#sorry that turned into a bit of jabbering

[hoppityhopster23]

There's a brief line in Princess Augusta's Wikipedia entry about her first cousin Frederick VI of Denmark telling her father and his uncle King George III his desire to marry her, but wondering you knew more about it?

Was it Augusta? Huh. Well, I knew it was an English princess, but I didn’t know who exactly.  

Long story short, marriages between Danish and English Royals were prevalent. These marriages were beneficial for both nations.

Just after Frederik seized control as regent, it was decided that he needed a spouse. Having relations with England had always been a useful thing, so that's likely why an English princess, like Augusta was an option. The relationship between England and Denmark would've been much more strained at the time, given what had occurred between Frederik's parents and their doctor, Struensee. So an attempt was made and was rejected by George III. The details as to what occurred between George III and Frederik VI is something I know very little of, and the few biographies on Frederik only ever mention that there was an attempt, but nothing else. However, I know of the causes most historians here in Denmark have contributed this rejection to.

Honestly, the rejection likely came from the same situation that caused strain between the nations. The main cause involved Frederiks Father, Christian VII, his mother, Caroline Mathilde (who is also George III's sister), and their personal Doctor, Johann Struensee. I'll make a short rundown here, as this topic has quite a few assorted resources in English- there is even a movie with Mads Mikkelsen in it on this topic. But basically, Caroline Mathilde had been married at 15/16 to the troubled 17-year-old Christian VII, and it didn't end well.

Christian's father, Frederik V had remained more or less indifferent to his heir all his life, and a tutor of his had used and abused Christian, not really educating the boy and heavily using corporal punishment. On top of all this, the boy likely had Schizophrenia. All this made Chrisitan- at his worst- hallucinate, be paranoid, become easily agitated, and self-harm. He also fell deeply into sexual promiscuity. I won't bore you with the details of this, as that aspect of the situation is complex and filled with conjecture.

anyways-

Christian had next to no interest in Caroline Mathilde, more invested in his other lovers and such. Christian's non-abusive Swiss tutor had to step in and push the couple a bit, resulting in the birth of Frederik VI.

Around the same time as Frederik's birth (give or take a year) Caroline Mathilde started to have an affair with Johann Struensee, Christian's personal Doctor. Due to these connections, Struensee gained near full control of the country from 1770-1772. It is likely Frederik's sister is his half-sister, as her father is most likely Struensee. The whole thing ended (I'd go into details, but that's also extremely complex.) with Struensee being executed, and Caroline Mathilde getting a divorce and exiled to Celle.

This is where it gets a bit odd. Robert Murray Keith, on behalf of George III, started to negotiate her release and other things, such as her dowry being returned. Keith did get her the dowry back and also got her a pension. It was George III who suggested sending her to Celle, which was in the Hanover electorate. She died there three years later, at 23 years old.

This no doubt left a foul memory and view of Denmark for George III, so I don't doubt that this is likely the cause.

As to what happened- on the Danish end, I've yet to find any mentions of Princess Augusta or the possibility of Frederik marrying her. It's more than likely that a letter was sent, George said "hell no," and the Danish court dropped the topic, moving on to try to get him to marry a Prussian princess. In the end, however, Frederik did end up marrying his cousin, who gave him little political benefit, in some ways to show independence from his half-uncle and step-grandmother. (he did, however, gain a partner, a lover,- and after she could have more kids lest she die- a lifelong friend.)

Sorry I don't have more, but as there are a few more details on the wiki page, I do not doubt that there is something more out there, however, it's more than likely held English archives, which I have given up trying to gain access to.

I hope this answers your question, even just a little, and feel free to send me another ask if you have any more.

[evilgwrl]

okay ngl, this is an ask I'm sending to multiple people because holy shit why did it pop in my head I need to see this written T^T

reader is part of !141 and is the only one who knows how to ride a motorbike, so she has to go undercover for a biker gang?? idk but just hear me out. Anyway she has no tattoos or piercings so they get her those temporary tattoos that last two weeks and some fake piercings (or real ones in case they fall off) and so none of the 141 know she's having this whole makeover, and when they get the big reveal I just want to know their reactions- I'm sorry I suck at writing, I'm just good at coming up with the ideas lmao. reading back my whole paragraph I realised how much I truly suck at typing, I apologise that you had to deal with this.

Ahhhh!!! I love this. I hope I did your idea justice and you enjoy it anon 🥹 If you want something a lil more racy let me know but I kept it SFW just incase

CW: None

Your body felt exhausted, thighs moulded to the chair as manicured hands rushed around your frame, prodding at your skin with brushes and wet rags, stamping your flesh with intricate designs. The woman’s voice was soft as she took in your expression, an understanding smile adorning her features as she assured you, they were nearly done.

“Voila,” she gasped, moving away from you as you stared at the mirror in front of you. Temporary tattoos snaked around the coil of your arms, muscles stamped with infamous gang signs and your nose and eyebrows dangling with metal jewellery as your fingers prodded at them, your face creased with slight discomfort.

“We’re going to need to get you dressed but you already look the part!”

You winced at the excitement in her voice, a slight simmer of humiliation broiling through you as you took in the look. You looked so… different. “Thank you,” you murmured, turning around to take in the large snake design that was entwined between your spine.

You felt like you were entering a pageant, constant hands smoothing out your skin and hair as you coughed at the lethal amount of hairspray. Grease dribbled down your chin as you choked down some food, disgusted huffs passing through the lady’s mouth as she ushered something about acting the part too.

“You’re all done, sergeant.”

You paced the room anxiously, wire taped to your chest, nestled in between your cleavage as you awaited the remainder of the task force. It was strange, the most they had ever seen you in was a pair of jeans and a simple top beside your military gear, the barracks were no place for fashion. Sweaty hands rubbed at the leather pants; slick stains of residue quickly brushed away nervously as you prodded with the facial piercings in the mirror.

“Hells feckin’ bells, Bonnie,” a swift voice whistled, Soap’s face charmed with a boyish grin, blue eyes sweeping across your exposed skin, “ain’ you a sight for sore eyes?”

“I look ridiculous,” you blurted, folding your arms self-consciously as the Scotsman tsked his tongue, smacking his lips together.

“Ye’ look good… lil too good for the task force, hen. Might need to find ye a new profession after this.”

You rolled his eyes at his playful tone, his lashes flickering as he took in the sight of you. A flirtatious whistle cut through the air as Gaz slapped his hand against the door, mouth wide. “Sergeant Y/N, that you under all those tattoos?” You bit back a bark as he smiled at you, tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips.

“You look good, [callsign]. Them bikers might wanna keep you to themselves.”

“We ain’ gonna let that happen, lass,” Soap jabbered, “Yer’ our girl, ain’ ya?”

Your reply was cut short by a pound against the door as a gruff voice snapped, “Oi, let’s move it. Don’t got all bloody day, Sergeants.”

Ghost’s eyes lingered over you for a moment, blonde lashes flicking up and down your body, pausing on every tattoo almost as if he was memorising them before he turned around, cold physique dusting through the hallway as you all followed. Captain Price was rambling through his headset to Laswell before he paused, dismissing himself as you all waltzed towards him.

A large Yamaha was sleeked against the exit, the tyres slightly worn to feign usage as you whistled lowly. “Got this all for me, Cap?” Your tone was sharp, admiring the ride before you as a tattooed hand wrapped around the leather handles.

“A biker looking like you ain’ gonna ride a shitbox,” he said, his voice holding an underlying meaning as he did a once over, “Y’ get in trouble in there and you call us in immediately, you understand [callsign]?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Take care of those tattoos after this as well, suit ya.”

A warm blush settled on the apple of your cheeks before you reached for the helmet, flattening your hair down as you secured it in place.

“Let’s get us a win.”

[mischievousmoony]

Hiiii!!! i absolutely love your writing and i wonder if you wouldn’t mind writing a james potter x fem!reader thingy. Basically where she is out with some

friends that are absolute dicks and basically they ‘dare’ her to walk home in the dark alone whilst she is drunk and she agrees became se she just wants them to like her but she realises how much of an idiot she is and so she walks to James’ house where he comforts her and stuff.

if not don’t worry

love you!!!!

changed the prompt up a little hope it's okay lovie <3 i also made it a bit long for my definition of a drabble but thats ok hopefully u think the more words the merrier luv u

𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢

⟢ james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 2.3k ⟢ warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, intoxication, social anxiety briefly mentioned, implications of how dangerous the situation was, for some reason i used this as an opportunity to practice writing imagery so sorry if it's too much

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The sharp, crisp wind nips at your skin as you walk down the shadowy, deserted London streets, the echo of your heels clicking against the pavement being the only sound that punctures the eerie silence.

A misty breath passes your lips and you hug yourself a little tighter, your hands making futile attempts at smoothing the goosebumps that dot your arms. You mentally curse yourself for listening to your "friends" when they said a jacket would ruin your outfit, wondering if this was their plan all along.

More tears fall as your mind wanders back to the friends you thought you were making and the bitter wind swiftly dries them against your cheeks, leaving your skin tacky with the salty residue.

What was supposed to be an opportunity to forge new friendships with some girls from your class took a devastating turn when they all crammed into a taxi without you, leaving you tipsy and stranded with their parting taunts ringing in your ears.

"Wait, we won't all fit," you had jabbered facetiously, the gravity of the situation not yet apparent to your drunk mind as you clumsily stumbled towards the car, your heel catching on a crack in the pavement.

One of the girls snickered as she wrenched the door of the black cab open, "That's a shame, innit?"

"I suppose you'll have to find another way home," another girl remarked, the others laughing along, barely bothering to suppress their amusement.

The carefree smile you sported faded from your face, feelings of dread and alarm creeping up your chest as you murmured, "My phone is dead, I won't be able to call a car."

"Sounds like you'll be walking home tonight," one of them sneered with a cruel edge.

"W-what?" you stammered, your chest rising and falling with a frantic rhythm as the sobering situation sinks in, "Walking back to my flat would take close to an hour."

The last girl to pile into the car— the one who originally extended the invitation to their night out with warmth and enthusiasm— looked up at you from her seat in the taxi with a mix of feigned sympathy and cruel delight. Her eyes gleamed with sly satisfaction as she leaned out of the car and took the door handle into her grasp.

"Well, then you better start," she declared, her tone punctuated by a mocking laugh and the slam of the car door.

You wish you could say that there was a sudden flip in their behavior the moment the taxi pulled up, but the abrasive way they conducted themselves around you all night should have had you running ages ago. But your naivety and desperation to make friends clouded your judgement, you supposing that it might simply take more than one night for the girls to warm up to you.

The sound of the car screeching away still rings in your ears as you brave the streets alone, trudging in the opposite direction of your flat. The hour walk to your home— more if you walked along the safest path you could think of— was too daunting on your mind. Your desperation to get off the streets steered you to your boyfriend's instead, his flat being half as far as yours.

If it weren't for the overwhelming unease you felt, you might have been too embarrassed to face James tonight. But your nervous edge was enough to send you hastily fleeing to his flat, it being well into the A.M., and you being alone— dressed in an outfit you were only comfortable wearing around a swarm of girls you thought had your back— and barely able to hold your own after medicating your social anxiety with a few too many cocktails.

When you finally arrive at the familiar stoop to James' place, you feel a wave of relief wash over you as you stagger up the stairs, leaning heavily on the iron railing for support.

Your knocking is incessant as you mutter pleas under your breath, desperately hoping James is sleeping lightly tonight. It feels like more time has passed than it actually has by the time the door creaks open.

James appears in the doorway, clearly just out of bed. His hair is tousled more than usual, stray strands sticking out unevenly over his forehead, and his clothes are wrinkled from tossing around in his sleep. He straightens out his glasses that lay crooked over the bridge of his nose as he processes your presence, his face a blend of sleepiness and alarm.

You utter his name weakly, a fragile quiver that reveals your vulnerability and distress. James' heart breaks at the sound and he wordlessly pulls you inside and envelopes his arms around you. You let him pull you in and your hands find the plush cotton of his jumper, gripping onto it like a lifeline.

James' mind races with worry, trying to piece together what could have happened to put you on his doorstep, tearful and distraught, in the middle of the night. He knows that you had gone out for some drinks at some bar downtown. He also knows that you weren't supposed to be alone and that you were supposed to take a taxi home— these being the answers to questions he asked earlier to ensure your safety.

The possibilities of what could have went wrong fill him with a profound sense of dread, and he tries not to let himself get carried away with the nightmares that swirl around in his mind.

Wrapped in his arms, you kick your heels off to the side somewhere. The shoes were killing you, and one more second in them and you might have collapsed into a heap on the floor.

James can feel you tremble against him when you settle, a result of the cold and lingering fear from being outside, inebriated and alone.

"You're freezing," he whispers, his voice hoarse from his recent slumber and edged with worry as his large hands come to rub your arms. He frowns at the iciness of your skin.

It's James' first instinct to break the embrace and tug at his collar, pulling the jumper from his own back to drape its warmth over you instead, leaving him only in his joggers that hang lazily from his hips.

The cotton is still warm with his body heat when it cocoons you and the scent of him on the fabric brings you comfort. You sniffle pathetically when you meet James' large, sorrowful eyes that brim with concern as your head pops free from the jumper's collar. He smoothes the fabric over your body quickly before his hands climb up to your face.

