time counting clouds, or just laze around underneath its shade. It was certainly a much better alternative than to be stuck hearing the adults talk, even if they weren't stingy with snacks and compliments (the two essential things that every kid liked, especially him). Even so, when he'd just sat down, he suddenly felt a small pebble bouncing off from his head, albeit harmlessly so. Then quickly followed by another one. Annoyed, the fair-haired boy looks up — and that's when he first saw Laqeramaline. She was hanging from one of the tree's lower branches; a deep contrast to the beautiful black dress that she was wearing. She seemed to be around his age; a little girl with blue-black hair and a pair of wide, ruby eyes framed by long, elegant lashes. She was staring down at him inquisitively. "…What are you looking at?" Irritated, Duq'arael scowled up at her, and she threw another pebble in his direction, which he managed to dodge this time. "Don't you have any manners whatsoever?"

"I do, but it's reserved for boys whose face isn't stuck in an upside-down smile," She flatly said, the expression on her small face remaining unchanged, which annoys him even more. "And dark-haired ones, I suppose." "What's that supposed to mean?" He bristled, the scowl on his face deepening. "Anyway, why don't you come on down? I'd love to give you a piece of my mind." "You'd fight a girl?" "My brother says that women and men are equals. So, yeah." "Mm, I don't think that's what he meant when he told you that," There's a rustle, and gracefully, she pulled herself up. "I'd feel bad for you, though. You seem quite frail. Why don't you be my friend instead?" "…Are you always rude to people who you asked to be your friend, or are you just rude to boys?" He squints at her, uncertain as to how to respond to that. What is wrong with this girl? She's really weird. "Just to boys, mostly. But that's because they suck," Answered the peculiar girl, thoughtfully, before she climbed down from the tree, and dusted her clothes. "My mother asked me to be nicer to them, though. And your parents are friends with mine, right?"

"…Yes?" "Then you should be my friend. My name is Laqeramaline," She wiped her hand on her dress before she extended it to him, and Duq'arael stared at it for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should accept it, not because she was a strange girl or, well, a girl, with all the myths surrounding her gender, but because it might be dirty. In the end, though, he chose to accept it, and she beamed at him for the first time. "What's yours?" "Duq'arael," He answered, succinctly, rather stiffly. "Um, nice to meet you." "Duq'arael. That's a mouthful, but I guess it suits you," She furrowed her brow, pulling back her hand after she'd shook it, looking thoughtful for a moment before she suddenly claps her hands. "I'm gonna call you Dukare. That's easier." "…And who gives you permission to change people's names?" Once again, he was scowling — at this weird, bold, solemn girl who seemed to have appeared out of thin air, like an apparition. "We've only just met, too." "Well, you're my friend now. It's better than the 'Prince of Scowls' or something," She shrugs her small, slender shoulders, and to his surprise — she's always full of surprises — she leans forward and patted his shoulder. "Cheer up. A smile suits you much better." That was how their strange relationship began. TO BE CONTINUED.

[itzrafee]

One Piece Chapter Discussion (Chapter 1127)

Ok this week looks like to be a short discussion as it’s mainly action. In the cover page we see Yamato talking with… Ok, I’m not calling him Dogstorm. We see Yamato talking with Inuarashi about the kidnappings as Oda places even more emphasis on it. Curious to see where it’ll go but let’s dive into our first glimpse into the land of Elbaf below the cut!

We start off with chaos in the land of Elbaf! There’s a fire and these bee creatures called Stingmores are dropping from. Thankfully, as they only have bruises on their heads, they are not dead, and Nami hasn’t followed through with the very human act of killing bees. (#savethebees) But we will see the pattern of Nami hurting incredibly cute creatures as we read through this chapter. Anyways, self-indulgent tangent aside, there’s a few interesting details here that caught my eye. Why is it that if the World Tree is damaged that Elbaf will be finished? Is it that the giants can’t let it be harmed at all? And is that out of religious or spiritual beliefs or fear of tangible side effects? There’ve been great big trees all over One Piece. The Adam tree, the sunlight tree Eve, and the Whale tree to name a few. Could it be that the World tree holds together the nation? Maybe through it’s roots or maybe it holds the sky islands above the country to it? The Vegapunks did talk about Wandering Clouds a little while ago. It could be that the sky Islands above the country would wander if not for the tree. Though that is pretty baseless theorizing as we’ve only got a small amount of facts to play around with. Next we get mention of a Sun God and an Ear God. The Sun God sounds like serious business but we know by the end of the chapter that the Ear God is a giant bunny that Luffy beat up and ate so are the titles like Skypiea where people can get the title of Kami/God? Could this end up like Mont Blanc Noland in Jaya when he killed Kashigami, the giant snake the Shandians worshipped as a god?

One of my favourite things about One Piece is the extremely realistic and human reactions that Ussop and Nami have to things the Monster Trio are just able to shrug off. In this chapter, Nami’s reactions are some of the funniest Oda has ever drawn. I genuinely can’t get over how adorable the hedgehog is and then her shocked expression before lighting it up. I guess it’s been a while since Oda really got to let loose with his comedy because he’s firing on all cylinders here. 

I genuinely don’t know if this is the fault of the Green Fairy absinthe anymore because Oda makes it a point to show the physical attack that hit Ussop. But then why bring it up in the first place? It could be a red herring but to bring it up and then quickly dismiss it that fast is interesting. I treat One Piece as a mystery quite often because it quite often follows the rules of one. Establishing causes and culprits close to the beginning of the mystery. Red herrings and misdirects. Heck, the central conceit of the story itself is a mystery? What is the One Piece? That’s also the reason why therizing and theorycrafting holds more water in One Piece than say something like Star Wars or My Hero Academia. Those communities emerged from fan fervor whereas in One Piece it’s almost encouraged by Oda through his setups and answers. Mystery, secrets, and lies are also thematically embedded into One Piece. Alls that to say, thinking about mysteries is fair game when talking this series. And regardless, we’ll find out what the answer is the further we get so let’s call off speculating here.

The lion kind of reminds me of Richie, the lion that Mohji, a member of Buggy’s initial crew, used to run around with. And also sort of like the Impel Down lions. We later see, after the Monster Trio knock it out, that the lion was actually just a cat transformed into a lion. Is that it’s ability or could it be that like Onimaru the fox from Wano, that this cat ate a devil fruit. Instead it was a lion fruit instead of a hito hito model fruit. 

As much as I love the whole crew, there’s something about the East Blue five that fills my heart with joy. The dynamics between them are solid as ever and the comedy top notch. Really there wasn’t too much to talk about in this chapter so I guess I’ll see y’all next time!

[m34gs]

Please tell me the plot, in point form, of your least favourite horror movie (to date).

House of 1000 Corpses. Without a doubt, that is my least favourite horror movie I've watched at this point. It's not even a contest. It's also been a while since I watched it so forgive me if I'm a little vague or fuzzy on the details, lol.

Also, it's a bit...well, it's a lot. Under the cut because LONG (and also murder I guess)

Plot:

Two criminals attempt to rob a gas station run by a man in faded clown make-up (Captain Spaulding); and he murders them with his assistant.

Four teens show up looking to write about roadside attractions off the beaten path, and Captain Spaulding shows them his Museum of Monsters and Madmen. He tells them a story about a doctor (Dr. Satan. Yes, you read that right. His name is Dr. Satan) who was hung at a nearby tree and of course they want to go.

From there, they end up lured out to a house of a strange family. The family is *obsessed* with Hallowe'en. There is some attempts at seduction going on, also some sort of halloween show? but it's a private show just for the teens and the family.

The family tortures them. The family has also tortured and murdered several cheerleaders at this time in the story.

Cops have been called as one of the teens' fathers notice she's missing. The father also comes to help search?

The cops and father end up murdered as well.

3 of the teens (because one is dead) are paraded outside...in rabbit costumes? and taken to an abandoned well (I think? it might have just been a pit).

One gets murdered for trying to run, the other two are lowered down into the ground in coffins (in the well/pit thingy).

The failed experiments of Dr. Satan (under the ground on the property???) steal one of them away and leave the other to make her way through the underground on her own (there are tunnels????)

She comes across Dr. Satan (who was alive this whole time?????and his assistant is the mutilated but still alive ex-husband of the matriarch of the strange murderous family???) murdering her friend.

She manages to escape, and flees to the highway. She is picked up on the side of the road by Captain Spaulding.

She passes out from exhaustion and probably also shock. *jumpscare* suddenly one of the family members pops out of hiding in the back seat (he had time to get there???? before her????).

When she wakes up she is strapped to an operating table and Dr. Satan is there. She screams.

The End?

Ok ok ok so initially, initially I felt bad about disliking this movie so much. And then I found out that the director, Rob Zombie, actually doesn't even like it and won't watch it because he feels it is not good (source) (warning for clown if that scares anyone; that's the picture for the article) and I didn't feel so bad about it. (also, I get it, I also have things I created when I was first getting into writing fanfic that make me kind of shudder inside) Plus, it's not like I'm obligated to like a film. Also, I never said I hated it, just that it's my least favourite.

My reason for disliking it isn't really complicated. In my opinion, it's a bit of a hodge-podge of random horror tropes that are kind of pasted together like a giant horror collage. That's not bad, exactly, but it kind of made the plot feel a bit halfhearted at points and it made things a little hard to follow. It also made character motives hard to believe (or even figure out to begin with).

I think what I can say is that it explores the possible brutal and violent nature of humans, and that it clearly shows a love for horror, even if I personally think that all the tropes being mashed together like that are a bit much. (if people don't know what tropes I mean, I can list a few: teens on a roadtrip, mysterious stranger at a gas station, clown, cheerleaders/scantily clad women, local legend of an old execution that turns out sort-of true, disfigured hillbilly-ish villains, family that tortures together, doctor experimenting unethically on humans, plot twist that the man that supposedly helped the protagonist is actually in cahoots with the murderers, etc. That's not even all. That's just what I can remember.) The thing is, any one of those tropes alone can be a great plot for a horror movie. Even a couple of them fit really well together and have proven to be good horror stories to the masses (teen roadtrip + family that tortures together = Texas Chainsaw Massacre; mysterious stranger at a gas station + disfigured hillbilly villains = The Hills Have Eyes; etc). But putting them all together is kind of overwhelming and you end up losing the plot. There was a point where I went "what the fuck is even happening" and not in a good way.

