#they must've been sixteen tops

[musette22]

Just witnessed the most wholesome interaction at the supermarket:

Teenage boy 1, excited: "Bro! Bro! They've got those pride bags here! Want me to go get one for you?" Teenage boy 2: "Oh thanks dude! But we shouldn't be using plastic bags, tho." Teenage boy 1: "Oh shit yeah, I always forget. But it's nice that they've got them, right?" Teenage boy 2, smiling: "Yeah, bro. It is."

[luveline]

Would you ever explore Christmas/new years in the June baby universe? I know Eddie would love to spoil

“It's okay,” you whisper, putting your finger over your lips. “Just don't shout.” 

Junie peaks over your shoulder at the couch. “But Eddie–” she says. 

You cut her off. “Shh, shh. He's sleeping. Can you whisper?” 

“I love Eddie,” Junie says. 

She's been mixing up ‘love’ and ‘miss’ lately, but you've no doubt she loves him. “I know,” you say. “But he's tired, babe. He's been working lots and lots. So let's wait for him to wake up, okay?” 

You glance at Eddie on the couch behind you. He's knocked out hard, the breath of his exhales ruffling the messy hair caught under his chin. He gave you a heart attack and a half when you walked into the living room that morning, not expecting him to be there on your couch. He has a key for a reason, but that reason is to climb into bed with you when you're already sleeping. 

He must've come to bed and found Junie in his place. Poor guy. You swoop the unhappy bed stealer into your arms, her soft pyjamas slippery on your naked shoulder. You're about to tell her, Let's get changed, my love, but there's no point. There's nowhere to go, and no one to impress. Eddie will adore you in your slept in tank top and your sweatpants, and he'll bathe Junie in compliments when he sees her messy hair and spotty pyjamas. It's just the way he is. 

“What do you want for breakfast?” you ask. 

Junie leans back in your arms and grins. “O'meal.” 

“Yeah. With…” 

“Peanu’ buwer.” 

You snort. “You didn't even try! Where's all your t's gone?” She giggles. A few months ago you'd say that the sound of your voice would be enough to get her laughing, but there's a good chance she understands at least a little of what you're saying now. Babies understand more than they let on. “Peanut butter.” 

“Peanut buwer?” 

“Close enough.” 

“What's Eddie's breakfas’?” 

“I'll make him something when he wakes up, baby.” You kiss the top of her head and help her down into her highchair. “You want some juice?” 

You fill a sippy cup with juice and water and start on the oatmeal. The water bowls and bubbles as the gas hisses quietly, while Junie mumbles and eventually says, through gibberish, “Can have a kiss, mom?” 

“Another one!” You sidle up to her high chair, meeting her eyes with a big, silly smile. “You want another kiss? You know, tonight, we have to have our New Year's kiss. You'll probably be sleeping, but I always kiss you anyway.” You rub her cheek. She pouts for kisses. 

She's giggling in your hands when the couch springs squeak and stir. Eddie clears his throat, groans, his feet thudding on the floor as he must turn and sit. 

“Huh! You hear that?” you ask in an urgent whisper. 

“Eddie!” she shouts, lifting her arms. “Eddie's ‘wake!” 

“I'm coming, June!” he shouts back hoarsely. “Just as soon as I can see,” he adds, quieter. 

Junie starts whining to be helped out of the chair. “He's coming, babe, two seconds,” you say, moving out of the way as Eddie walks stiffly into the kitchenette. It's a short distance, and in that time, he plasters over the grimace of somebody who worked a sixteen hour shift with a smile you can't believe he'd wear, the same sort of one you'd have picking Junie up from daycare, that missed-your-kid relief and amusement mixed into one. “See, there he is!” 

“Sweetheart,” he says, slipping his hands under her arms and pulling her up. 

“Miss you!” she says, trying to grab his face. 

His smile downturns. “You did?” 

You wipe the sleep from your eyes. “I missed you too, if that counts.” 

Eddie hugs Junie close to his chest with one arm and opens the other toward you. He seems younger when he first wakes, but his eyes don't change. From the moment you met, he's carried this honesty about him that lines his eyes. He doesn't hide who he is anymore, not an inch, including the way he feels about you. “It counts,” he says, sliding his arm over your shoulder. “I'm hugging you ‘cos I don't know what mess I'm in. But I owe you a kiss, yeah? Happy New Year's Eve, sweetheart.” 

“You're in a huge mess.” 

“Really? Scary looking?” 

You press your fingers to his waist, hoping your touch conveys the opposite of your mouth, “Horrifying.” 

He's carrying the stiffness of long hours in his legs as he sits awkwardly at the table. Junie still has her hands on his face, gazing at him like he's a wonder. Eddie grins at her and turns his face, pretending to take a bite of her fingers. 

“No!” she says. “Mom has oatmeal!” 

At least her Ts are back. 

You lean on his chair as the oatmeal warms, brushing your fingers through his hair. He makes a show of eating Junie’s fingers until there's none left, but somewhere in it his head lists back toward you. 

“You okay?” you ask. 

He pats Junie’s back. “Pain in my shoulders again.” 

“I have aspirin?” 

“In a bit.” He tips his head back completely. “You alright?” 

“I'm fine.” 

“Yeah?” He stares at you. “Well, you look more than alright.” 

“Don't start.” 

Eddie asks Junie to build them a castle to play in after breakfast and she slips off of his lap and races into the living room on bare feet, promising a “Good one, Eddie!” 

He kicks a chair out for you. You have a few minutes until the oatmeal is in danger of burning, so you sit, and when he takes your hands you let him without protest. 

“Sorry you ended up on the couch.” 

Eddie shakes his head. He's looking at you funny. “It's okay. Just making sure it's comfortable for tonight's late night.” 

“Are you sure you don't wanna go out?” you ask. He's been invited to a boatload of parties. 

“And miss our first New Year's kiss? How else am I supposed to usher in the perfect year?” 

You smile at the feeling of him rubbing your fingertips. “I promised the first one to June.” 

“Ooh, that's tough. Guess I have no choice but to go out,” he says, bringing one of your hands up to kiss, then your forearm, “find some other beautiful girl to kiss.” His lips trail to the crook of your elbow. He pulls you forward. “Never find one as pretty as you, but–” He rubs his nose into the thin skin at the crook of your arm. You get goosebumps, and he tries valiantly to rub them away. “What's a guy to do?” 

“You can have the second one.” 

“It'll have to do,” he hums. He kisses all the way back down to your fingers. When Eddie straightens up, he's smiling contentedly, his dark eyes brimming with a tenderness you'd never seen meant for you until you met him. “You sure you're okay?” 

You give in to a want unlike yourself and yank him forward for a kiss. He laughs into your mouth, and again at midnight when Junie's sleeping in your lap, a kazoo covered in spit fallen against her chest. 

“Happy New Year,” he says, pinching your cheek playfully.

You kiss him again. 

[the-way-astray]

(Also sent to Lisa)

This one is called:

Crossover

(Keefe pov)

Keefe sat down down in his desk. He sat between two girls who seemed to hate each other. Lucky for him, he got to be between the evil glares.

The teacher started to drone on about chemistry. He didn't give a crap, so he decided to lay down on his desk. He was hidden from the teacher's sight by the person in front of him.

After a few minutes with his eyes closed, he heard the two girls whispering.

"I can't believe you really think you have a shot with him," the girl on his left, Lisa, said.

Stria, the other girl, snorted. "And who does he always go to for the homework? Me."

Keefe peeked his eyes open. His hood covered most of his face, but gave him a clear enough view of his surroundings.

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Ooh, you're so special. You do realize that's because you get most of the awnsers right?"

The other girl huffed her reproach. "Wow."

"Further more," she continued. "I get paired with him by the teacher more than you do."

"And you think that means he likes you."

Keefe had to stop his snicker. They were really fighting over him. He wasn't necessarily interested in either of them- don't get it wrong, he was flattered -but he found it quite amusing.

He would've liked to keep eavesdropping if his teacher hadn't noticed him.

"Sencen!" She shouted. "I've told you not to sleep in class."

He picked his head up and pretend like he was just awaking so the girls didn't know he heard their conversation.

"That's detention, sir." The teacher added. "And put that hood down." He rolled his eyes, but obeyed.

At the end of class, he started to walk out the door. Both girls were passing by him. He noticed that they were both staring at him. He gave them a wink. They hurried away, seemingly arguing about who it was meant for.

alayda! you forgot to finish the fic. tsk, tsk, tsk. it's okay, i'll do it for you.

stria pov

the second stria and lisa were out of earshot of keefe, lisa grinned and stopped the video she'd been recording. katie had wanted full audio and video. stria internally sighed. then she externally sighed. the weirdo that katie was. the weirdo that she was, to have been willing to go along with this moronic plan. and she didn't even fully remember what katie had been planning on doing with the footage anyway . . .

lisa must've noticed her annoyance, because she reminded stria, "hey, remember: katie wanted to know what keefe would do if he thought two random girls were fighting over him? we owe her this."

"i owe her nothing," stria grumbled back. "and if katie wants this shit so bad, she can come be the second girl herself. i can't keep this shit up for the entire semester."

"do you think he realizes you've been doing all his homework incorrectly this entire time?" lisa wondered.

"nah, he's too stupid for that." stria drawled. his stupidity really was a wonder sometimes. for one of his chemistry problems, she'd put "water has eight lone pairs" as an answer, and keefe had turned the worksheet in without a second thought. she'd known because she'd walked by his desk right as the teacher had handed it back. it was full of red markings, and she'd seen an "eight lone pairs????????????????" circled in bright red, complete with sixteen question marks (stria was starting to like this teacher). the top of his worksheet had said 37%. and he could've at least had the intellect to stop coming to her for homework help after it was clear she was intentionally sabotaging him. but clearly he lacked the brainpower for even that. katie had clapped and jumped up and down an excruciating amount when stria had dryly reported the news; it had seemed like she was trying to achieve flight as she added the new data to her detective-style keefe wall.

"when do you think he's going to realize that i'm not even actually in that class, and that i'm actually just a ta that's paired with him on projects so he doesn't flunk out of class?" lisa continued.

stria shrugged. "katie's estimate based on her very thorough analysis of the data we gathered was a rough thirty-two days. but she said there was room for error." she couldn't even begin to remember what the hell katie had done for her that had merited a favor like this.

"anyway," lisa said, pulling up the footage. stria was in awe at lisa's videography skills. before keefe had winked at them as they exited class, lisa had managed to hold the phone up to capture it, like she'd known it was coming. she'd camouflaged this with a shy wave and a flirty giggle. naturally, keefe, stupid as he was, hadn't seen the phone in her hand, which had been visibly recording his idiotic expression. and in class: she'd managed to record the slight snicker keefe had foolishly let slip. stria wondered how keefe could have fooled himself into thinking they didn't know he wasn't asleep. clearly katie knew what she was doing in hiring lisa, though; the footage's video was pretty clear.

as she stared at his annoying smirk now, she could see how extra stupid he looked while doing it. his eyes seemed a bit too desperate, his smirk a tad too large. the wink was the rotten, moldy cherry on top. all of it felt very try-hard. it made him all the more cringy.

stria sighed. "i can't take this anymore. i'm dropping out. katie can get someone else."

lisa shook her head. "you say that every time. and you can't! we have established identities as keefe lovergirls."

stria considered banging her head into the wall, but decided it wasn't worth a trip to the school counselor. "keefe's stupid enough to buy a sudden swap, if the previously gathered data has shown us anything. and i genuinely do consider that every time i say it. there probably isn't a single person in this school that actually likes him. i bet they're all doing data collection for their own katies. even katie doesn't like him like that! she just thinks he's a weirdo and she's bored this semester so naturally, she wants to torture us."

"i don't think katie thinks he's a weirdo-"

"well, i do!"

"-and it's only you she's torturing. i quite like this job."

"because you're getting paid! you're not in debt to katie."

"irrelevant."

"so relevant." stria continued to badmouth keefe, but she could tell lisa was no longer listening.

lisa texted the highly scientific footage to katie as stria rolled her eyes to the heavens, also known as their school's chipped-paint-ass ceiling. katie texted back immediately and stria could practically feel the excitement oozing out of the four simple words she'd texted back: "this is so fascinating!"

she wondered what katie would do with the footage this time. run his moronic wink through some sort of face analysis tool? break down his excruciatingly playboy-ish snicker by its falls and breaks? something else entirely?

who even knew? only katie.

well, stria thought. at least this will all be over soon.

@lisalikesapplesauce @myfairkatiecat come tell me how in character you guys are

[bp4545]

The Kitchens (My Sunshine - Part 2)

Word Count: 2000 almost exactly

Warnings: Swearing? (If it bothers you), mentions of sexual activity(barely)

Summary: You sneak into the kitchens for a late night snack, but you bump into someone on the way...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.

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It was around 2:16 am in the morning. You couldn't sleep at all. There was just too many things going on in your mind, this year you felt all the pressure coming back in a rush. You were a sixteen year old girl in Hogwarts, fifth year was something you weren't looking forward to very much, I mean you were only 2 weeks in so far. It seemed like this year would be full of boredom. I mean first year was great, everything was new and all, especially for a muggleborn like you, it was all an adventure. Second and third year was all about making new friends and mucking around, Fourth year was all about the excitement of Yule ball and the Triwizard tournaments. Fifth year needed to be real drama filled for it to top last year.

You glanced back at your clock again. 2:23 am. You groaned in frustration, it must've been your period or something, but you were suddenly craving those little French macarons you remember tasting when the Beauxbatons students had come over last year. Surely they would have some in the kitchens still?

You were about to find out. You couldn't sleep anyway, a small snack at this time of night wouldn't hurt?

You quietly shifted yourself out of bed, wincing as the cold air hit your warm skin. You quickly threw on your favourite blue hoodie that was oversized. You slipped on your fluffy muggle slippers that your parents had gifted you and headed out the dorm room quietly; careful not to wake Hannah up.

After you had exited your dorm room, you grabbed the claw clip inside the pocket of your hoodie and clipped up your hair. You slowly made your way up to the kitchens, your craving for any sweet little treats growing stronger with each step. Determination filled your veins as you quickened your pace in search of the kitchens. 