The pads of his thumbs sweep away stray tears as he cups your face, his fingers brushing softly along your jawline as he tilts your head to meet his troubled eyes.

"What happened?" he asks, notes of concern in his voice as his thumbs trace soothing shapes into your cheekbones.

An anguished whimper sounds in your throat and more tears begin to spill. You shake your head, unable to find your voice to explain.

"That's okay," he murmurs, pulling you back into his chest as he cradles your head in his hands, "It's okay, my love, I'm here. You're safe."

He coos tender words of comfort and reassurance in your ear, his voice steady and soothing. One hand lowers to gently rub your back until the tremors in your body gradually subside and you begin to feel a sense of security build back up.

James only pulls away when the rise and fall of your chest slows to a steady rhythm. Brown eyes meet yours and he offers a reassuring smile. He murmurs words of beckoning and leads you deeper into his flat. He doesn't take you far, just to his sofa so he can get you off your feet. You're thankful, the blisters from your heels becoming almost unbearable to stand on.

Your boyfriend sits first, gingerly pulling you down onto his lap, both craving your closeness and understanding just how much you need him right now. You curl up with your legs folded in front of you and your knees drawn close to your chest, your side pressed snugly against his torso. One of his arms wraps around your back for support, while the other rests casually over your legs, his large hand comfortably settling on the back of your thigh.

His head lulls forward until he can nuzzle into your hair, his breath warm against your ear as he softly prompts, "Think you can tell me what happened now?"

You sniffle once, letting your lungs fill with air before you stammer into a hesitant explanation. Still embarrassed over the whole ordeal, everything comes out in a small, quivering voice, starting with the awkward tension at the bar and ending with the way they laughed as they cruelly left you on the curb.

A whirlpool of emotions rages in James' chest. He doesn't understand how anyone could be unkind to his lovely girl, and he certainly doesn't understand how anyone could be so heinous to leave a person alone on the street like that.

James swallows hard, his next question living on the tip of his tongue until he has the strength to ask it. His tone is unwaveringly serious, low and intense in its level of concern, when he finally does.

"Baby, please tell me you walked straight here. No one gave you any trouble?"

"No," you shake your head, "no trouble."

James feels his whole body relax at your words, and a noise hitches in the back of his throat as he releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. The overwhelming flood of relief and emotion threatens to bring him to tears, but he manages to hold them back. His eyes close briefly as he presses closer, his nose smooshing against the side of your head as he presses kisses behind your ear.

Your eyes flutter shut too as you allow James to cradle you in his arms. You think about how you almost tripped a few times, but you know that's not exactly what James is worrying about. Although, you can imagine he'd fuss over that too, checking your knees and palms for scuffs and kissing the skin there just because you could've hurt it.

As you feel the tension drain from his body beneath you, you think about how his fears mirrored your own.

"I was scared there would be," you admit in a small voice.

"I know my darling girl. I'm so sorry," he leans back, tilting his head to the side so he can meet your gaze. You don't miss how his eyes are glassy when they lock onto yours with calming intensity, "You're safe now, I've got you." He presses his lips to your forehead, lingering there as he mumbles, "I'm sorry this happened."

"I thought I was making friends," you choke out, the words cracking with the weight of the betrayal.

James feels his heart break all over again.

"Those girls don't deserve to have you as friend."

"But I want friends. It was so easy in secondary school. I've always had you, and Lily, Sirius, Remus. Everyone."

James listens intently, his sympathetic eyes gazing upon yours once again.

"I'm all alone at uni. And I don't why nobody likes me," you finish in anguish.

James promptly moves his hand from your thigh to cup your cheek, "Listen to me. You're lovely, so lovely. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend, alright? You're going to find people who think so too."

"And you have me," he corrects. "You still have all of us. I know things are different now, and I bet you're missing having friends in your classes, yeah? But uni's only just started. You're gonna find your people."

"You think so?"

"I know so, lovely girl," he says, his thumb flicking the tip of your nose endearingly, "I was already a goner the first time I spoke to you. And if I remember correctly, you and Lily were thick as thieves after one day of knowing each other. Right?"

You hum affirmatively, remembering the first days of friendship with the people you now call family.

"See? You're good at making friends. It's 'cause you're amazing, anyone with a brain can see that. Those girls are just bloody idiots." James' features take on a sour look when he thinks about them, but with you in his arms, he can't sustain his irritation for long— especially not with you smiling prettily at his words.

"There's that smile," he mumbles fondly, and your giggle is music to his ears. You stay like that for a moment, trading smiles and tender caresses.

Eventually, James' expression shifts, his brow furrowing as he becomes stern.

"Next time you go out, I'm gonna pick you up. I don't care how late, I don't care who you're with. And I'm buying you a portable charger for that phone."

"Okay, Jamie," you agree softly, recognizing the firmness in his voice that leaves no room for argument, and finding it a bit endearing how fiercely he cares for you.

He relaxes again with a sigh. His hand, which still remains cupping your cheek, pulls you a fraction closer.

"I'm happy you're safe, love. I'm happy you came here." Each of his words is wrapped with sincerity and affection. "I love you," he says earnestly.

"I love you too," you whisper, the same depth of emotion laced in your words.

He guides you even closer, meeting you halfway with a tender kiss to your lips. It's a beautiful blend of sweetness and innocence, a soft brush of lips that envelopes you in a blanket of sweet serenity, making you forget what it was ever like to be scared.

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[moonstruckme]

hiii!! i love your writing so much i think i’ve read every single thing you’ve ever posted. i’m genuinely obsessed 🫶🫶 i was wondering if you could write something where the reader and remus have been dating/talking for a little while and she hasn’t had her first kiss yet and she starts to get nervous everytime she thinks he’s abt to kiss her and she runs away?? i’m ngl this is based off of very real events in my life 😭😭

i love you so much!! hope your doing amazing

Hi gorgeous, thanks so much! This is soooo relatable of you haha, I have a library of hilarious stories about my very hyper friend who kept literally springing away from guys she liked who were trying to kiss her, but it does make for some very interesting (and often very sweet) conversations!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

On your first official date with Remus, the two of you went to a drive-in movie. You kept your seatbelt on the entire time. 

You only realized halfway through, mentally kicking yourself for being so jittery you’d lost all sense of normalcy, but by then it felt too late. It’d be awkward to take it off halfway through the movie, try to play that off as casual. You’d made your bed. You didn’t unbuckle until Remus dropped you off at your house at the end of the night. 

On your second date, you’re determined to be less uptight. You want him to know that you really do like him, even if your nerves make you jump and flinch whenever he gets close. At the Italian restaurant, it’s difficult to find a pasta dish without garlic, but you manage it. You’re a girl with an agenda. The two of you split a chocolate cake for dessert. It’s delicious, probably, though you can’t focus on much besides Remus’ story and the way his mouth moves as he tells it. How he tucks one corner of his bottom lip between his teeth when he’s trying to hide a smile. 

You have to hope belatedly that you haven’t somehow smeared chocolate all over your face while eating. You’re not at all confident you would’ve noticed. 

It’s a short walk back to your place, and you manage to jabber the whole way, a masterclass in self-sabotage. Remus doesn’t seem to mind, his hand light and cordial on your back as he guides you up the steps to your door. You savor the touch. It takes every ounce of willpower you have not to spring away. 

“It sounds really interesting,” he says graciously as you finish your tangent about the book you’ve just read. “I’ll have to pick up a copy.” 

“I can lend you mine,” you offer. “Maybe I can bring it the next time we hang out?” Your voice tips up hopefully at the end of the question, and warmth touches your cheeks. 

A similar pinkening spreads across Remus’ freckles. He smiles at you, the scar across his lip stretching. You’re spellbound. 

“Yeah, that sounds great.” You might be imagining it, but you could swear his eyes flit to your lips. “I had a great time tonight,” he says. “I really like talking to you.” 

Your voice is soft. “I like talking to you, too.” 

He takes a step towards you, and it’s like your muscles stage a coup. You take an involuntary step backward, a smile plastering itself uncomfortably on your face. 

“Thanks for everything,” you say brightly. “Goodnight!”

You spin and go for the door handle, and you’re nearly inside before you hear Remus’ quiet “Wait.” 

You turn. Lead in your bones. 

Remus is holding his palms up as if to show you he’s got no weapon. 

“Sorry,” he says, “I just wanted to…you know I’d never do anything you didn’t want me to, right?” 

You’re frozen stiff. 

“Like, even if I thought there was a chance you didn’t want to, I would never…” He shakes his head, looking lost. Guilt settles like a stone in your gut. “I guess I’m a bit confused. If you don’t want to do anything, that’s completely fine, but sometimes it seems like you want me to kiss you, and then you don’t…” 

“Rem,” you say. You feel like you’re breathing through a straw. “Remus, I’m so sorry.” 

���Don’t be sorry, sweetheart, it’s not your fault—” 

“No, it is. It’s not—I don’t want you to think I’m scared of you or anything. I’m not, it’s just, I get skittish.” You can’t make yourself look at his eyes, your gaze stuck just shy of his chin. Your face feels aflame. “It’s not you. I’m just nervous.” 

“Oh.” It’s a soft thing, more exhale than anything. Then his fingers curl under your chin, tipping your face up. “Well, you can relax, love. I was never going to make a move unless I got a clear signal from you first. But we can just take that off the table completely, if you’d like.” He gives you a small, gentle smile. “I only want you to feel comfortable.” 

Your heart zings right up into your throat. “I do feel comfortable,” you blurt. “I don’t want it off the table.” 

Remus’ eyebrows flick upwards. “You don’t?” 

“No,” you murmur, bashful. 

His eyebrows come slowly back down, puckering slightly as he tries to figure you out. His eyes narrow until his lashes kiss. His tongue pokes into his cheek, just a little. You miss nothing. You find yourself taking in a quiet breath, steeling yourself. 

You move across that tiny bit of air between you and find him there waiting.

It’s everything you could’ve hoped for and yet startlingly simple. Remus’ lips are warm and soft, pressing into yours with an intensity that you suspect is nonetheless restrained for your benefit. He tastes like chocolate cake. 

His mouth meanders over to the corner of your lips, granting one quick peck to your cheek before making its way back to the center of your mouth, reverent. He backs away slowly, easing you out of it. 

“Wasn’t really expecting that,” he admits.

“Me neither. Was it alright?” Your voice is a bit breathy. “I’ve never done that before.” 

For a moment, he’s quiet. 

“That was your first kiss?” 

You swallow, rubbing your lips together as you nod. 

“Sweetheart,” he grins, “you’re a natural.” 

A giggle spurts out of you, dizzy with the taste of him and the novelty of it all. “You mean it?” 

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” He mimes drawing a cross over his heart. It occurs to you that you both seem infinitely more at ease than you have since dinner. The corner of Remus’ bottom lip goes between his teeth, his cheek dimpling. “I mean, there is something to be said for practice, though.” 

You don’t fight your own grin; it comes out in full force. “Mm, I think I’ve heard something about that. Practice makes…defective, right? Something like that.” 

“C’mere.” Remus rolls his eyes at you, but as his arms wrap around you his smile mirrors yours. 

[goatcheesecak3]

Could you possibly write something small about a beach date with Rodrick 😍

Rodrick x reader

Sorry this took so long! Me mam tried to sell me to one direction so I was slightly preoccupied 🙄

Anyways enough jibber jabber, here's a lil fluff about a beach date with Rodrick :^)

The heffleys had invited you on a trip to the beach, since you and Rodrick had been together for some time now, it was pretty much routine for you to come along to family events at this point.

You and Rodrick drove in his van separately from everyone else, truth be told, you were relieved. You loved the heffleys but you weren't so keen on the music they played in the car.

"You excited babe?" Rodrick turned to look at you

"Can't wait! I was looking up the beach on Google, there's quite a few rock pools so we might see some cool sealife!"

Rodrick's face lit up at this

"Like a crab?!" He asked

"Yes honey, like a crab" you smiled at your easily amused boyfriend.

"Awesome. I fucking love crabs" he said.

Upon arrival Susan and Frank were happy to see the pair of you, they both approached to greet you, when seemingly out of nowhere Greg appeared, flinging his arms around you.

"Hey lil dude! Nice to see you" You beamed down at him

"Great to see you too! I've got all the stuff set up!" He replied excitedly

You were confused for a second, before looking just past him and seeing an abundance of different sized buckets and spades. You finally remembered, last time you'd seen the Heffleys you'd promised Greg you'd be on his team against Rodrick for a sandcastle building competition.

"Rodrick I love you, but you are so going down" you said, playfully poking him in the ribs before running off to the equipment with Greg.

"Hey no fair! You guys don't get a head start!" He called after the two of you.

The sandcastle competition was definitely pretty tense, you and Greg had opted for a "bigger = better" strategy, and had come up with a 3 storey castle.

Rodrick's, while much smaller, was more detail oriented. He'd decorated it with little stones, and even carved out little battlements.

When the time was up, the three of you went to get Susan and Frank to judge, but when you'd returned only one castle was left.  It would appear that Manny had decided that Rodrick's Castle was the perfect race course for one of his toy trucks, and in the few seconds you were all gone, he'd reduced it to rubble.

"Ha! We won!" Greg jeered.

You looked at Rodrick, who seemed genuinely disappointed.

"Aw baby," you stroked his arm, "I think your castle was Manny's favourite at least"

He smiled slightly at this, but still seemed slightly miffed that all his hard work was ruined.

