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I'm actually so sorry about this request because I just know I read it here first but I forgot to bookmark it. I tried to search by myself but I canât find it:( Iâll list the things I remember
- Draco and Harry were sharing a room.
- Pansy subscribed Draco to a sort of Christmas exchange or something
- Draco gets Ron, when Harry realizes thinks Dracoâs going to get his friend rubbish gifts but Draco actually gets Ron pretty good presents.
- Harry is listed as the one to ask for the gifts in case the person who gets Ron doesnât know what to give. Also, Harry gets Draco.
- I think Harry gives a tie to Draco.
Iâd appreciate the help, thank you!
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too tongue tied ŕ° s. winchester
summary: social media/modern era au with stanford! sam winchester
pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x fem! reader
warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, slice of life, unofficial part two of must be love, can be read as a standalone, title is a lyric from must be love by laufey
a/n: lol i hope you guys enjoy this unofficial part two of my other smau with sam. a part two got requested quite a bit so i gave the people what they wanted đ¤
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jessymoore me and my wife (and her bf ig đ), đ¸: @ dianhhboo
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bradybunch why wasn't i invited to the beach day đ âł jessymoore we did, we banged on your door but you never answered đ âł bradybunch oh đŚ
dianhhboo today was so fun!! (even if it was supposed to be a girls day) âł jessymoore 100% agree âł yourusername guys đ we don't own cars and sam was the only one who does and volunteered to drive us the entire time âł dianhhboo @ yourusername still supposed to be a girls beach day âł jessymoore @ yourusername yeah, plus me and you were supposed to make out not you and sam âł yourusername i legit can't with you two anymore đ
samwinchester could you send those last two photos jess? âł jessymoore maybe, if you break up with your gf so i can have her âł samwinchester im not going to do that âł jessymoore then youre not getting the pictures âł samwinchester đđ
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yourusername surprise date night to celebrate sam passing the LSATS! (thanks for gatecrashing dean đ)
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deansbaby67 you're welcome đ besides i needed to congratulate my little brother for almost becoming mr. law boy âł yourusername you couldn't have done it the day after? âł deansbaby67 ah what's the fun in that? you love seeing my face sweetheart đ âł yourusername hate to break it to deanie but im into the taller winchester
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Take Me Home- Colby Brock x Reader
word count:2153
warnings: fluff, kisses
summary: the heater in your house breaks in the middle of winter, and so to keep you warm Colby suggests going on a drive.
(not my gif!)
It was the middle of winter and lucky for you, your heater had gone out and you were stuck in the cold. The only good thing about this situation is that your boyfriend was with you, and he was somewhat like a human radiator. You were curled up next to him and shivering every now and then. He looked down at you and sighed, âStill cold babe?â he asked and you nodded your head that was hidden in the crook of his neck. He could feel your cold nose brush along his neck, which made him shiver. âIâm sorry,â you said and held him a little tighter. âWhy are you sorry?â he asked and kissed your head. âI am clinging to you like this, itâs probably really annoying,â you told him and began to pull away. âNo, no, please donât go,â he said and you looked at him with a raised brow. âAre you sure? I feel like I'm being unnecessarily suffocating,â you said and looked down at your sweater-covered hands.Â
He placed a finger under your chin and lifted your head so youâd look at him. He had a soft smile as he looked at you. âIs it bad to say Iâd love to stay like this forever?â he asked. You laughed softly and shook your head no. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. âCâmere,â he said and pulled you close again. The tv was turned to a low volume as some random show played. Colby was on his phone and you were sitting snugly next to him, your face was once again placed in the crook of his neck. You sighed in contentment and moved to kiss his jaw, feeling him smile made your lips upturn.Â
âYouâre so warm,â you said quietly and he chuckled a bit. âYouâre still cold,â he said and reached up to run a hand through your hair. âHey babe, I have an idea,â he said and you hummed in acknowledgment. âWhy donât we go for a drive?â he asked and you pulled back to look at him. âYou can warm up in the car,â he said and you smiled at the thought. âYeah, Iâd like that,â you said with a nod.Â
He turned off the tv and got ready to stand up but you kept him on the couch. âWhat are you doing?â he asked. âCan I have a kiss at the stoplights?â you asked softly. His smile grew at your request, âof course you can babe. Here Iâll give you one now,â he said and leaned down to press his lips to yours. You gently held his face in your hands, you lingered for a few seconds before pulling away. âThank you,â you said quietly and he smiled. âOf course,â he said and kissed you one more time before pulling away and standing up.Â
You got up after him and slipped on your shoes before grabbing your phone. âYou ready babe?â you heard Colby ask and you nodded your head. He quickly guided you out to the car and opened the door for you. You kissed his cheek in thanks before getting into the car. You settled into your seat and clicked your seatbelt in place just as Colby opened his door. He turned the car on and you smiled as you turned up the heat. He chuckled at your trembling hand and reached out to hold it bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on it.Â
Once he put the car in gear you grabbed his free hand and placed it on your thigh. He laughed softly and ran his thumb across your leg. You let your head lean on the head rest as you turned to look at him. You lifted your hand to run through his hair, you felt him relax and you smiled. You could see the yellow streetlights outline his profile, almost like it was gold. âYouâre really pretty,â you said and traced his jaw with your fingers. You could see his cheeks slightly redden and you grinned. âEspecially under the streetlights,â you said and he let out a huff of a laugh. âWhat?â he asked and took a quick glance at you. âThey outline you in gold, itâs really pretty,â you said softly as you admired him for a few more seconds.Â
âYou know, one of my favorite things about driving with you is the silences,â you said and let your hand hold the one placed on your leg. âWhy is that babe?â he asked. âTheyâre so comfortable, I just get to be with you,â you told him. âYouâre the sweetest person Iâve ever met, did you know that?â he asked and intertwined your fingers. âThat canât be true, you know so many people Colbs,â you said and took a brief look out the window at the passing city lights. âSure, but I have never met a single person like you, and youâre the sweetest,â he told you.Â
âSo does that mean you like me?â you joked a bit. He chuckled and nodded. âActually, it means that I love you,â he said and you gasped and placed a hand over your heart in mock surprise. âI had no clue. I love you too,â you said and smiled brightly over at him. He came to the first stoplight and looked over at you. âReally?â he asked and you nodded before leaning over and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. It was quick but made him melt nonetheless. âReally,â you confirmed.
He quickly pulled you in for one more kiss, you giggled as he pulled away. The light was green and youâre not sure how long you had been sitting there you were just lucky no one was around. You were surprised at the vacancy of the streets around you.
 âItâs so quiet tonight,â you said softly as if youâd disturb the peace. âYeah it is, I wonder why,â he said as he glanced briefly at his surroundings. âTheyâre probably all at home with their blankets and heaters reading or watching some shitty tv,â you thought outloud. âIâd rather be here in the car to get warm than at home with a heater and a blanket,â he told you and you looked over at him with a grin. âMe too,â you said and traced patterns on the back of his hand. You flipped his hand over and traced the words âI love youâ from his wirst further up his arm. He could feel what you were doing and it made him love you even more. âI love you too,â he said and you smiled down at his arm. You knew that he knew what you wrote.Â
You picked up his hand with both of yours and placed a few kisses against his wrist right over his pulse point. He hummed contentedly and felt you smile against his skin. âSo, I have something to tell you,â you said and squeezed his hand. You could see the confusion on his face. âDid I do something?â he asked and you immediately shook your head. âNo,no,of course not. I did actually,â you told him and looked out the window. He felt his heartbeat speed up at what you said. âYou can tell me anything,â he said despite how scared he was of what you might say.Â
âI might have stolen a pair of your socks,â you said and shut your eyes tightly. He let go of the breath he didnât realize he was holding. The car was silent for a few seconds before he let out a laugh. âWhat?â he laughed. âMy feet were cold!â you tried to defend yourself. âSo you stole my socks, didnât you have some on?â he asked with a huge grin. You groaned in slight embarrassment. âYeah, but they werenât warm enough. I had to double up, I had no choice,â you said and he laughed again. âYou had no choice but to steal my socks?â he asked and you shook your head. âNo choice at all. What was I supposed to do walk around with cold feet all day?â you asked. âDo you still have them?â he asked and glanced over at you, chuckling at the blush on your face. â...MaybeâŚâ you trailed off and tried to angle your feet out of view. âYouâre wearing them arenât you?â he asked and you had to stop yourself from giggling a bit. âI donât know how you didnât notice earlier honestly,â you said and gave him a soft smile. It truly was a funny situation, âWell, Iâm not looking at your feet all the time,â he told you and you chuckled. âI wear them all the time actually,â you said and he laughed. âSeriously?â he asked. âYeah, I mean theyâre comfy,â you shrugged. âYouâre so weird,â he laughed.Â
âYou do know Iâm keeping them right?â you asked and he shook his head with a smile. âI didnât expect anything less,â he said. He stopped at another light and you leaned over to kiss his cheek. âNo, no, no, I want a real one. I deserve it for letting you hijack my socks,â he told you and you let out a laugh. You once again leaned over and pressed your lips to his, letting go of his hand you held his cheek. He smiled against your lips before pulling away, âBetter?â you asked and he nodded his head. âMuch,â he answered.Â
âIs there anything else youâd like to admit?â he asked with a raised brow. âNo, I think thatâs it,â you said. âI would say I have a stash of your sweatshirts but I think we both knew that already,â you said and he just smiled over at you. âI donât think Iâve seen you wear a single thing from your own closet since we first started dating. That was years ago,â he said and you laughed. âThatâs not true, I wear my own stuff,â you defended and he shook his head. âI donât think so,â he told you and you crossed your arms and looked out the window. âOh câmon babe, you know Iâm joking,â he said and placed a hand on your leg. âI think youâre making fun of me,â you huffed and kept your eyes on the window. âIâm not making fun of you, I think itâs adorable, câmon,â he said and unfurled your arms to tangle his hand with yours. âPromise?â you asked and he held back a laugh. âI promise,â he told you and so you slowly looked back over at him. His eyes were focused on the road and you couldnât help but smile at him.Â
âI think we should pull over,â you told him and he gave a quick confused glance. âAre you ok?â he asked and held your hand tighter. âYeah, Iâm fine, just wanna see something,â you said and so he pulled into and empty parking lot.Â
Putting the car in park he unbuckled and turned toward you to see you had done the same thing.Â
âCâmere,â you said and leaned forward bit. He leaned closer and you placed your hands on his cheeks. Looking at you with curiosity he smiled softly. âWhat are you doing?â he asked. âIâm looking,â you said and moved as close as possible, and he did the same thing.Â
You swept his hair away from his eyes so you could look into them better. âYour eyes remind me of the ocean,â you said softly and let your thumb run under his eye. You could feel his face warm up and it made you smile. âLike royal blue sapphires, almost crystalline when the light hits them,â you explained softly as you kept your eye contact with him.Â
âCrystalline?â he asked with a raised brow. âYeah, crystalline, sharp and clear like crystals,â you said and rested your forehead against his. His hand reached up to hold the back of your neck, gently griping and lightly tugging strands of your hair as he pulled you in for a kiss. You let out a soft hum as his lips moved against yours. You shifted slightly in your seat so you could get the slightest bit closer. His hand slipped down to cup your jaw tilting your head to the right and then you felt his fingers glide down to place a firm but gentle grip on your throat. The cold feeling of his rings made you shudder and he smiled into the kiss.Â
âYouâre so pretty baby,â he whispered against your lips. He could feel your soft breathing, you said nothing as you felt his thumb stroke the column of your throat. You moved one hand from his face to grasp his hand and slowly pull it from your neck to place a kiss on his palm as if accepting his compliment.Â
You opened your eyes slowly to see him already looking at you. You smiled softly and tangled your fingers with his.
âTake me home?âÂ
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Youâre Beautiful Baby - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (18+)
Summary: Steve comes over to take reader on a date but they get a little side tracked.
Word Count: 2153
Warnings: smut (18+ please), swearing
A/n: I felt bad for the Steve angst I wrote so had to even it out with this and it ended up being way longer than I expected so please enjoy!
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"Come on" she mutters, one hand gripping the towel the other trying to get a top from her closet. Steve was due to be over any minute and here she was still in a towel undecided on what to wear. "Piece of shit" she grumbles letting go of the towel with her other hand as she tries to wrestle against the hangers which somehow seem to have gotten entangled.Â
Maybe her mom was right, maybe she did have too many clothes. Although getting rid of some was a problem for another day because she really needed to get dressed. A few seconds later she had managed to untangle the hangers and pulled the top out of the closet triumphantly but all the movement seemed to be too much as the towel had somehow managed to work itself loose and was slipping from her body. Throwing the top haphazardly in the direction of her desk chair she scrambled for the towel only for it to slip through her fingers landing in a pile at her feet.Â
Groaning in frustration she reached for the towel, picking it up and quickly securing it around her body. Only seconds later she felt a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into their body. Surprised by the unexpected touch, she wriggled around desperately trying to get out of their grasp.
"Relax baby, it's just me"
Steve.
Her body stilled, as she relaxed against him although her heart was still beating rapidly in her chest. Moving to turn, Steve loosened his grip on her so that she could, however she kept a tight grip on the towel so it didn't drop again.
"You scared me idiot" she complains, pushing against his chest with her free hand but he just laughs, tightening his hold on her. "Wait how long have you been here" she panics but she knows that he saw everything.
"You really want me to answer" he teases and she buries her face against his chest with a groan. "Hey no complaints, you're beautiful baby" he smiles, gently guiding her face from his chest so that she looks up at him with an adorable blush adorning her cheeks.
"You're my boyfriend so you have to say that" she grumbles with a shake of her head, not believing a word he says.Â
"I only speak the truth, that's my job as your boyfriend to tell you the truth" he reasons, a smile still on his face as he reaches to brush a couple of stray hairs out of her face.