Finally you arrived at the kitchens, you started searching through the cupboards and looking for anything that could satisfy your cravings. You sighed in content as you found the large cupboard full of your favourite muggle sweet treats, macarons, tarts, muffins, muesli bars, chocolate fingers. Grabbing your desired treats, you placed them on the counter and opened them, the plastic wrap making an awful lot of noise.

"Hungry?" You heard a voice behind you and you froze. It was a deep attractive voice.

You turned around, the warm candles of the kitchen illuminated his face perfectly. Draco Malfoy was talking to you. You stood there for a while, trying to think of how else to answer his question. You were usually a really talkative person who could give good comebacks, so seeing yourself tongue tied around him was odd.

"What the fuck do you want Malfoy?" You spat out shocked at how toxic your voice sounded.

"Woah, feisty." he chuckled. God why is his laugh so attractive. "I was just wondering what you were doing in the kitchens at this time of night" he shrugged.

"I could ask you the same question" you shot back at him without a second thought. You were quite good at that. "I'm just hungry okay? And my cramps are killing me." You said in a slightly whiny voice as your period cramps started to kick in once again.

"Cramps?" he said, and you swear you saw a flash of concern in his eyes. But as soon as you noticed it, it disappeared. 

"Yeah. My period cramps." you said, not awkward about the topic.; it was normal

"So that's why you have a hoard of sweets in front of you. Mind if I have some?" Draco eyed at your treats. You defensively covered them with your arms. Why was he even talking to you? It's not like he has ever shown interest in you before. the only time you two ever spoke to each other is if you needed to in class. What was he even doing here.

"No. I found it, go find your own food." you retorted playfully.

"Alright, alright" He put his hands up in defeat and left to find something. He came back with two muffins in his hand. 

"Walnut and coffee" he said as he handed you one of the muffins in his hand. You were feeling a bit curious, so you took the walnut and coffee flavoured muffin out of his hand cautiously. You took a few bites of it and furrowed your brows. Why does it actually taste really good?

"Like it? They're my favourite muffins" he said, as he inspected your facial expressions while eating the muffin.

You didn't answer him, you just looked at him with confusion.

"Draco why are you even talking to me? Don't you have this big thing about not talking to Hufflepuffs, let alone Muggleborn ones?"

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Draco's POV

"Hungry?" I asked the girl as I watched her freeze in her place.

Y/n turned around, and stood there for a while. I'd never really talked to her much, I never had anything to say to her, but I did find it particularly amusing to find her roaming the kitchens at this ungodly hour, with snacks laid all over the counter.

"What the fuck do you want Malfoy?" she spat at me. I knew she didn't like me, but I didn't think it would cause such a reaction at just the sight of me. Sure I had made fun of her friends in the past, but I had never insulted her personally. I had respect for her, plus this year I've a change of heart, I want to be a better person, for many different reasons, I'm was just sick of being a stuck up prick.

"Woah, feisty." I chuckled. "I was just wondering what you were doing in the kitchens at this time of night" I shrugged.

"I could ask you the same question" she shot back at me with a glare. "I'm just hungry okay? And my cramps are killing me." 

"Cramps?" I said. I was genuinely confused, and I must admit when y/n said that I did get a bit worried, though I didn't know why. I had no reason to care about her after all. 

"Yeah. My period cramps." Ah, that made more sense. I knew a little bit about girls on their periods. They were usually moody, hungry, and had cramps often. That's what Blaise told me anyway.

"So that's why you have a hoard of sweets in front of you. Mind if I have some?" I looked at the treats that she was defending.

"No. I found it, go find your own food." she retorted. She's probably confused why I'm talking to her. 

"Alright, alright" I went to the pantries to find some treats that I might like. Walnut and Coffee, my favourite. I grabbed two just in case y/n wanted to try some.

"Walnut and coffee" I said as I handed her one of the muffins. "Like it? They're my favourite muffins" I said. She showed no facial expression, so I wasn't quite sure if she was enjoying it or not. She wasn't spitting it our in disgust, so I figured that she found it tolerable at the least.

She was quick to change the subject.

"Draco why are you even talking to me? Don't you have this big thing about not talking to Hufflepuffs, let alone Muggleborn ones?" 

Draco. I wasn't too sure why she was calling me that. It was sort of nice to have someone call me by my first name, most people usually just spat out my last name. 

I thought about her question. Why was I talking to her? I mean, I could've just walked past her and carried on with my patrol, but instead I joined her. I did need her help though, but right now didn't seem like an appropriate time. She was having cramps and was probably really hungry. Plus I don't think I want to mess with this girl on her period. I was enjoying her company though, as much as I wish I wasn't.

"Well I guess my opinions have changed. I think you'll find that I don't mind people from other houses now. I think I'm quite fond of muggleborns now actually." I wasn't lying. I waited for y/n to respond. She just gasped dramatically.

"Draco? Fond of muggleborns? His father must be hearing about this!" And she burst into a fit of laughter. Her laugh was pretty, I can't deny, it's quite contagious too. I ended up joining in with her laughter. She was a nice person to be around, from what I knew she didn't have any enemies at this school.

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Your POV

You and Draco chatted for a while in the kitchens. You sort of forgot about how stuck up he was, and just started talking to him like he was one of your friends. You started to think that he actually wasn't that bad at all. I mean maybe he has changed like he said so. 

You let out a yawn, and he yawned a few seconds after.

"I think I'm going to go back to my dorms" you giggled "It's like 3:30 am"

"Yeah you probably should go back to sleep" He paused for a while "Do you want me to drop you off to your dorm?"

You were a bit shocked by his kind gesture. I mean Draco being kind to you was a shock in itself, him talking to you was even more shocking, but walking you to your dorm? That seemed a bit fishy in your opinion, but maybe he was genuinely being kind. You hoped he was.

"Uhh" you contemplated what you were about to say next. "Sure I guess". He flashed you a small smile, and the two of you walked towards the Hufflepuff dorms in silence. 

"I've never been to the Hufflepuff area of Hogwarts" Draco said, breaking the silence. "It's quite nice"

"Yeah I guess it is" You said. 

"I've been to every other houses common room and dorm areas, but not Hufflepuff. It's probably because I've never slept with a Hufflepuff girl yet" He chuckled. He was probably hoping that you were going to laugh at the joke too, but instead he watched your face contort into a grimace. You didn't know how to reply to that, talking so openly about the girls that he has slept with was a bit disgusting in your opinion. Though it did make you wonder how good he was in bed.

"I don't do that anymore y/n" he said a bit quieter, he probably noticed that you found it a bit awkward "I used to, but I've changed". You believed him, he did seem like a different person now.

"I believe you" you stated. Then you reached your dorm room. "I guess this is goodnight then"

"Yeah, I had a good time y/n" he admitted, "See you around, goodnight". His kindness once again took you by surprise, and he smiled at you. Softly, but it was genuine. Smiles suited him well.

"Goodnight Draco" You said, and you closed the door as you walked into your dorm.

He found it odd that you were still calling him by his first name. He wasn't complaining. 

You walked further into the dorm room, you were still recovering from your encounter with Draco. You didn't like him like that did you? Then why were you feeling hot all of a sudden? Gosh he was charming, and he was funny, but why does he all of a sudden have a change of heart? You were full of questions, hoping they'd be answered.

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a/n: hopefully you enjoyed his chapter! I have been struggling to keep up with writing because I have so many ideas but not enough time due to my exams, sorry guys:)

[dear-mortality]

The shepherd prince

Chapter sixteen: stampede!!

Chapters

Enfys woke up refreshed after getting proper sleep without stress or anxiety. Solving the situation with ether helped them alot.

They wore their clothes and headed straight to the Archives

"Good morning." He exclaimed after opening the door

Everyone groaned in unison

"Oh HUSH i don't like being here anymore than you like me being around." Enfys walked over to a table and picked up a book on top of it, while skimming through it quickly enfys mumbled something under their breath. "You're all lucky im in a good mood today."

Enfys cleared her throat and closed the book quickly.

"So what about that lead? The mysterious figure that roamed the countryside a few months ago?"

"We checked that out" answered a woman dressed in many accents of white and gold. "apparently it was an old lady with memory problems leaving her house and forgetting where it was."

"DANG IT- wait is she ok?"

"Yeah thankfully" exclaimed a person while walking with a bunch of books and scrolls barely balanced on top of eachother. "a doctor was present somehow and she's been doing better with their medication."

"A doctor??? Here???" Enfys seemed shocked at the statement. "Why wasn't i notified of someone of such high ranking entering zatieon? Even if you lot didn't know; someone in the magic guild must've."

"Uhhh maybe because you're not exactly easy to get a hold of. In the last two days you've been here you've unconsciously closed like 5 windows."

"I DID WHAT?!?" Enfys hastily brought out a dagger and ripped a huge hole into space and it showed someone on the other side

It was a lady with long curly hair, clear olive toned skin, a small button nose, an exquisite robe filled with colours and shapes. She had a wand in her hand and she seemed to have been doing some work around her place. She didn't notice enfys at first but once she noticed him she showed a face of disgust and he showed the same amount of disdain on his face.

"Wow. How did you swing your dagger that wrong? Last time this happened you were drunk, sobbing and trying to call your now ex partner." She said in a sarcastic tone and and a smirk with her eyebrow twitching

"I was trying to reach my coven. I did not mean to open a window to a tropical bird with bad manners." Enfys answered with a cheerful expression.

"Uh-huh. Consider yourself lucky you got to see me in my new robe. Anyway your coven is already on its way to you so you have to worry about that." She answered and turned around getting back to what she was doing

"Im sorry what-" before he finished saying anything she snapped the portal shut

Everyone in the room was either horrified or snickering

Enfys turned around slowly and reached for a chair and sat there with a look on their face like they've seen hell with their own eyes.

"Soooo how many witches are we expecting now?" Asked someone who got pushed by everyone else into asking

Enfys gulped and said with a low tone

".....fifty four."

"What."

"Fifty. Four."

Everyone stared with their mouths wide open

"You may uh. Want to panic."

and right on que

They did

The archivists left the room screaming trying to tell everyone they can reach to get the ruler involved immediately

It caused such a ruckus ether woke up worried something went wrong

The second he opened the door he looked ready for a fight

Which scared everyone that was running there

And they ran away

Bun was confused and heard people down the hallway talking about what happened

He realized many witches will be here but didn't think it was a big deal and thought they were so dramatic

Before it clicked

Zatieons people CANNOT tolerate that many mages in one place

Bun didn't even bother putting anything on and was walking quickly around topless looking for aimanat or enfys or zaroth or anyone in authority; to see if he can help.

He bumped into aimanat

"Oof! Hey watch out, ether! This armour would have hurt you if you bumped into me with more force."

Aimanat seemed calm and ether assumed she didn't hear the news

"Uhhhh aimanat. Do you know what's going on?"

Aimanat seemed confused and looked around the place

It seemed she couldn't hear ether at all

"Im sorry i couldn't hear you- oh WAIT!" Aimanat slowly tilted her head to the side and some water fell from her ear, she tried to not tilt too hard so the water doesn't enter further from the other side, ether figured this was useful for when he gets into a similar situation so tried mimicking her to make note of it. After repeating that movement a few times she seemed to have regained her hearing completely and ether tried talking again before zaroth was heard yelling

More like screaming really

Aimanat and ether quickly rushed to where they are to see them hyperventilating and trying to calm down as the servants around kept fanning them

"MY RULER WHAT HAPPENED??? WERE YOU ATTACKED!? DID SOMETHING COME UP???"

"WORSE. THE COVEN IS COMING."

".....oh so that's all? My ruler they're certainly not that such awful guests, we've had some visiting us a few times. How many of the coven should i be preparing for?"

"All of them. All fifty four witches of the coven will be RIGHT AT OUR DOORSTEP AT ANY MOMENT!!!!"

Aimanat widened her eyes while ether looked worriedly at both of them

"......WHAAAAAAAT!????!?!!?!?"

she sat down on the nearest chair after yelling so loud

"Enfys has the most control of ALL OF THEM. We didn't even know they were a high mage until it was necessary to show reveal so. The rest of the coven is not NEARLY as discreet." Said zaroth trying to think out loud

" how are we supposed to contain the people when their ears are drumming??? How are we supposed to manage fifty four people??"

Enfys goes in hastily with a compass in hand pointing somewhere "YOU DON'T GOTTA. IM GOING TO MEET THEM HALFWAY AND I PRAY THEY DONT FIGHT ME ON THIS. ETHER, PUT SOMETHING ON AND COME WITH ME."

ether jumped a little before hurrying back to their room and coming back with the bed sheets covering him and something tied around his waist to make it look like a shirt.

"...huh you know, i kinda like it." zaroth blurted out, forgetting about the issue.

"Yeah its actually pretty nice- WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS LET'S GO!!" enfys pulled bun behind them to get them moving quickly. They left the castle and hurried to the nearest gate in that direction, As they reached edges of zatieon from where the coven was coming enfys casted a sliding spell and casted a strong wind that sent them zooming

Ether enjoyed it alot

They arrived at the edge of some lake

Ether stood up by enfys to see a black cloud moving quickly above the ground. It was the coven.

Some were on floating rocks and gems, some were in weird contraptions that propelled forward, Some came on mythical beasts, some were riding smoke shaped into horses and some were running on the wind.

Enfys gulped as he conjured something to freeze the lake over for them to take it as a sign to go straight to them. They understood.

On reaching enfys and ether they all got off their transportation methods and hurried over to them. Hugging enfys.

"Thank the ancient stones yer ok!!! We've been worried sick!!" Said an old man with sticks growing out of his hair and beard, his face round and full of wrinkles

"BELOVED SON OF MY SISTER. WHAT HATH THOSE MAGIC HATERS DONE TO THOU!!!" Yelled a lady with grey long hair that turned into cats with only front legs at the end. The cats were hissing with her and their hair stood on end as they floated around.

"IM FINE EVERYONE I PROMISE YOU!!! I've just been REALLY busy lately trying to look for the arch mage to help someone really important to me..." enfys said while looking at ether while smiling

The whole coven looked at him in turn

Bun awkwardly waved and his bubble showed "hi"

suddenly everyone cheered and was congratulating both as they swarmed them

"Congratulations are in order!!!! Everyone gather round!!! We need to congratulate enfys on this!!"