Never mind, you knew exactly how to cheer him up

"How about we go check out those rock pools?" You asked.

Rodrick grinned excitedly, immediately forgetting about the sand castle, "oh yeah! I hope we see something cool!" He beamed, grabbing your hand and eagerly pulling you in the direction of the rocks.

You carefully climbed onto the glistening wet rocks, made just that bit more treacherous by the odd bit of seaweed and sharp barnacles. You held onto Rodrick tightly, fearing that his clumsy self would slip and accidentally keelhaul himself.

(A/n if you don't know what keelhaulling is, look it up at your own risk. It's pretty gnarly).

"What are those things?" Rodrick asked curiously, pointing towards tufts of purple sticking out from the sides of the rock pools.

"Sea anemones! Be really gentle and touch them, see what happens" you encouraged him.

Rodrick looked slightly nervous, but he trusted you. He dipped his finger into the shallow water and felt the tiny tentacles grip his finger. He giggled high pitch and very amused, before pulling his hand away and shaking it dry.

"It was like, sticky?" He said

You laughed at his reaction, he was adorable when he was confused.

"That was it trying to eat you! It thought your finger was a little fish!"

"Really?!"

"Mhm"

"That's so funny," he bent down to look at the anemone, "you're no match for me little bro" he said cockily.

You were unsure as to whether he was joking, or if he was genuinely proud of not being eaten by a gelatinous blob the size of a penny. Probably the latter, knowing Rodrick, but either way you find it endearing.

You spent quite a while trapesing around the rock pools, Rodrick seemingly fascinated by everything- particularly the little clusters of sea snails. He likened their pointy shells to his studded bracelet, affectionately giving them the title of "most metal animal he'd seen all day". His day was made, however, when you called him over to a tiny pool right at the edge of the rocks.

"Baby, come quick!"

He rushed over, abandoning the clump of seaweed he'd been popping like bubblewrap, and turned his attention towards what you'd been pointing at.

There, nestled inbetween a few tufts of seaweed, sat the tiniest little crab, it's body not much bigger than the tip of a pinky finger. As Rodrick kneeled down to get a closer look, his face was graced with a wide, goofy smile. He looked between you and the crab for a few seconds, before blurting out "it's a little baby!", his voice high and girlish.

You let out a chuckle at this, watching your boyfriend's eyes grow in amazement and glee at the sight of such a small crab. His attention was fixed to it for as long as it sat there, until the crab must have decided that staring back at the squealing Rodrick had become tedious, and scuttled away under some pebbles.

Rodrick finally stood once again, and reached out to hold your hands.

"That was so cool," he said, his eyes twinkling and his smile somehow even more loveable than ever.

"You're so cute," you replied, unable to contain your adoration any longer. You placed your arms over his shoulders, while instinctively, Rodrick held your waist.

You leaned in and planted a delicate kiss on his lips. Sometimes it was hard to remember he was a hardcore punk guy with a big beat up van, and an affinity for moshing. At times like this, all you saw was an innocent, precious sweetheart. You just wanted to hold his face and pepper it with gentle kisses, while showering him with compliments like "my handsome boy," and "you're the cutest thing in the whole world". You probably would later, but not right now. He'd never live it down if his family saw him being such a big softie.

You allowed yourself to get lost in his big brown eyes for a moment longer, before you heard Frank calling the two of you to come and get some food.

I love you, you thought to yourself as Rodrick carefully guided you down the rocks. As if he could read your mind, he threw an arm round your shoulder and whispered in your ear

"I love you, y/n"

A/n requests are open! I write hcs and short fics for a couple characters, check my pinned post for details! :^)

(Pls request something I need ideas lol)

[finnickfan8]

“Thank you”

Pairing: Finnick Odair x reader

Genre: Hurt/comfort and smut

Warnings: smut, mentions of trafficking (very brief)

Your husband never slept well, so when he did you knew not to interrupt his one sense of peace. You loved hearing his soft snores and little noises as he nuzzled against you. Sometimes he would talk in his sleep babbling on about nothing, that’s how you knew Finnick, your Finnick is in a state of serenity.

His skin was velvet despite the scars and callouses that add a nice contrast in texture to the cashmere of his sun-kissed skin. His ambrosial scent was intoxicating and it filled your nose and then your mind with bliss.

The angelic man began to stir, his breath become more ragged and unsynchronized with your own. Finnick’s once somewhat swarthy knuckles became pale as he clutched the sheets near your waists. His nose twitched and his mouth dropped to let out a little ‘no.’ Finnick was in danger you knew it.

You stroked his messy tufts out of his face and shushed him, hoping to lull him back to sleep. To your avail he tosses over before flailing back in to you. You hold him still and start humming lullabies to him. “Shhhhh Finny, it’s me. It’s Y/N. You’re safe and I’m safe.” He starts to wake up and raises his tear stained face from your chest.

“We gotta go, the Jabber Jays, they have your screams. I’m so sorry.” He cries in to you, clutching your shirt. “I’m supposed to be here for you and here your ‘strong’ husband is, whining in your eyes like a child.” His sobs continue, the emasculation furthering as he cries in to you.

“Shhhhh, Finn, you know that’s not true. I love how you comfort me.” you pull his head up to look at you as tears rush from his sea green orbs. “Now it’s my turn to comfort you. What’s wrong, handsome?” He breaks eye contact and sits up.

“I saw them. The people i’ve killed, the people i’ve been sold to, and you. What I had done to them, the terrible, horrible things, was being done to you.” He pulls you up to sit between his legs, stroking his fingers through it, separating strands. “You were alone in the games, Jabber Jays screaming at you as the tributes took their turns taking a go at you in both ways. I stood there unable to do anything.” He shuddered a bit, braiding your hair to try to calm himself down.

“That would never happen, you have always protected me.” You smiled weakly at the love of your life, trying to reassure him but not knowing how. His hands go from your hair to your thighs, running them up and down.

“You’re always here for me and I want to thank you.” He trailed off, playing with the seams of your shorts. “Only if you want me to, because consent is very important.” He smiles down at you, kissing your forehead.

“You don’t have to use your body to thank me, Finnick. I wouldn’t marry you if all I liked was your body.” You were sure this was something he was taught to do in The Capitol, and you didn’t want him to feel like he had to.

“No, please.” He looked at you with glossy eyes. “I want to thank you this way. What do you say, Love?” You nod happily, knowing he did enjoy making you happy. Before you knew it, you were strewn in the middle of the bed and legs on Finnicks shoulders as his tongue took a lap around the inner edge of your labia.

Long strokes of his tongue went around the edge of your cunt as he avoided your clit, teasing you. A strangled moan escaped you as he flicked his tongue against your clit before going back to making zigzags across your pussy with a flat tongue.

His tongue dips in, slightly, just rimming you. His actions were so painfully teasing. “Please Finnick.” you whined, grabbing a fistful of his hair. Finnick obliged, kissing your clit gently. He started to suck and roll his tongue over the small bud. The way he used his mouth drove you crazy, within minutes, your legs were shaking and you were mewling.

“You look so pretty.” Finnick breathed out before kissing your cunt, looking up as you as he inched his long finger in to you. You moaned his name, feeling the stretch of his finger gliding in to your walls. “You’re doing so well.”

He starts to move his finger inside of you, slowly in and out as his thumb circles your clit. his mouth starts to kiss up to your breasts, taking one in his mouth and gently circling the nipple of the other. His thumb on your delicate nipple, flicked it up and down as he desperately sucked your other breast.

He pulls off with a ‘pop’ and adds another finger. Your cunt clenches around him as his nimble fingers find your spongy G spot. Finnick abuses that spot, hitting it over and over until you’re begging him.

“Please Finnick, it’s so good you’re so good. ” You choke out and he grunts in response. He was so focused on making you cum. He switched which hand was in you and moved the other, slightly lubricated one, to your nipple, toying it up and down.

“You’re so perfect baby, come on show me how good I make you feel.” His mouth lands back on to your clit, sending you over the edge.

You moan out, tugging at Finnick’s bronze locks as he relentlessly shoves his fingers in to you at a seemingly supersonic pace. Your orgasm is long and drawn out. For the first time, you squirt and in to Finnick’s mouth at that. He pulls you in to a quiet kiss, showing his love.

“Such a good girl for me my love. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Finnick begins to go get a towel to while you up with when you pull his wrist.

“Nope, your turn.”

[writeroutoftime]

hi!! can i request a jamie one shot- with introducing the reader to the coaches and making it a big deal

words: 690

a/n: okay, I just love the idea of ted and all the coaches being such an important part of jamie's life that introducing his s/o to them is such a big step!! hopefully this is what you were looking for, sorry for the wait, but please enjoy!

oOoOo

"Babe, don't you think I should be the one who's more nervous here?" you teased, watching your boyfriend of two months psych himself up inside his car for the third time in the past ten minutes.

"I know, I know." Jamie tried to reassure himself. "You shouldn't be nervous at all. It's just their opinion means a lot to me."

Your heart melted slightly at Jamie's confession. Of course, this was an important step in your relationship to him. There weren't many positive, male figures in Jamie's life, and you were happy he had found some in his coaches.

"Well," you began slowly. "I'm really excited to meet them. And it means a lot to me that you even want to introduce me."

"'Course I wanna introduce you, babe. Gotta show everyone how lucky I am." Jamie smirked, coming back to his usual self.

A laugh bubbled past your lips, and you leaned over to interlock your fingers with Jamie's, pressing a reassuring kiss to his knuckles. "Lead the way, then."

oOoOo

Once you got Jamie out of the car, it didn't take him long to drag you through the dog track and towards the gaffer's office. From afar, you could see four men huddled together, and you suddenly felt your heart begin to race. If Jamie had been feeling nervous, you were ten times more nervous to meet some of his role models.

"Jamie Tartt!" Ted's voice called out, alerting everyone to your presence before you could run away. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Well, uh, just wanted to stop by and introduce my partner here." he said, gesturing towards you as if presenting an award.

Beard and Ted shared a knowing look before turning their attention back to you and Jamie. Ted reached forward, grinning from ear to ear with his arm outstretched. "Well, howdy there. It's a real pleasure to meet the person Jamie's been jabbering on about. I'm Ted."

"Oh, of course I know who you are, Coach Lasso. It's an honor to meet you, all of you, in fact." you admitted, slightly bashful.

"None of that Coach business. Just Ted is fine." he insisted. "And, uh, this here is Beard, Nate the Great, and I'm sure you also know Mr. Roy Kent himself." Ted explained, suddenly leaning in towards you. "I promise he ain't as scary as he looks."

You couldn't help but let out a giggle, suddenly feeling much more comfortable in Ted's presence. Eventually, you and Jamie leant against the wall, getting to know four of the people who inspired such positive change in your boyfriend.

At one point, Jamie left to take a call, leaving you alone with his coaches. A comfortable silence fell over the group before Ted looked up at you with a comforting smile, words of wisdom ready to pour from his lips.

"I gotta say, it's been real nice to meet ya, y/n. I wasn't joking when I said Jamie's always mentioning you. And, now I don't mean to lecture, and I'm sure it goes without saying, but Jamie's a really special person. I know his past might be a bit dicey, but he's really put in the work to be his authentic self. And I think I speak for all of us when I say to take care of him, okay?" Ted asked, with Bread, Nate, and Roy all nodding their heads in agreement.

Tears began to prick at your eyes, so you bit your lip and nodded your head in agreement. "I promise." you whispered, so happy to be apart of Jamie's team.

Seconds later, the man in question popped his head back in the office and took note of the change in tone. "Everything all good in here?" he questioned a bit wearily.

"It's perfect." you reassured, reaching out to grab his hand once more.

And so, you said your goodbyes, promised to stop by for the next home game, and walked out with Jamie the same way you walked in - hand in hand. This time, feeling a little closer to the man you loved and who you were grateful to know.

[alastor-simp-page]

Charlastor Week 2024: The Princess and the Cat

HELL YEAH GUYS! CHARLASTOR DAY 1 IS HERE! And its Cursed Cat Charlastor for the prompt!!!

I decided to do a Princess and the Frog type thing: cursed-ish edition. I'm so sorry.

Alastor is turned into a Cursed Cat Alastor and the curse can only be broken if he kisses a princess. Otherwise, the only princess in Hell: Charlie. Chaos ensues.

Alastor disliked Susan. No, more than disliked…despised that old bitch. However thankfully he had created a useful system to avoid said bitch: the AL system. Yes, simple, he knows. It could simply be a sentence but no, he insisted on naming it after himself.

The first step is: abort. Abort the situation at all costs. And if that fails which it usually does no matter how many times he tries to slink away. The second step: laugh it off with the woman until she finally leaves him alone. Neither of these were working at the moment as the old woman was jabbering her head off mingled spit with words and all. 

The AL system was unfortunately not flawless. And Rosie wasn’t flawless either. Rather a traitor is what he should call her. “Alastor, you know I really gotta get going. The Emporium calls.” She tapped him on the shoulder, sauntering away but not before he grabbed her wrist.

“No, Rosie, you can’t leave me with…” Alastor’s crimson eyes glanced back to Susan who was now jabbing her cane at him, “with this!” 