"I don't know, I think you're biased because you love me" she teases, leaning into his touch. Butterflies swirling in her stomach as her eyes flutter closed when he leans in close, lips gently sliding against each other as she moves closer to him or he pulls her closer, she's not sure which just that his front is now pressing against her, enveloping her in his warmth yet goosebumps still prickle along the skin on her arms. She's breathless when he pulls away and the way he's looking at her has her breath catching in her throat.
"I may be biased but I know I'm not the only one that thinks you're beautiful, do you know how many guys stare at you when we go out?" he asks.
Truth is she never pays attention to other guys when they go out, doesn't feel the need to because she has Steve so why would she need anyone else. It's sappy, she knows it is but it's how he makes her feel.
Taking her silence as a no, Steve carries on, "everyone, that's why I always have an arm around you or holding your hand or kissing you, to let them know I'm the lucky one that you chose to love" he says as if it's obvious.
She says his name softly, eyes glassy from his confession as she looks up at him. "I'm serious baby, I don't think I ever realised what love was until I met you" he confesses.
Her heart flutters in her chest, never did she ever think she would get to feel like this, so loved by someone that she felt like she could burst. She had no words to describe how much she loved him, no words to follow such a heartfelt confession and she could see he was starting to panic at her lack of words, worried that he'd revealed too much. So she did the only thing that she could think of and that was to kiss him, her hands sliding up into his hair and she knew he'd be complaining about it if it wasn't for her lips locked against his as she tried to pour every ounce of love she felt for him into that one kiss.
She was dizzy with the feel of him as she pulled away, feeling the towel begin to slip again. Her hand clasped tightly around the top to stop it falling and she couldn't stop the giggles falling from her lips as she remembered why it was she was getting ready. "I think we've missed the movie"
"That's what you're thinking about right now?" He asks, disbelief written across his face as he steps back dramatically clutching his chest, "I've just poured my heart out, we kissed like you wanted me to take you to bed and now you're thinking about the movie. How does your mind work?"
She shrugged as she smiled over at him, "No idea but you love it" she teases with a laugh which he joins in with, coming back towards her and leaning down to kiss her again, just a quick peck on the lips this time. She tries to chase his lips as he pulls away but his hands on her waist hold her firmly in place.
"I don't know how much more of you standing here in nothing but a towel and wanting to kiss me I can take" he admits, hands squeezing her waist. Love confessions over the thought of her naked body was starting to get to him and he didn't want to do anything without her consent.
His eyes widening as her hands started playing with the top of the towel, "well you know seeing as I made us miss the movie how about I make it up to you then" she teases, the self conscious feeling she had earlier nowhere to be felt as she let go of the towel letting it fall. She didn't think that Steve's eyes could get any wider than they were but somehow they did and it made her giggle as she stepped towards him reaching for his hands and placing them on her body, an invitation for him to touch her.
"I love you" he chuckles, hands exploring every dip and curve of her body making her keen under his touch. His hands trailing down to her thighs, sliding between them and rubbing the skin there, "I love you" he says again, finally drawing her into another kiss.
A kiss that slowly grows more heated the longer it goes on but she guesses that it could be because Steve's fingers have found her clit, rubbing gentle circles over it as he kisses her. Her hands cling to the front of his shirt in an effort to keep herself upright as the feeling between her legs grows, making her legs shake. Steve notices, he always does, can always sense every little change in her body language. Pulling away from the kiss and moving her until heâs got her lying on her back on the bed, he steps back pulling his own shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere in the room that heâll worry about later.
âLook at you baby, so pretty laid out for meâ Steve praises, still standing back from the bed admiring her. Under his gaze she could feel the self-conscious feeling begin to creep its way back into her mind, despite his words and when she moved her arms to try and cover up, Steve was there, hands firmly but gently holding her wrists and stopping her from moving. âDonâtâ his voice was quiet but stern and only when she stopped trying did he let go of her.
âSo. Beautiful. Babyâ he mused, each word punctuated by a kiss, one on each cheek before he found her lips again and kissed her. Moaning into the kiss, she bucked her hips up into his, she couldnât help it, his fingers had left her needing him more than she thought and all these kisses though she loved them were not what she needed. She needed his cock.
âSteve please need, need youâ she whined, turning her head to evade his kisses so that she could speak. He pulled back just enough to she the pleading look in her eyes and that was all it took for him to struggle out of his jeans and boxers, kicking them off until they joined his shirt on the floor.
Climbing back on the bed, he positioned himself between her legs, hand on his cock gently running the head of it over her clit. He savoured the moan that left her lips, the way her body shivered at the contact and how her hands grasped the bed sheets. âYou ready babyâ he asked softly, waiting for her consent before slowly pushing into her.
He watched her face the whole time ready to stop at any sign of discomfort she showed but none came and he released a shaky breath once he was fully inside, her walls warm and tight around him. He stilled letting her get used to the stretch and to give himself the chance to calm down, heâd been turned on since he walked into the room and watched her towel fall revealing her naked body to him and the kisses and moans that sheâd made after that had only made him more desperate for her.
âSteve please, need you toâ she pleaded, arms coming up to wrap around his neck to pull him in closer to her and he didnât waste another second, rocking his hips back and slowly pushing back into her. Damn it felt so good, the slow rock of his hips pushing his cock further into her with each thrust. She knew soon that it would be too much, she was too worked up and when Steve moved a hand to rub her clit again, it was game over. She was going to cum sooner than sheâd thought as the pleasure became too much, washing over her in waves and all she could do was moan at the feeling as she clung to Steveâs body as he worked her through it. Soft praises whispered into her ear as he carried on rocking his hips into her now focused on finding his own pleasure.Â
She was tired but wanted to help him feel as good as he had made her feel, she strained to lift her head so that she could bury her face in the crook of his neck, her lips finding place on his skin, kissing and nipping at his neck.
âShit gonna cumâ he mumbled, hips buckling forward one last time as he came. Her name falling from his lips in a moan, joined by his heavy breathing as she gently ran her hands through his hair.
They stayed like that for a couple of minutes in the silence of the room, the only sounds being their breathing as they both came down from their highs. Steve was the first to move, gently pulling out and rolling over onto the bed next to her, âWas definitely better than a movieâ he chuckled, turning his head and seeing a matching smile on her face.
Humming in agreement, âIâll have to drop my towel in front of you more often if that's what it gets meâ she jokes, a yawn following her words.
âLetâs get you cleaned up and then you can have a nap, yeahâ Steve phrases it as a question but she knows that it's more of a statement, not that she argues anyway because at the moment nothing sounds better than that.
Steve stands from the bed finding her towel from earlier and gently cleaning her up before he finds some underwear and pyjamas for her in her drawers and helps her into them. He then pulls on his own boxers and shirt, leaving his jeans over her chair before climbing back onto the bed with her and letting her cuddle into his side as he wraps an arm around her.
âSleep well babyâ he whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he watches her eyes slip shut and her breathing slow as she falls asleep. Itâs not long before heâs following her, his spent energy and the warmth of her body lulling him into a peaceful sleep.
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The world has changed. You were naive to how much it had changed until your safe life crumbles around you. Now youâre faced with a decision that might save your life⌠or condemn you forever (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader x Steve Rogers - 19000 words - angst/dark!fic/smut/fluff)
Gentle Nudges (Oneshot)
They just needed a little push in the right direction, thatâs all (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - 7970 words - smut/fluff)
After Hours (Oneshot)
Youâre a thrillseeker, and sometimes, you have to take a gamble with a bottle of scotch and two hot strangers (Dean Winchester x fem!reader x Sam Winchester - 2893 words - smut)
Another Year Of Us (Oneshot)
Itâs date night, and theyâre keeping everything under wraps (Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes - 2746 words - fluff)
Bound In Darkness (Oneshot)
You run an errand for your boss, only to find out that itâs much, much more (Priest!Otherworldly!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - 4456 words - smut)
Please... (Oneshot)
Some things are more fun when they get out of hand (Billy Butcher x fem!reader x John Winchester - 2153 words - smut)
A Lifetime Ahead and A Lifetime Later (Two Parter)
They planned for a life together, but things don't always work out (Alpha!Soldier Boy/Ben x fem!Omega!supe!reader - 4700 words - angst/A/B/O/smut/fluff)
Daddy's Home (Oneshot)
He comes home in the dead of night and canât resist you (John Winchester x fem!reader - 1825 words - smut)
The Fine Print (Oneshot)
What if you could actually live out your fantasies? (Demon!Dean Winchester x fem!reader x Spike (BTVS) - 2109 words - smut)
Room Service (Oneshot)
Youâre used to dealing with your own problems, but this isnât something thatâs going to go away without help (Billy Butcher x fem!reader - 3145 words - fluff/angst/smut)
Winner Takes All (Oneshot)
Sequel to âFriendly Competitionâ; The filth continues back in Johnâs hotel room (John Winchester x fem!reader x Billy Butcher - 2643 words - smut)
In The Air Tonight (Oneshot)
You know what they say about sex when camping - itâs intense ba dum hiss (Dean Winchester x fem!reader - 4479 words - fluff/smut)
Running On Empty (Oneshot)
You had sexy intentions⌠they donât quite pan out (Sam Winchester x fem!reader - 1267 words - fluff/smut)
Friendly Competition (Oneshot)
The Boys/SPN Crossover. Set pre-S1 of The Boys and inspired by the recent posters for S4. AU where John hunts rogue supes. When recruited for a case, he meets Y/N and her on-off lover, and a night of celebratory drinking turns dirty (John Winchester x fem!reader x Billy Butcher - 4337 words - smut)
Six Thousand Miles (And A Whole Ton Of Questions)Â (Oneshot)
What are the chances of seeing him again, six thousand miles from home and fifteen years since she last laid eyes on him? Probably less likely than being stalked by a werewolf (Sam Winchester x fem!reader - 6339 words - fluff/angst/smut)
Can't Let It Lie (Oneshot)
An attempt to comfort you takes an unexpected direction (Dean Winchester x fem!reader x Sam Winchester - 2382 words - smut/fluff)
Coincidental Wishes (Oneshot)
Wishing wells arenât actually real though, right? (Bucky Barnes x fem!plus size!reader, alternate!Bucky x fem!plus size!reader - 4802 words - fluff/angst/smut)
Promise Kept (Oneshot)
Sequel to âIn A Dive Barâ set eighteen months later. Sheâs tried to move on, but heâs still in her head (Spike x fem!Slayer!reader - 1856 words - angst/fluff/smut)
Waiting Up (Oneshot)
He always seems to know exactly what you want (Billy Butcher x fem!reader - 2019 words - smut)
Detour Into Destiny (Oneshot)
Sheâs been dreading this wedding for months. Maybe fate can lend a hand (Alpha!Sam Winchester x fem!Omega!reader x Alpha!Dean Winchester - 8735 words - A/B/O/fluff/angst/smut)
Just A Taste (Oneshot)
Your guilty little pleasure is rumbled, but it doesnât turn out as badly as you expect (Sam Winchester x fem!reader - 3035 words - fluff/smut)
A Little While Longer (Oneshot)
She is more than ready to make the change, but heâs reluctant to give her what she wants (Vampire!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - 1752 words - fluff/smut)
Starved (Oneshot)
Sheâs feeling much better, thereâs just one thing she needs⌠(Geralt Of Rivia x fem!reader - 1492 words - fluff/smut)
Doppelganger (Oneshot)
You take a break from constant work to remind yourself what youâre fighting for, and end up reminding yourself of what you might regret (HunterCorp!Sam Winchester x fem!plus-size!reader - 5098 words - smut/fluff/slight angst)
Take Charge (Oneshot)
You want to try something new, and your Alpha is more than willing to let you (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!fem!reader - 1517 words - smut/A/B/O/fluff)
Haunted (Oneshot)
Set immediately post-Civil War. Bucky canât leave the Siberian facility without seeing if sheâs still there (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - 4655 words - angst/fluff/dark fic/smut)
At The End Of The Line (Oneshot)
You werenât expecting your trip to be so eventful so soon (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - 2428 words - fluff/smut)
No More Wasting Time (Oneshot)
Sometimes, you just have to go for it (Clark Kent x fem!reader - 4555 words - fluff/smut)
Loaner (Oneshot)
Your car has been in the shop for days⌠thatâs not a bad thing. Not when the mechanic looks like that (Mechanic!Sam Winchester x fem!reader - 3362 words - fluff/smut)
Destiny's Quest (Oneshot)
You strike an unusual bargain, then fulfill it in an unusual way (dragon!John Winchester x fem!reader - 6870 words - fluff/smut)
Little Rabbit (Oneshot)
No oneâs ever actually seen anything in the woods. No oneâs dumb enough to go in there. But what if itâs the only escape? (Alpha!Werewolf!Bucky x fem!plus-size!reader - 8917 words - angst/smut/fluff)
The Little Things (Oneshot)
A traumatic encounter with doppelgangers leaves you unable to face the two men you love most (Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Omega!reader x Alpha!Sam Winchester - 5112 words - angst/fluff/smut/comfort)
The Lake (Oneshot)
Sheâs never had much reason to interact with humans beyond protecting her home, but this human is different from any other sheâs met (Sam Winchester x nymph!fem!reader - 5236 words - fluff/angst)
Pink (Oneshot)
Sometimes there are consequences. Hilarious consequences (Dean Winchester x fem!reader - 1438 words - smut)
Rumble Of Ecstasy (Oneshot)
A chance encounter leads to a night you wonât soon forget (JDM x fem!reader - 4070 words - fluff/smut)
I Got You (Under My Skin)Â (Oneshot)
She knows her time with them is limited, because theyâre Alphas, and they need the one thing a Beta canât give them (Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x fem!reader - 6173 words - angst/fluff/smut)
All Of You (Oneshot)
Sometimes, you just need a little reassurance (Sam Winchester x fem!plus-size!reader - 3257 words - angst/fluff/smut)
In A Dive Bar (Oneshot)
Y/N forges a connection with a certain vampire while she tends bar in a demon-friendly establishment (Spike x fem!reader - 4560 words - smut/fluff/angst)
Subtle Paw-suasion (Oneshot)
You receive your first unexpected guest not long after moving into a new neighborhood (Bucky Barnes x fem!plus-size!reader feat. Alpine the cat - 2723 words - fluff)
At The Car Wash (Oneshot)
Youâre a photographer for a local newspaper, assigned to cover a charity event at the town firehouse, and it leads to a night you wonât soon forget (Sam Winchester x fem!reader x Dean Winchester x John Winchester - 6105 words - smut)
Anti-Social (Oneshot)
He always needs encouragement to be social, and it usually always ends the same way (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - 2986 words - smut/fluff)
Air Tight (Oneshot)
He likes pushing your boundaries (Negan x fem!reader - 3456 words - smut)
Not Just Anyone (Oneshot)
Bucky thinks he has the situation handled until word makes it way back to you, and he finds himself having to explain (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!plus-size!mutant!fem!reader - 3460 words - angst/fluff)
Silver And Gold (Ongoing Series on Hiatus)
Her quest is to sail halfway around the world, find the Pearl of Creation, and save her sister. But no journey is complete without a little self-discovery. And pirates. (Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester x reader - 25k words and counting)
Halloween Celebration Masterlist*
31 days, 31 fics, a Patreon exclusive (you won't be able to read these anywhere else!). Warnings apply to individual drabbles, characters as voted by Patrons. Patreon Exclusive.