Everyone kept looking at ether and asking him questions he couldn't hear properly since they were all talking at the same time and his ears couldn't decipher it all, they were feeling his muscles and giving him many compliments

Enfys looked just as confused before deciding to put an end to this

"STOOOOOPPPP" he yelled, standing on a pedestal he just conjured from rock and getting everyone's attention.

"Just WHAT did you think was happening here?"

"You two are getting wed of course" answered someone from the crowd

"WH- I- EXCUSE- WHAT- HUH?????" enfys seemed flustered and out of words as he blushed

He noticed ether was also as flustered and he seemed shocked.

"OK NO SORRY EVERYONE WE'RE NOT GETTING WED IM JUST HELPING HIM WITH HIS CURSE!! sorry to get your hopes up"

They all went "awww" in unison

"What a shame."

"Oh woe. And here i thought we would be getting a reason to make use of our coven customs."

Ether has covered his face from embarrassment at this point and his tail was slightly wagging but enfys couldn't notice

"Yeah. Now can we talk about how you brought the whole coven INTO THE ONE NATION THAT COULD GO INSANE IF YOU GUYS JUST WALKED BY IT????"

everyone's reactions ranged from embarrassment to acting like they couldn't hear her.

"you didn't answer our calls and we couldn't reach you in anyway in a land where magic is legally limited!!! We were worried!" Hollered a lady in an orange dress that looked like a pumpkin with pumpkin stems tying her hair into a ponytail

"COME ON, EVERYONE!!! YOU KNOW I CAN HANDLE MYSELF"

"OI. DON'T GIVE US LIP YOUNG LAD. HOW WERE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU WERE THE ONE BLOCKING OUR LINKS."

"YEAH EVERYONE KNOWS ZATIEON HAS MAGIC WEAKENING SPELLS." Yelled a handsome muscular guy with full body armour that seemed to be made of volcanic stones, they were still glowing red from underneath and his red hair flowing upwards.

"ITS MAGIC WEAKENING NOT NULLIFYING- WHATEVER. POINT IS YOU COULD HAVE DONE BETTER!! IF IT WAS ONLY 3 OR 4 AT MOST THEN IT WOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM BUT EVERYONE??? HOW DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO GATHER SO QUICKLY WEREN'T WE SCATTERED ACROSS THE GLOBE A FEW MONTHS AGO FOR THAT ONE MISSION???"

"Ya'mean the dandy lions infestation? Yeah that's under control........for now. YOU COME FIRST! so we used an instant teleportation spell, we were supposed to show up right in zatieon but the rest of the guild made it their job to mess with it."

"Let me guess: belasins handy work huh?"

"Eeeeyup." Answered a lady wearing a wide hat and leather boots with black pants and coat, straw covering her clothes slightly.

"No WONDER the window i opened to contact you went to her instead. She must've made sure any teleportation process you want to do go through her first. Hate to admit it; that's brilliant." Enfys exclaimed in annoyance

"ANYWAY since you guys are here you maybe able to help me find the arch mage cuz that is NOT going well."

They all exchanged looks in uncomfortable silence

".....what."

"So uhhhh we were thinking of taking a vacation soooooo we'll just leave you to it-" answered the guy with the red hair and stone armour before receiving a death glare by enfys

He backed away with his hands raised

Enfys massaged the sides of his head to calm his nerves

"Fine. I'll eventually find a way anyway and it's not like we're in a hurry. So what will you guys do now?"

"Uhhhh can we stay here? I mean- we can stay at the other side of the lake to be far from zatieon if that will help." Wondered a skinny girl in a tuxedo, wearing round glasses and holding a staff with a glowing golden orb

"I guess that's fair. Sorry for giving you a hard time its just this whole situation caused panic" Enfys sighed. " just... please try to not use too much magic together. The people of zatieon will not take kindly to having their eardrums blown."

"Oh its quite alright enfys, our new neighbours definitely understand the situation we have here." Exclaimed zaroth as the horse they were riding trotted slowly while aimanat walked beside them.

"I am the ruler of zatieon. I welcome you to our territory and hope we can all make a great connection with eachother."

The coven bowed slightly in respect "don't worry yer....uh.... rulership. We will be extra careful to not bother ya and yer people."

"I quite appreciate it high mage shikem"

"Ya'know me??"

"Of course. Im zaroth! You used to come to visit my father."

"And im aimanat. Its a pleasure to see you again uncle jikem." Aimanat said while Bowing slightly with a smile. Enfys saw her and realized she does this with all her first interactions.

"OHHHH YER JAN'S CHILDREN!! OH YE'VE GROWN ALOT!!! Looks like ya can't swap places to trick anyone anymore huh?"

All three of them laughed

"Yeah well ever since we started our military training it became impossible to ask bee to do that anyway for many reasons"

Enfys used this opportunity to hop off and go straight to ether

"Uhh sorry about that. My coven is like my second family and they witnessed almost all my relationships so they just want me to have a proper partner."

Ether was still blushing but seemed less flustered and smiled at enfys

"Its ok. They were all asking me things and complimenting how i look so it caught me off guard."

"Well im glad this was resolved. I hate to say it out loud but if it wasn't for belasin the guild would've been in an impossibly bad position with zatieon."

"Who is belasin?" Ether inquired expecting a rant from enfys

"Oh just some colleague from the guild in the wizards tower. We hate eachothers guts."

He seemed surprised that enfys gave such a short answer and took it as a sign to not ask any more

"Hey fefe! Wanna help us with the construction of our camp?"

"SHHHHH DON'T CALL ME THAT SO LOUDLY. FINE IM COMING." enfys sprinted towards the group leaving ether behind

Ether almost left with a sad expression before he felt enfys holding his hand and dragging him

"Nuh-uh you are NOT escaping this."

Enfys exclaimed before grabbing him

Ether was happy to be included.

He looked at enfys holding his hand and felt his heart thumping loudly. He didn't understand what was happening but bun didn't care and let themself be dragged.

And there sat avalos on a tree

Angrily biting an apple that seemed to have been roasted.

"Ugh. I'll just let him have his fun for now." Before she let herself fall into the ground and turn to black smoke and leaving the apple behind

[echantedtoon]

Snatcher Week Day 5 Your Contract Has Expired

Subcon Forest was not a place for just anyone to enter and exit as they please. There was a reason these woods had such a feared reputation and was rumored to be haunted. Because it was. By the King Snatcher of Subcon(as he liked to refer to himself) and his ghastly assortment of minions and dwellers behind him as his undead army, anyone who went in NEVER came out which added to the entire frightfulness of it all!! The dark sky and dead trees twisted with dangerous vines as the sun dared not shine here. If that won't convince you to stay away then maybe the giant chunk of the forest that always so dangerously cold will? Or perhaps the section that's always burning bright with enchanted flames? Or maybe the ghostly king who claimed trespassers' souls as his own or the rumor of a powerful witch? Either way, whatever helps to keep trespassers out he was all for it. But there was two people in his forest he was anticipating. Two small children who were foolish enough to wonder into his forest and he took full advantage of the situation having a few of his pesky chores cleared out and still have some souls to add to his collection. Now all that had to be done now that the work was all done, was to collect his debt. And he knew JUST the way to do so. And all it would take would be one little itty bitty tiny sparkly hourglass-

This was bad.

She knew it was bad the moment she didn't see the ghost for a while. She had finished his last contract but now he was no where to be found, not even in his spooky treehouse. Then she had sensed it. The magic of one of her time pieces. Of course she had immediately followed it making Bow stay back at the ship as she ventured deep into the Subcon Forest to somewhere she's never been before until she came across it. Some kind of strange brick base, no doubt once some kind of giant structure but it looked so strange. Candles lit up the circle being her only source of light as she approached, random old furniture and other things also littered the base of the circle long forgotten by anyone who once lived there. From the tree branches above dangled cages that creaked and groaned under the slight wind promising a dangerous fate. But the strangest thing to her was the green algea infested pool of water that was just stuck in the middle of the circle. Very strange. But what got her attention the most was the shiny light. The light of a small tiny time piece that glowed in the dark sitting just on the other side of the circle. Just sitting there waiting for her to pick it up. It must've landed here when it fell from the sky. But something about this was-...Strange. Off even. She looked around and saw nothing and no one around here so what was this weird feeling. After a bit she decided to risk it, running a brisk pace right at the time piece and dove. Hands reaching out ready to grab onto it, before just at the last second it disappeared in a puff of purple smoke. With a thud she fumbled to the ground in a heap. What the pe-

"Wait up, Kid," a disembodied voice called out from no where raspy, deep, and full of malice," Remember how the old contractor had his head pop off?"

THAT VOICE!! She stumbled to sit up, hands flying to her giant top hat to push it off her head as she did so and blinked her big blue eyes open. And then gasped in fright as the water began to bubble and boil as if lit by a giant fire underneath the blackened dirt. It boiled faster and faster as bubbles popped and the water splashed about. Until something emerged. Two large hands slowly emerged from the pool to grab the edges and something pulled itself slowly out of the water. A large fanged grin and two yellow eyes smiled at her from it's dark black-purple body as it rose higher and higher until standing over her sixteen feet long was a ghost. And not just any ghost. SNATCHER!! He felt delight seeing the shock and fear plain as day on her face as water slowly dripped off his body- ...Hang on a minute. Where was the other one?? He was sure there was two of them! Oh well. There was plenty of time to nab the other one once he was done with this hat brat. No need to rush things.

"That wasn't a coincidence," he continued sinisterly smiling at her, "It popped off the moment he stopped being useful to me. And guess who else just became obsolete?" He had to commend her mind for figuring out quick what he meant when her eyes widened more. "That's right." A clawed hand pointed right at her. "You. Now that that possessed outhouse isn't bothering me anymore, and all those contracts of yours are tidied away, I don't need you around. Besides you didn't think I was gonna let you keep all these time pieces, did you? They fell in my forest, kid. They belong to ME."

And then he struck out at her. Claws outstretched to snatch her up, but she yelped and ducked just at the last moment feeling the breeze from his arm skim over her head, her hat snatched from her head. ...Hmm. Not what he wanted but he still add insult to injury by tainting her with this little thievery. So as she blinked up at him, he placed it on his own head before lifting his arms out channeling something from under the earth- She squealed in fright as the earth beneath them shook and rattled as if an earthquake was taking placed all around until with a clap of thunder they arrived. With the moaning of the wicked and lost, they came called by their master to his aid. Hundreds of moaning souls encasing and crawling over the sides of the weird brick base to the Snatcher, swirling around them and swallowing him whole in the rattling and moaning mess as she could only watch in horror. The light from the candles around them being snuffed out to bring black abyss except for two glowing yellow eyes and a fanged grin. Until black finally swallowed them both and at once the moans and rumbling stopped.

"Time you saw what I'm really capable of, Kid. Say good bye to that little head of yours!"

[casspurrjoybell-27]

In a Heartbeat - Chapter 6 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Simon

With striking gold eyes boring into mine, Xavier's pitch black wolf form covered my view of any chance of fleeing.

Despite being two years younger, he exuded a confident and intimidating presence, nearly as powerful as an Alpha.

As far as I remembered, he was groomed to be a top ranking Beta and serve as the second in line for the Alpha position.

If I hadn't known any better, I would have assumed he was an Alpha with the way he carried himself.

He stared for a while, nostrils flaring as if smelling something, while I tried my best to expose my stomach and neck in the cramped crevice in the cave.

However, he didn't seem at all concerned about it as much as he was trying to smell something.

He leaned closer, sniffing my face and toward my neck, before pulling back.

The way he seemed to be investigating was unnerving, to say the least, I had no idea why he had approached me, let alone venture out this far from the pack.

Something was definitely off and even though I hadn't seen him for ten years, this behavior seemed out of character for him.

I tilted my head as if to question his presence.

He let out a low whine before huffing and sitting down.

It was a few agonizing minutes before he finally spoke.

"I don't understand."

I didn't dare respond, lest he gets angry.

"They said this is what it's supposed to smell like but you're not-you can't be," he mumbled.

"I don't get it."

Thanks to me, he would never grow old with his mate.

Thanks to me he could never experience what it was like to have someone by your side, not like I would know what's it like.

Although my mate was alive, I would never get to experience that either.

I would never get to stand by his side and be the pack's Luna, considering I was banned from ever returning and Vince already had Luna Sarah, who despite not being his mate, was someone worthy of his choosing.

It was an unspoken rule that Alphas of packs needed a Luna mate to run in order to be a legitimate pack and in the event Vince was to step down or perish, Xavier was to take over.

However, without Nicole, Xavier could never fulfill his role as second in line if it were to come down to it.

Even after Nicole died, I refused to tell anyone about her secret, especially to Xavier.

It was better that he didn't know his mate died before he turned sixteen, the age wolves start discovering who their mates were.

It would be devastating and I didn't want Xavier or the rest of the pack to suffer any further than it already has for my actions.

If I hadn't let Vince know and kept it a secret, my parents, my younger siblings and Nicole could have lived and I wouldn't have to live as a rogue and there's the fact that Xavier probably had changed in the last ten years.

All those years of searching without any lead could have made him more volatile and irritable.

If I were to explain to him that Nicole was his mate, there was a chance that he could lash out and become as angry as Vince when I told him about our predicament.

Xavier shocked me out of my thoughts when he nudged my paw.

"You alright?"

I tilted my head in confusion, tucking my paws closer to my body.

"I must've scared you, barging in here," he explained while he laid his head down as if an attempt to make himself smaller and less intimidating.

"Sorry, it's just I've been going crazy because every time I'm out here, I catch a whiff of what I think is their scent but it always leads me to this cave. It was the first time I saw a wolf in here and I overreacted. I promise I meant no harm," he rambled on.

I almost smiled, Xavier was still the same as when he was fourteen.

He rambled when he was flustered or trying to explain something.

It was a little quirk of his, that was completely different from his usual stoic demeanor.

"It's okay," I reassured him.

His eyes seemed to light up in relief.

"Anyways, how have you been?"

'Not fine,' I almost wanted to say.

As much as I hated to admit it, I was a complete wreck.

Both physically and emotionally, despite how much I denied it.

"Could be better," I opted.

His elated mood dropped as if he was genuinely upset at my response.

He scooted closer toward me before plopping his head back down on the cave floor.

"Look, I can't begin to imagine what you went through and it's not much but for what it's worth, I'm sorry about what happened. I know you probably won't ever forgive my brother but I hope you can forgive the pack as well as yourself. It isn't your fault and the pack doesn't..."