Rosie’s black eyes crinkled as she held back a laugh. All she did was lean in and peck him on the cheek before giving him a little wave, “Toot-a-loo, Alastor.” She called before hurrying down the sidewalk to the Emporium.

Ugh. Alastor scoffed. The audacity of that woman. He loved her all the same but, well…he had abandoned her the last time the pair had an encounter with the all too charming Susan. Fair enough. 

He grumbled as Susan fixed her glasses on her nose and quizzed, “You getting cozy with the princess of Hell, Bambi? Eh?” The words fell off her upheld tongue like poison onto the sidewalk. A few cannibals on the side of the road turned their heads at her words. His stomach flipped over and twisted in his insides. 

Instead, he tilted his head, “Well, she’s my business partner. Nothing more, nothing less, Susan.” He shifted on his loafers, his gaze shifting to the blinking sign in the far distance of the Hotel. Pink lights against the eternally blazing sky of Hell.

Thud. He stumbled a few feet back, dazed and confused until he saw her extended cane. The nerve of her! Did she jab him with her cane? She spat, “You’re a fool, Alastor. A goddamn fool.” The old bitch huffed, adjusting her feathered hat and glaring at her from behind her glasses, “You know, I like you even if you’re a bit dense.”

Confusion flooded his senses. Was he supposed to be flattered or insulted? It was perhaps better if he didn’t know which. He wasn’t a fool nor was he dense, yet he knew better than to have a loose tongue. The last time a demonic Susan had ripped through that wrinkled skin and squinty eyes it wasn’t pleasant, at all. Alastor would never admit it to a soul, but it was terrifying even. There was a reason why Susan was the head of the town: the ultimate ruthless cannibal.

“How do you feel about cats, kid?” Susan wrinkled her nose, studying him through the eyeglasses. This woman was endlessly confusing. Switching subjects like a broken radio station. He’d grown used to her strange habits unfortunately. 

“I hate them.” Alastor said plainly, arching a brow at her. If anyone was a cat person, it had to be this crazy old woman. Only a cat could endure the hardship of a woman such as Susan: the art of simply tolerating. 

“Good.” Susan grinned. Oh. Oh no. Susan grinning? In a panic, shadows started to wreath around his figure in a vain attempt to escape yet it was too late. 

Crimson light grasped his ankles dragging him down into the pavement. A strange sensation washed over him as if his atoms were being pulled apart and put together again. A jigsaw puzzle made of ten different puzzles, fitting pieces that didn’t fit together.

He blinked. The world felt a bit bigger. And he was met with a horrifying sight: Susan’s hairy ankles. A small screech escaped him as he scrambled back on his legs. Legs? Something was strange. More fur than usually scratched at him. 

An ice chilling cackle split any of the confusion in two. Susan squatted down and tapped him on the nose, cooing at him, “Aren’t you an ugly looking thing.” A mirror was grasped in her too long fingers, and she presented it to him, “Take a look.”

✽ 

“CHARLE! CHARLIE THERE’S A WERID ASS FUCKING CAT OUTSIDE!” The screaming awoke her. There was no mistake that it was Angel Dust’s voice. At this point it was routine. She blinked a few times as the light streamed across her bed, caressing her with its warm glow. Charlie groaned, sitting up in her bed and kicking on some fluffy slippers. 

No rest for the wicked, she supposed, perks of being the Princess of Hell. She stumbled out of the door into the empty hallway, half awake, and half asleep. That tired fogginess still clouded her brain as she dragged herself down the stairs.

She could handle a weird cat. At least Niffty hadn’t started another fire. Charlie didn’t know how many more coffee machines she could afford if that kept up. Her Dad might finally cut the trust fund.

“What? What! I’m here. What’s wrong?” Charlie almost flopped onto the floor as she dragged herself towards the crowd around the door. The carpet was soft enough that she wanted to curl up on it and go nap again. Well, she was the hotelier. Wait, she scanned the various heads of her guests. Where is Alastor? 

She frowned but still pushed her way through. So much for him handling “crisis duty” while she took a much-needed nap. Angel Dust let out a breath as he saw Charlie emerge, “Thank God, you’re here Charlie. What the fuck do we do with this?” He pointed a finger at the problem sitting on their doormat.

Charlie blinked once. Twice. It was a cat. Yes, a weird one, an appropriate description. It had an almost pomegranate colored fur and little black colored “socks” on its feet and far too fuzzy ears. It’s too wide crimson eyes glared up at her with one monocle placed under its right eye. A golden smile stretched across its face. It looked…familiar. She tilted her head at the sight. It was…weird but cute. 

Without thinking twice, she scooped up the little demonic cat in her arms. Vaggie screeched beside her, holding out a hand, “Charlie!” 

Something warm pooled in her heart as she looked at its too wide eyes. “Awww!” Charlie clutched the strange looking cat close to her chest, nuzzling her head into the top of its head. “You’re a little cutie, aren’t you?” She cooed.

“Put me down.” Something said. No, someone? Something? 

Charlie lifted her head, staring around at everyone. “Did someone say something?” Angel Dust looked to Husk who looked to Vaggie who then looked to Niffty. A shrug was the universal answer.  

“PUT ME DOWN!” The voice hissed louder. 

“Uh…I think the cat just talked,” Angel Dust stared wide eyed at the demonic bundle in her arms. 

“What?” Charlie looked down at the cat. Its smile was stretched thin, its ears all the way back.

And it spoke through its golden smile. “PUT ME DOWN!”

“GAHHHHH!” Charlie screamed as she dropped the cat like a sack of potatoes and stumbled a few steps back. A loud yell accompanied the chaos as everyone scrambled away from the demonic thing. 

To be continued underneath...

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Wild's Wolf (Modern AU): Febuwhump Day 15--Who did this to you?

When they escaped the compound in a sprint and piled into Time’s rusted old truck, peeling out of the dimly lit parking lot with a shriek of rubber against concrete, he did the first thing he always did when he got himself into trouble. 

He called Malon.

Time’s knuckles blanched white around the steering wheel as the phone rang all the way through on the first try, as well as the second and the third. On the fourth ring, she finally picked up.

“Link.” Her sleepy voice warbled through the phone’s old speaker. She sounded… pissed. “What’re you doing, calling at two in the morning? Why aren’t you in bed? When did you slip out? Where are you?”

“Sorry dear, a work thing came up—”

“—Who’s talking?” came the frightened bark from the backseat. “Where’s ‘at voice a’coming from? Mr. Time?”

“—do you have someone with you, honey?” Malon asked, sounding fractionally more alert now. There was a shifting on the other side of the line, likely Malon pushing back the covers and rising out of bed. “What’s going on? What in the world did they say?”

“Don’t worry about it, kid, it’s just my wife,” Time said lowly, then raised his voice to be heard over the speaker. “Yes, sweetheart, listen. I’d love to answer all of your questions when I see you. I’ll be home in about thirty minutes.”

Time glanced up into the rear-view mirror. The agency hadn’t given chase, not yet anyways, given the dark, empty highway road stretching out behind them. The wolf boy—Twilight, Time had gathered after their most recent conversations, not just Wolf —cradled Wild in his arms, braced awkwardly against the movements of the car and looking every bit a caged animal as he watched the world speed by outside the car’s dusty windows. Wild himself lay slack and quiet across the backseat, dried blood spilling over his pale face from the gash at his hairline. Time wasn’t sure if he was fully conscious or not—his torn hospital gown made it hard to tell if he was even alive, the way it washed him out. 

Malon said nothing to his dismissal, patiently waiting for some explanation in the crackling silence. “We’re, uh…” Time broke at last as he turned his eyes to the road.  “We’re going to be having some… guests this morning. Would you mind to prepare the guest bedroom? And get out that old med kit you’ve got in the top of the dresser, while you’re at it. And that bag of chocolates in my desk drawer.”

“The med kit? Are you hurt?” Malon’s next words were low, tense. “And just who are the guests you’re bringing home with you?” A heavy sigh. “What have you gotten yourself into now, Fairy Boy? ”

Time winced. “Nothing—nothing bad,” he lied through his teeth as he again checked the rear-view mirror. Still no cars tailing him, yet. Good. But they knew where he lived. His house would be the first place they checked, if they decided to come after him despite his threats to go to the news about their whole secret human experimentation project. “M-m-make sure that the boys stay in bed, Malon, we can explain things to them in the morning. And don’t forget those chocolates.”

“Alright, Link.” A heavy sigh rang out from the other end of the line. “You better know what you’re doing.”

Click!

Time resisted the urge to slam his own forehead against the steering wheel. “Oooooh, she’s gonna be so upset about this,” he said to the empty air. “I’m going to be out in the doghouse for a month.”

“You did not tell me that your wife is a fierce goddess, Mr. Time,” Twilight whispered, wide-eyed. Those long ears of his stood pricked up and alert, nearly completely upright as they swiveled as if to catch her voice again. “That she may use her powerful influence to project her holy presence to our lowly senses, whilst she is absent from this place of being herself? And yet you dare to incur her wrath upon yourself, so much so that she shall transform you into a lowly dog? What offering must we make to appease her fury?”

Aaaaaaand that was their jabber nuts reaching the time limit of their magic. “No, she’s not a goddess, and that’s just a figure of speech.” Time restrained himself from making a joking comment about her in regards to that—he’d just confuse the boy more. He dug into the sack of candies in his front shirt pocket and passed two jabber nuts back, careful to keep one eye on the road. “Take another one of these. See if Wild will eat one as well.” 

Twilight hummed suspiciously, muttering something to himself that Time could no longer parse out without the jabber nut’s magic, but took the chocolate candies from his palm. Time popped another one into his own mouth just as headlights appeared on the horizon behind them. He veered off the nearest exit and turned on the winding road that led through the woods and eventually, to the farm.

“D’you reckon he’ll be alright, sir?” Twilight asked a few quiet minutes later. “He’s lookin real hurt back here. Ain’t woken up once since we hightailed it out of that curs’ed place.”

Time smiled at the sudden difference in the sound of his voice. The jabber nuts were funny in that they not only translated the meaning of a person’s words, but they also conveyed how that person’s words would come across to a native speaker. Not only did that mean tone indicators such as sarcasm—underneath the jabber nut’s magic, Time did not hear that upwards lilt of an interrogative with Twilight’s question, perhaps their language had a specific word that signified such a thing—but it also imbued an accent, when applicable. For Wild, his voice was an unremarkable American English, which meant he likely spoke the most common iteration of their language. For Twilight, the jabber nut’s magic chose to give him a deep, drawling southern accent. Perhaps he had originally been a farmer, or he hailed from a stereotypically less educated corner of their home country, or maybe he was just from a rural area. Time could only guess what the magic had picked up on. The academic, professorly side of him noted it as something to look into more deeply later.

“I’m sure that he’ll be fine, he just needs to sleep off whatever they did to him,” Time said smoothly. But the vicious blow to the Wild’s head and the jerking of his thin body from the electricity's effects after those researchers had shocked him for daring to fight back—it might take a little bit more than a good night’s sleep to heal. “Malon—that’s my wife who you heard talking earlier—will fix him right up, I’m sure of it.”

“So, I reckon I did understand that right, earlier—that’s where you’re taking us? To your wife?” Twilight mumbled as he leaned his arm against the window, watching the world fly by. His hand carded absently through Wild’s bloodied hair. “You said that you’d help me get him back, an’ we’d be free to go. You ain’t never mentioned taking us nowhere other than back home.”

Time’s heart ached at the kid’s betrayed, defensive tone. “I did say that. And you will be home, soon, I promise,” he soothed. As if the forest they’d survived in before would be safe anymore, given that people knew about them now. Time shook his head. That was a bridge to cross and a conversation to have another day. “I’m just taking you to my home to make sure that Wild’s okay. You want him to be okay, don’t you?”

Time felt even worse, then, for turning such horribly manipulative phrasing upon the kid in order to gain his compliance. But it worked, and Twilight shrunk into himself with a meek nod.

“Good. We’ll be there in 15 minutes.” Time peered at the both of them in the backseat. Twilight was nearly standing now in order to withstand the jostling movement of the car on the winding country roads. His back was pressed against the car door and legs braced stiltedly against the floorboard, turning him all askew where he tried to keep Wild’s head in his lap despite such a position. Wild’s eyes remained closed. “Sit down and put your seatbelt on, Twilight. It’s dangerous to be unbuckled in a moving car.”

“Put on my what?” Twilight’s icy blue eyes snapped to Time, his ears pinning back in alarm. “Dangerous to be unbelted in a what?”

Ah. The jabber nuts, despite their magic, did not have the power to translate everything, especially when a concept was not shared between respective languages.

“Nevermind,” Time muttered, turning onto another street. “Just stay seated and hope that I don’t crash before we get there.”

Finally, they pulled into the gravel driveway. Battered fence posts ran along either side of the road, penning in the horses and cows that would all be asleep in the big red barns at the backside of the property. The vegetable gardens lay to one side; the white farmhouse loomed on the other side at the top of the hill; the kitchen light flicked on, and if Time squinted, he could spot Malon’s silhouette shadowing the window.

“Listen, boys, we’re here.” Time spoke up. Twilight, previously nodding off, jerked to attention in the backseat. Wild remained still, but Time thought he saw his eyes flicker open at his words. “When we go inside, I want you to go and sit in the living room. I’ll talk to Malon. She’s likely gonna want a pretty good explanation on all of this, and I’d rather it come from me.”