Unbroken (Complete*)
Summary: S.H.I.E.L.D has fallen. Y/N is confronted with a sudden change in her life and no control (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!reader - 15k words) Patreon Exclusive.
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A Wonderful Dream
Relationships: Aragorn, Merry, Pippin & fem!reader
Rating: G
Warnings:Â vague mentions of injuries
Word count: 2153
Authorâs Note: This is a comfort fic requested by the wonderful @rowandor. Itâs my first time writing about Aragorn, Merry and Pippin, so Iâm quite nervous about it. Thank you for your patience, @rowandor, get well soon! Sending you lots of hugs! đđđ
Something tickled your nose. You frowned.
Someone chucked nearby.Â
The sound made you slowly drift towards consciousness, but you wanted to get back to sleep. Itâd been one of the first nights that you managed to sleep through peacefully after your surgery. You felt pleasantly rested, but you wanted more. Youâd been dreaming the most wonderful dream you had in a long while. It was full of joy, warmth and affection, happiness and laughter, the sun was shining on your face, and you were pretty sure there were rainbows involved, too. This amazing dream felt so real, and you remembered it all. You dreamed about⌠about...
Something tickled your nose again.
You growled and waved your hand blindly. The tickling stopped. Good. You wrapped yourself tighter in your cozy, warm quilt and proceeded to return to your beautiful dream.
And then something tickled your nose again.
You sneezed.
Someone, no, scratch that, two someones burst into laughter. Ha, ha, very funny, you thought.
Wait, what?
You opened your eyes. You blinked twice. It couldnât be true, could it? Sitting up, you grabbed your glasses from the bed table and put them on. Your eyes didnât deceive you. There were two hobbit culprits in front of you. And they were rolling with laughter on the floor of your own, private room. At your home. In your town. Not in Shire.
âYou two?! What are you doing here?!â
âItâs been a while since youâve visited us in Middle Earth so I decided that we needed to pay you a visit in your own world!â exclaimed Culprit No 1, the one with light brown, curly hair, none other than the Honourable Meriadoc Brandybuck.
âHey, that was my idea! Weâve been bored to tears without you and wanted to know how youâre doing,â protested the golden-haired Culprit No 2, also known as Master Peregrin Took, and smiled, spreading his arms wide. âSurprise!â
At that moment, both of them jumped on your bed and soon you were all an uncoordinated bunch of limbs (some of them quite furry), hugging and laughing. Mischievous hobbits or not, you knew that Pippin and Merry were very thoughtful friends. Their embraces were careful, both were clearly mindful of your body recovering from the surgery, but they didnât ask too many nosy questions, knowing that youâd share the details with them when you feel like it.
Pippin has just finished telling you about yet another prank he and Merry pulled off on Farmer Maggot in order to get to his prized pumpkin patch and you were chuckling again. But as much as you loved the surprise, your thoughts kept drifting towards that wonderful, sweet dream youâve just had, a dream that was slowly disappearing from your mind.
âI guess thereâs no chance youâll let me get back to sleep?â you winked at your friends.
âItâs almost noon!â said Pippin.
âBesides weâd really love to see how that big painting with moving pictures you call a tee-vee works!â Merry looked at you hopefully.
You looked at the two hobbit faces, both of them grinning innocently, of course. You knew how curious they were and you hoped that they hadnât already started experimenting with the wonders of modern technology at your home. What if they were to discover the Internet... You stifled a chuckle, and then your gaze fell on their garments. Instead of the traditional hobbit shirts and matching vests, they wore⌠your t-shirts. Gasp. Seriously? How on earth did they manage to get to that box with old clothes you decided to keep for, uh, well, sentimental reasons?
âWhy are you wearing these?!â you demanded.
âErrm⌠Laundry day?â smiled Pippin, currently wearing your old âFriendship Is Magicâ t-shirt with Pinkie Pie and lots of glitter. Hey, donât judge! Sheâs adorable! And Pippin looked just as adorable as the pink pony. Â
âWe thought weâd fit in your world better if we wore some of your clothes,â explained Merry, puffing up his chest. The t-shirt of his choice was black, with an enormous stylized logo of the neo-pagan band Heilung printed in front. You got it from a friend a while ago, but you didnât have a chance to wear it too often for some reason. Merry, on the other hand, looked as if it was tailored especially for him. A bit of eyeliner and black nail polish and he could have rocked the âhello darkness, my old friendâ look. Who would have thought heâd look so badass in that t-shirt?
You sniggered and were about to say something when you noticed a long feather one of them held in his hand. Your nose felt ticklish again.
âPippin! It was you!â
âWhat? Noooo, I donât know what youâre talking about!â Pippin hid the incriminating object behind his back, but it was too late.
âI told you, youâve overdone it this time!â his companion chuckled.
âAnd you, Merry, you better stop laughing! You interrupted an awesome dream I had!â you tried to put the most serious frown on your face, and failed, seeing the mischievous looks on their faces.
That was when someone knocked on the door.
âWho is that?â you whispered to Merry who exchanged a nervous look with his cousin.
âI canât believe it,â Pippin muttered, jumping off the bed and running towards the door. âHe followed us after all. He was supposed to stay!â
âWho???â you repeated.
âGood morning,â you heard a familiar voice through the door. This time it definitely wasnât a hobbit.Â
âYou came here with him?!â you asked.
âWell⌠When Gandalf sent us off to you, he sort of... mentioned⌠that we needed someone who knows how to behave! As if we werenât able to take care of ourselves!â Merry explained. âAnd then the orcs cameâŚâ âOrcs?â you gasped.
The knocking repeated.
âWe told him that we would be perfectly fine, but he wouldnât listen!â Pippin sighed and opened the door. A tall silhouette in a dark traveling cloak stood in the hallway.
âCome in, Aragorn!â you invited the third guest. The Ranger of the North took a step into your room, resting heavily on a long spear. âIt is good to see you again, Mellon nĂŽn,â he lowered his head in a greeting, placing his hand over his heart.
âA star shines on the hour of our meeting,â you repeated the words he taught you in Rivendell once and you were rewarded with a small smile. Only then you noticed the strained lines on his face and the paleness of his skin. âWhat happened, Aragorn? Are you unwell?â âDo not worry, it is nothing,â you saw how white his knuckles were against the shaft of the spear.
Merry leaned towards you and whispered, âWeâve met some nasty orcs on the way to the portal that led us here, and he took them out single-handedly. We told him to stay, but...â
âThat decision was not yours to make, Master Meriadoc,â Aragorn interjected. The DĂşnedain and their keen hearing. Merry looked at you sheepishly.
âPlease, sit down, get some rest,â you addressed the ranger, gesturing at the couch by the window and then tried to get up from the bed, but a sudden wave of dizziness overcame you. You sat back down and rested your back against the pillows, closing your eyes for a moment. Ah yes, the doctors said something about taking it easy for now. The problem was, you wanted to have some fun with your friends now, when you finally met again!
âIt looks like someone else needs the rest, too,â Pippin spoke under his breath. A grunt came from the opposite side of the room. When you opened your eyes, you saw Aragorn reaching the couch with a heavy limp and lowering himself on it. He stretched one of his legs on the couch before him; it was wrapped in a long piece of cloth.
âAragorn, youâre injured! We need to clean your wound!â you placed your hand over your mouth. What if it was infected? What if he needed stitches? What if there was bleeding?
âI have already taken care of it. It will need to be dressed later, but I have some athelas with me,â the ranger patted a leather pouch by his belt. âBut I see you are recovering from a battle wound yourself?â
âWell, it wasnât a battle with orcs,â you searched for the right words.
âEach of us has their own battles to fight, not necessarily against orcs. It doesnât make them any less meaningful,â he spoke, the warm gaze of his grey eyes meeting yours.
âTell me, were our dear friends bothering you?â he added after a pause.Â
Judging by the look on their faces, the aforementioned friends were desperately trying to become invisible.
âWe were just making sure she slept well!â exclaimed Merry indignantly and started puffing up your pillows. You huffed, realizing that the last wisps of that wonderful dream you had were disappearing into thin air. âExactly! We were just about to bring you a warm blanket, werenât we?â Pippin looked at you pleadingly.
âHow about you bring us some breakfast instead?â the Ranger of the North said. Your stomach agreed with him, emitting a growl. âIsnât it supposed to be the second breakfast?â the younger hobbit protested.
âSecond breakfast? Pippin, itâs time for elevenses!â groaned Merry. âForgive him, my lady,â he made a theatrical bow towards you, âHeâs hallucinating from hunger!â
âWe canât have it, can we?â you chuckled.
âLeave the preparations to us, we will whip up a proper hobbit meal in no time!â Merry reassured you. You couldnât say no to an offer like that, could you?
Luckily for you, the kitchen was not far from your room so you could oversee the hobbitsâ brave efforts in finding the food and give them a crash course in the use of modern kitchen appliances without moving from your bed.
âHave you slept well, Mellon nĂŽn?â Aragorn turned to you with a lively glint in his eyes.
âActually, I have. And I had a wonderful dreamâŚâ
âMay I ask what it was about?â
âI wish I could remember. I only know it made me very happy,â you admitted.
âThen I am sure that this happiness will find its way back to you again,â the ranger smiled at you warmly.
A loud noise came from the kitchen, along with a very nasty hobbit swearword. Hastily you got up from the bed, swaying slightly.
âYou are not thinking about interrupting your convalescence for the sake of scolding the hobbits, are you, Tithenlach?â Aragornâs words stopped you mid-step. Tithenlach. Little Fire. The nickname you earned during your first visit to Middle Earth due to your inexhaustible energy, ever-present curiosity and lust for life.
âBut they are demolishing my kitchen!â your fiery temper rose.
âThey will manage. Besides, you shouldnât stand in the way between a hobbit and food.â
A giggle escaped you.
âIt is a serious matter! Even I, a seasoned ranger, would not dare to disturb them now,â a small smile appeared on Aragornâs face. âYou need to regain your strength, Tithenlach, so that you can burn even brighter than before. And Iâd appreciate your company, too. Traveling with these two hobbits may sometimes be a challenge.â
You slumped back on the bed. âYouâre probably right. I have, however, one condition.â
âAnd what is it?â he tilted his head.
âSince weâre stuck here together, Iâd like to hear the stories of your life as a ranger. Iâve always wanted to know how you become one.â
âIt can be arranged, but I have to warn you, there are quite a few of them,â he agreed.
âItâs not as if we are going anywhere, are we?â you retorted, wrapping your quilt around you one more time.Â
Soon, Aragorn was spinning one of his tales, telling you about the plains of Dunland, of the beauty of the Blue Mountains in the moonlight, and of a hidden waterfall he once found in Rivendell. He was a great storyteller and time passed quickly when you listened to him. You barely registered when Pippin and Merry reappeared, balancing uncountable trays and covering every surface of your room with delicious food. Fried tomatoes. Scrambled eggs. Bacon. Muffins. Butter. Strawberry jam. And a huge pot of aromatic tea that made you think of lazy afternoons in Shire.
Surrounded by your friends, completely relaxed, enjoying the feeling of your stomach being pleasantly full, you realized that you have completely forgotten about that wonderful dream you had in the night. You shrugged. It looked like you had quite a great time ahead of you with your unexpected guests from Middle Earth. Who needed dreams when reality was much more entertaining?
(Oh, and by the way, Hobbits 1 : Electric Kettle 0. Not a good combination. And it would be best to keep them away from the washing machine, too. Why oh why did you have to explain the spin cycle to Pippin?)
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* Mellon nĂŽn (Sindarin) - my friend
* Tithenlach (Sindarin) - Little Fire (Also, my Sindarin is non-existent, so any errors here are totally my fault!)
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Strange things can happen
Chapter 14 summary:Â Ragnar makes an offer.
Canon divergent, everybody lives, arranged marriage AU after 4x14. Read this chapter on Ao3.