A guttural growl echoed throughout the cave, cutting Xavier's rant off.

Truthfully I was grateful, I didn't like his pity, despite seeming genuine, I didn't want his apology, the only apology I ever wanted was from his brother directly.

Although I appreciated his concern, it's not like he could go back in time and change what happened.

Immediately Xavier's body tensed as he got up and looked to see a large dark brown wolf, hair standing up as he kept growling.

At first, I hadn't recognized who it was until I looked at the pair of orange eyes.

When I finally realized, my entire body froze, fear consuming any coherent thoughts.

I suddenly felt like I was back in one of those nightmares, the events leading up to my family's death replaying over my head.

The look of Lucas's orange eyes, still as harsh as the day I left.

I felt paralyzed minus the uncontrollable shaking as I was trapped between the cave, Xavier and now Lucas.

Xavier has growled back in a way that rivaled Lucas's, which only made me panic more.

Through my muddled thoughts, Xavier had seemed to block my view of Lucas, growling even further.

I couldn't make out what they were arguing about or if they had just been communicating through the pack link.

All I knew was that I wanted to leave.

I didn't want to be caught in the middle of this any longer.

Although I could see out the mouth of the cave, sneaking out past them was impossible.

So instead I curled up as far into the little cavern as possible, the scraggy wall jabbing into my back and shoulder.

There were a few deafening barks and snarls but for the most part, it had been them growling at each other.

I tried to stop my shaking, as I shit my eyes as hard as possible in a futile attempt at trying not to witness everything all over again.

Instead, I tried thinking about something happier.

Most happy memories consisted my family, which wasn't something I wanted to think about with Lucas here, so I thought about the next happiest person.

Cedar's face popped into my head.

As much as I found his clingy, way too happy-go-lucky personality sometimes annoying, he had always been there to lighten the mood.

Despite being so young and growing up without his parents, Cedar was such a bubbly and positive person that it sometimes hurt to watch.

Part of him reminded me of some of my own younger siblings who were high energy and way too optimistic about life.

It felt like an eternity before the growling ceased and the tension I held in my body released.

I slowly peeked my head out only to find, to my surprise, that both of the Betas had left.

I waited for a while until I deemed it safe to leave the cave, before venturing out near the lake.

My stomach was protesting for food and with the increasingly colder temperature, it was probably best I go hunting before the small game went into hiding.

I looked around to see that the two wolves had indeed vanished.

I knew a lot of hares preferred their homes at the foot of the mountain, where the small stream had traversed into the lake.

I followed the perimeter of the lake until I came across the stream, finding that the water was frosting over.

There was a few fish circling around, while others were already frozen.

It wasn't the first time I spent a winter in the mountains away from Aspen and Cedar but it sure wasn't a pleasant experience.

There had been a blizzard a few winters ago and I had been stuck for quite a few weeks until the snow melted enough to leave.

Luckily I snagged a few hares to last me but I had begged Aspen to order a bunch of food once I returned.

I kept walking toward the spot I knew had some rabbit dens while I pondered what Aspen would say to me when I returned.

He'd probably get mad and rant about why I shouldn't have left and just stayed.

He'd probably shadow me around the motel, watching my every movement like a hawk.

I wouldn't doubt that he'd probably stay up all night and question everything I'm doing like an overprotective parent.

I didn't understand why Aspen had this need to watch over me when I've told him time and time again that despite being covered in blood, it was never enough to see a doctor or get stitches.

It would heal up every time and a part of me during those episodes probably knew to never cut that deep, as if it was fatal, it wouldn't just kill me but eventually kill Vince, despite how much I wanted him to feel an inkling of what I am feeling, I didn't wish this pain or death on anyone.

Not only would he suffer but so would the pack and I didn't want them to suffer because of me anymore.

And in a way I was causing Aspen and Cedar to suffer because of it, which is why it should be reasonable if I leave them, even if for a couple of weeks.

Cedar still had the chance to experience life with a mate, he didn't need to witness all this drama.

His optimism on life shouldn't be ruined because of me and Aspen shouldn't have to fret over another person, he was already dealing with raising Cedar.

As I got closer to the dens a sharp bark rang out from the treelines startling me out of my thoughts.

I crouched down, looking for this source, only to be surprised when a young wolf stumbled out of the bushes.

[unveiledkinarchive]

ezrah. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. 

BASIC INFO

full name — Ezrah Ryder age — ninety-four (looks 40ish) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) orientation — homosexual occupation — sheriff species — fairy (fire magic) clothing style — usually his uniform, though if not ...plain t's and jeans tbh. comfy and well, lame.

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Pedro Pascal hair — brown / eyes — brown height — five foot & eleven inches build — kinda like a T, broad af shoulders, semi-muscled torso, slutty waist (it be thin ok), everything else is yum scars — a faint one across the bridge of his nose, underneath his right eye, bullet wound scar on his thigh tattoos — when he was a sixteen, his friends talked him into getting an elvish tattoo inspired by the lord of the rings done behind his ear... so there's that. piercings — ears special characteristics — generally quiet, not very talktative, comes off a little distracted sometimes (and he often is), will grump without reason, some dare calling him grumpy, but he will definitely shut them down (he is tho) sexual preference— bottom sub (he thinks he's a switch but he's really not)

PERSONALITY

alignment — lawful good positive traits — protective, caring, calm, strong-willed negative traits — indecisive, short-tempered, stubborn, grumpy hobbies — trekking, camping, survival challenges, work.. horse riding

MEDICAL INFO

mental — ptsd physical — he got shot in the leg and the bullet got stuck very very close to the kneecap. when they tried to remove it, they did quite some damage, so he has a subtle limp on him and in cold weather, it throbs quite a bit phobias — claustrophobia,pisantrophia eyesight — 14/20 dominant hand — left hand drug use — nop alcohol use — sometimes diet — healthy, but balanced. like, he will sin every now and then, or drink etc.

BACKGROUND

birthplace — austin, TX parents — n/a siblings — n/a education — high school drop-out notable skills — street cred, packs mean punches, could be watching a pack of puppies and still look grumpy

BIO

Ezrah never met his parents. He had no name, no pictures - photographs or hints as to who they were, other than that at least one of them must've not been human, although he wouldn't find out about that until much, much later. He also didn't know why he hadn't been allowed to grow up in the care of those who supposedly unconditionally loved him and for the longest time he wondered, but at some point in time ... he just stopped. Sure, that little nagging voice in the back of his mind never quite went away, but ... he learned to live with it and ignore it most of the time.

Back when Ezrah was born, life ... was different. Orphanages were less optimized than they are now and the system - believe it or not, was even worse. Adoption never was part of the plan for him. He grew up among dozens like him - not Fairies, but orphans. They were all trying to survive, really, survival of the fittest. Fifty little boys cramped into a big, rented hall - voila. Orphanage.

The caretakers were overwhelmed, or simply didn't care. Or maybe they had their own issues and worries that kept them up at night and they didn't have the capability to care for these wild little human beings in their care. So, the wildlings care for each other, or for themselves - or for nobody at all. Ezrah himself just wanted to make it out alive. Not being even close to the top 10 in strength or skill, he had to fight twice as hard to keep what he had.

Which wasn't much, really.

But it was all he had, and then there was the food. They spent the days scouting the streets, looking for where to strike - where to acquire even just the smallest bit of food. Every piece mattered, but never bring it back to home. Ezrah was ... of decent height, but ... not exactly built to fight. A twig in the wind compared to a bunch of the other kids there, but regardless of that - disadvantage or not, he made due with stubbornness and resilience.

Bruises, black eyes, purple cheeks ... he always took down at least two of the enemy when he went, so he called that a win. And he'd managed to hold onto his treasures still. In fact, he kept them all until the day he escaped that hellhole. Street cred got you far even then and word got around that Ezrah could hold his own in the ring. Not an actual ring, but a proverbial one. Until then.

Fifteen and unsure what to do with this newfound freedom, he let himself be talked into jumping in the ring of a local gym to prove what he could do. It was far from good, but he had potential - they said. And he was young, too. A perfect little piece of clay. With a big mouth, though they got that stuffed far too soon.

The deal came with a roof over his head, regular meals and a lot of training. It wasn't like Ezrah had job offers lined up for him and the gym sounded better than to curl up on some bench in the park, so he agreed. Turned out he was a great study, so he picked up the basics quick and even the more advanced techniques before his first fight, which.. still was bit of a mess. Nerves.

But Ezrah wouldn't be where he was if he gave up after a defeat, would he? So he got up. Again and again. A few months later, everything was different. He was good at this.Raw violence.

Twenty years later, it was becoming a little too obvious he was aging ... much slower. He was nearing his 40s and still looked like he just hit puberty, so ... he packed the few things he owned and dipped. He'd saved most of his earnings, so ... sky's the limit, right? He got himself a bus ticket to LA and poked his head into the fighting scene there. To avoid the age talk again, he .. had to start fresh - all the way down in the food chain, but it was fine. He didn't mind.

Smart as he could be sometimes, he earned himself another ten years in safe solitude, only he wouldn't get to spend that money, because right on payday, the gym got robbed - some were shot, some not, but it changed something in Ezrah. Life .. had almost been a dream for so long and sure, yes - the pain had stung, but.. it'd almost been too good to be true. He was back on the ground now, fully aware and striving to change up his game.

Due to his looks, he was the perfect candidate for the next step. Law enforcement. LAPD - LA's finest. Stupid-ass motto, but it was what it was. A few years at the academy and Ezrah was a p1. His ... skills from before sure made him every criminal's nightmare and he .. did okay, he felt. Rookie to P3 in 18 months.

He found routine and satisfaction in his work, but ... LA never quite... felt like him to him and honestly, he often wondered where his roots were. The first decade or two he .. ignored it, again, but sooner or later he just couldn't anymore. Research on himself, he'd get in trouble if that got out, but it wouldn't - he was good at what he did.

That was how he found out about the Chateau. And he set out to find it pretty much almost instantly. Bags packed and eager to go. Ten years ago today, Ezrah moved into the Chateau in Alexandria, but soon found his own place and resumed his work at the police station, but ... he never quite stopped looking for hints about his family.

[abarbaricyalp]

Broken Wings

Written for @samtember2022 prompt: angel/wings. (omgggggg I've been writing this for weeks I'm so tired of looking at it. No edits)

The first time Sam saw James, he was ten years old and James had appeared next to him on the top of the jungle gym just as Sam was about to leap off it into a pile of leaves. Sam had no idea how James had managed to get beside him at all, much less so quickly. It had taken Sam about ten minutes to climb his way to the top and he was a very good climber. He was jumping into the pile of leaves because no one else could get to the top of the jungle gym.

But then there was a hand on his arm, gripping onto him so tightly the other boy's fingers had gone a sickly kind of white. "This is a really stupid idea," the boy said levelly, though his eyes were wide and Sam kind of thought he was shaking a little.

"You shouldn't say stupid," Sam answered.

The boy stared at him unamusedly. "I can say it when it's true."

Sam considered this, but he had enough practice ignoring rational arguments between having an older brother and a younger sister, so he just shrugged and got his feet under him again, turning his attention back to the leaves and his chanting friends.

"Too bad," he said. "This is the fastest way down."

The boy sputtered some kind of argument but it was lost in the roaring of the air around Sam as he leapt from the jungle gym and soared towards the leaves. For a second, it really did feel like flying. Then, all at once, the roaring of the wind became the roaring of blood in his ears as pain thrummed through his whole body.

"Uh, should his foot be pointed that way?"

"Hey, does your elbow always look like that?"

"Sam, your nose is bleeding."

"I'm going to get a teacher!"

Sam couldn't find the breath to tell them not to get adults involved, so he tried to find the kid who'd been sitting next to him. He must've been older than Sam, because Sam didn't recognize him at all and the school wasn't big enough to miss someone your own age all year.

It seemed he'd only get one lecture that day, though. The boy was nowhere to be found. Maybe he was worried he'd be in trouble since he was up on top of the jungle gym too. Sam was just happy not to have to hear 'I told you so' any more times that he had to.

---

He kept showing up at all of Sam's worst decisions, like running into the road to catch a baseball or telling a friend to toss a pair of scissors at him from across the room or trying to take on a half pipe before he'd really even learned how to move on the skateboard.

Sam had learned his name was James. He was still confused about how he got on the playground because he was pretty sure James did not go to this school. He figured maybe James was one of those kids who vacationed at the beach and always got into things he wasn't supposed to be in. Or maybe he was homeschooled and lived out in a swamp. Or maybe he was a ghost.

All Sam knew was that he had a nose for trouble. James' warnings worked about half the time. Usually the half where he caught Sam's arm and yanked him away from a bad decision. He was almost never successful at telling Sam to stop doing something. There really wasn't anyone who was. But as they got older and James seemed to lose the knee jerk reaction to scatter when Sam got hurt, they got to spend more time nursing bruised limbs and egos over ice cream or pizza.

Sam hadn't realized how odd a relationship like that might be. He hadn't realized he'd come to expect James around when hurt showed its face. Not until he was sixteen and had just been dumped in the middle of lunch, under an old moss tree that probably harbored more bugs than bark, and James wasn't there when the tears came. Wasn’t there when Sam climbed along divots and branches and the path marked out by decades of people before him. Wasn't there when he skipped his last four classes in favor of hiding in the branches so no one could ever see him again.

He wasn't there when Sam decided to go to the house party that weekend either, but he was there when Sam climbed out of a third story window and stared down at the pool below him. It seemed smaller from this high up. He was almost glad when he felt familiar fingers wrap around his wrist, then smooth over his forearm until James had a hold around his shoulders and was pulling him close.

Sam let him, resisting for just a second before he let himself collapse against James' side. He hid his face against James' neck and clutched at his ribs as sobs that had come out of nowhere rocked through his frame.

"It's alright," James soothed softly. "Let's not make a rough night worse because of broken ribs and a crushed skull," he murmured. He didn't scoot them back into the window but he moved them further along the roof to sit against the wall of the little alcove. "I've got you."

"She just broke it off and left," Sam said to no one in particular, just because he hadn't said it out loud yet. "She said I was 'the one' two weeks ago!"

James nodded and held Sam tighter. "I know. But teenagers are fickle things. You are too. Just give it a few weeks and you'll be okay."