That all being said, I will stand by my statement that the movie shows the director's love of horror, even if I personally didn't like it. I am still glad I watched it, even if I didn't get it at times or the plot seemed really disconnected. I definitely think it should be viewed as a "for fun" horror movie, rather than a super serious one, and honestly whenever I think of it like that I feel I can connect to it a little bit better. So, yeah. That's my thoughts on that one.

[sawneythelazy]

Brown Boots month by months snippets!

July

Bloodshot blue eyes, wide, square teeth and the stinking breath of the beast along with the suffocating pressure on all sides of his torso played on a terrifying loop through Oruo’s brain at destabilising speed; then, at the end of it all, the spinning shadow of the Captain cutting death down in its colossal tracks, a god of destruction.

He was the perfect soldier. And now, Oruo owed him his life.

Oruo sniffled, his weakened legs shaking, for the horror hadn’t ended there; that would have been far too easy on him. Following on from his flailing dance with death was the gruesomest scene  he’d ever seen, burned into his mind with such shocking clarity he could see it colour for colour even now. Ilse Langnar, or, the headless corpse that once was Ilse Langnar, sat in the hollow of a tree, like some fucked up throne, blood crusted into her cloak and shirt.

He couldn’t think of any of it without a full body-jolting shiver and the ghost of the titan’s grip claiming him. Later back at the barracks he’d written a letter to his little sister Erika, asking for more information on what the occult made of headless corpses and hollowed-out trees, and for her opinion on those omens. He didn’t believe in all that crap, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

In light of the mission’s horrifying events it was a miracle he’d spotted any shift in Captain Levi’s behaviour at all, but still, a tiny voice nudged him to pay attention as the man’s tone again considerably softened as he addressed Petra, and then requested a change to their regular riding formation, placing Petra front left by his side; Oruo’s usual spot for long distance journeys.

“She’s been the Captain’s favourite since she joined man. Haven’t you noticed it before?” Eld muttered, not giving Oruo’s complaint a second thought as they readied themselves for the journey back.

“Yeah.” Gunther echoed, “As far as I’m aware she’s the only one of us that didn’t have to go through that gruelling day of ‘extra’ training.” 

The three men shuddered, remembering the horrendous intensity of what they each thought was a one on one combat session with the Captain, only to find out that it was a one on one cleaning session with the Captain to ‘beat out every bad habit’. 

After a minute Eld broke the silence;

“She’s pretty fast on horseback anyway, she’ll be good at relaying messages.” 

“But that was my spot - I fire the flares, I relay the messages.”

"You can fire flares from any point in the formation.” Gunther said dismissively, mounting his horse.

“Right, it’s not a big deal.” Eld commented, reattaching his blade boxes, “Besides, I’ll bet he just changed it because he assumed you’d be riding back with the medical carts.”

Pfft. 

Sure, his whole body ached with bruising from being crushed in a giant fist, and sure, he was shaky on his feet, struggling not to constantly whimper in response to his ordeal, but no fucking way in hell was Oruo Bozad being relegated to the fucking medical carts. Until he was down and out completely, Oruo was an elite soldier and he travelled with his elite squad.

Read here!

[psych---ologically-deranged]

psych commentary 2x02

SF KK JRr DH, but I swear I'm hearing another voice that is too high for SF, not a big enough chest, & it doesn't have the same timbre/fry as JRr, & not even close to the tight yet smooth quality of DH, & the speech patterns/habits/accents are different. This person is not mentioned on the DVD. I don't think it's Andy Berman. The other likely one would be Chris Henze I think.

finally did a dinosaur

Every year we should do a feature film movie. This is jurassic park on our budget

1/1000th more scruff, he's at his wit's end

You can see why he's head detective.

Obscure lines from obscure movies. I love them

they upped the special effects for This One Episode

"how hard can it be to solve these things if the clues are lit up"

the shooting is in vancouver, the writer's room is in LA

"the pen is drawing for me, what's even going on"

there are minimum four things happening here

*getting caught watching* *laughing at their own show, good*

[gus] is so disappointed in his man...

they did like fifty different sketches of the dinosaur

Gus has a regular full-time job

"we are going to do a mini version of every one of my favourite 80s movies"

My man did so much research for this, & he knew the bite marks bc he'd taken a picture of himself in the jaws

"Hows the cast?" 'James will literally make up lines to entertain YOU'

hear them laughing when they see shawn "looking for the room"

City of talent

Doug DeVette, named after [his] friend, Dough DouVet

DH: I wasn't enjoying that cupcake

The wet bar is from the next episode bc psy vs psy was aired out of order

Smartest person ever, but has hoels in his knowledge

A wacked wombat

idc abt the controversy! I want Gus! He is smart!

four minute Dule scene they sadly sadly had to cut it down

Supposed to be almost pitch black & then the light in his eyes JRr: I played it for you man! Post: We'll colour correct this for you man!

SF: Steal his whole thing & you're expecting to give it to you just right there

SF: Any time you have to open something, it's always the most impossible thing to open. You have the bone density of a 90 year old grandmother

This was supposed to be the opposite of the university, all high tech, but it looks like someone's garden shed with spider webs, bones, & armadillos. (& ojai peaches)

KK: The giant lettering on the side that we had to light up just in case you missed it Me: How stupid do you think we are? (I'm very stupid, actually)

Great transition

THE NETWORK WANTED TO SUBTITLE THIS GUY!? I mean, as a hard of hearing person who also has adhd (audio processing issues), I do struggle to understand ppl with accents I'm unfamiliar with sometimes, (makes me feel so racist,) but I just have the captions on for everything.

This man gave them handmade greeting cards & SF a beaded bracelet? That is so nice!

Wrecked the car this episode : (

Once again, heaviest gate in the history of gates Network: Why so heavy?

*can't think of the movie* Dule Hill was in that one!

DH legit fell down that hill *everyone laughing* DH That hurt when I got up

Stunt driver, sound stage, stunt driver, hitting a tree, spin around (Gus doesn't do that later seasons, he does a nine point turn.)

Ernest Jackson

Arguing physics while being shot at

"this is what happens when you have a one year old while you're writing your script"

I like all the cops watching him on his streak

JRr: There was one take where Tim came in & got both Ethan AND Robinson wrong. He created a completely new nam, first & last. SF: Efirmsimolinus Junior was the name, oddly enough. I hate being hoh without captions

Exposition. "We're fooling you right here!"

SF: Who decided that if Corbin was going to sit in the purple chair & have the purple curtains, that he should be wearing the purple shirt, next to the purple painting? He's having a purple moment right there. He should be reading a Prince magazine.

HS: I know feelings Commenters: *cracking up*

Visual Effects! JRr's fave. Great job Tim.

*metal hitting metal sound effect* KK: What is it hitting? JRr: Watch & belt buckle? SF: Bone

The trex skull was paper maché, they had to NOT break it with the shovels & brushes

obviously fake smoke

SF: I guarantee if you watch csi, law & order, you're never going to see "I just discovered a dinosaur" *cut to the floor with clothing & tools scattered on it, panning up the bodies of Shawn & Gus* KK: This was another... controversy, a little bit, the Of Mice & Men run JRr: Well so was the post-coital positioning

Shawn has been carrying his Lenny forever. Finally! The opportunity to get it out!

Almonds too. SF: You actually learn something on this show every once in a while

SF: James, when I sent you the script, I remember this very clearly, you sent me an email back that simply said "Stop analyzing my threat" & I'm like "Thank you" [sweet voice]. & the thing that I do truly, truly love about you is you always pick out my favourite line from a script that I'm most proud of

keeps opening it like something different is going to be out there

SF: The rule is, Henry always has to call at the most inopportune moment CH: He's just down for a pleasant walk on the docks (thinking about an unsolved murder) SF: He thought he'd take the purple shirt out &... KK: give it a spin "He always calls to get something back or have Shawn pick something up" "We should have given him a fishing pole"

They just had so much rain that they wanted to film outside apparently SF: They called me like "Hey we want to film this on the pier" & I'm like "I don't care I'm fine"

KK: I think the girls are excited about going on this adventure

where WERE they hiding when Sullivan walked them out here!? "Clearly comes from the woods. Henry found it too"

First time someone interrupts the breakdown

One was Taupe & one was Grey

Roger Deacon btw is not the guy from queen buried here

JRr: After seventy four takes of this, I did one where I was a velociraptor, & that's the only thing that got printed SF: Matheson put it in his cut KK: I'm still trying to wrap my head around that JRr: & I touch Dulé & [Gus] becomes a velociraptor SF: It was six minutes of *velociraptor noises: Grauughgh, eaign, eaign!* & then he touched Dule & it's like *velociraptor noises: wroAGHghhhhh* *everyone laughing* JRr: & that was when we learned that we need to be more careful about what was being printed

DH: Between the locks, & the fence, & the raptors "this was our most controversial episode of the season"

*aren't sure if it's forcing the other to dig or etting credit*

Zippy the dinosaur Gus: His name would be Jerome

SF: There SHOULD be a reason for each episode to happen, somebody learns something, something changes in their life, & this is the moment where Lassiter can accept a hug from Juliet.

Lassiter: Oh what do I look like! (one of the commenters): ... Mr Bean

Undercut it with the walk away quickly

JRr, in a funny "sexy" voice: Oah! I must have ridden my ~motorcycle~ to the house

you didn't do a very good job of it because I didn't know for AGES that shawn had a motorcycle! Then again, I was only watching the occasional episode with my mom if I had time when she had it on.

JRr: & they never have a jacket filming, so it's always this mad dash & in this particular case I believe I ended up with something,,, suede

"You could take the motorcycle lessons we've been offering for years now" JRr: Oh yeah "I feel like the authenticity could be..."

Another controversy on the Shawn intervention

GET OUT!

The freak out dance at the end!

SF: gjiblin KK: *gkiblin SF: No he likes when I call him dgiblin

[marcusoseman99]

songs of the isle pt.2

Papa: well, it was your nannas idea if I have to be honest, Vick 

*Vick stops hugging his Papa and steps back to face him* 

Vick: how is she? 