Previous chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12]Â [13]
On Ao3: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12]Â [13]
Pairings: Ivar x OC, Ivar vs. basically everyone
Warnings: None
Word count: 2153
Tagged: @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927 @nukyster-blog @bae-roman @adhdnightmare @danisnotsosecret (if you would like to be tagged, let me know)
Notes:Â This weekâs chapter is out a little early, BUT I have at last officially fallen behind, so no post for next week. Sorry for the delay, but we are actually closing in on the end here...probably going to end up around 17-18ish chapters total.
CHAPTER 14: A reasonable proposition
Under any other circumstance, Ivar would have been thrilled to be reunited with his father and Ubbe. But from one look at their faces as Aethelwulf hastily ushered them into King Ecbertâs study, it was painfully clear why they had come. As all eyes turned in his direction, it was also obvious that he was in a considerable amount of trouble.
âKing Ecbert,â Ragnar acknowledged first with a nod. Then he turned to look at him. âIvar,â he said in a tone that made his blood run cold. Â
âFather,â Ivar answered, trying to keep his voice from wavering. He could feel himself shrinking under his gaze.Â
Ragnar put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed hard enough to make him flinch. âWas there something you forgot to tell me about, boy?â he asked in Norse in a deceptively pleasant tone. âSomething important with regards to your marriage?â
He looked away as shame flooded through him once again. Ragnar let out a humorless laugh and slapped him on the back. âIâll have words with you later,â his father murmured in his ear. âThere will be plenty of time for us to talk on the trip back to Kattegat.â
With that, Ragnar turned away to talk to Ecbert, and Ubbe stepped forward with a guilty look on his face. It was obvious what he had done.
âTraitor,â Ivar muttered before his brother could speak, smacking away his hand as he attempted to ruffle his hair. âFuck you.â
Ubbe looked momentarily wounded, but then he leaned down to speak in Ivarâs ear. âIâm here to help get you out of this mess, you idiot,â he said quietly. âJust go along with what we tell you to do and weâll all get out of this alive and you can go home.â
âEverything was going fine until you showed up,â Ivar snapped, even though that hadnât exactly been the case for the past forty eight hours or so.
Ubbe scoffed at him and shook his head in disbelief. âWhat did I just say? Donât be stupid. Father and I will sort this out.â Ivar rolled his eyes, but Ubbe was not done. âReally, Ivar? You didnât tell Father before the marriage?â
âShut up,â Ivar said through gritted teeth. âLooks like you were happy to tell him, though.â
âI had no choice!â
âI had no choice!â Ivar repeated in a mocking imitation. He leaned forward. âWhy are you here anyway? You didnât have to come with Father.â Then it dawned on him. âUnlessâŚâ
Now Ubbe looked especially uncomfortable. He took a step back, but not far enough to put himself beyond Ivarâs reach. Ivar immediately launched himself at Ubbe, sending both of them and the chair clattering to the floor. He managed to get in a couple good punches before Ragnar swooped in and dragged him off, smacking his head against the edge of the table with such force that he saw stars.
He gazed up at his father in a daze as Ubbe got up and brushed himself off, rubbing his jaw where Ivar had hit him. To the side, he briefly registered Ecbert and Aethelwulf staring at him with their mouths wide open before Ragnar grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in close enough for Ivar to feel the heat of his breath.
âControl yourself, or Iâll make you wish youâd never been born,â Ragnar snarled. Without loosening his grip on Ivar, he looked over his shoulder at Ecbert and smiled. âKing Ecbert, we have important matters to discuss, and my son Ivar is very tired. Perhaps he can take some rest in his room while we talk. He may rejoin us once he is capable of behaving himself.â
âA good plan,â Ecbert said, and motioned for the guards to come forward.
Ivar nearly blacked out as Ragnar relinquished his grip and gave him over to the guards, who draped his arms over his shoulders and pulled him into a standing position. âFather, wait, I can explainââ he pleaded, but they were already hauling him out to the hallway and back to his room with his feet dragging uselessly across the floor.Â
The room was empty and dark. The guards dropped Ivar on the bed and walked out without a word, shutting the door firmly behind them. He heard the click of the key turning in the lock and his heart suddenly filled with despair. He would be sent back to Kattegat in disgrace and he would never see Aldreda again. She would marry Ubbe in his place and forget all about him. Somehow the thought of that hurt more than anything.
He knew he should be angry with her. She had told Ecbert his secret, after all, and he wasnât about to forgive her for that. It was a betrayal, pure and simple, and at any rate, forgiveness was something Christians did. He should be furious.
He found he didnât want to be angry with her.
Ivar sat back on the bed and exhaled slowly. He was used to being angry about all sorts of things, of course. That was the way he had always been, ever since he was a small child. It had never occurred to him that he didnât have to be. The thought was oddly liberating. He felt the sudden urge to tell Aldreda about his revelation, until he remembered she probably didnât want to talk to him.
He flopped on his back with a groan and stared at the ceiling. Ubbe was rightâhe was an idiot, though not for the reasons his brother supposed him to be. He really had made a mess of things with Aldreda. At this stage, it was hard to see a way to fix it, especially with his father now breathing down his neck along with everyone else. For the first time in weeks, he felt unbearably alone. He didnât want to cry again as he had in front of Aldreda after she told him she asked for the annulmentâhe was a man, and men were supposed to be stronger than that. But if nobody was around to witness it, then maybe it was all right.
In the fading evening light, he curled up on his side and wept until he fell asleep.
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With his wayward son momentarily dealt with, Ragnar settled in at the table with Ecbert, Aethelwulf, and Ubbe. The journey to Wessex had been full of bad weather and various mishaps, and they were fortunate to have arrived intact, if a little worse for wear. He glanced briefly at Ubbe, who was gazing around Ecbertâs study with his mouth hanging open slightly, and he cuffed him on the back of the head. âDonât gawk,â he muttered. âPay attention.â
Ubbe rubbed his head. âYou know I donât understand English, Father,â he said reproachfully.
âPay attention anyway.â Ragnar leaned back in his chair and turned his focus to the Saxons with a smile. âKing Ecbert. After I returned to Kattegat, certain information came to my attention about my son Ivar regarding his suitability for marriage to...toâŚâ by the gods, what was the girlâs name? ââyour granddaughter. Believe me, I proposed our agreement in good faith and had no intention to deceive you.â
Aethelwulf scoffed and turned to Ecbert, shaking his head. âMy lord, you cannot take this heathen at his word.â
âOh, canât I? If my friend and ally Ragnar Lothbrok truly meant to deceive us, then why would he return now? Anyway, this confirms what the boy told me.â Ecbert said. He looked back at Ragnar. âYour timing is fortuitous. Just this morning, my granddaughter came to me to request an annulment, citing Ivarâs, ah, difficulty. It is a most unfortunate situation for everyone. If the marriage cannot be consummated, then it must be dissolved so Aldreda can be free to marry another, and Ivar is free to...well, free to do other things. This, sadly, also has implications for our trade agreement.â
âOf course,â Ragnar answered. He gestured to Ubbe. âFortunately, my son Ubbe has a proposition. In order to maintain our agreement, Ubbe will marry your granddaughter and take Ivarâs place while Ivar returns with me to Kattegat. As you can see, Ubbe is handsome and in good health, and besides, he has many fine qualities.â
Aethelwulf raised an eyebrow. âForgive my skepticism, but what fine qualities might your son possess? Because I seem to recall being told something similar the last time around.â
âAh.â Ragnar scratched his head and regarded his son for a moment. âWell, I do not like to speak for him. In time, Ubbe will demonstrate to you his fine qualities. Of which he has many. I assure you.â
âNo doubt,â Aethelwulf answered coldly, but Ecbert was already nodding and looking Ubbe up and down in approval.Â
âI find this to be a reasonable proposition,â Ecbert said at last.
Aethelwulf turned and looked at him in dismay. âFather, surely you cannot agree to this so hastily,â he protested. âIvar and Aldreda have only been married for a little while, and though I understand your concerns, they are young and there is plenty of time for them to consummate the marriage. It would be less disruptive to simply wait, rather than rushing into things again.â
Ecbert let out a low chuckle. âWhy, and here I thought you despised the boy!â
Aethelwulf reddened. âI admit I did not approve of this marriage at the beginning. But I believe Ivar means to do right by my daughter, and it is only fair to give him and Aldreda that chance.â
âIvar attempted to run away,â Ecbert reminded him. âHe suborned a priest and stole your late wifeâs necklace in the process. This happened two nights ago.â
âWell, yes, butâŚâ
Ragnar stared at both of them. âIâm sorry, Ivar did what?â
Ecbert waved his hand. âOh, itâs a long story; Iâll tell you later. The boy was not harmed, I can assure you of that.â He stroked his beard thoughtfully for a moment. âBut to return to your proposal, I must say that Aethelwulf has a point. The circumstances that led to my granddaughterâs marriage to your son Ivar were very rushed. I blame myself for this. We were simply carried away by our shared enthusiasm, and this regrettable situation might have been avoided if we had been more deliberate. But now we have the chance to do things properly.â
Ragnar glanced at Ubbe, who was looking back and forth between Ecbert and Aethelwulf with a confused look on his face. âThey are agreeable for the most part; otherwise, weâd be sitting in chains in the dungeon right now,â he murmured in Norse to his son. He turned back to Ecbert and smiled. âYes. Everything shall be done properly,â he agreed. âSo long as it is done.â
Aethelwulf drummed his fingers on the table irritably. âI am still of the opinion that Aldreda and Ivar should have more time to work things out between them, but I know my opinion means little in this company. However, before things proceed further, I must insist that certain conditions be met.â
âReasonable conditions, my son,â Ecbert murmured. âWe are all reasonable men here.â
Aethelwulf glared at him. âEminently reasonable. My lord king.â He turned back to Ragnar and Ubbe. âFirst, if your son Ubbe is to marry Aldreda, she must find him an acceptable match. I do not wish to see her dragged unwillingly to the altar for the second time in less than two months. My other condition is that I require Ubbe to be baptized before the marriage can proceed.â
Ragnar looked at Ubbe and sighed. âHe says his daughter must agree to the match, and that he wishes for you to become a Christian,â he explained.
To his surprise, Ubbe shrugged. âThat is an understandable request,â he said. âTell them I am willing to do it.â
âYouâd renounce the gods?â Ragnar asked. âSome might call you a traitor. Youâll never be allowed to return to Kattegat.â
âWell, you were baptized before, werenât you? The gods havenât struck you down yet. Anyway, we must demonstrate to the Saxons that we are serious about the alliance.â
Ragnar gave a little sarcastic laugh. âAh, poor Ubbe. Sacrificing yourself in order to marry a princess.â
That earned him a look of irritation from his son. âJust tell them, Father. We came all this way for a reason. Letâs not throw this opportunity away.â
âAs you wish.â He turned to Ecbert and Aethelwulf. âMy son agrees.â
Aethelwulf stared at him in dismay. âHe...he agrees?â
The stunned look on Aethelwulfâs face almost made the entire trip worth it. Ragnar grinned. âWonderful. Now that weâve got that out of the way, perhaps you might introduce Ubbe to your daughter? Iâd like to discuss our trade agreement with my good friend and ally King Ecbert. There are a few details I wish to refineâŚâ
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Rain and Cocoa (Isara Mao x Reader)
Fandom: Ensemble Stars
Additional Character(s): Sakuma Ritsu
Genre: Fluff
Words count: 2153
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"I don't believe I forgot my umbrella in a time like this."
School was over minutes ago, but you were stuck between going home as soon as possible or staying a little bit to check for the weather. Some students were staying to practice for their performance or doing their club activities. But since you didn't join any club at the moment, you chose to go home and do your producer work. Even though maybe you would be stuck somewhere because of the pouring rain.
"Aren't you going home?"
You were too focused on your own world when someone tapped your shoulder, earning a high-pitched screeching from your mouth. When you turned your head to see who was disturbing you from your train of thoughts, your eyes met a pair of green orbs. Shock was reflecting in them, as the owner pulled their hand from your shoulder.
"Isara-kun?"
Isara Mao, the treasurer of the school council as well as a member of Trickstar. How could you forget his voice? After all, you helped his unit due to your job, as the producer, for several times. Even though it was harder to see him, because the two of you attended different classes.
"Only 'Mao' is alright, no need to be so formal with me." He grinned. "And sorry, I don't mean to scare you. I was just curious though, why haven't you gone home yet?"
Your shoulder slumped when hearing his question, "I was about to leave, but I'm afraid that the rain will pour soon."
"I can-- WAHH!" His words cut short when another boy plopped himself from Mao's behind. He clung to the poor boy's neck, while sending a questioning look towards you, "Ricchan, you shocked me!"
"Maa-kun, why are you running away like that?" The ravenet nuzzling his head like a cat would do to its owner, "let's just go home...."
Ritsu put his weight upon his best friend and it was clear that Mao struggled to stand on his feet while balancing himself, even though he didn't say it out loud.
"May I help you? I can bring your bags." You said.
"Ah, no pr--"
"Here." Without further notice, the younger Sakuma was half-throwing his bag towards your figure, while peeling Mao's bag off from its owner. Thankfully, he didn't fling the later bag just like before. Instead, he gave it to you, but almost dropped it in the process.
You could hear a sigh from Mao, "Sorry."
"It's okay! After all, I could still catch the bags." You showed him the additional bags that hung in your fist.
The red-violet haired boy shook his head slowly and you could see that he forced a grin to form on his face, "It's not the bags. I mean... sorry to trouble you."
"Don't sweat it! After all, I want to help you." You couldn't help but beamed a smile to ease the mess in his mind.
Smiles were exchanged between you two, as another voice interrupted the moment and reminded you about someone's existence.
"Maa-kun...."