Sam shook his head. "I'm never going to be okay again," he bemoaned dramatically.

James sighed. "There are many things in this life that will test you and change you. This isn't really one of them."

"How could you possibly know that?" Sam asked. "You don't know what it's like."

He didn't have to raise his head to know James was rolling his eyes. The deep weary sigh that shuffled his head was enough to get the point across.

"Because you're sixteen and very little about being sixteen matters in the long run."

"Right, you say with all the wisdom of a seventeen year old," Sam scoffed.

"I'm not seventeen," James argued. Sam was pretty sure that didn't make it better. But the smooth motions of his hands against Sam's back and side did.

He pressed he face against James' neck again and tried to breathe.

---

Sam wasn't trying to be dramatic, but he was pretty sure James wasn't human by the time he enlisted. His daddy was a preacher. He believed in things that existed above and below the earth, always beyond human. He didn't think James was a demon. If he was, he was the worst one Sam had ever heard of. But guardian angel seemed to fit the bill.

It would explain James' ability to appear out of thin air every time Sam was about to make a bad decision. It would explain his determination to keep Sam from getting hurt. It would explain how James had been there to steady Sam on the free-climb rock wall during a training test but hadn't been around for the rest of basics.

It did not explain why James was solid and warm and sweating behind Sam as they moved to the music. James was always half a beat off. Sam was trying really hard not to think about it. The angel thing, but also the music thing. That was going to drive him nuts.

He'd graduated basics four days ago. He was supposed to be on his way back to Louisiana, but he'd decided to stay in Texas for a few extra days. It was only something like ten hours to back home.

He'd been surprised by the vibrancy of the city, had half fallen in love with it, even confined to base. He had expected a decent night life--hell he wouldn't have minded a honky tonk dance hall either--but this club was beyond his expectations. Or maybe his expectations were biased after months without getting to have any fun.

He'd been about ten seconds from joining with another group to hit up other clubs when James had appeared with an arm around his waist and a murmured congratulatory, "Hey, Warhawk."

And, well, Sam hadn't left.

He didn't ask how James was here, just like he hadn't asked how he'd been there when Sam slipped on the rock wall. He just dropped his head back against James' shoulder and reached back to curl his fingers in sweat dampened hair. He'd forgotten how good it could feel to brush through someone else's hair.

James' hands were broad on Sam's hips, covering half his waist. And he was so warm. Sam could feel him through his clothes and the muggy air. It still wasn't enough and he moved James' hands under his shirt. He could've been making it up--it was loud in the club--but he was pretty sure some strangled sound got choked out of the other man when his fingers hit Sam's bare skin. But he didn't let that deter him, groping at Sam's abdomen and chest as soon as he realized Sam was really going to let him touch.

Then again, Sam couldn't judge too much because the sound he made when James kissed his neck was even more needy. He wasn't sure that what they were doing could really be considered dancing, not when James seemed to be incapable of just grinding his hips and Sam was continuously distracted into shivers by James. It was heady though. Sam had already forgotten what the weight of the world felt like. He wasn't chasing a mistake or looking for validation. He was just a young guy dancing in a club in a hot night.

"Will you follow me?" Sam asked against James' cheek.

"Anywhere," James promised.

That sent more shivers through Sam and it was getting ridiculous at this point. He pulled Bucky through the dance floor, skirting around groups and a dance circle that was looking very competitive. There were a few people loitering around the entrance to the bathrooms, but they were all too preoccupied to do more than glance at Sam and James.

James had the forethought to close the door behind them, but he managed to do that with one hand while catching Sam around the waist with the other arm. He opened up under Sam's mouth with an ease that surprised Sam. Like he'd just been waiting for Sam to make a move.

Still, he said, "We shouldn't," as he kissed Sam back against a wall.

Sam hooked his leg up around James' hip. "Why?" he asked, reaching for James' shirt hem. "Because you're, like, an angel or something?"

"Doll, you're the one who flies," James laughed softly. He lifted Sam up like he weighed nothing and mouthed at his collarbones. "No, because you're drunk."

"I know what I want," Sam assured, hiking James' shirt.

"I know you do," Bucky agreed. He dragged his mouth over Sam's jaw and back to his neck. Sam moaned again. It was entirely unfair how good this man's mouth felt.

"What if we went back to my room? I'll drink water the whole way. Be totally sober by the time we get there," Sam tempted.

James' hips rolled against Sam's ass and nodded against Sam's neck. "Yeah," he agreed. "Yeah, alright, let's do that."

But it still took them too long to leave.

---

James was around a little more consistently in Louisiana, like he always had been. But when Sam shipped out for South Carolina first and then London and then Afghanistan, he disappeared. Not for lack of trying on Sam's part. There was many a bad decision to be made and Sam usually ended up with a bloody nose or unofficial reprimand or concussion because his safety net wasn't there to yank him back.

It also didn't help that the gap in Sam's life from James' absence was filled by the direct opposite of a guardian angel. If anything, Riley was the devil on his shoulder, always egging him on to go higher and faster, or try the terrible drink that really tasted like straight gasoline, or to go ahead and start that fight, I totally have your back. Sam loved Riley. Self recognition through the other and all. Riley felt like the other half of his soul.

It was only natural that they were the two chosen for the EXO-7 program. The wing pairs didn't need their wearers to be in each other's back pockets, but Sam was pretty sure it helped a whole hell of a lot. Everything in the air was intuitive with Riley. Once they got used to flying--really flying, if only James could see him now--they were untouchable. They never crashed into each other, never outpaced each other, moved in sync like they could read each other's minds. They had the same morality and together they veered the program towards a search and rescue operation.

Which is why Sam was not thrilled to be running a 3AM mission with an added termination component. It was dark and it was cold and Sam's stomach was tied in knots that he couldn't breathe his way through. In hindsight, he should've found some way to ground them and shut it down. He should've listened to himself.

He wasn't sure what alerted him to the RPG. A noise, maybe. Maybe some slight shift in the air that his body clocked without Sam fully realizing it. A violent set of goosebumps that made him jump towards Riley. He still wasn't sure if he was trying to knock Riley out of the way because he realized Riley was the target or if he was just trying to get them both down.

It didn't matter. Just as his fingers were almost close enough to grab Riley’s sleeve, another body hit his and sent him straight into the ground faster than Sam thought should've been possible. For a blissful moment, for the last moment in his life that wouldn't be marred by tragedy, Sam thought the explosion of color and light was just from his own impact. Thought he was just seeing a concussion take hold, or his body dealing with the pain of broken bones.

And then the debris, the carnage, began to fall around him.

"Riley!" he cried, because at this point their cover was blown anyway. When no response came, he took to the air again, ignoring the pain blooming along his body. There was no one in the sky with him, but there was really no one on the ground either.

Sam's head swam but he turned desperately, searching for where Riley was hovering, waiting for him so they could go back together. Together. They were supposed to be together. He was almost in Sam's hands. Sam almost had him. And who had hit Sam? Who else was in the sky?

Sam felt his altitude drop. He couldn't concentrate well enough to control any of the fine mechanics of the jet pack, and he didn't really care either. The wings engaged a few meters later and Sam came up short in front of someone else.

He wasn't in wings like the EXO-7. They were... real? Huge and dark and full of feathers. Some of the feathers were singed too, still simmering. Sam couldn't pay attention to any of it.

"Help me find him," he cried, spinning again and beginning to dive and rise over and over, trying to see as much of the area as he could. But it was dark and there were tears in his eyes and pain was beginning to settle into his bones. He knew Riley wasn't in the air. He knew even if he did find him on the ground, there'd be nothing he could do. Still, he searched and his heart ached and dark feathers floated around him. It was as if they were pressing him down, making the air heavier around him. He struggled against the weight but his heart hurt and his ribs hurt and he was so confused. He hit the ground and crumbled into a heap.

"Sam, you can't stay here," James said, landing beside Sam and covering him with those impossible wings.

Sam burrowed into the darkness they provided. He wanted to curl into a ball, hide his face behind his ribs, tuck his elbows beneath his knees, remove his heart to make space for anything else, anything that wouldn't hurt so much. None of this made any sense. He wanted to wake up and forget this deep ache in his chest that he knew he'd never be able to carve back out.

"Sam, you're hurt and you can't stay here," James repeated. But he wasn't touching Sam, except for his heavy wings, so Sam didn't bother coming out of hiding.

And then suddenly they were in Louisiana. Sam fell back into damp earth and blinked at the overcast sky. The kind of overcast that only managed to make the sun brighter, a gray that hurt to look at. He could picture what the ocean looked right then, the choppy waves and dangerous blue-grey tinge of a sea before the storm. But he couldn't see the ocean, couldn't even hear it. James stood in front of him, his wings drooping behind him.

"You are the most reckless thing I've ever been tasked with," he said with a weird level to his voice. "And the last guy I had put a plane down in the Atlantic Ocean."

Sam blinked at him. Partially because the sky was making his head hurt and partially because it was getting more and more difficult to see James as more than a glowing shadow. "What are you? What's happening?"

"What's happening is that your lungs are filling with fluid and there's a slow bleed in your brain. You're dying. Lucky for you, I'm very good at my job." James came forward but didn't get much clearer. Occasionally, a single feature would suddenly come into focus but it'd be gone as soon as Sam saw something else.

"What are you?" he repeated.

"A guardian angel," James said as he reached over to run his hand over Sam's head. The slight pressure sent pain racing through his skull. "An exhausted guardian angel. You're welcome."

"I have to find Riley. Why would you pull me away? I almost had him," Sam accused, the terror of the night creeping back to him. No amount of Louisiana storm would keep that at bay.

"Your friend is gone. It's too late. You weren't meant to save him."

"Bullshit. You were there. You could have helped!"

James shook his head, turning his attention to Sam's chest, repeated the delicate series of movements there as he had on his head. "He was not mine to save either."

"That's bullshit! Where was his guardian angel? Why have I seen you my whole life but his couldn't be around for the ten seconds he needed it?"

"Because you're meant to live, Sam. And all the good things you're meant to live for--that spirit and big heart and ability to make friends and leadership abilities--all of that makes you much more prone to getting hurt and cutting your time short. I had to be there to keep you on the path."

When James pulled his hand away, some pressure eased from Sam's ribs. Nothing happened to the pain in his heart. "He's just like me. You should have saved him too."

"That's not my decision to make. I'm in charge of you. And, trust me, that's enough."

Sam shook his head. Thunder cracked above them and rain was about to split the sky open. Sam wanted to dig into the ground and never come up.

"Sam, let me save your life," James said softly. There were hands on him, urging him upwards, up to his feet. There were wings behind him then, propping him up. His wings. The things he had fought for for so long.

"Why?" Sam asked, and the wings became dead weight on his back, yanking him over.

James held him tightly and kept him on his feet. "Because you still have so much to do."

These things we do.

Sam nodded and clutched onto James' arms. "Okay. Okay. Let's...let's go back."

James smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah. Let's get you home."

There was only the rest of his life ahead of him.

---

"Yeah, I thought you might show up here," Sam panted, squinting up at James as he gasped in breaths without being too obvious about it.

"You're not dying," James said. "And even if you were, there's not much I could do about it." At the furrow of Sam's brows, he ducked his head and gave a sheepish smile. "I'm kind of between jobs right now."

"What?" Sam asked. "How can you be between jobs? I'm standing right here."

"You are collapsed in a heap right here," James corrected. "And I know. It's pretty unheard of for a guardian angel to lose their charge. But it's also unheard of for a guardian angel to have two charges walking the earth at the same time. Which really isn't my fault. I didn't decide if he was dead or not."

Sam glanced over his shoulder, but he couldn't find the sprinting form of one Steve Rogers anywhere on the Mall. Probably three miles gone by now. Should be back in a minute or so. "You know, I didn't assume Captain America when you said plane crash."

James shrugged. "You didn't have to know. I was all yours at that point."

"What happens now?" Sam asked.

James sat next to him under the tree and tilted his face up to look at the leaves. "I guess I get to kind of just exist for a little while," he hummed. He closed his eyes as the sunlight fell over his face. "I've never really felt this. The sun and the wind and the grass."

"No?"

"No. It's all too grand for angels to understand."

"I would've thought it was the opposite. That you guys were too important to notice something so small."

James shook his head. "All of this, it's only for you. For humans. God loves you so much, they made a whole world just for you. And I get it now."

Sam reached over to trail his fingers over James' hand and up his arm, then laughed when goosebumps followed his touch. "So who's in charge of me now?" he asked.

"I can't tell you. But he's already got a lot of practice watching your back. He'll do anything so that you may live."

Sam felt his heart stutter in his chest. No matter how much he tried to tell himself not to read too much into it, he already believed. "Then what do you want to do first, James?"

"Well, I want food. I've never been so hungry. But first, I think I want to start going by--"

"Bucky?" Steve Rogers asked, staring at the two of them.

James grinned. "Yeah, that one again. And then I guess I have to figure out some other way to keep the two of you alive."

Sam knocked his shoulder against Bucky's with his own grin. "Or, y’know, I could show you how good it feels to be human and still fly."

"Nah, I think that one's all for you, angel," Bucky laughed softly and then leaned over to kiss Sam. Judging by the noise he made, it felt just as good as it did to Sam.

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"lists" | ron b. weasley (part one)

read part two here !!

summary; you and your boyfriend ron are both completely inexperienced, but one day he asks you what you like in bed. lucky for you, you actually made a list. and he's happy enough to play a few of those fantasies out.

tagged; @weasleyssupremacy

word count; 4.6k

content; smut, fluff, banter, making out, embarrassment, shit ton of blushing, mentions of kinks, mentions of teasing, mentions of hitting, mentions of choking, mentions of sex, mentions of praise, mentions of degradation, cursing, grinding, finger-sucking, spit, cum swallowing, first time foreplay (male receiving oral, female receiving oral), fingering, handjob kinda, orgasms, teaching/instructions, relatively realistic, no aftercare included but you know damn well ron'll take care of you, not really a specific dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced/house-neutral fem!reader, inexperienced boyfriend!ron, think that's it but lemme know if i forgot anything !

a/n; holy shit this took me hours !! in this fic, ron and the reader are sixteen years old. i'm from the uk, where the legal age of consent is sixteen — more specifically, in england, wales and northern ireland, a minor is considered a person under the age of eighteen. and i do not want to write smut about minors, i will never do that. so i did a little more research, standard wiki shite, and in scotland (where hogwarts is) that age is sixteen. sixteen year olds and up are no longer minors in scotland. i know many of you are from different countries and therefore may feel uncomfortable with this age because it doesn't reflect the definition of minor/non-minor in your respective countries, and that is perfectly okay !! i completely understand, hope this made sense bc i'm too fucking exhausted to tell. feel free to scroll by and find another fic to read, please put in a request for any of the harry potter characters if u wish, and have a lovely day :))

you hadn't done much with him.

just kissing, really. some grinding here and there. you were comfortable in each other's grasp, sure, but you both never quite went over that line, of more than kissing, of more than light touching.

didn't make you insecure. nor impatient. it was a comfortable kind of middle ground.

and in that middle ground, you were seated on his thighs, legs either side of him, kissing gently, tenderly. these were tepid, lukewarm, waters, just bordering on more, just bordering on scalding hot, and you didn't mind it. you didn't mind it at all.

pulling back, lips not too swollen, just pink, you smiled softly down at ron weasley.