Papa: oh, good and bad days, the worst is that she thinks that there is a giant that comes and visits her in the night, I just catch her near the woods real late at night on her own though 

Vick: can I see her? 

Papa: maybe later, she is still sleeping I think, she needs her rest 

Vick: I understand. 

Papa: well, you get yourself unpacked and settled, I’ll come get you for dinner 

Vick: ok papa and thanks again for everything 

Papa: less I could do for my favourite grandson, don’t tell your little brother I said that though 

*Papa leaves Vicks room but before he does, he stops on the ladder* 

Papa: Also, you have a great view of the Archallagan forest, its beautiful 

*Papa leaves down the ladder while Vick puts his bags onto the bed and sits by the window, he starts looking at the forest in the distance. 

it has giant closely wound of trees as if they were stitched together, but as he looks closer at the parchment of the wood and wild, he sees an anomaly, a red blip in the treeline, as Vick tries to focus on it disappears as fast as it appears*

*The scene cuts to the boy with strawberry blond hair hiding behind a tree looking worst for ware with grown out hair, nails and broken shoes with dirt covering him head to toe. He takes a large breath in and out then sprints into the woods* 

*As the young man runs into the woods the next scene starts with Vick sitting cross legged on his new bed, with a deck of tarot cards in front of him as he starts to shuffle the deck of cards his Papa knocks on the floor door* 

Vick: come in. 

*Vicks Papa climbs into the room and sits on the edge of the bottom corner of the bed faces Vick* 

Papa: what’s with playing cards by yourself, kiddo 

Vick: they’re tarot cards, they give insight into the past, the present and the future like a sneak peek at well everything. 

Papa: sounds like rubbish to me 

Vick: that’s because you are a close-minded old man. 

Papa: oh really 

Vick: definitely, 100% 

Papa: well haven’t you gotten checky, ok show me your magic abilities then 

Vick: ok I will 

*Vick shuffles the cards then places three of them in front of himself, he places them so that they look like a triangle with each card in the corner of the triangle then flips the card furthest to his left, he turns the card carefully to face the other side* 

Papa: what does that mean then? 

Vick: The Ace of Cup, it means like ummm, joy, inner peace y’know just everything is going good. 

Papa: glad to hear that then 

*They both share a smile then Vick flips the card at the tip of the triangle* 

Papa: that, looks concerning 

Vick: it’s the tower, its, either a new beginning understanding or tragedy and release 

*They both look to each other awkwardly before Vick flip the last card* 

Papa: *light chuckle* 

Vick: *sigh of relief* the fool, it means a new beginning, a great time of wonder, anticipation, and excitement for what is to come. 

Papa: seems this little island may be more existing for you than you thought then, huh? 

Vick: oh, you a believer now 

*Vicks Papa walks to the trap door and goes halfway down the ladder* 

Papa: hmmmm, A man of my age can’t rely on magic 

Vick: *laughs*

[absolutepokemontrash]

Date bled or demon bros react to mc likes to nap and cuddle throughout the day

I’ll do the brothers! :D

Lucifer

…MC get off of him. He’s in a meeting.

Aaaaaaaaand they’re napping. Wonderful.

At first, Lucifer is annoyed that he’s got another Belphie on his hands, especially during the time when Belphie’s locked in the attic. How dare MC remind him of the brother that he’s holding under house arrest >:c

But once the relationship grows, Lucifer submits to the snuggles. Luci quickly realizes that he’s very not used to cuddling.

As long as MC isn’t napping through their classes, they’re good. Nap whenever you want, MC, just make sure your homework is done.

MC should expect the cuddling to be one sided in public, but behind closed doors? Hoo boy, the man’s attached to MC like a koala to a tree.

MC may have also accidentally fixed his sleep schedule… it’s just… why does he feel sleepy when he sees them nap? *yawn*

He’s just going to rest his eyes for a second, the paperwork can wait.

Mammon

G-gah! Stupid human! What do they think they’re doin’ cuddling up to him like that!? They do know he’s a demon right?

For the first little while, Mammon tsuderes it up, but he gets so easily flustered whenever MC leans on him that it renders everything he says pretty much meaningless.

The first time MC ever fell asleep on him it was absolutely magical. He slowly patted their head and refused to move until the next day. Sure, his back hurt and he didn’t get any sleep, but MC was just so cute dammit!

Deeper into the relationship, Mammon is the happiest demon alive because he doesn’t need to ask for snuggles! He just plops himself down next to MC and his human just cuddles up next to him!

His absolute favourite thing is when MC falls asleep on his lap. They did it in public once and Mammon took this opportunity to flex. Yeah, he has a cute human that likes to cuddle him, do you?!

Mammon’s only wish is that MC would be more awake when he’s explaining his totally legit business ideas, they always seem to fall asleep once he gets goin’

Leviathan

SISJDJSJSJDJDJSJJAJAKALSKA- PHYSICAL CONTACT?!?!?! WITH HIM?! it’s more likely than you’d think.

First part of the relationship when Levi had just made a pact with MC, he was kind of confused. He had tried to murk this normie just a couple of days ago and now they’re cuddling up next to him? What’s that abou-

Levi.exe has stopped working.

Yeah, Levi blue screening happens a LOT. It takes literal months for MC and Levi to snuggle properly on a regular basis.

As totally Kawaii MC is when they nap on him, they just need to see how this fight scene is animated! MC! MC! Look! Homura and Mami are- WAKE UP AND LOOK AT THIS!

Cuddling in public causes Levi to die a flustered death. Fs in the chat everyone, had a good life, he did.

Though, it makes him feel so much more comfortable whenever MC just holds his hand out in public and doesn’t make a big deal about it. It makes him feel safe ^.^

Satan

At first, Satan was taking notes on how this human got so comfortable so quickly that they just started cuddling people and napping everywhere. Hm, humans appear to be quite adaptable… interesting.

They also seem to lack any sense of danger. Well, at least this one does.

Later down the line though, when MC first crawled into Satan’s lap to nap, it rivalled the first time a cat chose him. This was wild.

Snuggles… while reading stories… yes please…

Okay, that part sounded better than it ended up being. MC fell asleep while cuddling and ended up right on Satan’s arm, then in their sleep, MC basically locked Satan’s entire right side into a vice grip and couldn’t be pried off. Basically, Satan had to reread the same page of his book over and over and over again because he didn’t want to wake up MC.

Well, call it a learning experience, and Satan loves to learn, so next time, he was prepared for MC’s death cuddles.

Apparently he wasn’t prepared enough because the exact same thing happened again… multiple times more.

MC is literally a walking relaxant, Satan is significantly less filled with burning rage when they’re around. Notice I said less filled, he will still cut a bitch.

Asmodeus

Oh~ how bold! MC just plopped themselves down next to him and cuddled up close to him!

At first, Asmo was amused by all the cuddling MC was doing and made quite a few less than wholesome jokes about it. The Avatar of Lust has a dirty mind! Shocker!

But hark! (The herald angels siiiiing-) Asmo actually… likes platonic snuggles?!?! What is this sorcery?!

If MC and Asmo don’t enter a romantic relationship, my man still needs his cuddle quota met, ASAP.

If they do end up dating, hoo boy, MC and Asmo sure do a lot of snuggling, and “snuggling”.

But overall, Asmo loves being held and cuddled, and sleep is good for one’s skin!

Beelzebub

*sniffle* Beeeeeeeeeelllllllllpppppphhhhhiiiiiiiiieeeeeee-

Congratulations MC, they have made Beel more sad about his twin being gone just by existing :D

Once the custard incident happens and MC and Beel grow closer, oh man, oh man oh man, is he in desperate need of cuddles.

If MC ever falls asleep anywhere and needs to get from point A to point B, fret not, Beel is prepared. He will gently pick them up and they will awaken at point B. How nice!

Once Belphie gets his ass out of the attic, MC has competition.

Not really, Beel has enough love to go around. Both his sleepy beans can get carried around and cuddled with. Beel is big and strong for a reason.

Since MC has a vice grip while they cuddle, Beel kind of walks around with them clinging to his arm like a sloth to a tree. Belphie also picks up on this behaviour and starts doing it too.

Someone (*cough* Levi and Mammon *cough*) took a picture and posted it on Devilgram and now it’s kind of a meme template.

Belphegor

Gasp! Whomst- whomst is this human who comes before him and cuddles up close to him? This must be his soulmate! His other half! His destined partner!

…his destined partner was drooling all over his cardigan.

Ah well, two can play that game motherfucker. *SNORE*

Anyway, Belphie and MC? I would say power couple but in reality, the two just do a lot of snuggling and sleeping, it’s like they’re attached at the hip.

The two are always touching in some way, Belphie resting his head on MC’s shoulder, MC attaching themselves to Belphie’s torso like a koala, the two of them trading spit with each other… you get the idea.

It gets weird when the two start legitimately visiting each other in dreams, it gets so frequent it basically becomes a date night thing to just sleep and do weird shit in dreamland.

“Hey MC do you wanna hang out?” “Sorry, can’t, it’s date night. *SNORE*” “Yeah, shoo. *S N O R E*”

On their most recent date, MC and Belphie fought a dragon and then ate a giant cake.

[rikusempai]

Shifting Series [pt 1]

I Think I Broke My Back

A/N: some characters are aged up.I am also using an online Na’vi translator so my Na’vi might not be the best.

The night came to an end. The two, Riel and Cecilia, spent the night sharing each other’s latest obsessions; the star of the night, Avatar: the Way of The Water, was what the girls decided to fixate on.

Lo’ak was Cecilia’s favourite; the bad boy, black sheep, of the Sully family. Riel’s favourite was non other than Neteyam; the responsible, eldest son. How fitting of her.

This conversation lead up to Riel’s practice in reality shifting. She proposed the idea of the two living in Pandora, meeting their comfort characters and of course, how funny (but low-key scary) the height difference would be.

Riel had never fully shifted, It was quite difficult, to shift that is; thus, Riel would’ve never thought that the next day she’d end up in Pandora, let alone with her cousin.

***

When Cecelia left for the night and drifted off to sleep, the next thing she knew, she was falling out of the sky. Was it a dream? She thought. No, the feeling of wind rushing through her thin black top, sending shivers up and down her spine, was too real. The feeling of gravity pulling at her was too great to feel like those regular falling dreams.