"Ah, right. Sorry, Ricchan."
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The walk between you three was silent, moreover because Ritsu unwittingly dozed off on his best friend's back and you didn't have any topic to be discussed about. All you did was follow Mao and made sure that you could lend him a hand if he needed it.
"Ricchan, we're here."
You couldn't help but be stunned in silence as you realized how big Sakuma family's house was. Even a big house was an understatement and you thought that 'castle' was the right word to name the enormous building before your eyes.
The younger Sakuma just yawned, before muttering his best friend's and your name to an invitation to his house.
"Come on, let's get inside!" Mao called for you, while flashing his signature smile, "it's okay, I'm here."
A blush soon masked over your cheeks, as you realized that he saw you gaping. It wasn't your fault though, that you were amazed by the immensity of Ritsu's house.
When the three of you walked inside the building, you thought that you would be greeted by a line of maids with charming smiles. But the reality was the dimness and the lack of sunlight that filled the room. It couldn't help but to make you shiver due to the low temperature.
Mao just waltzed to a room without another thought, as if he knew the house like the back of his hand. Not wanting to be left behind, you scurried away and followed his trail.
After almost being lost, you arrived at another dim room filled with bed and some furniture like cupboards and shelves. Without questioning anything, you knew that it was Ritsu's room.
The red-violet haired boy put his friend down on the bed and tucked the blanket up his chest. He then motioned to put Ritsu's bag on one of the shelves, before bidding the ravenet a good night.
As Mao left the room, you complied with what he just asked you to do. But when you turned your heels to follow the Trickstar member, you could hear someone whispering to you, maybe.
"Good luck...."
Wait, what was that? Did that person really pray for your luck? For what? And it must not be Ritsu, right?
But, well... he was the only one in the room other than you, so... perhaps?
Just when you closed the door to Ritsu's bedroom, Mao heaved a sigh, "sorry. You've must reach your home by now."
You knew that he didn't like to weigh anyone down with additional tasks, noting how much he apologized to you until now. But you also knew that it wasn't a burden at all. After all, he always worked so hard and you want to do nothing other than supporting and helping him in any way you could.
"It's okay." Once again, you said those words while handing him his bag, "don't worry. I want to help, after all."
Silence engulfed the two of you after those lines rolled off your tongue. Neither you nor Mao knew what you should say, until the sound of downpour hitting the roof ringing in your ears.
And somehow it worsened the boy's mood.
"Don't say sorry." Before he could mutter anything, you stopped him in his tracks.
He seemed shocked, unable to grasp the fact that his green orbs told you everything.
"Heh." The sound of his laugh could be heard, "you know me so well."
"Of course! I've known you for months." You replied back by mimicking his grin as well.
He smiled softly, while whispering something into the thin air, "I think you don't know much about me."
"What?"
"Nothing!" Mao cracked a wide smile before leading you to the front door, "You should stay in my house until the rain stops."
He opened his compact umbrella and motioned you to join him under the shade. It wasn't big enough for two people, and if you stayed further, one of your shoulders would be drenched in no time. But....
"Sorry, but you must walk closer." He was the one who moved an inch towards you, until your shoulder bumped his upper arm. Another apology left his lips, but your mind was filled with his scent and warmth that it left no room for you to think straight.
The quiet walk soon ended when you arrived at a simpler house--at least if you compare it to Sakuma household's castle--much to your dismay. You thought that you should say something to cut down the awkwardness, before arriving at his home. And now that you had reached his place, the low courage, that prevented your brain from functioning, took control of your entire body.
The peacefulness you didn't hope for soon broke when you followed the red-violet haired boy inside and found a girl with the same hair color as him. She beamed at him, but his smile turned brighter even more when she saw you.
"Oh! Nii-chan, you bring your girlfriend home!" Her spirited voice was enough to paint your cheeks in beet red.
Mao's younger sister darted towards you in a curious manner and it was enough for the boy to pull you towards him.
"Stop it. She was just take a shelter until--"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." The younger girl stuck her tongue out, "anyway, nii-chan, mom and dad haven't gone home yet. But don't do anything inappropriate, okay?" She teased her brother, then left while giggling and ignoring Mao's annoyed expression.
He let out a tired sigh, "sorry about that. My sister likes to tease people and seems like I'm her favorite victim."
You couldn't help but laugh at their antics, "no problem." You said.
His lips turned upwards, as he led you to his room. He then took care of you first, before darting off to make a hot beverage.
While waiting for him, you wrapped yourself in a warm blanket he gave you and looked around his room. It was not too different from any boys' room you could imagine, with necessary furniture and posters of basketball players hung on some faces of the wall.
And it was when you finally noticed a moon-shaped plushie on the bed. It was yellow, but the color became pale due to its age. And a smiling face was adding a touch on one of its sides.
Just when Mao came back with two mugs of hot cocoa on a tray, you put it back but he caught it in the corner of his green eyes.
"Don't say sorry." He mimicked you while grinning, "it was Ritsu's, but he insisted on having it."
You hung your head low, felt bad because he discovered you picking up on his things. But the melodious laugh that escaped his lips somehow made your emotional state better.
"It's okay. You know that me and Ritsu knew each other since we were children, right?" He asked, "he often came here and played with me. And when I realized it, he was attached to me like... well, you already saw how he behaved around me." Another string of laugh filled the room, while you tried to shoo your anxiety away with sipping the hot beverage.
You couldn't help but peeking at his nostalgic face over the rim of the mug. His face alone told you about the friendship they built over the years, the growth of two young boys, and how they actually needed and helped each other in those dark times.
"I always wanted to be there for him, because he's been relying himself on me. It feels like... I don't want to disappoint him, as his best friend." Mao beamed, as he was down on the memory lane.
Words were stuck in your throat as you couldn't weave anything to reply. Of course he sensed this and laughed wearily to lift the mood up.
"Sorry, that must be boring right?" He scratched the back of his neck, while averting his gaze on the surface of the chocolate beverage.
At last, you shook your head, "no. I was just thinking about something...."
"Hm?"
"I...." You inhaled deeply, "I want to be there for you, just like the way you did for Ritsu. And I want you to rely on me, when you need someone to lean on, as... a friend."
Silence engulfed both of you, before Mao took action to break the invisible ice between the two of you.
"I'm glad you feel that way. But...." A soft smile touched his lips, "I don't want us only to be friends or best friends."
Shock was controlling over your mind and made you tongue-tied. You wanted to say something, to ask about the thing that made you giddy all this time. But, it was hard.
Once again, Mao took control over the conversation, "do you get it?"
There was no way you didn't get the hint. It was crystal clear to you. But, how to respond?
The red-violet haired boy leaned closer, his eyes shut as the distance between you grew shorter. You did the same until you could feel his breath fanning your burning cheeks, before his lips met yours in a slow manner.
It was quick and tasted like cocoa. Did the first kiss always taste sweet like this?
"I... like you." You muttered those words.
He expected it from you, but never anticipated you to say it first. Moreover, before he confessed his feelings towards you.
"I guess you get it then. But...." He tried to hide the fact that his cheeks were burning with happiness, "how could you steal that line from me?"
A grin plastered on your bright face, "I just feel like it?"
Your attempt at cracking a joke made the two of you burst out laughing. Both you and him already forgot about the heavy rain outside, as the soft pitter-patter carried out a tune of the blooming youth love.
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Clavius Tarxis / Irelius Draxas Past
Trigger warning later on:
2135: Clavius Tarxis is born as Irelius Draxas on the Turian colony of Aephus. He is the son of Cyrna Draxas and Vyrnus Draxas. He is by that point an only child. Irelius is very prone to injuries but never makes a sound which concerns his mother since normally babies, especially turian babies are rather vocal if something hurts. They didnât even notice a stomach infection since Irelius doesnât cry like a normal baby.
2136 - Age 1: After extensive routines and visits to the doctor, they find out he has CIPA - Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis - meaning he doesnât feel any nerve related pain. So he never felt the pain from the stomach infection or his teeth growing or his plates forming. He is taken under medical care, which prevents more injuries. Making him a rather lonely turian since he couldnât play outside of the risk of getting injured more. Up until this point, which is only a year, he already tore the insides of his mouth, ripped his talons almost out and almost scratched out his eyeballs. His mother is rather careful about him, filing down his talons and teeth so he wouldnât be able to hurt himself.
2144 - Age 9: Irelius is now nine years old and his parents have another baby, his little sister Querina Draxas. He immediately takes care of her and likes her very much. He takes her around under supervision of course and just genuinely happy to have someone his age around. Well not his age but not an adult. Irelius also got better in checking for injuries and he only got at this point four broken bones, a shattered jawbone and a few dislocated shoulders. Which sounds awful but considering he never feels it, it is more like an annoyance for him.
2145 - Age 10: Irelius youngest sibling, his brother Tayus is born. He does like him as well but not as much as he did with Querina. However Querina and Tayus really bond well together since they are both in the same age group. THey never really exclude Irelius in anything, they just played together more while Irelius was in a turian style school at the time. In the same year Ireliusâ parents discovered that he has biotics. A rather awful thing, considering his injury rate. They even try to negotiate that Irelius would just never get an implant and never use it, since he is so prone to injuries. However the turian high command doesnât really see it that way. So Irelius gets an implant and doesnât even notice the headaches he would get from said implant.
2152 - Age 17: Up until this point Irelius was in the turian mandatory bootcamp, he never really talks about it but he didnât hate it or anything. He was still considered weird and being a biotic didnât really help his case either. He gets sent to the Cabals after that. He suffers more injuriest there than ever before and doesnât get treated correctly. He has several broken ribs, a broken carapace, a rip of plating on his head and several injuries that were mostly internal. Irelius gets laughed at when he has accidents, has several bleedings due to him not realising when the headaches start. He over uses his biotics a lot and is overall miserable there.
2153 - Age 18: A year into the cabals and things donât get better. He gets even more injured to the point of almost dying. Which added even more anxiety to him and he was so close to begging his parents to get him out of there, to do anything. He just felt miserable, until one day. An instructor who he was not in a good relationship with, wanted Irelius to show him what he had learned. Irelius had been training a lot and since they wanted to use him in a vanguard unit, he had to see how good he was. Prior to this point Irelius had suffered from severe memory loss, having blackouts and sleepwalking around. The taunting of the instructor as Irelius pleaded with him not to have him in the vanguard unit, it triggered something inside of Irelius and that was the first switch he had. Irelius - now Invictus - charges the instructor and effectively kills him with just one charge. However the alternate personality quickly receides and Irelius is faced with the assault of the biotics instructor. In a panic he just grabs what he can from his belongings and escapes the cabals.
A few weeks later he arrives on Omega, severely starved and suffering from hypothermia, he meets an asari named Lisell. Before they met, Irelius got injured as well, but he didnât notice it until he was at her place. It took Irelius some time to trust her but he actually sees her as his mum. Irelius is not a very confident person after his time in the cabals. Which was only for a year, but even a year can fuck someone up completely.Â
2160 - Age 25: Irelius is now 25 years old, up until now he had lived with his foster mother Lisell on Omega. He rarely goes out but recently he got more confident and this is due to another personality switch. These switches donât happen overnight for him, they go along with memory losses, sleepwalking and blackouts. They were not as severe as the first time but still something that concerned Irelius. Considering he was still searched for, since nobody really got away from the Cabals. On a trip around Omega, he gets harassed by a few asari mercs who just think it was funny to make fun of him. They get ripped apart by his first personality switch - Invictus - but he vanishes again rather quickly. A few months later his second personality - Clavius - comes to the surface for the first time. In the same year he joined the Blue Suns. As Clavius, he is far more confident and beats people up who look at him in a funny way. Claivus is considered a rather resourceful turian who even has a following behind him. Most of the following merc groups do not know about his condition or the fact that he is a biotic. Clavius never uses his biotics in a fight and keeps them at bay. Due to them not knowing that he doesnât feel pain, most of the Blue Suns enemies at the time just think he is a straight up killing machine that doesnât die. Of course he can die, he just now not as stupid as he was in the past. Or not as naive.
2176 - Age 41: Clavius meets Camilea a fellow Blue Suns Mercenary, she is only 16 when they met, during a drunken night out, they sleep with each other. Which migth sound weird since Clavius is intenfying himself as homosexual. However Camilea really has something, she gets pregnant during that encounter. Clavius is one thing however, not an asshole and he promises to take care of the baby or give it a better home. They both know they cannot really care for the baby, Camilea because of her age and low income and Clavius due to his condition.Â
2177 - Age 42: Clavius quits the Blue Suns after they slowly go more and more into slave trade and hiring more and more batarians. He has done everything for them, extortion, kidnapping, beat downs and even straight up killing people. But he would never go so far as to take away a person's right for freedom. Although some would argue that kidnapping is the same, most of the time the targets would be set free the moment the money came in. One particular mission made Clavius see that the Blue Suns turned into something nasty when they started a deal with the collectors. The turian moves away from Omega taking his daughter with him, his destination was at this point actually nothing. He just ended up on the Citadel out of coincidence. Up until this point, his original personality has never come out once.
Clavius is applying for the first job he could find and gets hired as Irius bodyguard despite peopleâs concerns for his mercenary background. Irius chose Clavius since he was reliable, he didnât get in the way and he kept his distance. He never said a word during reports, he kept an eye on Irius without being too provocative about it. He was by far the best bodyguard someone could have. The time in the Blue Suns really did pay off.