“An’ if she turn you inta dog?” Twilight asked tremulously. Wild made a little confused noise on his lap, and Twilight returned to petting his head, looking very, very stressed about the idea. “What’re we s’posed to do then?”

“She’s not going to turn me into a dog, Twilight,” Time answered tersely. She may kill me, though. He knew better than to voice that thought—the jabber nuts were clearly not doing a good enough job to translate the idea of irony to the poor kid. Time pulled up the car to the garage, parking in front of the closed doors. “Alright, everybody get out.”

Just as Time stepped around the vehicle to release a trapped Twilight from the backseat—he’d forgotten the boy wouldn’t know how to use the latch—the front door to the house opened. Light spilled onto the driveway.

“Link!” Malon’s scolding voice nearly made him cower in its intensity. “Just where have you been? Two in the morning, calling me telling me—”

“Shh, shh, shh, shh!” Time begged, waving his arms. He raised a finger to his lips. “One’s got a head injury, you’re gonna hurt his ears.”

Malon took in a deep, preparatory breath, but right on cue, Twilight unfolded himself out of the car—a mess of lanky limbs and unsteady after the long, unfamiliar ride—and her lecture petered out then and there. He clutched Wild, still so small and shivering, to his chest. “Uh… ‘Lo, Mrs. Malon.” Twilight seemed to attempt to dip into a respectful bow, but the precious cargo in his arms made it difficult to complete the gesture. He ended up bending his head over Wild, the tips of his ears downturned. Always with the ears. Time didn’t remember there being so much body language about them. But it had been decades since he’d last seen them, after all. “Nice t’meet you, ma’am.”

“Oh my god, where did you get two kids?” Malon whispered, her hands over her mouth. “Looks like you picked up a hobo and a psych ward escapee.”

“Like I said, work,” Time said briskly, retrieving and shouldering his professor’s satchel from the passenger’s seat. “Did you eat one of the chocolates already?”

“Of course I did, Link.”

“Then stop insulting the poor boys, because they can understand you, too, and they’ve been through a lot today.”

Malon huffed, crossing her arms as she looked over the two. Twilight stepped forwards, then, and his knees seemed to shake underneath him beneath her gaze, but he stood tall. “I’ve heard lots about you from Mr. Time, kind ma’am. Can… can you help my lil brother, please?”

“I’m afraid I can’t say the same. My husband likes to keep his secrets, it seems.” The look Malon sent Time was deadly. Then, as if on a dime, her voice changed to a soft, motherly coo as she turned her attention to Wild. “Oh, you poor boy, you." She placed a gentle hand over his forehead, brushing his bangs to the side; he gazed back, his eyes open but glassy and unseeing. "Who did this to you?” 

“C’mon inside, dearies, I’ll get you and your little brother all fixed up, and get you something to fill your stomachs too?” She took Wild from Twilight with ease—and Twilight let her, surprisingly enough—then headed for the front door. “And while we’re doing that, my husband and I will talk. That sound alright to you?”

“Yes ma’am!” Twilight followed her readily inside, a skip to his step that Time had never seen from him before. Time trailed far behind, a shadow staying out of Malon’s blazing sight. Oh, he was in so much trouble.

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Connected to your CG!Papyrus and Regressors!Sans and Flowey idea...

It's, mostly, just Papyrus sitting down, holding two little ones in his arms (maybe they're sleeping or something, I don't know) when somebody with ill intentions tries to get to them, so Papyrus just... goes into a protective brother/dad mode, silently scaring the offender away, before again smiling sweetly to the kiddos.

Because those are his babies. No one is allowed to do bad stuff with them

Ta-da! *glitter bomb* Drabble for the UT agere ask (please send me more of these /srs)! (though I think it got a bit off-topic 😅-)

(Papyrus talks in all caps, usage of '~' for a whine, and the story might be a bit wordy and confusing(?) because I haven't written in a literal year)

The echo flowers jabbered on as they always did, but Papyrus wasn’t focused on them. The constantly humid grass squished under his glove, soft to the touch, and the tall skeleton was glad he lacked skin to avoid the wetness seeping into his battle body. The warmth of the two individuals curling against him helped, too, he supposed. Papyrus leaned against the stone wall carefully to not jostle the sleeping secondary skeleton in his arms. Purely blue water, emitting a serene glow, gushed through the riverbed just near the three, and the distant fall of rain pattered against itself.

Papyrus glanced at his two little ones fondly but frowned slightly at what he saw. With a quiet sigh, he chided, "FLOWEY, PLEASE DON'T ANTAGONIZE SANS."

Flowey, a temporarily potted golden flower, had spat out his pacifier (which ended up bumping harmlessly against his pot due to the clip tied around it) to stick his tongue out at his reluctant companion, who had been nestled in Papyrus' other arm. He blew a raspberry rather childishly. Sans stirred a bit and lazily cracked open an eye.

Flicking his bony hand from where it had been tucked against his chest, the skeleton's open eye flashed briefly as Flowey's pacifier, now back in his mouth, and accompanying clip glowed blue.

"Mmf-!" Flowey made a noise as his pacifier fell to the floor, bringing him with it. Refusing to simply let go of it, the flower tried fruitlessly to pull it back up, only managing to lift it an inch or two before it fell back down. Flowey pouted, still not letting go.

Papyrus narrowed his eyesockets disapprovingly. He turned to look down at Sans, who looked satisfied at Flowey's struggle, "THAT GOES DOUBLE FOR YOU, BROTHER. YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER," despite his best efforts (and his understanding of manners), the taller skeleton couldn't bring himself to sound too stern. Still, Sans looked upset at the words nonetheless and shrunk in on himself with self-contempt.

"...sorry, pap..." he mumbled, still sleepy. Papyrus stopped his attempt at sternness and clicked guiltily.

"IT'S ALRIGHT, BABYBONES," he cooed quietly, reaching his hand up to push his brother back against his shoulder and simultaneously massage the top of his skull, "I'M NOT MAD, OK?"

Sans nudged his younger brother affectionately, accepting his words with a noncommital hum. Papyrus chuckled under his breath, shifting him so they could lean comfortably against each other.

A vine poked the skeleton on the shoulder a bit harshly. Flowey, finally popping his paci out of his mouth, flopped against Papyrus' arm dramatically.

"'Pyrus~," he whined, staring up at him with innocently pleading eyes. The skeleton in question, disregarding the tone, shifted his gaze to him and moved his hand so the flower rested on his glove instead of his arm. Flowey pushed himself into the worn-down fabric tearfully, inhaling.

"WHAT IS IT, FRIEND?" Flowey hadn't liked any other nicknames Papyrus had tried to come up with, so they had stuck to the usual. The flower didn't clarify, only letting out a sad but short whine. Papyrus' metaphorical brow creased before he caught sight of the still-blue pacifier stuck to the floor, "AH, RIGHT, YOUR SOOTHER."

Moving his hand to undo what Sans had done and eliminating the gravity magic, Papyrus watched as Flowey quickly took the freed binky to his mouth again and gratefully sucked on it. The flower stared up at his caregiver with adoring eyes and earned an equally as adoring laugh when he burrowed into Papyrus' scarf, shutting his eyes contently.

"I LOVE YOU, TOO, FLOWEY." He muttered, taking care to be extremely light when stroking the petals.

His two boys seemingly fell asleep in a matter of minutes. Papyrus slowly rubbed small circles where his thumbs lay, occasionally humming parts of songs he knew. He loved days like these. Sans and Flowey were the two people he cared about most (even if that was a bit of an overestimate since Undyne was also of equal standing), and the tall skeleton enjoyed caring for both of them when it mattered. Papyrus had always wanted to nourish something, even in small ways - like cooking pasta. To have his two most beloved people depend on him so trustingly felt nice. He felt...well, even more productive than usual!

Papyrus snapped his head up from where he'd been trying to keep Flowey's pacifier in his mouth (the flower tended to cry if it fell out while he slept) by a squelching sound.

*Moldsmal incidentally crosses your path!

The skeleton pulled his two charges away from the burbling mass of jelly out of that familiar protective instinct. Moldsmal wasn't exactly 'dangerous', per se, but any attack would disrupt his little ones' sleep, and Papyrus wouldn't like that for them at all - it took a lot for both of them to sleep at the same time.

Eyes narrowing, he visibly shuffled further from the Moldsmal, who was still making its purr-like noises.

"NYEH..." he drawled in a warning tone, making sure it knew he meant business. The Moldsmal blurbled something - maybe an apology - as it jiggled with nerves. Silently, it wobbled away from the trio, its noises sounding a bit offended now.

Papyrus nodded with satisfaction as he watched it go. There, now they were all safe. Sans mumbled something and shifted. Papyrus leaned back into the wall behind him.

Yes, days like these were very nice.

(oh golly, that's long. I went off-topic, but I think it turned out fine. I enjoyed writing it, too! Undertale age regression asks are my favorites!)

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The Daughter of the Phoenix~

Hello my dear readers! Welcome back to the next chapter of The Daughter of the Phoenix! I hope you enjoyed the last one, and I hope you enjoy this one just as much. Just a little reminder that this is a “HSR Men x F. Reader” situation type deal! :) Here is part I if you haven’t read that yet! Also, let me know if you’d like to be included in the tag list. I have notifications turned on now, so I should now be able to see who comments on my posts; so, I should get back to you very quickly! Anyways, I’ll stop with all this jibber jabber and let you read. Have fun~

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Warnings: a bit of swearing, a bit of violence towards the end…I think that is all!

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I felt my body slowly wake up after what seemed to be forever. My eyes were heavy, making it almost impossible to open them. As I slowly gained back consciousness, I started to feel pain run up and throughout my body. It was almost like I was on fire and no matter what, I couldn’t get rid of it.

Suddenly, I heard two voices talking to one another. One sounded like a girl, and the other sounded like a boy. 

Wait…where am I? 

My eyes snapped wide open, only to be met with a bright light. I slightly shut them this time, letting them adjust to the light difference. 

“Hey! She’s awake!” The female voice spoke.

She began to slightly shake me, making my head dizzy. 

“Stop doing that. You can clearly see she is getting sick from it.” The male voice said

“Oh, sorry! I was just trying to help her wake up.”

That’s when I budded in and began to speak…well tried to at least

“Where…where am I?” I said. My voice was extremely hoarse, making it hard for the two to fully understand me. 

The girl placed her hand on my arm, trying her best to soothe me.

“Don’t worry. You are safe here with us. We tried to help you to the best of our abilities. But some of your injuries were far too deep to fully heal.” She said

Soon enough, my eyes adjusted to the light and I took this time to observe my surroundings. I was…outside? Tall and bushy trees surrounded us, the morning sun’s rays just barely passing through them, giving it this ethereal look. The soft, grassy ground was wet from the morning dew, dampening my clothes. I looked down to look at my body, seeing deep wounds and bruises all over my body with a few bandages wrapped around my legs, torso, and arms. I also noticed that I was wearing what looked to be a hospital gown. 

I tried to push myself up, but realized that my body was so weak and injured that I couldn’t even do that.

“Woah, woah. Just relax, okay? Your body is pretty banged up, so you need to give it some time to heal.” She said

“W…What happened?” I tried to speak again. I tried desperately to remember how I got into this situation, but no matter how hard I tried, nothing came to mind. Now that I continue to wander in my own mind, I quickly realize that I can’t remember anything besides my own name! I was dragged out of my own thoughts when the man began to speak.

“We were wondering the same thing. You're lucky we were here to catch you. Otherwise, you would’ve died. What the hell were you even doing up there?” The man asked, trying his hardest to understand what was going on.

“Dan!” The girl yelled

“What? All I’m trying to do is see why she was up there.” He replied

“Up…where?” I asked, confused as to what they were talking about

“In the sky! You were falling at like 120 miles per hour!” She said

“I was?” I asked again, still not sure as to why I was all the way up there

“You mean…you have no memory of what you were doing up there? Or what caused you to fall?” Dan asked, perplexed.

I shook my head.

“Well, do you at least know what caused you to get injured this badly?” The woman asked, making me shake my head once again.

“I can’t…I can’t seem to remember anything at all.” I spoke up

“What about your family? They must be worried about you? Any friends? Pets even?” The girl said

“No. Nothing.” 

“Hmmm. It would seem that your body has experienced a lot of trauma that somehow caused your mind to block out any memory you had. Do you at least remember your name?” Dan asked

“Y/n…Y/n L/n.” 

“Well it's wonderful to meet you, Y/n! My name is March 7th! And this jerk to the left of me is, as I’m sure you heard, Dan Heng–ow! What was that for?” March whined after Dan stepped on her foot.

“Why are you telling her our identities? She could be with you know who!” He whispered to her.

“Oh come on, Dan! Look at her!” March said, kneeling back down to you, placing her hands around your face and cuddling up to you.

“She doesn’t even look like she could harm a fly!” She said

“What is he talking about?” You asked her

“Oh don’t worry about him. He's just paranoid that you could possibly be siding with a man who is maybe, kind of, most definitely trying to destroy us.” She explained

“Destroy you??” You asked with a concerned look

“Or maybe take over the world…to be honest, we don’t really know. But what we do know is that he is out for something. And whatever that is, it must be important because some of the townspeople have been dealing with him lately. They’ve managed to keep it tame for some time, but every time he comes back, it gets worse for them.” She finished

“I see…well, I’m not sure what I’m doing here…or where I am from. But I can tell you one thing. I am not with whoever it is you are talking about. Well at least I don’t think I am….” You said, scratching your head

March smiled down at you, hugging you tightly. Dan, however, just stared at you with a look of uncertainty, not sure if he fully believes you or not.