Her back was heavy, like lead, and her long hair sprawled violently in her face making the fall seem more distressing. Just as she was about to scream herself, she heard a voice crackling screech beside her.

She looked to her side; her older cousin looked like a comet, crashing down to earth. Her long hair being the tail.

“Riel!”

Riel frantically looked around her as she spun in the air. She finally caught her cousins gaze but before then two girls knew it, they landed on hard soil.

“I think I broke my back.”

——

They snuck away from the village. Into the forest they ventured; the three Sully’s showing off their tree climbing skills to the other Metkayina teenagers.

“Am ohe too fast, friend? (Am I too fast, friend?)” Lo’ak swung through the giant branches. Ao’nung scowled, trying to keep up with the cocky guy ahead of him; his tail meant for the water, working against him. His sister on the other hand, Tsireya, seemed to be having fun. Swinging along with the Sully’s’ getting lift-ups by Kiri, leading them further into the branches.

“Do you need help?” Neteyam landed onto the branch next to the Metekayin.

Ao’nung shoved him off, “I do not need your help.” The pissed off guy hopped up-to the branch. Neteyam sighed, knowing how stubborn he was, despite how much they’ve been through already, and jumped up himself.

he sighed and followed the rest of the group.

“Ahhhhh!” A piercing scream rung throughout the forest, a humanoid scream as a matter of fact. Everyone’s heads seemed to turn around in the direction of the sound.

“Holy shi— what was that?” Lo’ak asked, alertly looking around.

“you heard that right?” Kiri asked.

“We should go check,” Lo’ak leaped off in the direction of the sound before Neteyam could even respond.

“Lo’ak, we shouldn’t run off!” Neteyam tried to yell as the teenager himself followed his idiot brother.

“Skxawng (moron/idiot),” Neteyam hissed. The rest of the teens followed in suit. In a clearing of the forest, the team stalked in the trees and peered onto the figures whom have made the noises.

Two figures, that is. Girls, both sprawled out painfully on the forest floor, one with black hair, and the other with blonde.

“What the he—“ Ao’nung started but was cut off by his sister, Tsireya rushing forward; descending from the trees to the floor.

“Tsireya, wait!” Ao’nung hissed, following his sister. She walked up immediately to the girls while he stalked with caution.

“They are hurt,” she states looking back at him with a stern look. Kiri, Neteyam, and Lo’ak also jumped down and ran up to the siblings.

One of the girls, the brunette, groaned in pain. But soon, her gaze started to fuzz and all she saw was the blurry images of what looked like the Blue Man Group.

Masterlist

[creatrackers]

Seven Snippets Seven People Tag

tysm for tagging me @talesofsorrowandofruin !

Rules: post seven snippets from a WIP and then tag seven people

I chose to share some snippets from Creatrackers! I’ve been editing the first draft so it feels right :)

Willa’s POV:

The speakers in the van sing songs of different genres. Some are what people now call indie-pop, other songs feel like camping in the mountains, a few acoustics, and a soft rock song every now and then. All of which I really quite enjoy. I’m so caught up in the moment that I almost answer honestly when Jo asks me, “You planning on going to university?” I had gone. So long ago it feels like a dream… To a college in Germany, the oldest one still standing in fact, in 1900 when they finally became coeducational. I studied medicine and am a certified nurse.

We’re driving slowly down a small paved road, one that likely could not fit another vehicle. To my right are endless fields with houses every so often, their windows illuminated making them pop in the dark. On our right stand thousands of trees. Trees, and trees and bushes and trees. I assume they’re all part of our final destination.

We trek, cutting through the dark with the blade of our lights, humming tunes I don’t recognize but eventually pick up, stopping to take photos of cool trees and the moon and a giant toad we find by a tiny stream who was singing to the night sky, we laugh and tell stories until, CRACK! What was that? “What the fuck was that?” Holly echoes my thoughts, a little more vulgar than I was. “Huddle in close.”

I spot the head of something. It’s skipping along, barefoot and camouflaging with the trees. Big ears, an almost human face and body, but the skin is textured like the trunk of a tree. The right colour, too. It’s smiling and it’s round green eyes sparkle like a gemstone. Like an emerald. It stops, surprised by us and our lights, and tilts it’s head. Then, it disappears. Like the lifting of fog, it just fades away.

I wonder, would anyone rather stay a human if given the choice?

I hum along to the song that is playing so softly that I bet only Adrian and I are able to hear it. Not Nineteen Forever by The Courteeners. A song that Kelvin added to our playlist some time ago. You're not nineteen forever, pull yourselves together. I know it seems strange but things they change

“Yeah, it really is no issue…” he trails off, indicating he has more to say but doesn’t quite want to. I smile and nod slowly, giving him a chance to try. “Um… Do you? Uh, can I have your phone number? Or your snap or something. So I can message you what I want for supper, if I think of anything. I’m Jewish so I only eat kosher. And I have… I haven’t any allergies. But I will send some of my favourite meals, if that’s okay. Doesn’t have to be fancy, of course”

And I’ll be tagging @my-cursed-prince @minutiaewriter @vanessaroades-author @comicgoblinart @little-mouse-gardens @toribookworm22 and anyone else who wants to join in :)

[siriusmydeer]

Could I get a request with Sirius Black where he and the reader are like best best friends and they both like each other as more and everyone can tell but them. They go to the black lake with like Lily and James and Remus and Marlene and Peter and Sirius pushes her in and she drags him with her and they start making out in the lake? sorry its so specific lol

i thought this was adorable and i had a random surge of motivation so i had to.

her rings

sirius black x fem!reader

summary: sirius wants to go swimming in the black lake, and you want to wait. what happens when he pushes you in without a warning. 

word count: 1.2k

warning: kissing, cheeky sirius, jily, know it all remus, peter? insinuations of drowning? and swimming

“so, dear, we’re going to the black lake at 2. if you’re late, i’ll put burping powder in your food.” sirius says to you, with a chuckle as he runs off.

you stood there confused for a second before looking at your watch, 1:50pm. you laughed, starting at a light jog outside towards the black lake where you saw your friends seated around a tree.

james slouched on the grass, with his muscular arm around the stubborn red-head girl his gaze trained at her lovingly, remus leant against the tree and scarred nose in a book as he spared a glance to his friends as his hazel-eyes flicked back to his worn book, peter and mary were sat opposite to each other in the grass while in an intense game of wizards chess. peters fingers running through his brown tresses aggressively, due to his loss.

you see a tall and muscular figure in the distance, the raven haired boy ran to you and pulled your hand towards the rest of your mates. “finally, we’ve been waiting forever.” he said with a dramatic huff.

“‘m sorry, i was only given an invite on such short notice.” you giggled looking back at sirius, then looking towards your friends again; hands still interlocked with the taller boy.

he gave you a quick eye roll and sat down, pulling your body along with his. you land with a small bounce on the ground, you feel a small weight on your lap. the raven haired boy lay his head in your crossed legs and guiding your dainty fingers through his hair.

the bespectacled boy interrupted your light conversation with a fake-offence tone, “‘m offended, what makes you so special that you can touch padfoots hair, but m’not allowed to.” he said with his far hand reaching his heart and the other gripped at lily’s waist.

“i like the way your rings feel in my hair.” he says nonchalantly, answering the question you had yet to ask. he looked up in the sky and a dusty rose covered your cheeks, you looked in his line of vision trying to find his interest in the clouds above.

“you have your own mangle of red tresses to comb through, plus ‘ve got rings.” you waggle your ring-clad fingers in james direction, and remus let a chuckle pass through his lips.

“‘n what’s that got to do with anything?” he said with an eyebrow raise, knowing the behaviour you and sirius share with each other. along with mutual

confessions to the lycanthrope from you and sirius, his observant behaviour was obvious and he could see the mutual love and affection towards the you and the dark haired male.

“i like the way her rings feel in m’hair, it’s nice.” he looks in his best mates direction then in the direction of the lake. an idea popped in his mind, he hopped up from his laying position in your lap and grabbed your hand for the second time that day.

“we should go swimming in the lake.” he said with delight looking at his mates with excitement. “m’getting to the good part of the book.” remus said, barely listening and paying attention to the words carved into the paper.

“m’not going anywhere before i win.” peter said focused on the game, trying to maneuver his piece to get checkmate. “but we’re in our uniforms, why couldn’t you give us a warning sirius?” lily whined and looked at james. “whatever lilypad wants.” james shrugged and kissed her temple.

sirius looked at you with 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙜 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, “oh please y/n, don’t make me go alone!” he whined gripping your arm, staring into your e/c irises. “how about-“ you thought for a moment, “i watch you and, maybe later.” you offered, raising your brows.

he thought for a moment, before “agreeing”.

“alright, fine. but you promise you’ll join me at one point?” he stuck out his pinky with a pouting lip. you gave him a fake-angry huff with a playful eye roll and interlocked your pinkies. after pulling away, he interlocks your ring-clad fingers and quickly brought you over to the docks of the black lake.

“y/n?” sirius said, looking at you with a slight smirk. “hmm?” you said looking into his cerulean eyes. “so you remember the pinkie promise we made?” he asked as if he didn’t offer his pinkie as an unbreakable vow two minutes prior. “i do, it was a very eventful moment.” you said in an amused tone, playing along to what he was about to say. he swung your collided hands together and said,

“the one point you promised into going in the black lake, 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬.” he pushed you into the lake of water, you’re quick reflexes of a quidditch player we’re put to use as you gripped his arms with all your strength. both of you splashed and collided into the water together and swam to the surface.

“𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙐𝙎 𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝘽𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙆!” you said angrily, punching his shoulder aggressively. “m’shoes are all wet and i’m a bad swimmer! a little warning never hurt anyone.” you grunted and put your arms his neck, the close space between the both of you put a shit-eating grin on the dark haired boy face.

“but i wanted to swim with you, and i’ve got an nice view.” he said, an eyebrow raise and smirk on his face as his eyes directed to your chest. you gasped, slapping his chest and shoved his face away, “mind your eyes black!”