TW: Warning:
Irius had at one point six other bodyguards, they were not meant to guard him all the time but to go in rotation, since sometimes a guard would have to be there for over 15 hours and that could exhaust people. So they would go in rotation and would guard him whenever Irius requested it. The new councilor had his position now for five years. Five years of them planning something horrible and nasty. The six remaining bodyguards knew that they could never get Clavius onto this. They knew he would never agree to this. So they waited until he had done his round with the councilor. Before they broke into the Councilorâs office, locked the door and proceeded to assault him. Irius does to this day not know why they did that. Either they wanted to punish him, have fun with him or just felt entitled to do so since Irius is a rather young Councilor. They tore open his private plates which is one the most painful things a turian can feel, apart from the forming of his carapace. Since this was not in anyway arousing, Irius didnât produce the natural lube that even male turians can create to make sex more pleasant. Irius is held down by two of them and forced to have sex with three of them. The last one didnât really do anything other than record the whole ordeal. What these turians didnât know was that Clavius had access to the codes for the door. Irius trusted Clavius a bit more with these things.Â
When Clavius entered the room, the bodyguards had almost no time to get away, either because Clavius stood in the door and he isnât a small turian with 7â2â. Or they were already torn apart by biotics, something Clavius had not used in over 20 years by this point. The scariest part was probably that Clavius wasnât angry, he wasnât shouting, he just lifted them up and ripped them apart. He grabbed the last guy who had recorded it all and shoved his omnitool away from his arm and literally shoved it into his mouth and made him eat it. Not caring if that would kill him, he wanted them all dead.Â
After a few moments to collect himself, he finally looks at Irius and sees the younger turian totally paralyzed and frozen in fear. He checks for other injuries for any injections since he knows sometimes monsters like this would do this. But he finds nothing and takes Irius to Huerta. Not caring that the bedroom just looked like a fucking battlefield. Clavius took Irius to the hospital and explained to the doctor in a private moment what happened, the case is classified and only Irius, Clavius, the doctor and a therapist know what happend. It was to first protect the councilor and also to protect Irius as a living being.
2178 - Age 43: Clavius becomes the sole bodyguard for Irius and is even better working alone than having to deal with idiots. Due to the incident, he never leaves Irius' side, he sleeps in the office with him, on a couch and keeps an eye on him. He wants to make sure that Irius is safe and nobody would ever harm him. Some people would think there is something with him and the councilor, but for Clavius this is strictly business. The Councilor is even more than a simple lover could be, he is his charge and reason to live.Â
2183 - 2186:Â
Mass Effect Timeline of the Reaper War.Â
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Beholden
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by DeepShadows2
Due to circumstances, she will not reveal to him, Severus has realized that something happened to Professor Granger over the summer holiday. She is secretive, reclusive, and not her normal annoying boisterous self. If that wasnât enough to raise his suspicion, Granger came to him with a strange request but the school year began, citing it was for a friend she was helping. What sort of friends was Granger keeping if she needed to have a blood supplement in these volumes?
Written for The Severus Snape & Hermione Granger Shipping Fan Group Facebook Page and Discord's Ominous October Write-in
Words: 2153, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape
Additional Tags: post-war AU, Post War AU, ominous october fic, Vampires, Blood, Smoking
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5k Survey XLII
2151. Should fun or safety come first? >> Iâd imagine that depends on oneâs goals. When it comes to skydiving, one should learn to be safe (take the lessons) before one goes on to enjoy the experience (start actually skydiving). But also, if you take a more psychological approach to the word âsafetyâ, sometimes one has to take a little social risk to get to something fun, and that can feel unsafe, but it [ideally] ends up being worth it. 2152. Does mind over matter work for you? >> Iâm not sure in what sense you mean. 2153. Whatâs the most weight you ever lost in one year? >> I donât know. Whenever that happened, itâs when I wasnât paying attention to things like my weight. 2154. What are your feelings about punk and goth? >> I love goth and I have affection for punk because it is kin to goth. 2155. Did you ever write something when you were high and then looked at it sober and realized that it was nonsense? >> No, I donât think anything I wrote while intoxicated seemed nonsensical when looking at it sober -- maybe a little more inscrutable or revealing than my usual writings, but still within my normal mental/emotional/spiritual frameworks.
2156. How often do you shave: your face? I donât shave. your legs? under your arms? 2157. What word do you often hear people misuse? >> I canât think of any right now. 2158. Have you ever used somebody? >> Itâs possible. Iâve had to do a variety of things to survive. 2159. Are you paranoid? >> Not typically, but I can be. 2160. What is the best music video of all time? >> --- 2161. How many Shakespeare plays have you read all the way through? >> Only Romeo & Juliet and A Midsummer Nightâs Dream. I know I was taught Hamlet but Iâm pretty sure I didnât actually read the whole thing. Also, I comprehended almost nothing I read when it came to Shakespeare, so does it even count as reading at that point... 2162. What was the deepest religious or spiritual experience youâve ever had? >> Not going to get into it here, thatâs for sure. Iâve written multiple long-form posts about this kind of thing, so itâs not casual fare. 2163. What is it like to be you today? >> Iâm not sure how to answer this. 2164. Do you like to play games? >> Video games, sure. 2165. Have you made any good friends on this diary site? >> --- 2166. Have you met anyone from open diary? >> --- 2167. What have you done lately that gave everyone something to talk about? >> Nothing??? 2168. Do you get along with people who annoy you, disagree with you, dislike you, and hate you? >> If Iâm annoyed by someone, or hated by someone, Iâm definitely not getting along with them... 2169. When you ask for something do you make a request or a demand? >> I mean, a demand isnât an ask, so obviously if Iâm asking for something itâs a request....... 2170. Who are you a bad influence on? >> I have no idea. 2171. Who are you a good influence on? >> I have no idea. 2172. Who is on your christmas list this year? >> Who?? 2173. How many other people do you know of that are doing this survey? >> Just Elizabeth (Elisabeth? can never remember if itâs a Z or an S, one day Iâll get it right), who Iâm taking this from, and someone else in the survey tag. 2174. Have you ever intentionally had a one night stand? >> Yes. 2175. Do you tend to get car sick? >> No. 2176. What is the length of your hair? >> Like, a couple of centimeters. 2177. Do you like to listen to techno music? >> Sure. 2178. Have you ever dyed your hair an unusual color? >> Long time ago, yeah. 2179. What do you think of these diary names? Oculto: suffer victim: With A Purpose: Almost_Famous: In.The.Name.Of.Lust: The Phallic Stapler: <*>SeXyCandace<*>: 2180. What do you think of these entry titles? Lesbians ⌠as far as the eye can see: Why Avril Lavigne sucks: Call On Jesus: Buddha-licious: WeLCome To The JungLe!: Geektastic: Should i get an abortion?: 2181. What do you find beautiful in an atypical way? >> I donât know what that means. 2182. What would you PHYSICALLY fight someone over? >> Nothing. As previously stated, I have sub-zero interest in being in a physical altercation. 2183. What was the last thing you were invited to? >> I donât remember. Probably Laurenâs birthday party.
2184. What do you like >> Either there was more to this question that got cut off, or youâre really being this vague at this point in the survey. Either way... Next. 2185. Have you ever drank: chartruese? No. Was going to buy some for my birthday this year, and then fuckin COVID got in the way of all my plans. absinth? Yes, I drink it somewhat frequently. 2186. Do you plan your outfits ahead of time, pick them out the morning of, wear whatever was on the floor, or wear what you slept in? >> I just wear whatever I pull out of the drawer, when itâs time to change. Most of my clothing is pretty interchangeable. 2187. How long have you ever gone without changing your sheets: A long, long time. Months, probably. clothes: A few days, I imagine. underwear: Also a few days, I imagine. toothbrush: Probably ages, idk. 2189. What item should not be shared? >> Needles. 2190. How do you keep control of your temper? >> I donât really have to work at this, I donât have a very advanced temper. Itâs my other emotions that tend to get out of hand. 2191. If you could gain all of your dreams by giving a family member (little brother) to the goblin king who would turn him into a goblin, would you? >> Ha! This situation doesnât apply to me. Can I just be the goblin king instead? 2192. Do you like to listen to Duran Duran? >> No, but Hungry Like the Wolf is a bop. 2193. Do you ever feel the need for MORE than life has to offer? >> No...? What I want is what life does have to offer, but apparently didnât want to offer to me. 2194. What is your favorite childrenâs story? >> The Phantom Tollbooth. 2195. Do you think that adult books should have more pictures? >> I love a good illustrated book, sure, why not? 2196. What was your all time low? >> --- 2197. Do you make up songs and sing them to yourself when youâre alone? >> No, I just sing songs that already exist. 2198. Do you like to listen to the Smashing Pumpkins? >> Yeah. This is one of those bands that annoyed me when I was a kid, but I enjoy now. 2199. Do you see the expression of emotion as weakness? >> Unfortunately, I had that concept instilled in me by an emotionally unavailable parent and emotionally abusive relatives. But I fucking hate that concept and I want desperately to be rid of it. 2200. Are you prepared in case of chemical, biological and nuclear attacks? >> I am not.
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Try A Little Longer || Fred Weasley
Original Post: on ssimagines
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Spanish!reader
Word Count: 2153 (without translations), 2274 (with translations)
Summary: You are at Hogwarts for the triwizard tournament. You have a hard time with understanding a lot of whatâs going on. Fred Weasley takes an interest in you.
Warnings: a big bowl of sweet, poorly written french and spanish (a warning because itâs probably really bad)
Request: can i request a fred weasley imagine where the reader is from Spain, and transferred to hogwarts during the year of the triwizard tournament and fred tries to learn spanish to ask her to the yule ball and to impress her?
Very Long Note: My spanish knowledge consists of two years in junior high so the majority of it is google translate and probably written wrong sorry. I did my best and put a lot of time into it
Also through research I discovered that the majority of young witches and wizards from Spain attend Beauxbatons. Since you wanted it set during the triwizard tournament anyway, I just made the reader from Beauxbatons. Â I hope you donât mind. (Boys from Beauxbatons also visited Hogwarts during the Goblet of Fire)
Ellipses in talking when it is english are words that the reader isnât able to understand whether they are spoke to fast or they havenât learned them yet.
This is obviously already been posted, but since I started my smaller blogs, I wanted all my work for each fandom in one place. Instead of just reblogging everything I figured that I would repost it.Â
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For the first five years of your magical training so far, you have attended Beauxbatons. You werenât from France, but rather Spain. There wasnât a school in Spain, so your parents sent you to the closest one in France like many other residents of Spain. This caused you to be fluent in both Spanish and French, but you preferred to talk in your native tongue unless you had no other option.Â
This year your school was participating in the Triwizard tournament being held at Hogwarts in Scotland. All summer you had talked with your parents about going. They were worried about because it was so far from home and you would know very little of the native language. You vowed to them that all summer you would work on your English if they were to allow you to go. Now you were with the rest of your school preparing to enter what youâd been told was the great hall.Â
Your school had prepared an elaborate entrance that you had practiced your timing often for this day. You and two other girls had actually been the ones to plan it. You were excited for this moment. You were just waiting for your que now.Â
Your best friend, Nora, who was also from Spain, stood beside you tapping her foot quickly. It sounded almost as if she was tapping it to the beat of her own heart. She turned to you spoke.
âÂżCuanto tiempo mĂĄs?â she asked (translation: how much longer?). Her tone was clipped and sharp. The words that usually followed out of her mouth like butter seemed harsh like spikes. You took her in for a moment shocked that she was being so short. You turned her mouth to reply when someone beat you to it.Â
âVous devez parler le français ou l`anglais ici non espangol,â it was Fleur (French translation: you must speak French or English not Spanish). She hated it whenever any of us spoke out native languages back at school. You thought it was because she didnât like not being able to tell what others were talking about, but Nora always insisted that it was just what you were supposed to do. She was more patient than youÂ
You looked to Nora who just rolled her eyes. That was so not like her. You quickly turned to Madam Maxine.
âPuis- je aller Ă mon sac?â You asked (French translation: Can I go to my bag?). She looked you over before glancing to Nora.Â
âOui, rapidement,â she said nodding (French translation: Yes, quickly). You ran down the hall to your where you left your bag. Inside it held a small granola bar. You had put it there when Nora refused to eat during the carriage ride over. She was diabetic and needed to eat otherwise she got mean because of her low blood sugar. You ran back.
As you turned to corner you saw the doors were already open and your class mates were making their way inside. You ran as fast as you could to reach them before they had all entered, but you werenât fast enough. You had to run to your stop through the large doors. As you leaned in for one of the dramatic sigh, you tossed Nora the granola bar hoping to go undetected by the rooms occupants. She caught it with ease not even breaking her form.Â
You looked at the table to your left to see a red-haired boy staring at you holding back laughter. He nudged the boy next to him who looked just like him and whispered something in his ear. The second boy laughed looking at you as you moved forward. If what you had done got back to Fleur somehow, she would be so mad at you. There was a good chance sheâd have you cleaning up after the flying horses for the next week. You said a silent prayer that the twin red heads wouldnât say anything.Â
When you made it to the front of the room, whose name fit it perfectly, you looked back at the boys. The one that first noticed your antics was still looking at you, but you couldnât tell if the other one was. You turned to see that Nora was being blacked from view slightly. She was eating the granola bar. A small smile formed on your face as you turned back to watch the Drumstrang make their entrance.Â
It had been over three months since you had arrived to the Scotland Castle. You quickly found that your summer English studies where nowhere near what you needed them to be. You had a hard time talking with the students of Hogwarts and even harder time talking two different versions of broken English with Drumstrang students. You had decided that you would no longer try and talk to the students unless Nora, who had been speaking English since she was nine, was around or they initiated the conversation.