“Oh I just knew you couldn’t hurt a fly! Welcome to our not so large group!” March said

“Are you kidding me? She is not joining us. I still don’t trust her, not to mention that we barely even know her!” Dan said to March, pulling her away from me.

March pushed Dan away, glaring at him

“Oh hush, you! Give her a chance to prove herself!” March said, making Dan roll his eyes.

“No way.”

“Oh please, Dan! Please!” She asked, using her puppy dog eyes. She kept asking Dan over and over again, which you couldn’t help find a little funny. Eventually, Dan quickly grew tired of her and sighed.

“Alright! She can come with us. Just stop with that nonsense.” He said to her, moving his eyes towards my direction. He pointed his finger at me, looking at me with menace.

“And you. If you slip up even once, you are done.” He said sternly.

I nodded, swearing to them both that I will not be a burden to them and prove myself worthy.

“Oh goody! Soooo, what can you do!” March asked, sitting next to you.

“What do you mean?” I asked her with a questioning look.

“Like what kind of abilities do you have? Can you fight? Can you heal? Can you help us at all with defense?” 

I just stared at her with a blank stare, still struggling to even remember who I am.

“March, she just told us a while ago that she can’t remember anything.” Dan said, holding the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“I know. I just thought I’d ask. I wanted to see if she could remember that.”

“She also might not have any ability at all.” He said

They began arguing once again. They were just like siblings who were both at the age of 5.

Quickly you budded in because you were starting to find their arguing a bit troublesome instead of funny. It was giving you a pounding headache.

“If I may.” You interrupted, making them both look at you

“I do not know if I am capable of anything like that…but I feel that I can learn rather quickly if you allow me to come with you.”

March’s eyes sparkled as she clasped her hands together.

“I love that idea! You can be our little apprentice who learns the way of the true fighter.” She said, looking off into the distance in her own little world.

Dan looked at March with confusion, but dismissed her to look back at you.

“I guess that wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Just make sure you don’t fall behind. We have things to get done and we can’t waste any of that time carrying you on our backs.” Dan said.

“Dan, she literally can’t walk! Look at her!” March said

“Oh, I’m sure I can walk now by myself…at least I think.” I said, looking down at my legs. Honestly, I lied. I knew it would be extremely painful to walk right now. But I don’t want to be left alone…and I also don’t want to start this off with them having to carry me around everywhere. 

I tried to push myself up, only to feel throbbing pain everywhere. March pushed me back down as she instantly took notice.

“Y/n. You need to not move a single muscle. Whatever you went through caused a great deal of damage to your body. If you continue to move without resting and letting yourself heal, you might cause future issues that could cause issues for you and the rest of us.” She said. Dan turned on his heel to go look for a way out of the forest, telling us that he will be back.

“But I-”

“No buts. Look, I know you don’t want to seem like a burden to us, but trust me, you aren’t. I know Dan may seem a bit…unique with his attitude, but he is only acting this way because he is confused. He can’t explain what happened to you or how you even got here. Therefore, he is struggling to trust you because he can’t understand. Once you get to truly know him, you will realize that there is a soft side to him. It just takes time. Once he gets used to you, he will open up a bit more and you may even find yourself to become good friends with him.”

“But he doesn’t seem like he wants to be around me at all.”

“It’s just because he doesn’t know what to do right now. Dan is that type of person to be reserved and professional about almost anything. But trust me when I say this. He will not leave you behind. He is not the type of person to do that. If he was, he would’ve left me behind a long time ago with how easily distracted I get.”

“Really?”

“Oh are you kidding me? Almost every mission we go on, I am always the one that slows us down because I want to enjoy everything we are doing! Dan just wants to get to point A to point B and get it done and over with. Honestly, I think it’s the reason we work so well together. He keeps me on track, but I allow him to actually enjoy life rather than being so uptight.” She said

“And now with you, it's going to be so much fun! Who knows what new adventures you bring us! Or what new talents you bring us!” She said

“But…Dan said I might not have any ability-”

“So what? You don’t have to have a special ability to have talent! You could be helpful in other numerous ways! You could help gather up a team to help us on our missions! You could help spy on others to help with our missions! You could even just help us by traveling long distances to search for things or talk to others for our missions! Don’t get down on yourself so easily! You never know what potential you have if you don’t try!” She said

“Yeah…I guess you're right.” I said, thankful for her kind and inspiring words. 

Just as she finished, Dan came back in a full sprint.

“Dan? What’s wrong?” March asked

Before he could open his mouth, a large screeching sound was heard from behind him. My eyes opened wide as I realized we were in danger.

Damn it! Why right now!

“Shit! We need to get out quick! We can’t fight a shape shifter right now!” March said, grabbing a hold of me.

“Dan! Help me get her up!” March said. Dan quickly sprinted towards us and, without struggle, picked me up in his arms. March and Dan began to run as fast as they could, not wanting to waste a single second.

The screeching got louder and louder, however. I lifted my head a bit to see what exactly we were running from, only to see a gigantic creature running towards us. It looked like a knight in shining armor, only more terrifying. 

It raised its hand and balled its hand up into a fist, causing a large lightning bolt to hit only inches away from us, making me shriek. 

Soon, another hit, knocking March to her knees. Dan stopped in his tracks, looking down at March.

He ran to her and helped her up.

“You alright?” He asked. She nodded, panting.

Dan looked up ahead, seeing that it would be near impossible for them to escape this without getting severely injured. It would be better to just face the enemy and get it done and over with.

You noticed that they weren’t moving and grew nervous. They weren’t seriously thinking about stopping that thing were they??

“Get her to safety.” March said, pointing towards me.

Dan nodded and ran you over to a large tree to hide you. He looked into your eyes with a bit of concern

“Stay here and don’t move, alright?” He asked, well, more like ordered.

I nodded anyway and stayed back, watching them fight the creature. Lightning was shooting from all sides, freaking me out a bit. Though, the two of them seemed like they knew exactly what to do. They attacked the creature from both sides, not giving it a single chance to strike back. Their only worries were the lightning strikes hitting the ground, but even with that, they seemed to avoid each one.

Unfortunately, one of the lightning bolts nearly hit me, making me scream a bit. I ran my hand over my mouth, hoping they didn’t hear that. That didn’t work, however, because I felt a large hand grab my leg, making me scream loudly this time. I was suddenly lifted up into the air upside down, hanging by my foot.

I looked up to see another one of those creatures, looking at me with sinister eyes.

Dan turned around to look for me, only to see the position I was in.

‘Y/n!” He yelled, running towards me.

March also looked and gasped. Before she could do anything, though, she was flung back into a tree from the first shape shifter, causing her to lose her breath.

Dan ran up and tried to help me, but the shape shifter behind him grabbed onto him and threw him around, causing him a great deal of damage. 

The creature looked at me and struck me with a bolt of lightning, sending shocks all throughout my body. 

I yelled in agony as my already injured body was facing more and more damage. 

“Y/n…” 

My face turned from one in pain to one with confusion as I looked around to see who said my name.

Everything was in slow motion, but it was all very blurry. Suddenly, I started to see a smokey silhouette from afar. It was pitch black and it was flying with its wings. It looked like a bird.

“Let me in, Y/n…Let me help you…” It whispered in my head, its voice echoing this whole time.

“W-Who…are you?” I whispered, making the creature holding me upside down confused.

“That is not important right now, my dear…Right now, you must let me take over so that I can help you.” It said, still standing far away from me. 

Before I could respond, however, my eyes were getting very heavy from all the pain that was being put on me. It’s funny. For some reason, I feel like I am having deja vu…but I can’t remember for the life of me why that is. 

Having no power left in me, I just accepted my fate and closed my eyes, falling into yet another deep slumber.

“I’ll make sure you are protected, no matter what…” The voice said to me before I passed out.

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Dan and March sat up, their heads bleeding and pounding from the attacks they just received. 

March looked around for you, seeing that you were still being held upside down with even more injuries to your body. Her and Dan’s eyes opened wide as they saw you hanging there with your eyes closed.

“Y/n!” They both called out for you, standing up quickly to run and help you.

That was quickly put to an end when a large amount of lightning strikes surrounded them, creating a wall between you and them.

“Y/n! Wake up! Please, wake up!” March yelled, trying to find a way out to help you.

The lightning strikes kept getting closer to them, making the two stick right to each other.

There was no way out unless they ran right through it at the right time.

They both looked up at you, seeing the creature about to strike you again.

“Y/n!” Dan yelled out, trying to run through, only to get shocked. He was flung back into March, knocking her over as well.

Just as they thought you were done for, they looked up only to see your body…absorbing the shocks around you??

The two’s eyes widened as they watched the electricity go into your body, surrounding your skin with white cracks.

The two creatures looked at you with turned heads, curious as to how you were doing this.

All four of them took notice of how your arms started to turn a blackish/greenish color, the bright white cracks still present in your skin.

In a matter of seconds, your eyes opened wide, completely black with a bit of smoke seething out of the outer corners of your eyes. In that moment, a large scream emitted from your mouth, allowing a surge of energy to burst out of your body. 

The bright energy blast that escaped your body ran through the forest, pushing the trees back and even breaking them a bit. The ground beneath you all began to push downward due to the force of the blast. Most importantly, however, the blast touched the two beasts surrounding you two and completely disintegrated them into dust.

Since they disappeared, the lightning also disappeared and allowed March and Dan to be freed.

In a moment of shock, they stood there, amazed at what you just did, yet also a bit cautious. They weren’t sure what else you were going to do…or if you even knew what you were going to do.

But their thoughts quickly eroded away when they saw your body turn back to normal almost instantly and start to fall to the ground. 

Dan sprinted towards you, making sure to catch your body once again. He just barely made it to you, falling to the ground with you in his arms.

He looked down at you to see you were in the same shape as you were when he first caught you in the sky, making his curiosity about you increase.

“We need to get her proper medical help. Right away. Her pulse is barely there again…and I fear it will be harder to heal her with just us two. Come on, we need to get back to the others.” Dan said, standing up and placing you on his back, allowing you to rest.

March followed behind, worried about what just happened…and worried if you were going to make it.

And as much as Dan didn’t want to admit it, he was just as worried as well.

The two of them traveled as fast as they could to get back to someone they knew who could help, and who they knew was close by.

Bailu

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That’s all, my sweet readers! I hope you enjoyed this, and please, let me know if there are any mistakes or issues because I am always open to constructive criticism to help improve my writing! With that being said, I hope you all have a lovely rest of your day/night!

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Here's a snippet from the up-and-coming chapter of Icarus. This chapter starts immediately after Abu Dhabi 2021.

He hadn’t driven badly. The safety car had lost him a couple positions, and he had finished out of the points. But he hadn’t driven badly. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. A delighted whoop far above. Daniel looks up, watches as the Ferrari drivers celebrate their last race of the season in a breathtaking tandem dive, Charles’s white dove wings and Carlos’s dark imperial Spanish eagle wings a whirlwind of feathers. Ever competitive, they drop into a tight double-helix as they approach the lights of the paddock, as if daring each other to pull up first. “Don’t crash into each other, fuck!” Pierre shouts from the next roof over. Beside him, Yuki looks up at the diving pair, a look of fascinated terror on his face. The Ferrari pair continue to fall. Pierre’s wings spike. “Charles–!” Carlos curses fluently in Spanish as he bails out, his wings flaring with a thunderous snap, and Charles cackles as he twists nimbly out of his dive to land lightly beside a delighted Yuki. Charles’s race boots barely make a sound as they whisper over concrete. Camera flashes from the paddock below. Daniel shuffles back from the edge of the roof and behind a rooftop cooling unit. He doesn’t want any pictures in social media of him sitting alone on the McLaren roof, feeling sorry for himself. On the next roof over, Carlos is attempting to hug Charles or to strangle him or both. It is hard to tell. Pierre still looks a bit angry with Charles, but Yuki is jabbering a mile a minute about wanting to try the double-helix descent, and Pierre’s expression melts into fondness. The kind of fondness that only applies to flock. Daniel feels his gut lurch. He thinks of Max, somewhere in the throng of people in the Energy Station, in the place where Daniel used to belong. Carlos is still chasing his teammate in circles around the Alpha Tauri pair. “Best two out of three, Charles, come on–” “Admit it, Carlos!” Charles laughs, ducking under Carlos’s retaliatory shove. “You may be better at golf but I am better at flying.” Carlos catches Charles at last, sandwiching him between Carlos’s massive wings, and Charles’s protests turn muffled in Carlos’s feathers. Wheezing giggles drift across the rooftop. A lump rises in Daniel’s throat. He ducks back into the pool of shadow cast by the cooling unit, tugging his knees to himself. He wishes he thought to bring his headphones. He had come up here to avoid Zak’s acidic, fake-happy comments about coming fourth in the constructors’ when McLaren had been third last year. Daniel knows most of the blame probably rests on his shoulders, even if nobody is saying it outright. A couple more points every race and they’d have had a serious chance of beating Ferrari. His wings hurt.

Don't worry. Daniel doesn't sit alone for long.

More tomorrow or the day after.