“‘m sorry-“ you cut him off quickly. “you’re definitely not.” you saw right through the boy and smirked. “true. but i wanted you alone, so i wanted to... show you something.” you didn’t catch on to his insinuation and played a joke to him instead. “ahh, it must be the giant squid roaming around waiting to pull you under.” you giggled and looked into his eyes.

“no, no. i want to do something but if you tell me to stop.” he said genuinely. you were confused by his change in demeanour, your heart beat sped up and you nodded looking at him. your arms came on contact with his shoulders again, looking at him with a confused brow.

“okay, so show me.”

he took this as a sign to keep going, he placed his hand on the apple of your cheek. the same colour of rose coloured your cheek again. if you thought this was his way of showing his reciprocated feelings, you were nervous for his next moves. he leaned closer until your plump lips were millimetres away from each-others.

you took initiative and connected your lips to his wet, and slightly chapped lips. he tasted your cherry chapstick, marking it as his new favourite flavour of yours. your fingers made their way into his his above the shoulder tresses, carding his strands between your fingers. his calloused hands made their way to your waist, feeling the damp material of your uniform on his hands.

he went to deepen the kiss, running his tongue across the bottom of your lip. the cheers and whistles in the distance made you pull back, with a flushed complexion. you saw your friends clapping, whistling and smirking in the distance. the smirk on remus’ face was prominent, you grinned at him before turning to the raven haired boy, his tresses wet and dishevelled from your fingers and the water.

“i guess swimming with me isn’t so bad after all.”

“𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶’𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽”

[anonymousfiction211]

Camping

Summary: Loki and you have been dating for a while. He has planned a suprise camping trip.  Warnings: Smut Word count: 2.255 words A/N: Thanks so much for reading it. Decided to write Loki a little soft this time, since I was feeling romantic. If you have any ideas or suggestions, please let me know :) 

You heard a knock on the door. The clock showed that it was 12.00 p.m. right on time, as usual. Before opening the door, you looked in the mirror of your hallway. You weren’t wearing anything fancy, just a white summer dress with small straps, showing a bit of cleavage. Not too obvious, but in a classy way. You grabbed the doorknob and turned. Loki was standing in front of you with a bouquet of different flowers. When he saw you a big smile on his face appeared.  He handed you the bouquet “you look lovely, darling” he said.

You took the flowers and let him into your apartment. You went to the kitchen to cut the flowers and put them in a vase. Before you did that you smelled them. They smelled wonderful, you felt butterflies swarm through your stomach at the thought that he had remembered that lavender was your favourite flower. “Thanks, do you want something to drink of get going?” you asked him. “Get going, it is a bit of a walk. If you don’t mind” “No of course not, lead the way” You walked outside and you locked up your apartment. When you turned around you saw Loki offering his arm, which you gladly took. “Are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?” you asked. “Do I have to explain the definition of a surprise again to you?” he teased. Loki knew you didn’t like surprises, you were far too curious for that. When he told you, he had a surprise planned for your fourth date you asked so many questions, you were afraid he might leave. But he just laughed at every question you asked him, not giving any hint or sign what he had planned.

Loki laughed at your pouting face and pulled your arm a bit, to have you closed beside him. “Trust me, you’re going to like it” he whispered in your ear. The way his breath felt on your ear made your stomach jump from excitement. “Alright, fine” you fake pouted, giving you a perfect excuse to let your face rest against his upper arm. A thing Loki didn’t seem to mind at all. You walked in silence through the edge of town. That is when Loki led you to a barely visible trail in the woods. “You know the way, right?” you asked him. He gave you a smile “Of course but getting lost with you will be very enjoyable” You walked for about half an hour, making small talk on the way. You told Loki about your week and he told you what he had been up to in Asgard. You laughed hard when he told you that he let Thor think he was a snake for a whole week. And that he exchanged the flagon of beer to non-alcoholic, watching Thor and his friends act like idiots at the end of the night.

He stopped walking and pointed to the woods. “Five more minutes. I apologize, it’s not really a path but it’s manageable” You tried your best to get through it. “You know, my mother always told me not to go with strange men to the woods” “I think if they were as handsome as me, she would let you make an exception” he winked at you, making you blush. The trees started to thin out and you saw a giant lake. There was a blanket spread out with all sorts of food on it, grapes, cheese, jam, bread. Next to the blanket was a tent with the flap open. Inside stood a twin bed with a thick blanket and fluffy pillows. On the inside hung string lights, giving the whole tent a cosy look. Loki stood right behind you, wrapping you in his arms. “Surprise” he said. You were still in awe from the scenery. You turned around so you were face to face with each other. “Loki, this is absolutely amazing! But ehm.. I’m not really a camper and haven’t brought any other clothes” you said.

“I know. I have different clothes for you in the tent. As for insects, I took care of that with a spell. And instead of an air mattress there is a bed, which may or may not be that small on purpose” he grinned at you. You giggled and he pulled you closer towards him. You put your hands on his cheeks and kissed him. Wanting to break the kiss you leaned back, but Loki followed your movement and kept kissing you. You lightly slapped his chest, he broke the kiss “what?”  he asked with his most innocent voice. “I still need air!” you said while catching your breath. “Air is overrated!” he argued. “But I suppose we should eat, before the food goes bad”

The whole afternoon you spend with Loki eating, talking, and laughing. At the end of the day, you both decided to go for a swim. Loki even had a bikini for you, for which you were grateful. Until you put it on and saw it only covered the bare minimum. Sneaky guy. It didn’t take long for it to end in a water fight, which you lost of course. But since Loki had claimed a kiss as his prize, you didn’t mind that a bit. It was getting dark and start started to appear. You both dressed in your pyjamas and Loki made a fire. He spends the night talking about the stars and showing you different constellations. Giving you a perfect opportunity to get as close to him as you could and cuddle.

Loki stopped talking and you noticed he looked to be deep in thought. “Is something wrong?” you whispered. He sat up right and shuffled a little bit farther away from you. He looked into your eyes and his whole expression seemed serious, maybe even a little bit nervous. “Loki?” he flashed you a quick smile. “You know those little photo’s we took on our third date?” “Yeah those polaroids, what about them?” you wondered why he brought this up. “Well, last week I was training and apparently I had one of them in my pocket. It fell out and Thor saw, so I was forced to tell him about you. And since Odin and my mother are gone a few days next week, he keeps bothering me to meet you. So, I was wondering if you would go with me to Asgard next week?” You gasped “Asgard? Really?! Hell, yes I’ll go!” you exclaimed. Loki didn’t show any emotion at your over enthusiastic reaction. “Loki, what’s wrong?” you asked again. “Nothing, I just was wondering if I could introduce you as ehm… well we have a different word for it, but you call it girlfriend?”

You were a bit taken aback. Loki and you only recently started dating, but so far it has been amazing. It probably wasn’t a secret that you were madly in love with him, you never were a good secret keeper, or liar. But you were afraid to actually tell him that. The butterflies returned in your stomach and you didn’t have to think about your answer. “Yes you can” instead of the grin you expected you got a sceptic look. “Really?” you were surprised that he was showing his insecurity. He never had acted like this before. You leaned closer and gave him a light kiss on his lips “really” you said while looking in his eyes. That is when the expected grin showed, and Loki pulled you closer to kiss you. You slipped a hand under his shirt, stroking his abs higher to his chest. Loving the way his muscles tensed underneath your touch. Loki got hungrier with his kiss and his hand trailed from you neck down to your lower back. You knew where this was going and couldn’t wait for it.

You put your other hand on his thigh and started to trail upwards. Loki stopped kissing you and looked into your eyes. He was panting slightly and let his forehead lean against yours. “You sure?” he whispered. “Yes” you whispered back. The moment the word left your lips he picked you up, making you squeak in surprise. He laughed at your reaction and walked towards the tent. He gently laid you down on the small bed and crawled on top of you. You were kissing passionately, exploring each other’s bodies with your hands. It didn’t take long for you to take Loki’s shirt off. You moved around so you were on top of him, with your hands on his chest. You felt his heartbeat fast. You sat up right and took of your own shirt and bra. Loki let out a low growl and grabbed your shoulders to put your upper body down. In one smooth motion he flipped you around. Before you had processed what happened he had his tongue circling your nipple and his hand stroking and squeezing your other breast. When you moaned he stopped and start kissing your chest, upwards to your neck and ear. “That is my new favourite sound in the world. I think my new mission is to hear it as much as possible” he whispered to you. That promise gave you goosebumps, making Loki chuckle.

He slowly put your pants and panties down, his eyes never leaving you. There was a primal hunger in his eyes which was making you wetter by the second. Loki pushed your legs slightly apart and started the kiss the inside of our thighs. Your breath hitched and you felt yourself beginning to squirm underneath him. You felt him smile against your skin, guessing he like to make you squirm. He put your thighs against his shoulders and his hand around them, holding your hips. His tongue started to lick your clit. You couldn’t help but keep moaning at the pleasure he was giving you. He was alternating his pace, keeping you on edge. Every time you moaned a little less he would switch his pace. Your hands went to his hair, stroking and tugging while he kept going and going. When you were almost there he pushed two fingers deep inside of you. “That’s it, come for me” he said in a rough voice. You came undone moaning his name loudly. He kept drawing circles on your clit with his tongue, until you begged him to stop.

He stopped and stood up straight next to the bed. You saw a chance that you wouldn’t want to waste. You got up and kneeled before him. When Loki saw you kneeling before him he froze. You stroked the entire length of his cock. Seeing his mouth fell open a little bit. You took the tip of his cock in your mouth, slowly swirling your tongue around it. When you looked up you saw Loki with closed eyes facing towards the ceiling. You slowly took his whole cock in your mouth, setting a slow pace. You almost missed the inaudible moan that Loki made. Spurring you on you started to quicken your pace. Loki started to stroke your hair and moan a few times. He then grabbed your hair and pulled a little. You let his cock slide out of your mouth and looked at him. He offered you a hand and helped you up. He laid you back down on the bed. “That was amazing, but I really want to make you mine” he said. He lined his cock with your entrance and slowly pushed himself inside of you. He felt you up nicely. It didn’t hurt, but you knew that you would definitely feel it in the morning. Loki quickened up his pace, reaching the right spot inside of you. When you started to moan he began to kiss your neck, biting it to leave a light mark. “Loki, I- I-..” you panted. “Yes, oh yes” Loki almost screamed. When your walls clenched around him and you orgasmed he followed quickly. You felt his cum filing you up. He collapsed on top of you.