"you okay?" he asked. you hadn't meant to start kissing, you were just talking, just hanging out, him levitating a marble in his empty bedroom, you reading a book and making sure he didn't try and levitate a lamp — that never went well. not with ron weasley. but he got bored, and your eyes wouldn't focus on the pages, and you'd forgotten your reading glasses and he'd kissed you sweetly, and you'd kissed him back and now... now, you were snogging. you didn't care much for that word. it sounded weird, and heavy, and hot. and things with ron (so far, at least) weren't weighted, and hot, they were warm, and soft, and him.

you took the time to rifle your fingers through his red hair. he'd been letting it grow, just a little, down to the nape of his neck. "yeah, you?"

he grinned cheekily, nose and cheeks flushed already. of course, this was the usual. one kiss from you turned him pink, not out of awkwardness, just passion, you supposed. it was rather cute. and he pushed you further up in his lap, not too close, but closer. you grinned back. you kissed. and you pulled away again, just to look at him.

he took in a sharp breath, before blurting out something he’d wanted to ask for the longest time, "what do you like?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head.

he swallowed. “what do you like?"

"i'm gonna need some context here."

"in bed." now you felt as flushed as he looked. to ask that question, it must've taken a lot of courage. he was a gryffindor after all.

even starting a sentence caused your breathing to pick up. "well, you know i've never done anything before..." that was true. but you'd done your research. you'd actually made a list of what you thought you might like, which was idiotic in retrospect, and quite childish, but you'd done it, and it sat in your bag with a burning prescence.

"but surely you know... ya’ know, what you might like?"

you settled back, more comfortably in his lap, arms still around his neck, but you were less close. "why're you asking?" you teased.

"you know why!" ron groaned, burying his head into your shoulder, and he felt your shoulders shake with nervous laughter.

"well, i guess, i have — well... nevermind." he moved back, face burning, with an eager smile plastered on his face.

"go on, tell me! i want to know."

"it's embarrassing!"

"i won't make fun."

"yes, you absolutely will."

"won't."

"will."

"just tell me."

you swallowed and chewed nervously at your lip. "i've made a list."

"alright, tell me." if he said 'tell me' one more time you would strangle him. speaking of choking, and all that —

"promise you won't judge?"

"promise."

"well it's more of... well, it's not a mental list. i've written it down."

a grin broke out on your boyfriend's face, and you smacked his bicep.

"oi, you said you wouldn't judge!"

"i'm not judging! it's just cute, 's all." his smile faded a little. "so, about that list... why don't you go fetch it?" he said, with a sideways nod of his head.

"fetch? i'm not a dog."

he made the excited face he always had before he told a bad joke. for fucks sake. "aw, well, i figured pet play would be on your list —"

"shut up, shut up, shut up!" with each 'shut up' you punched his chest and he crossed his arms over it to protect himself.

"hitting, is that your kink too?" well, you weren’t exactly opposed.

you groaned and swung your leg over him, "i'm gonna go get my fucking list."

getting up and 'fetching' your bag, you searched through it and found your little, blue notepad. as soon as you'd returned to the four poster bed, ron reached out to grab it, and you quickly pulled back.

"no, i have more than just 'kinks' in there. and i don't wanna tell you everything."

"why not?" he was genuinely confused. that was the problem with these weasley boys: no boundaries.

"if i tell you everything about me then what secrets will i have left?"

"secrets are overrated." he stared blankly at you, shrugging, but still wrapped his arms around your waist comfortably as you swung your leg back over to sit on his thighs. as you flipped through the pages of the notepad, you found what you had been searching for. 27 pages in, hidden between random pencil scrawls, was your list. you'd learned about sex from books, and your friends' experiences, and being a sixteen year old at what is technically a boarding school. and though that wasn't the highest form of education, you knew enough to keep safe, and to feel good, and ron knew enough, too. "so, start reading!"

looking over the first line, your cheeks burned and you shook your head. "i can't say that!"

"want me to turn around?"

"no, i — no. i'm just gonna..." you slid all the way up his lap, ron attempting to ignore that you were right over his crotch in a pair of pretty blue jeans, and hid your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embarrassed by your childish ways.

"c—" ron's voice broke, and you fought a smile, "comfy?"

"yeah. i'm ready now." you swallowed, breaths shallow and voice shaky as you brought your list up to your eyes. "um, well, i've heard about, uh —" he rubbed a hand up and down your back. you couldn't see him, but he was grinning and biting his tongue in anticipation. "pet play."

"you bloody liar, tell me the real list! don't be a pussy."

"fine, fine. no pet play. but i, uh, think choking sounds hot." your voice was slightly less shaky as you kept your flaming cheeks out of view. ron was bright red, too.

"uhuh. what next?" his voice was quiet and trembling now, grip on your waist tighter. the atmosphere of his dorm room had completely shifted.

"and, um, teasing. 's hot." your eyes flitted to the next word, trying to keep your composure as ron's grip on your waist tightened even more, keeping you still on top of him. "i like being praised, but being degraded is — it sounds... good."

ron had to fight the urge to groan, not out of frustration, but pure lust. you were by no means innocent, in fact, you tended to make a sex joke every day, or comment 'that's what she said' at every euphemism, but he never expected to hear those words actually slip from your lips. he couldn't speak, his voice got stuck in his throat, and he knew if he even tried his voice would break and go all high-pitched.

"then, hair pulling. hard sex, soft sex." both of your hearts were beating so fast, and you squeezed your legs against him. it was a nervous action, but you didn't expect him to let out a high gasp, and you certainly didn't expect him to grow firmer beneath you. "spanking, breeding, maybe, we'll see." he closed his eyes and let out a low exhale that he’d been holding in.

you pressed your hips harder down onto him, and his nails dug into your thighs. you'd been in this position before, while kissing, but this felt like pure filth, you telling him what you wanted him to do to you, and him just listening, and him getting hard. i mean, he'd been hard beneath you before, on top of you even, but it never led to anything more, and you didn't think you'd ever felt him this hard.

"i — i think i like biting. anywhere, really. not too hard. you have to be gentle with me." you had pulled back a little now, eyes still glued to your notepad, head turned a little so your lips were almost touching his ear. tentatively, you looked away. the tips of his ears were burning hot, and red. you took the lobe between your teeth, biting softly, tongue darting out just a little. his hips bucked up into yours, and you both moaned quietly. "and licking." you slid your tongue over his warm skin, just below his ear, then curved your spine to lick further over the expanse of his neck, causing him to let out another breathy moan.

"fuck..."

"and, spit. i think it's hot. i've thought about it, about you, before. i dunno." you kept your tone unsure, in hesitation. you had more on your list, just things you found hot, situations you found hot, but you closed it and pulled back, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and fiddling with the notepad between your fingers. that was enough, for now. ron was breathing heavily. you were breathing heavily. everything felt hot, and heavy, and it wasn't the norm, not with ron, but you liked it.

"th— that was... good. a good list." he choked, hands still on your thighs.

"yeah."

a tense silence settled between you, until he wrapped one arm around your waist, hand slipping up your back, the other in your hair, and brought you into a feverish kiss. you grinded down on him, moaning into his mouth feeling the reminder of how hard he was, chucking the list to the side and sliding your hands up his shirt as your tongues explored each other's mouths. it felt good. really good. better than you could have expected.

ron gently nibbled at your bottom lip, before pulling away and moving his focus to your neck. you tilted your head to the side, hurriedly moving your hair to the side to give him better access. he licked teasingly up your neck, and you dug crescent moons into his abdominal as he began sucking and biting at the skin beneath your ear, and your pulse point, and soon your collarbone, and before you knew it your sweater was pulled off and he sucked and licked against the skin right above your breasts. this was the first time he'd seen you without a top on, just in a plain, black bra, and he was damn well going to savour it.

you tried to hold back moans, but it seemed impossible when he was burning beneath you, so you did what was natural. you grinded against him and whined as he trailed wet kisses all over your chest, and after a while of you arching your chest into his mouth, you realised what he was doing.

your voice came out breathless, almost breaking. "you're teasing me."

he stopped his trail of kisses to move his face back to yours. "what, you thought i wasn't listening?"

"well, stop." you whined, scratching your nails over his abdomen once more, earning a shallow moan from him.

"i thought you liked it." he tilted his head, almost smirking.

you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, chest heaving, as you took your hands from under his shirt. "just touch me. please." ron took a moment to take his own shirt off, and you admired the freckles dotted over his pale yet flushed chest and shoulders until he wrapped his arms around you, unhooking your bra clumsily, fingers shaking with lust. you gripped his shoulders, fingers gliding over each mole as your eyes darted over his features.

"so fucking pretty." he licked and kissed underneath your right breast, cupping the other one in his large hand, and your mouth dropped open, brows furrowed in pleasure as he took a nipple into his mouth, looking up at you as you grinded down onto him.

"ron, fuck, i'm too sensitive."

you watched him grin as he slowed his movements and instead licked softly once over your nipple as you threw your head back. you were the hottest thing he'd ever seen. well, he'd only ever seen his brother's porn magazines so there wasn't much competition. but he could say without a doubt that you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, your back arched, your head thrown back, your chest flushed. so pretty. but if he didn't speed things up he was sure he would cum in his jeans. you caught his lips in yours once more, struggling with the buckle on his jeans. you knew you wouldn't have sex, not today. but other things were always possible. that thought made your head spin with anxiety and need.

after a little while, you resorted to quickly tugging off your own jeans, ron doing the same, and soon you were back in the same position, except you could really feel him against you. you both looked down at the sight of you in your panties on top of him in his blue boxers, and both laughed breathlessly, kissing once more before you slid off and between his legs. if you'd stayed any longer, he might've felt how fucking wet you were.

"y/n..."

"it's okay, i want to do this. do you? we don't have to." he nodded his head, bottom lip between his teeth. "okay. just tell me what to do, okay? tell me what you like, ronnie."

‘ronnie’ didn't think he'd last that long when your hands were gripping at his thighs and you were on your knees, in only your underwear, between his legs. "okay. yeah."

you cautiously slipped down his underwear, pausing for a second as his flushed and red cock smacked up against his stomach. fuck, he was big, and already dripping precum. you were almost mesmerised with him before you remembered that he might be self conscious, so you proceeded to slip his underwear all the way off, throwing it off the side of the bed and coming closer to him, laying on your stomach and trailing a finger soothingly up and down his thigh. "so pretty." you teased, mimicking him from before, but as you looked up at his desperate face, mouth open, cheeks red, brows raised slightly, you decided that maybe teasing wasn't the best decision in that moment.

so, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand as ron moaned, head thrown back just like you had before. "that feels good."

"i haven't even done anything yet." you chuckled, looking up at him expectantly until his blue eyes met your own. "tell me what to do."

he gulped. "right, so you just wanna... make your hand wet. spit in your hand. you should like that." he couldn't believe he was saying this to you, or even joking in this moment, because right there, he was totally and utterly at your mercy.

you removed your hand from him, finding your mouth already salivating, and instead of licking your hand, you gathered your spit and let it drop from your tongue down onto it. he groaned as you looked up at him. fuck, he definitely wouldn't last long if you did more shit like that. taking your slick hand, you guided it up and down his cock, hesitantly dragging it over the tip, making him buck up into your hand and drip out even more precum. "fuck, uh... be careful with the tip. it's sensitive."

"sorry." he went to tell you not to apologise, but then you avoided going directly over the tip, collecting more of the precum, and the amount of spit and slick on your hand was creating lewd, wet sounds. if he tried to speak now, he’d probably just whine. testing the (now, scalding hot) waters, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, and he moaned even louder. he seemed to like that, so you did it again, and again, then put the tip in your mouth, pushing your lips down onto it until you got scared that your teeth would graze him.

"fuck, just like that, y/n, you’re so good."

seems he took more notes than you gave him credit for. or maybe this was natural? shit, is this how he spoke normally? he would drive you insane.

and how the fuck did people not use their teeth? at this point, you wanted to hear more of those beautiful sounds coming from your boyfriend's mouth, but also wanted to ask him. so you slowly took your mouth off, making him look down at you in concern.

"ron, how... i'm worried i'll use my teeth."

ron wasn't sure how to answer that, being just as inexperienced as you were, but he tried to use what he heard his friends talking about in the boys dorm.

"i think you just, try to wrap your lips down over your teeth. or you purse your lips. like an ice pop." you chuckled, and so did he. "i guess you have to make your tongue flat and then cover the top ones."

"okay, i'll try..." but before you went down again, he spoke once more.

"and, don't swallow the cum. doesn't taste great."

you nodded, and he watched you as you tried the technique, getting down even further, causing him to grip at your hair. he didn't push you down, just needed something to hold onto other than the bedsheets, that was all. and after all, you did quite like hair pulling. you moved his thick cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your hands around the parts where your mouth couldn't reach, and looked up as ron's grip tightened on you. you didn't bother touching his balls — that was an experiment for another day.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you moved your mouth to just the tip, as more groans left his lips. "y/n, shit, don't swallow, just take your — fuck, take your mouth off."

you were stubborn. so stubborn in fact, that you kept suckling at the tip of his cock as he jerked up into your mouth, body freezing, as you swallowed load after load. you just wanted to please him. and thank merlin you'd done all those water (and to be honest, butterbeer) chugging competitions with lee, or you'd have been absolutely done for. he was right, it didn't taste good, at all. it was salty, and bitter, and as you took your mouth off him and let his slowly softening dick slap against his thigh, you almost winced at the flavour.

ron's chest was pink and flushed with perspiration, head thrown back against the headboard and eyes firmly closed, recovering. "fuck. told you."