Tagging @wafflesrisa, @orchidzach, and anyone else who would like a crack at this!

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Average Weekly Screentime - Chap 5: Happy Holidays

pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago

word count: 1323

warnings/tags: college au, texting, drunk texting, text fic (mostly, there's prose a few chaps in), bets, bisexual!jake peralta, jake peralta has adhd, parties, drinking and alcohol, sexual references, implied sexual content (nothing explicit, just suggested its going to happen/has happened), friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of cannibalism, lighthearted threats of violence (typical rosa stuff yk), fluff

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Story Summary: texting fic college AU with the squad! It's the beginning of the school year and while everyone else thinks it'll be the same as the previous year, Gina has a feeling things are going to be different and wagers a bet with Rosa and Charles. Told through all the various group chats everyone is in.

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: This is a bit of a shorter one but I wanted to get something out before the previously talked about NYE party!

[07:12pm, Saturday]

Cameron: 1 image attached Cameron: It’s delicious in case you were wondering

Ferris: SO mean to send me pics of soup rn

Cameron: Haha sorry, not sorry Cameron: If it’s any consolation the soup comes at the cost of my sanity

Ferris: do elaborate

Cameron: My nieces and nephews are ensuring there is not a moment of peace and/or quiet in this house

Ferris: one day we can trade spots Ferris: u can sit with my mom and d a d (gross) all by urself

Cameron: Your dad is there??

Ferris: worst christmas present ever tbh

Cameron: That sucks, I’m sorry.. Cameron: And sorry for complaining

Ferris: nah that’s okay Ferris: im handling it by giving him dirty looks whenever he turns away from me

Cameron: If it gets you through the day then I support that Cameron: I used to do that to my brothers sometimes (and maybe still do)

Ferris: am i surprised that you do that? no lol

Cameron: Hey! I’m not that predictable

Ferris: not entirely but a little bit lol

Cameron: Sorry, gotta go. My mom asked me who I’m texting and when I said ‘my friend Jake’ it opened a whole can of worms

Ferris: hahaha have fun with that one

Cameron: Thanks lol

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[08:35am, Monday]

Four Eyes: Happy Christmas guys

Pineapples: merry chrimmas

Mr Grapes: thanks Amy! Merry Christmas everyone :)

Queen G: yeah same

RoRo: cool

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[07:45pm, Thursday]

Ferris: when r u coming back?

Cameron: Tomorrow, why?

Ferris: just wondering

Cameron: The time will fly by, I promise

Ferris: if u say so

-

The time wouldn’t fly by. He was convinced time was moving slower without her. It was pathetic, he was fully in it now, even his mother said he talked about her a lot and he didn’t even notice he was doing it.

Having his dad home was hard, and his mom seemed to be fine with it but Jake didn’t come around as easily anymore. You can only be fooled so many times he’d say to himself. He wanted to talk to Amy, he wanted to forget his dad was back and just be with his mom. Jake from a year ago would’ve kicked himself for thinking this, but he missed studying in the library with her.

Jake just wanted to be back in the environment he’d gotten so comfortable in so quickly, with his friends and his dorm and his Amy. He was going back on the same day as Amy, he asked when she’d be back because he missed her, and in a moment of weakness after too much spiked eggnog he actually messaged her.

It took a lot of will power to resist calling her, eventually putting his phone under his pillow and going to sleep just to stop himself. When he woke up the next morning he realised how hard New Years is going to be; his walls come down when he drinks, and right now the walls were the only thing stopping him from just pouring his heart out to Amy.

He missed her so much.

-

She missed him too much.

Amy didn’t want to admit it to herself at first but it didn’t take long, when she found herself messaging Jake about soup of all things. She just wanted to talk to him about something- anything! She kept thinking about how her brothers would love Jake, he’d fit right in despite the crazy atmosphere being so different to his own family holidays.

A few glasses of wine too many finally let her think about her feelings for him, and that’s how she ended up shedding a few tears on the floor of her childhood bedroom deciding that she really did like Jake – a lot. But after some hours of being frustrated Amy let go, she decided to give in and let herself miss Jake.

She let herself laugh at his messages, she let herself smile at the thought of him and look forward to the study dates after the holidays. She even let herself be excited for the day she went back to campus and the New Years Eve party, and in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep and everything was quiet, she considered being with him.

Only one more day until she saw him again.

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[02:07pm, Friday]

Cameron: Finally on my way back to campus!

Ferris: i just got here like 10 mins ago Ferris: have u had lunch or do u wanna get something?

Cameron: My mom made me eat before I left, but if you’re going out I’ll tag along

Ferris: cool cool cool

Cameron: When does everyone else get back?

Ferris: tomorrow

Cameron: Cool cool

-

[02:40pm, Friday]

Cameron: Back now, sorry I was so long. If you’ve already eaten and don’t want to go out that’s fine

Ferris: thats fine Ferris: im good to go!

Cameron: Meet you in the courtyard then!

Ferris: see ya

-

[04:27pm, Friday]

Ferris: 1 image attachment Ferris: when u see this when u get home: sorry lol

-

[06:48pm, Friday]

Cameron: You’re so evil for that! Cameron: I was in the middle of sneezing

Ferris: hahaha im sorry ames it was just perfect timing

Cameron: …it IS a bit funny..

Ferris: you have full permission for payback

Cameron: Didn’t need permission, already started plotting

Ferris: oh no…

Cameron: :)

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[01:23pm, Saturday]

Queen G: guess whos back on campus and still hot af

Pineapples: ginaaaaaaaaa girl I missed u

Queen G: i know Queen G: everyone misses me when im gone because im wonderful to be around

RoRo: good god what did the holidays do to you

Pineapples: i dont notice a difference??

Four Eyes: Welcome back everyone!

Mr Grapes: Back in town and ready for new years tomorrow!

Pineapples: cant believe the year is over already Pineapples: anyone got new years resolutions?

Mr Grapes: I wanna raise my average grade

Queen G: im literally perfect so no

Four Eyes: I haven’t thought about it to be honest

Pineapples: mine is to actually finish my work as i get it

RoRo: fix up my bike

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[01:28pm, Saturday]

Cameron: draft message: My new years resolution is to ask you out

Ferris: draft message: kiss me tomorrow at midnight??

Cameron: Excited for the party tomorrow?

Ferris: of course! Ferris: you?

Cameron: Surprisingly yes Cameron: draft message: because you’ll be there

-

Girls, Girls, Girls

[10:30am, Sunday]

Amy: Quick question, what are you guys wearing tonight?

Rosa: black Rosa: something warm, its fucking freezing

Gina: i was thinking a fur coat but idk Gina: i dont want a drink spilling on it and ruining it

Amy: Right okay Amy: Could I get away with jeans?

Gina: depends what jeans and what top Gina: if ur gonna go jeans then go black

Amy: I can do black

Gina: what r ur top options??

-

Queens, Legends, Icons

[10:35am, Sunday]

Rosie: what are you doing gina?

Ginaa: what?? Ginaa: im helping amy

Rosie: you’ve never offered Amy fashion advice before Rosie: why now?

Ginaa: because theres a party tonight rosa

Rosie: oh my god

Ginaa: idk what ur accusing me of????

Rosie: you want them to kiss at midnight

Ginaa: i said no such thing!

Rosie: what about your bet? Rosie: they get together tonight and you lose

Ginaa: i dont even care that much about losing anymore im so invested

Rosie: no meddling gina

Ginaa: this technically isnt meddling ;) Ginaa: im just being a good friend

-

Girls, Girls, Girls

[10:43am, Sunday]

Amy: 1 image attachment Amy: 1 image attachment Amy: These are some of my options at the moment, thoughts?

Gina: im coming over

Amy: What??

Gina: im coming over Gina: im bringing more options and we r gonna workshop this

Amy: Uh okay then Amy: Thanks Gina

Gina: np

-

Queens, Legends, Icons

[10:47am, Sunday]

Rosie: fucking hell

Ginaa: love my life

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: Thanks for reading and for commenting and leaving kudos, everytime i get a kudos notif it motivates me to write more so I appreciate all the love <3

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A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 7

Story summary: Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She’s well known for her unique coffee drinks and her “coffee charity”. What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?  

Warnings/Tags: NO SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. PURELY STORY LINE ADDITION! 

Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected smut, commitments are made, soulmate bonds are formed, praise kink, Luci can dirty talk with the best of them (we all know his sass would be sinful in bed),  little bit of drama, some self-esteem issues, possessive Lucifer, breeding kink, dom/sub themes, pet names (such as princess, good girl, and little one), Castiel awkwardly and adorably cosplaying an FBI agent, Castiel is also scary af.

A/N: Draaammmaaa. Return of the Winchesters. Emery finally meets Cas! And, finally, reintroduction to the storyline of season 13, with creative liberties taken of course. Sorry this one took so long and it's a bit short, but it took forever to get the motivation and right head space to move on with! I hope you all enjoy!

“Have a good night!” 

I waved at Lucy as she backed out through the door and let out a happy sigh, nearly collapsing against the counter with a goofy smile. Today had gone better than expected. After two full weeks of the shop being closed so soon after my last break, I had no delusions of grandeur on what the first day back would be like, and yet still, it was nothing like the chaos I had pictured. I had expected angry customers, understocked sources, and cranky patrons of the coffee charity when in reality, it just seemed all my regulars had solely been concerned by my absence. It was heartwarming, to say the least.

“You good boss?” Amy asked cautiously. 

I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. She’d been a mother hen since I’d gotten back. In fact, most of the staff had been texting me regularly since I’d fed them all the first little lie about being in recovery from an accident. To be fair, it wasn’t much of a lie the first time around. This time, though, was filled with much more fun activities.

Turning to face her, I flashed her a bigger smile and said, “Yeah, I’m great, actually. Today’s been nice, right?” 

That earned a grin from the young woman as she nodded emphatically. 

“We’re really glad to have you back and to be back. You had us all scared, Emery.”

Empathy bled through her tone and warmth every bone in my body. I truly was lucky to have her, to have each one of them, in my life. 

“Yeah, yeah, I was scared too,” I admitted quietly, eyes unfocusing as I was pulled deep into the recesses of the memories I tried to keep blocked out. 

I cleared my throat abruptly and shifted back to my feet, lips quirking into a half-smile. 

“I’m just lucky Nick was there to help.”

Her pixie-like features twisted between emotions before settling on something like contentment and she gave a little smile and a nod. 

“Anyway, enough jabbering. I’m going to grab the deposit and drop it off at the bank, you want anything while I’m out?” I asked as I popped up off the counter. 

“A million dollars?” she quipped back cheekily.

I couldn’t stop the roll of my eyes that followed my heavy groan. 

“Sttoooppp, you’re too young to make jokes like that. At least wait til you’re my age.”

Her laugh was interrupted by the ring of the bell over the door. 

“Hi! Welcome in!” she quickly recited.

I turned to echo the greeting but the words fell silent on my lips as I spotted the supposed customers walking through the lobby. My heart began to race as the acrid taste of fear coated my tongue. Two of them I recognized as the “FBI agents” that entered my shop weeks ago, whom I now knew to be Sam and Dean Winchester, thanks to Lucifer’s entail. The other was someone I’d never seen before, but he was no less gorgeous or terrifying. If anything, there was something about him that was worse… better? My brain was very confused. 

“Uhm, actually, could you do the bank run for me, Amy?” I asked gently, shooting the men a “one moment” signal.

I did my best to keep my worries hidden as I didn’t bother waiting for her reply, ducking beneath the counter and opening the safe to grab the drop bag from beneath. 

“You sure?” she asked, confusion obvious in her voice.

While Amy was essentially my second in command, I usually didn’t bother her with managerial duties, but, at this moment, I needed her out of the shop as soon as possible. 

“I’m sure. I need to talk to these lovely gentlemen and this is a good chance for you to get some fresh air while it’s nice,” I replied, forcing on a smile as I rose back to my feet and handed her the bag, “I’ll see you when you get back, okay?”

There was an obvious distrust in her narrowed eyes as she looked between the trio of men and I before she relented with a small nod. 

“Okay, I’ll have my phone on me. Be back in ten,” she said, loudly enough for the men in the lobby to hear.

Oh sweet Amy. So tiny yet to protective. If only she knew these men could kill us both. Well, I knew two of them could. I still wasn’t certain who the last one was, though I was sure if he was with the Winchesters… he couldn’t be any safer. 

The instant she was out the door, I placed on my most professional smile and skirted around the counter toward the “agents”.

“Agents, welcome back. I hope nothing’s happened again if you’re here?”

I did my best to hide anything other than courtesy and kindness but it was hard when three larger-than-life men were staring me down. 

Sam, as sweet as before, offered me a smile before reaching out a hand my way. 

“Emery, right?” he asked.

“Yes! I’m sorry, agents, but I don’t remember your names. My memory isn’t great in my old age of thirty,” I joked easily. 

Dean snorted with a little smirk and commented, “Just wait til you get to our age.” 

I saw the way Sam rolled his eyes minutely before that same patient smile covered his face once more. Before he could speak, I turned toward the third man and offered out my hand, determined to figure out who he was. He was a little shorter than Dean but still quite tall, with perfectly coifed dark brown hair, intense blue eyes, and strong masculine features defined by a light layer of stubble around his lower face. His tan trench coat was a little odd for a supposed FBI agent but it did give off a nice aura of detective. All in all, he was certainly a dream boat.