When he caught his breath, he rolled of off you. He pulled you close, laying with your head on his chest. You both enjoyed laying naked against each other for a while. You followed the way his abs were formed with your fingertips, while he was stroking your back and playing with your hair. “How exactly did the photo fall out?” you asked, finally breaking the pleasant silence. “Don’t know, accident” he replied. “But if you didn’t want him to know, couldn’t you just lie to him. Since you are the God of Lies?” you asked him. You heard his heart rate speed up and he didn’t answer you. You crawled slightly higher and leaned upwards, so you were close to his face. “You want me to meet your brother don’t you?” it didn’t last long, but you swear you could see a slight blush on his cheeks. “Are you going to keep asking questions all night, because I know a far more enjoyable way to spend it” he finally replied. You let the subject go and kissed him. He suddenly stopped and took a deep breath “I did want you to meet him and him to meet you but didn’t know how else to ask” he admitted. You smirked at him “Alright, now how about you show me the enjoyable way to spend the night?” He grinned widely at you “wrong question, darling” he said while going in for a kiss and squeezing your ass.

[clarawatson]

It Only Takes A Taste (3)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x [Fem]!Reader (GN pronouns, fem coded stuff, but I’m not sure where this is going as a larger work so we’ll say Fem!reader to be safe) Summary: Jack comes for dinner, I guess. W/C: 2345 Warnings: none yet! A/N: this one got a little long, oopsies. AO3 Where am I in this series? 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |

The bed had been so warm and comfortable you hadn't wanted to get out, but the thought of seeing Aaron again made your heart grow three sizes. You'd been texting back and forth for the last couple of days, just small awkward stuff. He likes to text emojis. He's precious. Of course he's precious. 

He comes in as you're serving your first customer of the night—a sobbing thirty-year-old man who can't even order his pie without spluttering in tears. Is it favouritism to get excited by Aaron turning up? Yes. Is it worth it? Yes. 

"Hello," you smile. There's a hundred things you could have called him, but he's too cute and your brain doesn't want to work. 

"Hi," he grins back. "Can I have a coffee, please. Here."

"Yes you can." Aaron splits his bill between the counter and the tip jar. "How was your day,  Aaron?" 

"Boring paperwork. Couldn't concentrate."

Concern furrows your eyebrow. "Is something wrong?"

"Huh? No! I kept thinking about seeing you." There's that sunshine smile again. You might even match it yourself. He points to the cake that's still in the display tin. He's in earlier in the night than usual, so there's a lot more range to choose from. "Is that carrot cake?" 

"Sure is. Do you want some?" 

"Please." 

You serve him a slice and let the coffee machine splutter and fight with you. He stabs his cake with his fork and looks like he has an out of body experience the moment the cream cheese icing hits his tongue. That's a face you want to see again under different circumstances.

"Joe?"

"Me! And Joe's recipe. I sort of mixed it together and prayed."

"Then mark me a religious man." Aaron smiles. You can't held but smile back at him.

"It's a bit early for you to be in," you say. It's not an issue, just means you got the earlier shift. Finishing at 1am instead of 7am. Plus, Aaron looks nice in the daytime. Very nice. The afternoon light suits him.

"Didn't have a case," he shrugs. 

You've googled him since getting his business card. “Supervisory Agent Aaron Hotchner, Section Chief of the BAU”. The fuck did that even mean? BAU was the Behavioural Analysis Unit, which was still mainly a mystery, but you think it’s maybe just an over-glorified way of saying ‘they look inside people’s heads and hope for the best’. He’s got a handful of news reports that you’ve practically memorised. 

Okay, that’s a little obsessive. Don’t admit that to him. 

He wasn’t the ‘untouched by darkness’ that you’d thought of him before, his work face held all the darkness his smile did not. You hoped you never had to see the serious man who stood before the cameras. 

“How’s Rita?” Aaron asks. He’s cut the top off his carrot cake, saving it for later. He looks at it longingly every now and then, then he scoops just a little bit of the cream cheese and lets it rest on his tongue.

“She’s good. Restless. She’s happy for the due date to arrive.” She’d also asked you to be the baby’s godparent. Rather forcefully, actually, it had felt a bit strange. That was the only reason you hadn’t jumped at the opportunity. You’d do anything for Rita, but saying yes in that instant would had felt strange. Almost… wrong, maybe.

Aaron knows you’re thinking about it. He puts his fork down and shifts in his chair, waiting for you to continue. He doesn’t fill the silence between the two of you. You think about telling him, but then Lola’s bustling through the door and grabbing her apron.

“Hot stuff, when can I go for a smoke break?” is the first thing Lola says to you. She pulls chewing gum out of her mouth (yes, pulls. She sticks her fingers in her mouth and pulls it out as far as it will go without snapping) and Aaron moves his cake around his plate a bit. Does he not like it? Don’t be silly, he asked for it. Requested it. Whatever. You put his three cookies into a plastic bag and slide it across the counter to him.

“Lola you only just came in.”

“But I want to know,” she whines like she’s a teenager with an after school job, not a thirty-five-year-old woman who works at the diner full time. “Hey, Rita’s been acting weird, right? Is that a pregnancy thing, or?” Lola rubbed her nose on the back of her wrist and sniffs. An action you’re all too familiar with by now, and of course she was doing illegal substances in the bathroom before she started her shift when there’s a legitimate federal agent in the diner.

 “Oh,” Lola says as she looks at Aaron. She looks at you, raises her eyebrows, and nods like she’s impressed. “I take back telling Rita she was a liar." Even without knowing the context of Rita and Lola's conversation, you know Rita had told Lola how pretty/handsome/gorgeous Aaron is. "I’m going to go clean some tables.”

She grabs the cleaning supplies and heads out into the dining area. The door swings open, banging against one of the booths, and you’re immensely glad Lola doesn’t scream 'watch it’ at them. A curly haired blonde woman (gorgeous, mind you) touches Aaron’s shoulder and he sits up straight, smiling, and your heart plummets a little bit. Just the tiniest amount. 

“Jack insisted we switch over here before I go to parent/teacher interviews.” As if on queue, a well mannered, sandy-haired boy sits next to Aaron and grins too much like Aaron. Aaron’s son. You can put two and two together. Profiler or not.

“How was school?” Aaron asks. Jack shrugs.

“It was school.” He learnt that from his dad, there’s no question. 

“Well, in that case. Jack, this is my friend Y/n. Y/n, this is Jack.” Jack extends a hand to shake in greeting and looks really shy about it. You shake it quickly so he doesn’t feel like a kid who’s been roped into doing adult things. There’s a pile of colouring-in pages Joe’s printed off at the local library beneath a cup of crayons that Jack’s eyeing off. 

You grab a sheet and a crayon, raising an eyebrow in invitation as you turn around to Jack. 

“Yes please,” he says, grin growing across his face. “Thank-you.”

“You’re welcome. Wonderful manners.” Jack grins even bigger and you think he, too, might combust just like his dad. Stardust! That’s the movie you were thinking of. When Yvaine sees Tristan she shines, literally, the star inside of her just can’t be contained. That’s Aaron and Jack, and the way they look when they smile. 

Aaron’s sister-in-law looks at you with a cocked head, like a curious cat. Like she’s waiting to pounce. But… curiously pounce. Like she's sussing you out. She extends a hand in greeting.

“Jess. Aaron’s talked about you.”

There’s no response but to look sheepish. This seems to greatly please Jess, who smiles softly and rubs the back of Aaron’s head affectionately. They have a long history together, it’s too familial to be just a relationship born through marriage. 

“I’ll see you later then, Rockstar,” Jess says.

“Bye,” Aaron and Jack say together. Aaron rests his cheek on his hand, watching you as Lola hands you three orders she’s taken while you’ve been talking to Aaron. Jack leans over and whispers to Aaron about his homework (it’s a whisper that belongs on a stage) as you wrestle with the coffee machine. 

It’s been grinding it’s way down to not working for a while now. Ever since you met Aaron, actually. Joe’s said he’s going to fix it, or get a new one, but everyone’s in a state of non-commital until Rita has her baby.You’ve got no idea why, it’s just the way things are. Good luck, maybe? Or luck in general? 

Somehow you get Aaron talking about Shakespeare. It might have been Jack’s doing, to be completely honest, but one moment you’re trying to make the froth… well, froth… and the next you're listening to Aaron talk animatedly about Othello. Jack's young enough to not think his Dad's passion is embarrassing. 

"Have you watched Othello?" Jack asks, a question that Aaron's neglected to ask you. "I'm not old enough to yet." 

"I haven't seen that one yet, but I've seen Much Ado About Nothing."

"Is that the one with the olive gardens?" Jack asks. Aaron frowns, eyes searching for the answer in that big beautiful minds tonight.

"Yes," he says finally. "That was the one with the olive trees."

Jack giggles. "There was kissing in that movie." 

"Lots of it," Aaron agrees. You're not sure you're talking about the same film, but it's cute to see the two of them interact. 

"With the guy who plays Lockhart in the second Harry Potter movie?" You ask. Jack laughs just like his father. It's all light and mirth. He nods in confirmation. 

"His name is Kenneth," Jack says like he's familiar with him. When Aaron smiles, you know Jack's his whole world.

It’s not long before Aaron realised he’d brought Jack in without asking if he wanted anything. The afternoon rush had died down, leaving you in the space between out-of-work and dinner. You make the most chocolate-y hot chocolate you can for Jack when Aaron says he can have one. Well, Jack says the best bit is the froth, so it’s more child-size-hot-chocolate-in-an-adult-mug-full-of-froth. Jack loves it. He slurps at the chocolate, which leaves a giant frothy mustache over his top lip that won’t go away no matter how much he licks at it.

When he’s done you let him come around to the kitchen to wash his face, because no amount of wet napkins is going to fix that mess. Jack can’t reach the sink, so you fashion a step out of old milk and bread crates. Joe gives him cake batter to taste before realising that he actually has no idea who Jack is. Aaron watches from the kitchen door with a smile on his face. You don’t catch it until Jack jumps off the crates and takes your hand, leading you back out. Aaron’s fingers brush your hand as you pass him. Electricity sparks between the two of you that's completely unavoidable. The two of you recoil involuntarily.