"'s not the worst thing in the world. i'd do it again."

"don't say that or i'll get hard again." he reached for his boxers off the side of the bed, awkwardly slipping them on in a sitting position.

you chuckled, reaching to his bedside table to gulp down some water, head fuzzy and chest warm with the accomplishment of pleasing your boyfriend. he wiped a hand over his forehead, taking the glass out of your hand to take a big sip himself before putting it down.

"well, that was exhausting." he groaned.

"tell me about it. my bloody jaw hurts." you grinned, and he smiled back and rushed to peck you on the lips firmly, sending you to fall back against the covers as he hovered on top of you. "what're you doing?"

"don't think i'm done with you just yet." he grinned, but faltered. "unless you don't want to. i don't want to force you or anything, just tell me if —" you shut the clumsy boy up with another kiss, clasping your hands behind his neck and grabbing at his soft hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. you clenched around nothing as you felt his soft cock beneath his boxers against your soaked panties.

"it'd be my pleasure." you muttered against his lips. and he grinded into you once more before moving you so your head was against the headboard, and him between your legs.

"oh, how the turn tables, hmm?"

"shut it, loverboy." you shook your head, biting your lip and looking down at him as he trailed his nails down your inner thighs, making you arch your back a little. "and what did i say about teasing?"

"that it's hot." his crooked smile made your stomach clench.

"that you should stop." your complaints were ignored as the humour in the room dropped, and he looked at the wet patch seeping through your underwear. he seemed transfixed, swiping the pad of his thumb over it, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off, tossing them to the side.

taking his middle finger, he swiped it through your soaked folds, making you whine. "you're dripping." his voice got much deeper, and his throat felt dry, but if he opened his mouth he was sure he'd drool. "did it turn you on, sucking..." he cleared his throat. "sucking my dick?"

you didn't reply, just bucked your hips up into his touch as he paused.

he pressed on. "so?"

"yes, it did." you were so desperate that you actually pouted your lips. seeing ron talk so dirty, despite his hesitance, was the second reason you were dripping. you didn't know he'd be like that. though you should've expected it.

but his shyness hadn't left just yet. "can you... can you tell me what to do?"

you tried to catch your breath, his finger was still over your clit, not firmly pressing, just there. you got distracted for a second, looking down and subtly pushing your hips up, before you bit your lip, swallowed, and met his eyes again. he seemed to be amused by that. "uh, so... you just get your fingers nice and wet, first."

it even surprised ron when he removed his finger from you, and held up his hand to your mouth. your breath hitched. "you're probably wet enough anyway, but go on, then. 's what you like, right?"

you nodded nervously, taking his wrist and putting three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to get enough drool all over 'em, before messily removing them and letting spit string down to your tits. ron watched it all, dick growing hard again. he was sure now. you would be the hottest thing he'd ever see in his entire life. you let go of his wrist as he let the rest of the spit drip onto your pussy, the air leaving you cold as he spread it around with his fingers, up your folds, circling your hole. the avoidance of your clit made you throw your head back, as he teased you. he knew exactly where the clit was, frankly, it was pretty clear to see, all red and swollen and big. he was doing this on purpose.

"please, ronnie." you whined.

"okay, okay. what next?"

"you need to touch my... my clit. and maybe put a finger in, but, be gentle, please?"

"you've never fingered yourself before?" his voice broke.

"i tried, just one, but, it's not really comfy when i do it. too tight. fingers aren't long enough, maybe. i don't know." you swallowed nervously. speaking about your personal sexual experiences was embarrassing. ron found it hot.

he took your advice, slick fingers brushing over your clit, then paying more attention to it, playing with it, even pinching it, turning you into a whimpering mess. figuring you were prepared enough, ron gently dragged his middle finger over to your hole. "gonna put a finger in, now. ready?"

"yeah, please."

you gasped and gripped his arm. he eased in slowly, and fuck, you were tight. you'd broken you hymen before, probably by either walking, riding your bike, or simply experimenting on yourself, so there was no resistance as he reached his finger all the way in, just a slight discomfort on your part. he almost began to start moving, but you tightened your grip. "just a second, ron. your finger's bigger than i'm used to." that sentence made him rut into the bed, as he followed your instruction and stayed still. your body relaxed, and he even felt you begin to unclench around him, your ridges less restricting. "it's okay now, you can — fuck."

he'd started sliding his finger in and out, slowly, as soon as you gave the 'okay', and this was definitely better than you could have ever done to yourself. you weren't sure you could come just from this, but you didn't care, it felt good. you'd heard one way to make it better, though.

"try curling up your finger — oh." if this boy could only give you a chance to breathe. that change in movement was hitting a spongey spot inside you that made you clench your thighs together, which he fixed by using his elbow to spread one, and his free hand to hold down the other. you brought one foot up to his back, needing some kind of stability. "you okay?" he asked, which was a loaded question considering that his thumb accidentally brushing over your clit made your entire body jerk, and you weren't just okay, you were bloody brilliant, the blinding pleasure bordering on pain.

"fuck, touch my clit, please." you moaned, head thrown back as he did as you said, making your entire body spasm. you were so close, so fucking close, and you practically rode his fingers as you thrashed up and down, tits bouncing. you were just about to tell him you were gonna come (though with you non-stop clenching around his one finger, it was pretty obvious) when he decided to try something, removing his thumb from your clit and instead sucking onto it.

he'd heard about eating girls out, and it was something he'd always wanted to do to you, to drive you crazy, and if he couldn't do it now he was going to at least include his mouth into some of the action. he wanted to taste you.

with this surprise, you came hard, the heel of your foot pressing into his back, his hand working hard to hold down your other thigh, stomach clenching and eyes rolling back. you were moaning so much and so loudly that you were glad almost everyone was out at hogsmeade. as you came down from your high, ron removed his lips from your clit and slowly removed his finger, your aftershocks trying to suck him back in. your back, forehead and chest were sweating, your entire mouth dry as your eyes stayed closed. ron rubbed his hands soothingly up your thighs as your body spasmed again, and brought himself up to kiss your forehead, a grin that you couldn't see playing at his lips. he wrapped his arms around you as you sighed and leaned into him.

"fuck." you sighed, opening your heavy eyes and glancing at ron who licked the rest of your cum off his fingers, looking up at the ceiling. you were still clenching around nothing. that was the hardest you'd ever came, even better than the showerhead — oh, ron would have an absolute riot if he knew you used the showerhead. "thank you."

he gave you that dumb fucking grin, the one he always had before making a bad joke. "orange you glad you read out that list?"

"shut up and kiss me. idiot."

[wri0thesley]

hi!!! i just wanted to say that the vampire diluc fic is amazing so far!! i haven't finished it yet but 21k words is A LOT and of top tier quality?? it must've taken u a lot of time. honestly, your work inspired me to work on my own fics for once so thanks for that!! that's all. have a nice day!! <3

AHH anon!!! it has alas been on my mind constantly for about a week, whilst i was Super Sick i wanted to write but didnt wanna like. ruin a kinktober fic. so i just let my little brain run free and it chose vampires as a safe bet gfbkjngfjknb. as i consistently ONLY wrote about vampires from about the ages of twelve to sixteen . . . yeah, it is a very familiar ground that i love revisiting every so often! <3

i am so so glad you are enjoying it!!! i hope that the ending of it also lives up to ur expectations ;_; <3

[blubberingmess]

Ready to comply [Android!Bucky x Fem!reader] chapter 2

*gif not mine*

Chapter summary: You're dizzy drunk last night, though you could vaguely remembered some of what happened. One of them is sticking one of your invention of that poor android's arm, deactivated it in the process.

Previous

It was early in the morning when you woke up with a massive headache, quickly taking the ibuprofen that's resting on your nightstand, although not remebring putting it there before sleeping.

Too tired to think about it, you took the medicine before making your way out of your bedroom.

"Good morning, (Y/n)."

"Son of a bitch! Who the hell are you?!" You screeched, placing a hand on your chest. Eyes still a bit blurry from sleep, you squinted them and saw an android standing still in the middle of your kitchen. Its hand behind its back, standing straight while staring blankly at you.

"Hello (Y/n), my name is... Bucky. Android B107 of CyberStark. Serial number; 103-678-3--" He began reciting his serial number all while scanning you from head to toe, although it looks like his checking you out.

[(Y/n);acquaintance]

[Scanning 'acquaintance'...] [Scanning complete]

[(Y/n);;; vital signs: 14% elevated ; "head"pain level>> 36%]

"Okay-okay! I remember now, fuck." You rubbed your temple while letting out an exasperated sigh. "Your making my headache worse."

["Head"pain level>> 40%]

"You asked me who I was, (Y/n)," Bucky points out matter-of-factly causing you to raise an eyebrow.

You scoffed, giving him a once over. "For an android, you sure are cocky. How long have you been standing there in my kitchen looking like a creep?"

"I've been standing here for approximately five hours, forty-three minutes and sixteen seconds."

You scrunched up your face before rolling your eyes, muttering a small "fucking creep" before making your way towards the stove to cook yourself some breakfast - surprise, surprise.

The android is completely unaffected by your words, turning his heels and started looking around your living area, scanning anything and everything like all androids would when positioned in a new environment.

Bucky is silent as a ghost as he walks around the living room and it slightly makes you uncomfortable knowing there is someone-- an android-- with you right this at moment inside your apartment yet not hearing anything.

It's like you're aware that there's a ghost beside you - it's just silent but it's there.

"So," you started, trying to fill in the silence. "What kind of android are you?" You're his owner right? Might as well get to know the android you've bought.

Bucky looks up from your plastic plant in the corner of the living room, eyes darting to the side to look at you. When he saw your back is faced towards him, he looks back down on the other plant -- this time, it's real-- beside the plastic one while answering your question.

"I'm a protector. My mission is to keep the humans safe."

The pancake you are cooking began to bubble on top and kept your eyes locked onto it as you questioned Bucky. "What? Like a bodyguard of some sort?"

Bucky turn his attention to the coffee table, analyzing the contents scattered on top of it. There's an empty pizza box and a half full uncapped bottle of coke, a bag of empty chips and a few used tissues with grease all over them; obviously from the pizzas and chips.

"You could say that."

His answer slightly surprised you, turning your cheek at him but not looking as your eyes focused on the tiled floor. "What?"

"I am programmed with skills most androids don't have. I am not like the DX line model for my biocomponents are much more advanced and my body can withstand most bullets and harsh climates," he explained whilst gently grabbing a picture frame.

It's a picture of a teenage girl holding the hand of another girl that looks exactly like you; much more younger and small, both smiling brightly at the camera.

[Scanning picture]

[Niki (L/n); age: 38 ;; year of birth: 3014 occupation: model at 'south of CSCV', and also known as Serpent]

[History: Adoptive daughter of (M/n) and (F/n) (L/n).]

"What kind of bullet is the most critical yet you can still handle?" Bucky heard you asked from the kitchen as the words and numbers cleared out in his vision.

".700 Nitro bullets." He answered, placing the frame back exactly where it belongs, like it never been moved in the first place. Bright blue eyes scanning the new information that appears in front that only he could see. His LED flickering from blue to orange then back.

[Searching >> (M/n) (L/n) and (F/n) (L/n)]

[Searching complete]

[(M/n); deceased, (F/n); missing ;; two daughters>> Nicki (L/n) and (Y/n) (L/n)]

"You're kidding me, right?" You flipped the second pancake before turning your whole body around to face your android, crossing your arms over your chest.

[New information found regarding (Y/n);acquaintance >> surname: (L/n)]

Bucky simply stares back at you with his usual blank, calculating eyes. "I am not," he replied.

"And CyberStark is planning on selling androids like you to the public?" That's downright stupid and dangerous. If an android like him gets into the wrong hands, who knows what could happened.

"It seems so." Bucky must've finished scanning your whole entire living room as he just stands there in the middle of the room. His arms behind his back and his posture straight as ever, awaiting to assist you if needed.

He doesn't really have to do that. You don't own him, he just followed you out of the store for reasons unknown to him. You're just the person who bought it... by force, too caught up on being drunk to actually know-- remeber-- what you've done.

You whistled, turning your attention back at your pancake. Not to your surprise, it's slightly burnt.

"Anything else I need to know about your model?"

Bucky answered without any hesitation. "As a prototype, CyberStark built me with two thirium pumps and if the public and the government ever approve with my model, CyberStark will change the design to the usual one thirium pump paper android like the normal android design." A pause. "I am also programmed to be able to engage on sexual intercourse."

"Fucking hell, a personal bodyguard and also a sex android? That's what I call 'safe and satisfied'," you smirked, picking up your plate of pancakes and began making your way to the living room.

You really have to try that later

You plopped down on your couch and started stuffing your face with your maple syrup drenched pancakes. It's not the best but you could care less.

Bucky's eyes follows you, not noticing the small click that sounded like a camera the moment he blinked his eyes.

"How much did I paid for you? A million?" You laughed. "My sister would be pissed!"

Bucky watched as you stuff your face with the greasy looking pancakes, contemplating if he should tell the truth about you not actually paying for anything-- basically stealing him from the shop-- or not.

"Wait, you said you're a prototype." You slowly chewed on your food, lifting up your head to look at him with a horrified look plastered on your face as the realization sets in.

"Oh shit. You're the prototype.... Oh, fuck, please tell me I'm wrong."

You're dizzy drunk last night, though you could vaguely remembered some of what happened. One of them is sticking one of your invention of that poor android's arm, deactivated it in the process.

Poor android, only doing it's job.

"You are correct." Bucky nodded his head before asking politely, "Is there something wrong?"

You were about to retort when a sound of loud knocking cuts you off before you can even open your mouth, making the two of you snaps your heads towards the door.

You cursed under your breath and moved your plate on top of the pizza box considering there's no more room to place it in the coffee table, and cautiously made your way to the door.

Glancing at the small screen attached to your door, you saw two men wearing suits and ties with matching sunglasses. One of them knocked a few more times before stepping back, both looking up where the small camera is placed, waiting patiently.