“I don’t think we met last time. Emery Pike,” I said. 

There was an obvious hesitation before he reached out and limply shook my hand, retreating as soon as possible as he cleared his throat. 

“Agent Beyonce.”

Oh. Oh, that voice. Had I not had Lucifer in my life, I had no doubt I would have fallen for him in that instant. 

“Beyonce?” I had to ask, caught off guard. 

“Yeah, like- like the singer, she-”

“Listen, Emery, we’re sorry to drop in like this,” Sam cut off the other agent sharply, “But there was something we needed to talk to you about.” 

“Uh, okay, sure.”

It felt hard to swallow as I gestured toward the counter. 

“Would you guys like some coffee or pastries while we talk?” I offered. 

Dean’s eyebrows lifted instantly at the word pastries and he asked, “What kind you got?” 

Gone was the stern agent, instantly replaced by something much softer and more genuine. I couldn’t hide the smile that slid across my lips as I made my way to the counter. 

“Nothing too crazy but I hand make everything three times a week. I’ll check what I have left.”

As I went into the back store room, I could hear the men arguing in hushed voices even over the pounding of my heart in my ears. I quickly shuffled through what was left and came out with almost a dozen options. For a moment, I debated praying for Lucifer but I also didn’t want to drag him into something possibly dangerous for him if they didn’t know about our relationship yet. Hopefully, it was something I could handle on my own. If I put him in harm’s way of those three just to save my own skin, well, what kind of soulmate would I be? 

“Here we go. I’ve got some muffins, blueberry and chocolate chip, a couple of apple and cherry danishes, and some plain bagels. Please, help yourself to whatever you’d like. I also have some coffee, freshly brewed.”

While I was no actress, I’d played the part of perfect hostess for so long that I was almost certain they wouldn’t see through to the panic beneath the mask. 

“Thanks, uh, I’ll take a coffee, black,” Sam said as he sat, seemingly giving up fighting Dean’s sweets craving. 

“Sure, if you decide you want cream or sugar, there’s some at the end there,” I replied, gesturing to the little turn wheel with the keep-cold creamer pot and sugar packets. 

“I’ll take some too,” Agent Beyonce added as I poured Sam’s cup, “Please.” 

Flashing him a genuine smile, I nodded and poured one for him as well. It was obvious he was either new to this, or was genuinely uncomfortable around other people. I almost felt bad for him being stuck with the Winchesters. I had to wonder if he knew what their ruse was, what they really were, or if he was just dragged along. 

Of course, in the grand scheme of things, I could determine that the Winchesters weren’t bad people- though, to Lucifer of cour,se, they were. It didn’t mean I had to like them either way, considering they wanted to kill the love of my life despite the fact he was becoming less and less “evil” to their standards. 

“Here we go.”

It was impossible to hide the grin that blossomed across my face at the way Dean nearly lit up with a groan when he took a bite of the apple danish. 

“YOU make these?” he asked in obvious disbelief. 

Sam gave a huff of a laugh, shaking his head, as I agreed softly. 

“Almost as good as pie, almost,” Dean muttered, shoving the rest of the danish in his mouth before pulling the last two in his direction. 

“Thank you, but if we might…?”

Sam trailed off and I quickly gave a little nod. 

“Of course. What brings you guys in again?” I asked.

I reached out and snagged the little pot of creamer as Agent Beyonce put it down, mimicking his actions and pouring in a good slosh before snagging some sugar packets to add in as well. 

“We know about you and L- Nick.”

His words made the world slow down instantly. My mouth went dry and my fingers froze in their actions, but I quickly kicked myself into gear with a little curse in my head, hazel eyes catching his soft green ones as he stared me down. 

“Okay, and? I know he wasn’t the one who killed that guy, so what does it matter who I share my love life with?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level. 

The guys exchanged looks and, much to my surprise, Agent Beyonce was the one to speak next. 

“Nick isn’t who you think he is, Emery. He’s lying to you. He’s done horrible things-”

“What he means to say is that we don’t think Nick is being completely honest with you,” Sam cut in quickly.

Agent Beyonce cast Sam a hilarious bitch face before looking out the window and sipping his coffee, obviously off-put by being stepped on once again. Man, if Sam only knew how much I knew about “Nick” and how I knew Agent Beyonce was right. 

“Whatever he’s done in the past, I don’t care about,” I spoke truthfully as I took a drink of my own coffee, “He’s a good person now. That’s what matters. He literally saved my life after an accident. He kept me safe and healthy while I recovered. As far as I’m concerned, what he does now is what is important. We all have a past. What matters is how we grow and change from it.”

Sam’s eyebrows pinched together in frustration and thought, obviously trying to decide how to get through to me, but Agent Beyonce was quicker. 

“Lucifer is a murderer. He’s killed millions of people, Emery! He’d kill you too if it benefited him!”

His words were harsh, filled with such anger that I now had no doubt he had been affected by Lucifer in some way personally. Dean cursed softly as Sam tried to scramble for some kind of cover, but it was all useless. 

I knew I was in over my head at this point. Resting my face in my hands, I silently sent out a prayer to Lucifer for help and made sure to let him know it was the Winchesters who were here and why. 

“Listen, Emery, we just-”

“No, no, I think I’m done listening,” I cut him off coldly, lifting my head to look at the trio once more, “You’re not going to poison me against the one good man in my life. I don’t care what you have to say, whether you call him the devil or not. Nothing is going to change. Understood? Now, agents, I would appreciate it if you would get out of my shop before I have to call the cops. And believe me, when I say, this wouldn’t be the first time they’ve had to come to save me from rowdy men who have tried to hurt me so they’re going to believe me over even you suited jackasses!”

Their surprise would have been more satisfying if I weren’t shaking with the need to vomit and sob at the same time. 

“What’s it going to be? Gonna be another addition to the “tried to rape Emery” list, or you going to use your brains and get the hell out of here?” I snapped. 

Dean and Sam instantly raised their hands in submission, slowly backing away. 

“Okay, fine, we’ll leave,” Sam said carefully, “But please, think over what we said.” 

I looked over at the last one to move, Agent Beyonce, and instantly knew I was in trouble with the heat in his stare.

“You’re coming with us, whether you want to or not.” 

“Cas, don’t-!”

Cas. Castiel. The seraphim, younger brother to Lucifer, and most dangerous ally to the Winchesters. I should have known! God, I was fucking stupid. 

Before Dean could finish his sentence, the angel was by my side, one arm wrapped around my back and the other to my forehead.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t lose this chance. Jack and Mary’s life depend on it.” 

Jack? Mary? Who was- 

Everything went black mid-thought and I was pulled into the easiest sleep of my life. 

[killeroos]

Tbh I can't see Virat being all mean girls to Josh at RCB 😭 there are honestly two versions of Vi. The first is on-field Vi. That is the superstar of cricket, the Indian batting hero, the abusive and arrogant and smug captain. Then there's off field Vi. That is pookie! Vi. That is cute, cuddly, sweet, funny, mischievous, happy, bouncy, giggly and excitable little Vi. Vi on field is pretty much 😡👿🤬👊🏻😤 Vi off field is pretty much 😇🥰🤗🎀 haha.

So anyways, once Josh joins RCB, I can see Vi immediately go up to him, and go, "Hiee!! So happy to have you here, oh my god, I couldn't believe my ears when I heard you signed up for us! We're gonna have so much fun together!" Josh blinks, taken aback. Before he can formulate a polite reply to that, Vi is off on a tangent again, chattering nine to the dozen about where his room is, where the training grounds are, what they usually do at training, what they do after training, what are the best places to visit in Bangalore and how he'd be totally up to showing Josh around if he's interested in exploring. Everything is said at the speed of light, barely letting Josh comprehend what's said or letting him get a word in edgewise.

"Is he always like this?" Josh asks Maxi once, staring at Vi dance around the dressing room, singing along to a loud Punjabi song at the top of his voice.

"Like what?" Maxi asks, grinning fondly.

"... So chirpy and crazy." Josh replies. It's been ten minutes of this insanity, and Vi still doesn't look like he'll stop anytime soon. Josh's head has already started pounding. He handles Maxi and Marnus and Steve in the national team, he has absolutely no wish to deal with Vi in the IPL. Is a bit of peace and quiet too much to ask for?

It is, as it turns out. Vi keeps hanging out with Josh, hauling him to clubs and bars for post-match parties, encouraging him to join him on the dance floor and show some moves (josh almost faints with horror at that) and just talking Josh's ear off about every topic under the sun every time they meet.

Then, once Josh is having a really bad day, and Vi doesn't know that, and is being his usual vivacious and animated self. Vi is jabbering about something as usual, God knows what, josh lost the train half an hour ago, but you know, at this point he's tired, he wants to go to bed and sleep , he absolutely has no energy left to tolerate how loud and lively vi is. And getting irritated, he snaps at Vi, "Enough! Will you shut up now, or are you planning to natter on through the night? One of these days, you'll talk yourself to death. I'm sick of your foolish prattle!"

The moment Josh says that, he wishes he could take it all back, because the joy on Vi's face just shatters within a moment, and the excited gleam in his eyes dims to nothing. "Ohhh.." he says, lost for words for once. "I didn't realise I was boring you. I'm sorry." He looks absolutely crestfallen, and before Josh can apologise for his stupidity, the other runs off.

"That was so mean of you," Maxi glares at him, uncharacteristically serious.

After that day, Vi always guards his tongue around Josh, he's no longer his fun, playful self with him anymore. Instead, he mostly avoids him now, and when they have to interact, Vi is really wary around him, as if he's scared of Josh getting annoyed at him again. Then Josh realizes that while he complained so much about Vi's foolish babbling earlier, he actually misses having no one talking in his ear, pulling him to dance now, and he'd do anything to have Vi revert to that cheerful, bubbly version.

this is a really fun headcanon but i don't think it fits josh very well tbh, he might find virat a bit annoying at first but we do have to remember he regularly plays with guys like marnus. like he would be very used to dealing with very annoying teammates, plus he has a reputation for being cool and collected!

i would imagine when they first became teammates they would have a bit of a rivalry given how often hoff's taken virat's wicket (he even got him on his test debut!) and i think that would be the route to go down if you want that kind of tension! they could blow up in a similar way like maybe if someone took the sledging too far in the nets?

[13xwishes]

@wickedlyxcreepy: [ Catastrophe Pt 13 ]

Toralei growled as she found herself surrounded on all sides. These ghoul-damned goody-ghouls! Couldn't they just for once leave her alone?

Not that it really mattered, in the end. Despite what she'd promised Gigi -- with her claws crossed behind her back -- Toralei had never intended to really keep Catty's little relationship a secret. Catty Noir was a big name star, after all -- the world deserved to know those kinds of details about her life!

That's why Toralei had already scheduled the pictures to go up online. She had anonymous accounts across a few websites, and she had selected a handful to post the pictures to, just to be sure that the cat got out of the bag. They were all due to go up in a matter of minutes…

… and there was nothing the goody-ghouls could do about it.

The sound of someone's voice besides Cleo's brought Toralei back to the present. Catty was talking to Gigi, and Toralei's ears twitched as she focused on them instead of that jabbering mummy. When she could make out the words, the orange werecat rolled her eyes, huffing out an annoyed sigh.

"'Please don't shut me out,'" she mimicked, moving her claws like an additional mouth. Claw-d, how had she ever looked up to that silly singer?

"Honestly, I don't know why you even bother with her," Toralei said to Gigi gesturing dismissively toward Catty. Her fellow werecat didn't deserve any more attention than that. "I can't imagine saddling myself to a mewling kitten as pathetic as that."

She shrugged. "But, on the other hand, look who I'm talking to! It makes sense that one pathetic weakling would attract another pathetic weakling. I shouldn't really be so surprised."

Catastrophe P1 13 || @cxttynoir / @wickedlyxcreepy

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       ❝ I'm sorry... I promise I won't. Never again... ❞

Gigi only was listening to Catty, showing a small smile but her worries were threatening to crawl out. She only wanted her safe and yet she pushed her away to do so. Just like she tried to do with Whisp...

She hopes her kitten would forgive her for doing so. Gigi would make sure she would do right by Catty.

Toralei's last few words though... struck a bit of a nerve. The genie didn't care if she was insulting her own being, but for Catty...

She didn't know what or why it came out... but even Allah's patience had limits...

❝ Maybe if you had someone who actually loved you, you would understand. ❞

The jeers and callouts behind her from the other ghouls towards Toralei were ignored by Gigi as she embraced Catty with all her might...

... and then the moment was interrupted by the sounds of phones going off all at the same time.

Gigi pulled away as the ghouls gasped behind her, Frankie being the most vocal. Seeing the looks on their faces, Gigi's dread came back all at once seeing the headlines...

[ QUEEN OF LOVE SONGS FINALLY SNATCHED UP? ] [ POPULAR POP STAR'S SECRET FLING? ] [ CATTY NOIR OFFICIALLY OFF THE MARKET? ] [ MYSTERIOUS GHOUL AT CARNIVAL WITH CATTY! ]

No... no... despite all she had done... Toralei let it happened anyway?

A mixture of emotions swirled around her right now that Gigi' barely heard anything before she turned to look to her ghoulfriend...

       ❝ ... Catty? ❞

What were they going to do now? Their secret was out!