Aaron gives you a small smile of apology. You give exactly the same one back. Lola legitimately gasps like she too felt the electricity between the two of you. Surely that was just something that happened in movies? Or in books? That’s not a real thing, right? But Aaron brushes past you again, as if he’s making sure as well, and it’s there again. Only it’s like your whole arm becomes pins and needles, not just a quick lightning spark.

If it’s like that every time you’re with him, your not sure you could even go beyond lusting after him and giving him coffee and meals every now and then. Aaron drops his gaze, then follows Jack to the front of the counter. 

They stay for dinner (because Jack insists, he wants the nachos) but the rush comes early and there’s really not much time to talk to them, so you almost miss them leaving. Almost. You’re serving the angry couple at table three (are they angry at you, or each other? Who knows, you don’t, but they’re taking it out on you) when Jack taps your hip. 

He’s very patient as you finish the order (somehow you figure out what they want between the curse words) and bend down to him. He hands you a folded piece of paper.

“This is for you,” he says. “I did it.” You’re about to unfold it, but he insists that it belongs in your apron pocket until you can look at it with no rush. That’s a kid who knows what it’s like to have a very busy parent. So you tuck it away safely and mess with his hair, which makes him grin from ear to ear.

“See you later!” Jack yells as he runs to Aaron, who’s waving goodbye with a doggy bag full of Jack’s unfinished dinner.and his keys between his fingers. 

“I’ll see you later,” he mouths as the noise in the diner starts to rise. Without thinking you blow him a kiss, which he catches effortlessly and kisses the fist closed around it before slipping out. 

When you get to the kitchen Lola’s already in the midst of teasing you. 

“You like him,” she says with all the confidence in the world. There’s not point denying her, so you just nod. It’s met by a chorus of ‘ooo’s which, to be honest, you really didn’t need. It made the diner feel far too small.

When everything dies down you remember the paper Jack had given you. You wipe the milk and spaghetti sauce off the counter, then make sure it’s dry, and unfold Jack’s page. It’s the generic colouring page Joe’s printed out, but Jack’s tried to make the generic waitress look like you. Well, you if you had purple hair and green skin. It’s a start, you guess, there’s an apology from Aaron on the back. Makes it worth it.

You move a couple of postcards on the corkboard aside and put Jack’s picture there instead. Joe pretends not to notice, but when Lola goes out the back with one of her customers, Joe comes round the front and presses a finger to the page.

“Good kid,” Joe says. He nods a couple of times then turns to you. “You know he and his dad come as a package, right? You fuck up one, you fuck up both.” Joe’s first wife had three kids that weren’t biologically his. He’s still mad at himself for not taking the kids seriously and only turning up for their mom.

“I know,” you say. 

Joe strokes your cheek as he passes and kisses your forehead. It’s all the praise you need. 

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[sunrisefairy]

Don’t forget me

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: Y/N and George were in a car accident, leaving Y/N in a coma. George isn’t sure if their life will go back to normal.

Warning: Car accident, mention of broken bones, a few swear words, sad George. 

A/N: this was longer then I planned for it to be, it’s a little one the angsty side but worth it I swear. 

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Hope you enjoy. 

Italics signify a flashback. 

George couldn’t remember the last time he felt this worried and scared, actually the second Wizarding War would be a close contender. But right now, he couldn’t think about anything else besides you laying unconscious in a hospital bed.

George’s leg bounced up and down in the waiting room chair. What was meant to be a romantic date night turned into nightmare.

“Merlin, I think I’m going to explode with how full I am right now. That was the best risotto I’ve ever had.” Y/N moans, relaxing in the passenger seat as George chuckles and pulls out of the parking spot.

The redhead rests his hand on Y/N’s leg, concentrating on the snow filled road. “We definitely need to have date nights more often.”

The couple had been dating for almost 6 years having met at Hogwarts. George had worked up the courage to ask the H/C haired girl out, she had said yes, and the rest was history.

“I won’t say no to that, especially if you pay” Y/N jokes and squeezes Georges hand.

George glances over at Y/N who is staring out the window watching the snow fall. He can’t believe how lucky he is, Y/N is by far the most gorgeous girl he’s every laid his eyes on.

Y/N turns to face him having sensed his gaze on her. George swears he had only been looking at the beauty next to him for a moment, but his heart stops when he sees Y/N’s eyes widen and his name escaping from her lips, drawing his attention back to the road. George panics when his brain registers the bright lights of a truck right in front of them, gripping the steering wheel with both hands he tries to swerve out of the way, causing the car to flip and crash into a nearby tree.

“Any news yet dear?” George looks up to see his mum, Molly standing in front of him with a cup of water in an outstretched hand. He just shakes his head, taking the cup.

“Still in surgery” George sighs rubbing his eyes, Y/N had been in surgery by the time George woke up in the hospital bed. Molly and Fred had been waiting for him to wake up, they looked equally distraught. George hadn’t been told much of the details surrounding Y/N, only she had been taken straight into the operating room when they arrived.

George groans leaning back into the rather uncomfortable plastic chair. His arm is wrapped in a sling, doctors said he had broken his collarbone and his legs and arms were covered in multiple cuts and bruises but that was the extent of his injuries.

“She’s gonna be okay mate. Its Y/N we’re talking about, she’s a fighter” The voice comes from Fred, George hadn’t notice when he returned from his mission to find some decent food, not that George really cared to eat anything right now.

“Y/N L/N?” it’s the doctor speaking now, he is standing in front of them, clipboard in hand with a rather serious look on his face which might just be his permanent expression.

George jumps to his feet eager to know something, anything, he needs to know if Y/N is okay. His throat is dry, and it feels like a razor blade when he swallows, he’s 80% sure he might be sick or pass out from the worry, but he doesn’t care. Molly grab his hand in comfort, George finds himself squeezing it back.

George is having a hard time understanding what the doctor is saying, his brain feels fuzzy and he can only comprehend bits and pieces of the conversation. He can make out ‘Y/N is out of surgery’ and ‘brain swelling’ and ‘induced coma’ and George feels his legs give way.

Fred is at his side pulling him back up, “c’mon Georgie, we can go see her.”

Y/N’s giggles fill the air “Georgie, stop! Anyone could walk around the corner and find us.”

George’s hands are under Y/N’s school shirt, caressing her sides while his mouth is attacking her neck leaving as many dark bruises as he can, “I don’t care, I’m allowed to kiss my girlfriend when she looks this ravishing.”

Y/N moans quietly, her eyes fluttering closed as her hands thread through the redhead’s soft hair tugging lightly.

“I love you,” Y/N breathes out before she can stop herself. She stiffens, clamping a hand around her mouth. They couple hadn’t shared those words with each other yet, only been dating for a few months. “pretend I didn’t say that.” Y/N tries to backtrack, worried she gone and scared George.

By now George has moved from his original position and is looking down at Y/N searching her eyes.

“Say it again.”

Y/N hesitates, “I love you.”

George grabs her face in his giant hands and begins peppering soft kisses all over her face, “again” he mumbles against her skin.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” The short girl giggles.

Eventually George stops his attack on his girlfriend, “I love you too. Please don’t ever stop saying you love me.”

“Promise."

George reckons if it was quieter the world might be able to hear his heart thumping in his chest. His pace quickens as he looks at the room numbers, 205, 207, 209 and then 211. Once he enters the cold, white room he sees Y/N, laying in the hospital bed, covering in tubes.

“Godric,” he rushes over to his girlfriend’s side, clinging onto her hand and brushing some hair away that’s fallen onto her face. “baby.”

“I’m aware Doctor Anderson has already spoken with you Mr. Weasley, but Miss L/N here is in an induced coma due to the swelling against her brain. While she isn’t awake, I’m sure she can hear you.” The nurse notes before slipping out of the room.

“Baby, you have no idea how scared I’ve been. I miss you so much, I need you to get better so you can wake up and tell me how much of an idiot I am for driving in the snow. I am so sorry. Darling I am such a fucking idiot. Merlin, that should be me laying in a coma right now.” George babbles on and on for what feels like hours, his tears dried against his cheeks. At some point he falls asleep in the chair beside your bed, still clinging onto your hand.

“Happy birthday darling,” George says handing a very confused Y/N a small yellow wrapped box.

“Georgie my birthday isn’t for another few months” She grabs the box and slowly unwraps it, slightly nervous about what’s inside, Georges gift giving can be very unpredictable, most of them result in some sort of prank.

“I know but I couldn’t wait any longer to give you this present, seeing as you just finished school and all.”

Y/N tosses the wrapping paper aside and carefully lifts the lid of the tiny box; inside she sees a single key. “a key?”

“To my apartment” George answers, “I want you to move in with me and Fred.”

Y/N gazes up at her boyfriend surprised, “really? You want me to move in with you?”

“Of course, I can’t stand being away from you a moment longer. So… what do you say?”

Y/N has tears forming in her eyes, she has never felt love like this before and she prays it always stays this way forever. “Of course I’ll move in with you, silly!’ Y/N exclaims wrapping her arms around George’s neck.

George realises a breath he didn’t know he was holding “I was worried you might say no, thought maybe you think you’d get sick of me.”

Y/N shakes her head and nuzzles her face into Georges chest, “could never get sick of you babe, you’re stuck with me forever.”

It’s been a week? Maybe 2 or is it 3? George isn’t really sure how long its been, he’s spent every day in the hospital since the accident, the days seem to blur together. Fred has brought him some clothes here and there and convinced him to go home to shower a few times because ‘you smell like actual trash, probably doing some damage to Y/N’s nose with your stench’.

The doctors said the swelling in Y/N’s brain had improved and decided to bring her out of the medically induced coma. George has been persistent in asking when his girlfriend will wake up but only receiving an unhelpful reply of ‘it’s hard to tell, could take some time’. So, George decided he’d make sure he was by Y/N’s side for when she wakes up, not wanting her to be confused about her surroundings.

George has been tracing patterns onto the back of Y/N’s soft hand, quietly humming a tune to one of her favourite songs when she wakes up.

“Uh, excuse me?” Y/N’s voice came out croaky.