The boy from the first night had tried on many occasions to talk to you, but you had no idea what he was saying most of time. The words were far too confusing for you. They sounded nothing like what you had worked on. Given you only worked on magical terms, foods, and simple conversations, almost everything was too complex for you. You hadnât realized that you would need more than that until it came to using it.Â
Nora had dragged you to the Library to practice your English and work on some of your studies. The two of you were sitting at a large bookshelf with several books in front of you. All of them you had apparently read before, but this time they were in English instead of Spanish and French. There was an arrangement of types of books. Some were textbooks while other were story books. You had been doing pretty well so far.Â
âPienso que el chico pelirrojo gustas,â Nora said softly so no one told her to speak another language (translation: I think the redheaded boy likes you). The past five years of conditioning you had done so you only spoke French when in common areas at school had been thrown away when you got here. If no one was going to understand you than why speak French instead of your native language.Â
Nora pointed to the re headed boy. When you looked at him, he quickly scrambled to look busy with his text book. Nora had been trying to embarrass you with his crush on you. Every time the red-haired boy, who you had learned was named Fred, came up to you to with Nora around, she tried to play translator for the two of you. She even tried to include his tone in her words, but you pretty sure she was just seeing things that werenât there between you two.Â
Sure, you thought he was attractive, and it was true that many times you had fantasied about him taking you on a date and kissing you, but there was no way that could ever happen. You didnât even speak the same language. You would need a translator just to hold a conversation. You doubted that he enjoyed everything he said being put through a filter.Â
âSus nombre son Fred,â you said matching your tone to hers (translation: his name is Fred). You had told her his name more times than you could count on one hand, but she never remembered. She was really good with languages, but not names.Â
âCualquiera,â she said laughing. âEl es guapo. Tal vez ĂŠl te preguntarĂĄ a el baile.â
(Translation: whatever. He is handsome. Maybe heâll ask you to the ball.)
You rolled your eyes at your friends. You had to admit if he did choose to ask you to the Yule ball that was happening in just a month you would definitely not say no. There was this fear that you had that if he asked you, you wouldnât be able to understand him and you would just say no without realizing it.Â
Something similar had happened last week when a girl from Hogwarts had ask you if you wanted to walk to class with her, but you didnât understand so you just said no. She looked so hurt and she wouldnât talk to you until you had Nora go up and ask her what was wrong. She ended up thinking your confusion was pretty fun, but you were so embarrassed that you felt backed into a corner.
âTengo que ir a buscar a alguien. Te verĂŠ en la cena,â Nora said as she stood up (translation: I have to go find someone. I will see you at dinner). She gathered a few books and placed them on a small cart not too far away. She returned to give you a small hug before turning to leave.
âAprobado, adios,â you said as you watched her leave (translation: okay, bye). She gave you a small wave without looking at you. You continued to work on your English as you read over the books.Â
Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone come up to where you were. You didnât know if they were coming to talk to you so you didnât turn to them right away. After a few seconds, you heard words pour out of their mouth. You looked to see it was Fred.
âCan I sit here?â he asked gesturing to the chair beside you. This was a phrase you knew well by now.
âYes,â you said nodding with a large smile carved into your cheeks. Your accent was strong in the simple word.Â
âI saw you ⌠here and I ⌠I would come over and say hi,â Fred started but you didnât understand all the words. You tried to piece together what he was saying.Â
âHello to you Fred,â you said. You really hoped that that was the right response in this situation. Sometimes you couldnât always read situations because you had learned had a different social culture. You were doing much better than you were three month ago, and you proud of that.
âHi,â He said as he sat in the seat Nora had deserted not too long ago. He angled his body towards you. It seemed as he was planning to continue talking. You moved to face him as much as you could without moving the chair.
âWhat I can help with?â You asked. Your words were labored and slow, and your English was broken, but you were pretty sure you were able to get all the message across.Â
âI was actually planning on asking you something.,â He said. Fred shifted in his seat.Â
He looked a little uncomfortable as he searched his pockets for something. After about a minute of fumbling around, he pulled a small ripped and crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. You held back the small laugh that was budding in your throat. You didnât think it was appropriate to laugh at him.Â
He flattened out the paper the best he could. As you waited expectantly, He cleared his throat and sat up straight.
âÂżQuieres ir conmigo a la bola de Navidad??â He spoke hesitantly and his pronunciation was terrible, but the effort warmed you (translation: Do you want to go with me to the Christmas ball? In this situation that ball means the round kind. It is incorrect on purpose.). His wording wasnât perfect, but he was trying and you really appreciated that. You gave it second trying to decide what the best reponse was.
âÂżQuieres decir âquieres ir a el baile de Navidad conmigoâ?â you spoke (translation: Do you mean 'do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me'?). You werenât usually one to correct people, but you couldnât have him going around saying bola instead of baile. He would embarrass himself if someone he didnât even know were to correct him.Â
Your correction had sadly back fired and his face turned a red more vibrant than his hair. He just nodded very quickly and not meeting your gaze. You bite your lip. There was no way that you were going to say no to him. The only thing that really had been holding you back before could be solved if a little bit of effort which you now knew he was willing to put in.Â
âMe encantarĂa ir contigo,â you said (translation: I would love to go with you).Â
He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Apparently, he only looked into that one phrase. He probably didnât think of finding out more just like you hadnât when you came to Hogwarts. You cleared your throat and tried to come with all the words you were going to need.
âI would like that,â You said. Your accent made your English sound more elegant than it was. His eyes lit up and a smile grew to stretch from ear to ear.Â
âReally, thatâs great,â he spoke quickly and you couldnât understand it all. âI have ⌠tell George. Nora ⌠be ⌠I⌠did it. ⌠Ron can⌠it.â
You listened to him as he stood up excitedly with his bag on his shoulder. He turned to walk out still talking. You were pretty sure that he was not talking to you anymore. He stopped suddenly right before he left your sight line and turned on his heels.Â
âI forgot to say goodbye,â He said sheepishly. His neck was redder than usual and that let you to smile.
âGoodbye, Fred,â You said. âI see you later.âÂ
âAdios, Y/N,â he replied. âHasta luego.â
(translation: goodbye Y/N. See you later.)
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What Family Does
Square Filled: Injury
Warnings: Mentions of broken bones and injuries, lots of emotion from the boys
Summary: T/N is hurt on a hunt and TFW 2.0 takes care of her when she comes back home to the Bunker.Â
Pairing: Dean x Reader (but plenty of Sam, Cas and Jack too)
Word Count: 2153
Written for: @spngenrebingoâ and my girl @charliebradbury1104 who sent this request:Â Hi Ang, I have a request for you. Could you write a fic where TFW 2.0 takes care of the reader after sheâs injured on a hunt? I was thinking something like a badly broken leg of something where they have to take care of her completely. Could the reader be in a relationship with Dean, but the rest of the guys would take care of her. Maybe she gets really use to it and even when sheâs doing better she continue to ask them to do everything for her? You can change any details. Thanks, Liz
Betaâd by: @hannahindie, who is still recovering from the amount of emotion I force fed her with the last three fics.Â
âWelcome home!â Sam, Cas and Jack all greeted Y/N as Dean carried her through the Bunker into the family room. He set her gently in the recliner, popping up the leg rest to keep her leg elevated. He then placed a pillow under the casted arm, making her more comfortable.
Sam was the first to kneel down beside her chair, pulling her into a slight hug, mindful of the cast and injuries. âIâm so glad youâre home and okay.â
âThanks, Sammy. I missed you guys,â she kissed him lightly on the cheek before he pulled away, letting Cas take his place.
âIâm so sorry I couldnât heal you, Y/N. You deserve to be healthy,â Cas apologized, his eyes cast downwards.
âCas, Iâm okay. And I will be healthy in a couple months, alright?â She tilted his head upwards so she could look him in the eye.
âIâm going to make you some tea,â he left with a quick kiss to her forehead and left the room.
âJack, come here kiddo,â she reached out her good arm to him and he took it, coming to sit next to the chair.
âIâm sorry you were injured, Y/N. Iâm sorry I couldnât save you. If I had my grace, this wouldnât have happened,â Jack teared up as he looked at her.
âJack, this is not on you, okay? Iâm going to be fine in no time, the doc says. What do you say we watch a movie?â Y/N smiled at the young man. He nodded enthusiastically and went to the room she shared with Dean to find a movie.
Dean returned with an extra blanket, a bottle of water and pain medication. âHere Sweetheart, time to take your meds.â He handed them to her with the water, waiting for her to finish before he capped the bottle. He had moved a small table next to the chair so everything was easily within reach. He placed her fully charged cell on the surface as well.
âThank you, Dean,â she yawned, pulling the blanket over her lap.
It wasnât long before she was asleep, Jack still watching the movie intently. Cas and Sam kept Dean company in the kitchen while he prepared dinner.
âSo, how is she really?â Cas was the first to break the silence.
âBetter than expected. Three broken ribs, left leg broken in four places, two fractures in her left arm, concussion...it could have been so much worse,â Dean counted off your injuries. The doctors had kept her in the hospital for a week to ensure she didnât have any complications after the surgeries to repair the broken bones.
âDean, Iâm sor-â Cas started to apologize again, but Dean stopped him.
âDammit Cas! I told you, we both told you, itâs not on you, man! You couldnât have seen this coming and you couldnât have prevented it. Somethings just canât be helped,â Dean returned his attention to dinner.
âShe seems to be doing well, Dean,â Sam commented as he put together a small salad for them.
âShe is. She is in good spirits, but she is in a shit ton of pain still and probably will be for some time,â Dean acknowledged.
âYouâve been at the hospital with her nonstop since she got hurt, Dean. Iâll take the first shift with her tonight, okay? I can sleep on the couch in there with her and make sure she has what she needs. You sleep tonight. Cas and I can handle this,â Sam reassured his brother. âWe take care of each other. Itâs what family does.â
âI canât seem to sleep. Like if I do, sheâll disappear, just slip right through my fingers,â Dean sighed. He was exhausted and it was physically evident. He needed rest.
âI can help with that, just a few hours, okay?â Cas offered hesitantly, knowing Dean wasnât keen on most types of angelic assistance.
âI just might take you up on that Cas,â Dean lamented. âSoupâs on!â
Dean had taken Cas up on his offer and was getting a solid four hours each night and even napping with Y/N as she had taken up residence in the family room. She was healing nicely and was due back at the doctor in one week to check the healing and switch out her casts.
The most difficult thing was getting her to and from the bathroom and in the shower. That was the only task Dean would not let anyone else take on. She was his girlfriend and letting the others see her in any state of undress would be wrong. He didnât mind. More often than not, after her casts were securely wrapped to stay dry, he would sit behind her in the bath and it was a quiet little escape for the two of them.
~*~
âOnly three weeks left, thank God!â Y/N exclaimed as Dean carried her into the kitchen, setting her down at the table. She still wasnât able to move around by herself, but the doc had given her a new cast, saying the femur healed nicely. She now just had a cast on just below her knee, allowing her to sit at the table for the first time in six weeks.
âThatâs great!â Sam was relieved, knowing the toll it was taking on his brother, though they were all taking turns helping out.
Cas and Jack were currently on a supply run and Sam was doing laundry and light cleaning. Y/N was moving back into her and Deanâs room and he wanted it nice and clean when they got into bed that night.
âI ordered pizza for dinner, and Cas and Jack are coming with dessert,â Sam commented.
âSounds delicious!â Y/N said, rubbing her hands together.
~*~
âJack!â Y/N yelled for Jack some days later.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â Jack flew around the corner, narrowly missing hitting his head on the door.
âCan you get me some ice cream? And a glass of water?â she smiled innocently at him. Jack was a sweet boy and just smiled back.
âOf course. Iâll be right back!â He told her.
Minutes later, he returned with a tray and a bottle of water. He set the tray in her lap. There were two bowls, a small pitcher of chocolate syrup, and two small bowls; one with sprinkles, the other with nuts.
âI wasnât sure what you wanted, so I brought it all,â Jack said proudly.
âThank you, Jack!â Y/N gushed and set out making her own special sundae.
~*~
âCas!â
âYes, Y/N? How can I be of assistance?â Cas appeared in her doorway.
âDean is out, but I need to use the restroom,â she told him shyly. âCan you help me to the bathroom, then wait, while I, you know?â
âOf course, Y/N. Anything you need,â Cas replied. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the communal bathroom, setting her down next to the stalls. âI shall wait just outside the door. Shout when you are done.â
~*~
âSam!â
âYeah! Whatâs wrong?â Sam rushed into the room, slightly out of breath.
âCan you help me wash my hair today?â she asked sweetly. âAnd maybe blow dry it and curl it for me? I feel so gross being cooped up and not being able to properly take care of it, itâs disgusting!â
âThat I can do. Let me get everything set up and Iâll come back for you,â Sam agreed.
âOh God, that feels good,â Y/N moaned as Sam massaged the shampoo through her hair. âDean does a good job, but heâs done so much for me already, you know?â
âWe donât mind helping, Y/N. Itâs was family is for,â Sam brushed it off as he rinsed her hair.
An hour later, she was feeling much better with freshly cleaned and styled hair. She felt pretty for the first time in months.
~*~
âDean! I got a walking cast!â Y/N was beyond thrilled to have the heavy plaster off her leg and arm. She would still be wearing a splint on her arm for a couple more weeks, but only at night. The walking cast for her leg could be taken off at night to sleep, making her much more comfortable than she had been. She could finally shower by herself and not be such a burden on everyone.
âThatâs great sweetheart! Letâs celebrate!â Dean took her home and helped her get ready and they headed out for a quiet dinner at their favorite diner.
âItâs so nice to get out of the house for something other than a doctorâs appointment!â she exalted at the feeling of fresh air on her face and the wind shipping through her hair as Dean drove down the road.
That night as they crawled into bed, she secured her splint and curled into Deanâs side. âThank you for taking such good care of me for the last couple of months. I know it hasn't been easy and I have been kind of a pain and Iâm sorry for that.â
âY/N, you have had every excuse to be a bit salty. God knows I would have been all âOne Flew Over the Cuckooâs Nestâ, all tied down here. But youâve been a pretty damn good patient. No complaints from me. Now the guys, once they get back, maybeâŚâ he teased.