George’s head snapped up, “Oh merlin! You’re awake! You’re awake! Oh I’ve missed you baby!” he rushes to say as he’s clicking the nurses button to notify them.

Y/N scrunches up her eyebrows, feeling confused and eyes darting around the room. George is back at her side gripping her hand so tightly he doesn’t notice Y/N flinch slightly.

“How are you feeling darling? Are you in pain?” The redhead asks.

Y/N is in a tremendous amount of pain, her neck is aching, her wrist feels sore and stomach hurts when she breathes but she isn’t focused on any of that, all she is focused on right now is this man in front of her, this stranger.

“I’m sorry, but who are you?” Y/N whispers out, her throat stopping her from speaking any louder.

“What?” George squeaks dropping Y/N’s hand. At this moment the nurse comes into the room to tend to Y/N. George feels like he’s suffocating, he throat feels tight and dry and he can’t seem to breathe.

The nurse peeks at him noticing his pale face, “Mr. Weasley are you okay?”

“She-she doesn’t remember me.” He says not sure if the nurse heard. “She doesn’t know who I am.” He says louder this time.

The nurse looks taken back and begins asking Y/N questions, ‘what’s your name?’, ‘can you tell me what year it is?’.

George doesn’t wait to hear the answers, instead rushing out the room and heading outside, needing air. He quite literally bumps into Fred outside the hospital who was on his way to deliver him some food. The older twin notices his brothers horrified expression.

“Woah, is everything okay George? Is it Y/N? is she awake?” George’s breathing starts to quicken, he’s losing his grip on reality, he feels like he’s falling and he doesn’t know what to do. “Georgie mate look at me. Okay, just breathe buddy. Like this.” Fred takes some slow exaggerated deep breaths trying to calm down his brother. George’s eyes meet Fred’s and starts to copy him, which eventually slows down his heart rate and calms him down.

“Okay now can you tell me what’s going on?” Fred enquires.

George feels the hot fat tears running down his face as he wraps his arms around his brother, “she doesn’t remember me, Freddie. She doesn’t know who I am."

“Okay now are you going to tell us why you randomly dropped by?” Arthur asks as the 3 of them sit around the kitchen table, sipping at his tea.

“Not that we don’t love having you over dear.” Molly adds sending Arthur a glare.

George clears his throat looking between the 2, he knows his mum is going to flip. “I’ve decided I’m going to propose to Y/N.”

Molly squeals and pulls her son into a bone crushing hug, “oh my boy! This is amazing news. I’m so happy.” Arthur pats him on the back, “congratulations, we’re so proud of you.”

George chuckles as Molly pulls away, wiping the tears off her face.

Molly begins asking a million questions ranging from when George is planning on popping the question to how. “I haven’t decided yet, kind of waiting for the right time.”

Molly couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. Y/N was perfect for her boy, since they first started dating in school Molly had an inkling it was the real deal and they’d end up getting married. George’s face would light up whenever Y/N was mentioned in a conversation and when he invited her over to spend the summer at the Burrow for the first time, he always had his hand in hers or holding her waist, stealing kisses whenever he could. It made Molly insanely happy to see how smitten her son was with Y/N.

“You tell us as soon as you her ask okay?” Molly insisted pointing a finger at George.

“I will, you’ll be the first to know.”

George is back in Y/N’s hospital room with Fred by his side. They’ve passed Doctor Anderson on their way up who explained Y/N’s situation. Retrograde amnesia, she can’t remember the last 7 years of her life, ultimately her life with George. The doctor mentioned her memory may come back, with brain injuries it’s hard to tell, but there is the chance that it won’t and that terrifies George. Doctor Anderson said that in a few days once Y/N is feeling better she can go home, he says it best for her to get back into her normal routine as soon as possible.

Y/N’s eyes look between the 2 identical men standing in front of her. They look vaguely familiar, like older versions of boys she used to know from school. After the redhead ran out of the room earlier the nurse and doctor filled Y/N in on her situation. Y/N was completely shocked to find out that she’s forgotten 7 years of her life, she isn’t some teenager at Hogwarts anymore and that is kind of freaking her out to be honest. The 2 redheads in front of her have yet to say anything and its annoying Y/N, she senses they are scared to speak to her, as if she might break.  

“Oh my godric will one of you please something” Y/N finally huffs out annoyed.

The twin on the left, who isn’t the one Y/N ‘met’ earlier clears his throat and speaks “so I’m guessing you don’t remember us. Uh- I’m Fred and this is George, my brother.” Fred finds this unbelievably hard having to introduce himself to someone he’s known for years. Since Y/N and George started dating at Hogwarts him and Y/N had become pretty close friends.

“Fred and George” Y/N whispers, that does sound familiar. “Nice to meet you” Y/N pauses “re-meet you?”

Fred gives a light-hearted chuckle.

Y/N is filled with an ample amount of questions, she doesn’t know where to begin. “So how do I know you both? I mean we must be close if you’ve been waiting at the hospital for me.”

Y/N notices the twin on the right, George, looking like he’s in physical pain. Fred and George share a knowing look with each other before the younger twin starts to speak.

“Um, we met at Hogwarts actually and became pretty close,” he clears his throat and Y/N waits patiently for him to continue “you and me are… we’re actually dating.”

There’s an awkward tension in the air, no one can find the right words to speak. Fred has sat down on the wooden chair next to Y/N’s bed kind of regretting his decision to be here for moral support. George hasn’t moved from his position at the foot of the hospital bed, hand in his pocket staring down at his shoes.

“Oh” Y/N manages, “for how long?”

George inform Y/N that they’ve been officially dating for 5 almost 6 years, that they also live together in a flat above Fred and George’s joke shop which Y/N sometimes works at to help the boys. It feels strange for Y/N to hear about her life when none of it sounds familiar.

A few days later Y/N is standing in the living room of the flat, looking around at the photo frames hung up on the wall. Many of them include her, one in particular catches her eye. It’s a photo of her and George at the beach, George looks the same as he does now so Y/N guesses it may have been from the past summer. George has his arm around her waist tickling her sides as Y/N throws her head back laughing then George plants a sloppy kiss against her cheek. They look so happy, so in love. Y/N’s heart aches.

“I’ll show you to the bedroom if you like” Y/N turns around to find George standing there. She follows him into the bedroom. “If you need anything, I’ll just be in the living room.” George steps towards Y/N but falters, he normally kisses her goodnight. “um night.” He turns quickly on his heels and walks right out the door.

Y/N lays in bed that night, trying desperately to search her brain for something. She’s gotta remember something. But nothing comes up. She feels like a failure, and so overwhelmed she can’t help but cry herself to sleep that night. Just in the other room George lays uncomfortably on the couch, trying to sleep with a sling on your arm and a broken collarbone proves very difficult, he too has tears staining his cheeks as he finally falls asleep.

“Will you quit staring at me” George mumbles, his eyes still closed.

Y/N pokes his cheek earning a grumble from the sleepy boy. They had been living together for 1 year now and Y/N couldn’t be any happier. “Wake up sleepy head.”

She tries poking his cheek again when he doesn’t answer. “Leave me be” George mumbles.

Y/N purses her lips an idea forming in her head, “you leave me no choice.” She stands up in the bed and starts jumping around and yelling “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

Eventually George opens his eyes and grabs onto Y/N’s legs pulling her down and on top of him who is giggling like crazy, George smiles too.

“You are going to be the death of me, ya know that?” George says kisses her cheek.

Y/N laughs, “you love me though right Georgie?”

“Always.”

Y/N jolts awake, that dream feeling so realistic. It’s been 2 weeks since she left the hospital and some nights, she has these dreams that feel so unbelievably real or she’ll do something that give her déjà vu. She hasn’t told George about it though; she doesn’t want to get his hopes up in case her memories don’t return.

Y/N walks into the kitchen to find George making coffee, his red hair sticking in a million of different directions.

“Mornin’ Georgie” Y/N greets, going to make some toast.

George whips his head to face the smaller girl, she hasn’t called him Georgie since before the accident. Y/N doesn’t seem to notice though and continues to make her toast. “Morning,” he mumbles back “any progress on the memory?”

Y/N shakes her head and George feels his heart drop. He doesn’t want to think about what happens if Y/N never regains her memories, frightened she’ll never feel the way she used too. His family seem very optimistic about the whole situation, Ginny thinks that the whole situation is very romantic but each day that goes by George loses hope.

 It's a Saturday night and they’ve just finished watching a movie on the couch. Y/N fell asleep half-way through which wasn’t surprising, her head resting on George’s shoulder, he doesn’t dare move in inch. In this moment he can pretend everything is normal again.

“Mm, Georgie. Dinner.” Y/N mumbles, George looks down and sees her eyes still closed, he realises she’s sleep talking.

“What was that love?”

Y/N stirs slightly, curling into Georges side. “We should do dinner. Date night. Been too long.”

The redhead starts playing with her H/C hair. “Yeah? Where should we go?”

“You know, Valentino’s. Always go there.” Y/N breathes out.

George’s breath hitches. Y/N always chose Valentino’s when it was her choice for date night, it was this cute little Italian restaurant they’d found one night in London, it was where they went the night of the accident.

“That sounds lovely, darling.” George kisses Y/N’s forehead.

Y/N stirs from her slumber “did I fall asleep again Georgie?” she rubs her eyes trying to take in her surroundings. Her brain feels fuzzy having just woken up. Y/N looks around trying to remember how she got on the couch when she lets out a loud gasp and jumps up.

“What is it? Is everything okay?” George eyes Y/N carefully who is frantically looking around the room finally landing on George.

Y/N’s doesn’t speak for a minute her brain going crazy. While Y/N doesn’t remember everything that she’s forgotten from the last 7 years she remembers parts, the important parts. She remembers kissing George for the first time and being each other’s date for the Yule ball, she remembers how sad and proud she felt when she watched Fred and George fly out of Hogwarts for the last time, she remembers the fear and terror of the war, she remembers joking around with Fred late at night and drawing on George’s face when he fell asleep after a night of drinking but most importantly she remembers loving George.

George’s heart sores and little fireworks erupt inside his chest when he hears Y/N say, “I remember.”

He palms the small box in his jacket pocket which he hadn’t the heart to remove just in case he found the right moment.