~*~
âY/N! What do you think you are doing?â Jack stopped in his tracks as he entered the kitchen, seeing Y/N at the stove. âYou need to rest!â
Jack carried her to library, placing her down in one of the overstuffed chairs, then returned to the kitchen to finish up her lunch of soup and toast. He brought it to her on a tray with a cup of tea and a water.
~*~
âY/N, where are you going?â Sam almost knocked into her in the hall.
âI need to pee, Sam,â she rolled her eyes.
Sam simply picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. âShout when youâre done.â He closed the door and waited on the other side.
~*~
âY/N, Sweetheart! Come here, I have a surprise for you!â Dean called from the kitchen.
Y/N hobbled on her new walking boot, but it was getting easier. She rounded the corner only to see Cas giving her a look.
He just picked her up and carried her to Dean in the kitchen.
âCas? Ahh, what are you doing carrying my girlfriend?â Dean looked at his friend.
âShe isnât supposed to be walking, Dean. We all agreed to take care of her and I am not letting her walk all the way to the kitchen by herself!â Cas reprimanded Dean and stalked out of the kitchen.
Sam walked in just as Dean and Y/N were struggling to control their laughter. âWhatâs got you guys in stitches?â
âOh, something Cas said,â she waved him off.
âCas! Jack!â she called through the door. âWatch.â
A moment pass before both Jack and Cass pushed their way into the kitchen, one at each entrance.
âWhatâs wrong Y/N?â they asked simultaneously.
âNothing, boys. Everything is fine. In fact, I think we forgot to tell you the doctor lifted my weight restrictions and I can walk with this hard plastic walking boot now. So yâall can stop taking care of me,â she showed them the boot and their faces lit up.
âWhen?â Sam asked curiously, surprised you hadnât said anything.
âWhen you guys were on that hunt last week. But I kinda got used to everyone taking care of me, I may have just forgot to mention it,â she giggled.
âTaking advantage, huh?â Dean winked at her, before returning the weapons he had been cleaning to the armory. âThatâs my girl!â
âWell, to thank you all for everything you have done for me for that last several weeks, I am cooking dinner tonight! There is already a beautiful beef roast in the oven and dinner will be ready in just a couple more hours,â she stood to get started on the potatoes and carrots when Jack stopped her.
âIâll do it, Y/N,â he said. âI like helping.â
âBut you donât have to, Jack. I can do it myself, now,â she reminded him.
âJust because you can, doesnât mean you should have to do it all yourself. Even momâs need help now and then,â Jack shrugged and went about his task.
âSweetheart, why are crying?â Deanâs face filled with worry when he returned the kitchen.
âJack just called me mom,â she whispered, looking up at him.
âIs that a good thing?â Dean asked, not sure.
âYeah, it is. I wonder how he is going to react when we tell him heâs going to be a big brother,â she smiled up at Dean.
âHeâs going to be stoked, Sweetheart. Youâre already an incredible mom,â Dean leaned down and kissed her sweetly, one hand on her stomach.
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Every Hero Needs Some Support
Every Hero needs some Support by Madness Meatloaf
When Midoriya went to thank Hatsume for his support items he didn't expect to become her guinea pig, he also didn't expect to start having feelings for her. Hatsume did not expect Midoriya to without a request for new baby's or repairs but she got a partner out of it and maybe more.
Words: 2153, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: ĺăŽăăźăăźă˘ăŤăă㢠| Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Hatsume Mei
Relationships: Hatsume Mei/Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/20596955
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Dia-Farron Effect (Final Effect AU)
The arrival of the Arendelle Empire and the Schnee Mercantile Alliance during the Reaper assault on the Milky Way had a profound effect. With their overwhelming military might and the industrial and commercial strength of an entire galaxy behind them, they swiftly became the dominant powers in the Milky Way. A key figure in the eventually absorption of the races of the Milky Way into the Empire was Her Imperial Majesty Averia VII. Renowned for her composure, insight, and ability to steer events to the Empireâs advantage, her rule laid the foundations for the Empireâs expansion. It was her policies that established the Empireâs cultural, economic, and military hegemony, an approach that eventually led to the collapse of the Citadel system and the rise of an Empire that incorporated races from the Milky Way.
But what if things had gone a bit differently⌠what if first contact had occurred earlier during the reign of a different empress?
Well, things would be different. Very different. After all, as the first half-Dia-Farron empress, Her Imperial Majesty Vanille I had a slightly different approach to diplomacy, one that involved way more lasers and death rays.
Here is how that alternate timeline might look.
X Â Â X Â Â X
2148 CE. Humanity discover the Prothean ruins on Mars and begin developing mass effect technology.Â
In the Arendelle Empire, Her Imperial Majesty Vanille I ascends to the throne. After careful study of the Empireâs military position, she concludes that they have sufficient forces in reserve to begin exploring another galaxy for resources while still fending off the Grimm.
2149 CE. Humanity discovers the Charon relay and establishes the Systems Alliance to lead human exploration of the stars. Explorers from humanity realise the purpose of the relay system as a vast transport network throughout the Milky Way.Â
The Arendelle Empire constructs a massive hyperspace gateway capable of reaching the Milky Way. Vanille I dispatches an expeditionary force of one hundred ships to explore the Milky Way and secure resources. After thorough exploration reveals the existence of a transport network (the relays) and the absence of Grimm, Vanille I orders the expeditionary force to begin colonisation in an area far from any relay. Without Grimm to hinder their efforts in the Milky Way, Vanille I intends to establish vast production facilities that can bolster the Empireâs military without begin exposed to harm.
2152 CE. Humanity begins settling its first extra-solar world. Massive efforts are underway to build the Arcturus space station, which will serve as a key defensive stronghold should any threats arise to humanityâs continued expansion.
The Arendelle Empire finishes construction of four forge systems, entire star systems devoted to the production of essential military and industrial technology. Each forge system is centred around a Dyson sphere and has output exceeding the entire Systems Alliance by several orders of magnitude. Colonisation begins on more than a dozen other star systems, and the expeditionary fleet is renamed to the Extra-Galactic Fleet and increased to two hundred ships.
Exploratory drones from a Dia-Farron science vessel encounter the Systems Alliance and begin monitoring them.
2153 CE. Humanity makes contact with the Arendelle Empire. Thankfully, the officers in charge of the Systems Alliance vessels prove to be eminently sensible. After encountering an Imperial dreadnought with firepower exceeding the entire Systems Alliance navy combined, they wisely choose to establish peaceful contact.
Negotiations between the two factions proceed well. Vanille I takes personal interest in the Systems Alliance and arrives in person (much to the horror of the Imperial Guard), proudly proclaiming that in exchange for becoming her minions, the Empire will aid the Systems Alliance in its effort to expand while offering them military assistance.
The Systems Alliance is initially hesitant to accept the alliance since the vast majority of their psych profiles suggest the empress is at least partially insane. However, the vast difference in technology and military strength makes the benefits of such an alliance obvious. Despite some misgivings, the Systems Alliance makes an alliance with the Empire.Â
2154 CE. Jane Shepard is born. Cooperation between the Systems Alliance and the Empire has already proven to be fruitful with the Systems Alliance experience rapid acceleration in terms of both scientific advancement and colonisation. It is not uncommon to see Imperial citizens on Systems Alliance worlds. Gary the Gregarious Gorgonopsid becomes popular amongst children in the Systems Alliance.
2157 CE. Turian vessels stumble across Systems Alliance forces hoping to reactivate Relay 314. The Turians open fire, and the Systems Alliance forces are destroyed, with only a single ship escape. However, due to damage to its communications, it is unable to provide warning.
The Turians marshal additional forces and pass through Relay 314 in force. They immediately lay siege to Shanxi, destroying the meagre forces around the colony while taking higher than expected losses. With their communications cut off, the defenders of Shanxi are forced into a protracted siege until lack of contact leads to the arrival of a secondary Systems Alliance force. Thanks to technology developed at least partially with the help of the Empire, the defenders of Shanxi managed to hold the planet, albeit with heavy casualties.
This secondary force engages the Turians, driving them off and liberating the planet. Unfortunately, the Turians soon return with a far larger force, committed to breaking Systems Alliance resistance. Thanks to the efforts of the Turian counter-intelligence, the Turians are able to conceal their actions from the Council.
Faced with a far larger force and spread thin through their efforts to expand, the Systems Alliance is forced to concede that even with the rapid advancements their technology has made since contact with the Empire, they lack the ships to confront a full Turian suppression force. After careful consideration, the Systems Alliance makes the decision to formally request aid from the Empire.
After hearing about the attack on her newest minions, Vanille I is enraged. She orders the immediate deployment of one hundred Imperial warships led by the dreadnought, Fury of Cuddles, the flagship of the Extra-Galactic Fleet.
The Imperial Force arrives shortly after hostilities begin between the Turian suppression fleet and the Systems Alliance. Within ten minutes of their arrival, every Turian ship is either destroyed or disabled. It takes Vanille Iâs hedgehog fifteen minutes to convince her that simply executing all of the âspace piratesâ who had attacked Shanxi would be a bad idea. She eventually settles on having the captured Turians interrogate as Imperial and Systems Alliance scientists begin examining Turian technology.
2158 CE. With the loss of their suppression fleet, the Turians begin amassing an even larger force. The Systems Alliance and Empire fortify the system and the Empire takes control of Relay 314, using their technology to control traffic to and from the Relay. Not satisfied with waiting for a resolution to emerge, Vanille I orders that Imperial special forces infiltrate Turian space and determine the strength of the enemy.
After obtaining a conclusive measure of Turian fleet strength, as well as the strengths of the other Citadel races, Vanille I takes the offensive. Â Thanks to its growing industrial efforts and the construction of even more production facilities in the Milky Way, the Extra-Galactic Fleet now numbers more than five thousand in strength with the Empire establishing colonies across dozens of star systems. Key to the fleetâs burgeoning strength is the construction of an absolutely colossal shipyard fed by several forge systems.Â
Vanille I orders a force of two thousand ships to arrive at the citadel to deliver her terms. The Citadel races are, naturally, shocked as information of the Turiansâ actions has only just been discovered. Her terms are fairly simple, and the Citadel are forced to agree due to the overwhelming disparity in firepower.
Vanille Iâs terms are:
Stay out of her way.
Stay out of her way.
Stay out of her way.
Stay out of her way.
Or else.
Any attempts to enter Imperial space unauthorised is grounds to declare war. The Systems Alliance, however, adopts a more⌠measured approaching, playing the good cop to the Empireâs bad cop. Relieved to be dealing with the âsanerâ of the two groups, the Citadel swiftly opens diplomatic relations with the Systems Alliance. Using the Empire as both carrot and stick, Systems Alliance diplomats are able to secure favourable treatment and reparations.
2170 CE. After the Batarians attempt to attack a joint Systems Alliance-Imperial world named Mindoir, the Empire responds by first crushing the Batarian force and then declaring war on the Batarian hegemony.
The war is swift, and Batarian casualties are horrific. The Empire has no love of slavers. Within three months, the Batarian Hegemony has collapsed. Vanille I installs a new government, the Batarian Federation of Free Peoples, to replace the hegemony. Its members are specifically chosen for their anti-slavery views.
The remainders of the hegemony flee to Citadel space and beg the Citadel for help. Vanille I states bluntly that anyone who helps the hegemony will meet the same end they did. Citadel psychological specialists again question the empressâs sanity.
The Systems Alliance begins a period of rapid expansion into formerly unsafe territory.
2173 CE. The Reapers attack. Due to the deployment of super weapons against the Batarians (Vanille I wanted to run some field tests), the Reapers have awakened early. They arrive in force, assaulting the Citadel and laying siege to as many worlds as possible.
Enraged that a bunch of overgrown metal squids is invading âherâ galaxy and putting her minions at risk, Vanille I formally declares war on the Reapers. She orders the deployment of the entire Extra-Galactic Fleet, which now numbers in the tens of thousands, as well as the Extra-Galactic Army, which is also immense due to the Empire having colonised thousands of world over the past two decades. Without the Grimm to restrain their expansion and growth, the Empire in the Milky Way has grown at an incredibly rate.
The Reaper War is brutal, and the decisive moment arrives when the empress herself takes the field in the battle station (a space station built for combat) Sigrid. The pivotal battle involves the combined might of the Reapers, more than a million ships, against the Empireâs Extra-Galactic Fleet, as well as the Empireâs 1st, 7th, 21st, and 30th fleets, in addition to three more battle stations, for a total Imperial force of more than one hundred thousand, along with additional forces from the Systems Alliance and the Citadel races.
The result is a crushing victory, with the Reapers completely destroyed.Â
Private Jane Shepard is award several medals for valour in the conflict.
Her Imperial Majesty Vanille I steps down, ceding the throne to her son, Peter V. She retires to the Milky Way, devoting her efforts to expanding the Empireâs presence there and preparing it for the eventual arrival of the Grimm, which Imperial scientists suggest is increasingly likely.
2183-2188 CE. The first Grimm swarm to attack the Milky Way galaxy arrives. Vanille I leads the Empireâs forces to repel it, and their forces are supplemented by the Systems Alliance and other Milky Way races. It is followed by several more swarms in rapid succession, all of which are repelled but not without significant losses.
By now the Empire controls more than twenty thousand worlds in the Milky Way, and there is talk amongst the Systems Alliance of formally joining it. Commander Jane Shepard serves with distinction during the conflict, earning more medals (she has a shelf of them), including the coveted Star of Cuddles, one of the highest medals the Dia-Farron can give.
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