Bucky immediately goes and stood behind you, hands to his side and chest puffs out as he waits for your next move or his built in instinct, really.

Opening the door where only half of your face could be seen from the outside, you greeted the two men in suits. More like snapped a harsh, "What?"

Fuck being polite, they look sketchy as hell.

"We just wanted to ask you if you have a B107 android inside?" The bald one asked, his tone monotonous and gruff.

It took you all the willpower to keep your eyes at the two, silently hoping they wouldn't see the tall android behind you.

"Never heard about that model before. New?" You casually asked, resuming your act of innocence.

"Can we look inside?" The other man asked, ignoring your question. If it weren't for the lack of LED on their temples, you would've thought they were androids.

Unless they removed it, but you doubt they would do such thing. Only deviants have the 'guts' to physical remove their LEDs, which considered as a symbol of enslavement.

The revolution between humans and androids happened decades ago, androids are set free and finally have their own rights. Some became deviants, but some stayed the same; stone-faced, unsentimental machines.

But the two men in front of you, they look like they work for someone and you are certain it's not for CyberStark. You instantly knew because they don't have those shiny CyberStark logo pins.

"Why? I just told you, I never heard about a B107 before."

"Let us inside or we let ourselves in by force."

This is the moment you knew that they knew what you've done, that you have the android they are looking for.

"Fuck you," you growled before slamming the door shut, emergency locking it.

You quickly took Bucky's hand and sprint inside your bedroom, also locking it behind you. You grab your backpack from the hook behind your door and run towards your desk where your laptop, small gadgets, and inventions are messily set, shoving all of them as fast as you can.

The android analyzed your frantic movement, on guard as he quickly noted that the two men from outside are a threat.

"Bucky, let's go!"

"Where are we going, (Y/n)?" He calmly asked, tilting his head to the side.

You opened the window and slipped a leg out, glaring harshly at the android. "I don't know, but hopefully not in jail."

You both heard the front door slammed open and two sets of heavy footsteps sprinting towards your room.

Your heart jumps in fright and screamed at the android who is still calmly standing inside your room. Is he serious? Did you just bought a defective prototype of an android?!

"Come on you fucking scrap meta--" Your breath hitched when you saw one of his eyes quickly turned bright orange.

Bang!

🎧 Bang! bang! Into the room, I know you want it 🎶

[killjoysfromyesterday]

third prompt for @badthingshappenbingo !

prompt: panic attack

word count: 1,029

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jet's nightmares have always been pretty bad, that's why he sleeps with the door closed so he doesn't wake anyone up. but witch, it feels like there's a weight on his chest and he can't breathe no matter how hard he's trying.

he's been up for hours with the memories taunting him, leaving him with little snapshots every time he closes his eyes. he thought going up to the roof would help because the stars always help him clear his mind, but he's still just as spun up as he was when he was in his room.

"you're going to hide and you're not going to come out until we come get you, okay? under no circumstances do you open the door. we'll be back for you soon." jet's father's ushering him into the closet, and his voice is so urgent it's scaring jet.

"my brave boy." his mother smiles, and her eyes are teary when she kisses jet on the forehead. his father is telling his little sister the same thing, putting her in the vent crawlspace on the other side of the room.  grey's crying, sucking on the ear of her ragdoll like she always does when she's nervous.

"we love you. so much." the door to the closet closes and jet's engulfed in darkness, and less than a minute later there's the sound of the bedroom door being kicked open and he can see the stark white boots of exterminators storming the room.

"please!" his mother screams, and he thinks he can hear his father say something but then his mother's sobs are cut short by two bangs that leaves little jet's ears ringing.

the footsteps are coming closer and closer to the closet door, and jet squeezes his eyes shut tight as he possibly can as each echoing boot slams down against the wooden floor.

much to his relief, the footsteps recede; but his blood runs cold at the sound of the vent cover being ripped off its screws. there's crying and another bang, and then silence.

the world spins and he's back on top of the diner and he's got his hands clamped over his ears. he thinks he's crying but he can't tell because it's way too loud  and his heartbeat is going so fast he's afraid he's going to die out here and nobody would be here to try and save him. the only thing running through his head is he can't breathe and oh witch, he's gonna die here.

would they even try to save him? what if they were just keeping jet around to have an extra hand to shoot with? no, that's crazy. they're his family. he knows that. but the idea of being an orphan again makes his blood freeze in his veins and he thinks he's gonna be sick.

there's a hand on his shoulder and he wrenches away, instincts on autopilot, but when he finally gets a grip on his surroundings he realizes it's just the girl, rubbing sleep from her eyes. before he can lecture her on how she's not supposed to climb up here by herself, she seems to pick up on his fear.

"jet?" she asks, scared by his reaction. shit, now he's scaring the kid. when does his damage end? the girl must've noticed his panic, because she's looking at him funny from what he can see in the dark of the night sky.

"get pois?" the girl asks, tilting her head questioningly. jet can't manage to respond fast enough to stop her, but it just makes him feel worse because damn it, now he's gonna wake everyone up with his stupid little problems.

the girl disappears and jet holds his breath, willing her not to fall on those rickety stairs that lead up to the roof. he's putting her in danger, and that only adds to the mountain of worry that's piling inside of him and burying him neck-deep.

he should be over this. hell, he was eight when it happened. it's been sixteen years. he's an adult now. yet he's still waking up in cold sweats, shaking like a wavehead off a binge.

"hey, star." poison's voice is a little scratchy from sleep, bedhead wild as always, and it takes everything for jet not to jump out of his skin when he feels poison sit down next to him.

"wanna talk about it?" jet shakes his head frantically,  and he can see poison's eyebrows stitch together with worry.

the others didn't know much. they knew he was an orphan, but he hadn't told them anything and had forbidden doc from telling them anything either. he didn't want pity, plain and simple.

he was tired of being the orphan kid. he'd played that part the whole life, sometimes a little too well if food and shelter was involved. the begging and bartering was behind him now. or was it?

"you haven't been sleeping well." poison sighs, and jet realizes it's true. this is the fifth nightmare in two weeks, he's never this bad. he's tired and jumpy during the day and his temper is even starting to get to the girl.

"i don't know." jet's tongue feels like sandpaper when he talks and his words are slurred a little, and poison's face becomes a little more contorted with worry.

"we're worried about you, jetset."

and then jet can't stop himself, the words just come tumbling out, and within minutes poison knows about his parents, knows about his baby sister and the exterminator boots from under the closet door and the way his mama begged for her life, and how his pa had been more afraid than he'd ever seen him.

poison listens closely, never once diverting his attention. they don't interrupt, they let jet talk for as long as he needs, even when the sky turns pink with first dawn's light.

when jet's done, he feels a little better, if not a bit hollowed out. the worry that was consuming him is shrinking, and his lungs are working like they should for the most part.

and as the sun creeps up into the sky, jet's able to breathe again.

[wearenot7withu]

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : fluff,bestfriends!au, friendstolovers!au

warning : maybe some swearing, a little bit of jealousy

word count : 2,420 words

summary : Do you know what’s better than summer? Having a summer job as a lifeguard. You are by the water, the sun is making you look tan and of course, your lifeguard partner isn’t a bad thing to see either. Luckily - or well not so much, you’re not the only one thinking that. Will the bad green monster come out or can you be on your best behavior?

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a/n : so here’s my jungkook as a lifeguard scenario. i hope you like it, your feedbacks are welcome. i really enjoyed writing this, tho i’m more of an angst type of girl so this was challenging for me. nevertheless i’m kinda happy with the outcome hope you are too ♥ also thank you for your feedbacks for the business trip 

July is the month of water. The perfect time to go to the beach, take a vacation at some seaside city, or if you don't have a seashore near you, you can enjoy the swimming pools at the local thermal spa. 

Since you were a child, you loved swimming. You were waiting all year round for summer so you can finally swim. So when you were nine years old, your parents signed you up for the local swim team, and in high school, you became part of the school's girl's swim club too. When your first working summer came, your choice was obvious. You applied to be a lifeguard, and ever since you were sixteen years old, you have come back every summer.

Your first two years went by uneventfully. The first year you got to know the other workers, so during the second year, you were already familiar with everyone. The third-year was a little bit interesting. Jeon Jungkook, the school's number one swimmer, captain of the boy's swim team, the boyfriend of the school's cheer captain joined your little lifeguard group. You two went to the same high school, enjoyed the same sport, but you’ve never really talked with each other. He was the top of the school's social ladder, and even though you were a swim captain too, you liked to be in the background. But that summer - which was already three years ago, oh God time flies by so fast - you two became friends. Best friends actually. You can imagine everyone's face when on the first day back in school he asked you to sit next to him and his friends at lunch. 

Before Jungkook, you had a few friends, was in a good relationship with everyone, and didn't despise anyone. But as said, that was before Jungkook. The first person you lowkey hated was Jiha, his girlfriend. She was a bitch to Jungkook, and even though he knew how to handle her behavior, you still didn't like her. Thankfully they broke up.  Jungkook dumped her before the winter formal and asked you to go with him - but strictly only as friends. Although life had another plan because by the time spring formal came, you were together.

Like it was said before, it's been three years since that. It's again a summer working as a lifeguard with your boyfriend, which is getting harder and harder every year. Have you seen his body? Besides having a masterpiece face, his body is just the cherry on the top, and sadly you're not the only one enjoying the view.

"You know, you're a lifeguard, right?"

A voice pulled you back into reality. You turned your head towards the source of the sound with a confused look on your face.

"Jungkook, we've been doing this for summers... I think pretty much the whole town knows that" you said matter-of-factly.

"But you can't save lives if you're daydreaming"

"I wasn't daydreaming" you defended yourself.

"Admit it, you were daydreaming about me"

"Keep on dreaming, pretty boy"

"You think I'm pretty?"

"Well, I'm not with you because of your brain" you smiled at him.

"Careful y/n or I might throw you into the water" You put your hands up in front of your chest, showing that you're stepping down from this fight. 

"I'm gonna go check the kids' pool" He leaned towards you to give you a kiss.

"Bring me a bottle of water on your way back please"

As he was walking away you looked around. You saw a few ladies' heads following your boyfriend, but you can't really blame them. As long as they're only looking, you're kind of alright with that. As you were waiting for your partner to come back, two girls started jumping into the pool. You blew your whistle, which made everyone look at you. You signaled an X with your arms to the girls, who only rolled their eyes. You hate these I'm the center of the world type of girls. They think the rules aren't for them. 

As Jungkook was walking back, he blew his whistle too. The girls were now giggling. He gave you the bottle of water and sat beside you.

"You know I was thinking" you hummed so he can continue. "I don't want us to come back next year" he shrugged.

"What? Why?" you looked at him with a surprised expression.

"Boys are looking at your tits, checking out your ass, and like yeah, I know they're good and everything but you're still my girl" he gestured around us as if you're not dealing with this same issue.

"Kook, those girls were just now giggling at your attention and are keep on jumping into the pool just so you can acknowledge them again" And because it was true, you blew the whistle. Again.

"And you're fine with it?" You shrugged.

"I'm not fine with their presence, but only because they're annoying. Those who only look at you are can't be blamed" you stood up and sat in his lap "You know, that's what you get for having this gorgeous badass lifeguard girl as your girlfriend" you kissed his cheek both side, then gave a little peck on his lips. "And that's" you pointed towards the jumping girls "what I get for having one of the towns most chased man as my boyfriend" 

He gave you a kiss, and another one, and another one. "They're still jumping" you sighed at that.

"Come with me?" With him, you arrived next to the girls. "I kindly ask you to continue your jumping at the swimmer's pool, this pool isn't for hopping"

"Oh, really?" the two girls looked at each other, then the taller one with light brown hair and tanned skin took a step towards Jungkook. "Can you show me where is that? I think I don't know" Calm down y/n.

"It's two pools away" you answered.

She took another step and now started to play with her hair. "I still don't know"

Jungkook stepped aside, lifted his arm and pointed towards the swimmer's pool "Right there, in front of you" The girl seemed to understand he's not interested. You smiled at her, with a smile which said HA! Told you to go away! 

The day went by after that calmly. A few kids crying, one person bumped into another underwater but nothing major happened. When your shift ended, you two went to take a shower - separately, of course, then Jungkook took you home to your parents' house. "You coming in?" you asked him.

"I promised my brother I will go with him looking for an engagement ring"

You squealed a little "Is he planning to propose Mayah?" He nodded.

You bid him goodbye with a kiss and went inside. You've been living together off-campus during school since starting college, but for the summers, you always go back home to your roots.

The next day you woke up a little later than you should've, which meant total chaos for the morning. On top of that, you didn't have time to eat, because when Jungkook pulled up in front of the house, you were still in your sleeping clothes.

"Your hair looks like you've been fucked through the whole night" greeted your dearest boyfriend. You rolled your eyes at that

"Yeah my other boyfriend visited" you said sarcastically. "Where are you signed today?"

After figuring out you weren't on the same pool duty, you didn't talk that much, not that you were in the car for a long time. "See you at clock-out" He gave you a kiss on your cheek and we said bye. 

Today you'd been paired up with Josie, she was your partner for the first time when you started back in the days. "Are you ready for the old people?"

Her question made you snicker. "I would rather be at the kids' pool for a week"

You replied with a sigh, and Josie erupted in a laugh. It's true, little kids might be louder and more energetic, but old people are on a whole new level. They usually want to play matchmakers for their grandchildren.

"So how you and prince charming have been?" you laughed at the name Josie gave to Jungkook.

"I still don't get why you're calling him that, but we're good" you nod your head with a fond smile on your face "better than ever actually"

"That's good to hear"

Your stomach made some strange noise, signaling it's time for food. You told Josie you're gonna go grab something to eat from one of the food stalls. As you were waiting for your kung pao, you felt someone's presence very close to you. When you turned around, arms were caging you and the familiar smell hit your nose.

"Thanks for the baguette babe, but how can you not know I don't like pickles?" What? What baguette?

"Mmmm what are you talking about Kook?" you grabbed your meal before turning towards him and motioning towards the benches.

"Your memory is not that good anymore, you're getting old" He joked, and you kicked his leg under the table which made him chuckle with a boyish laugh.

"I slept through my alarm Jungkook, I didn't have the time to eat or buy a meal until now" you sighed, somebody must've been trying to get his attention with this. You have to say this is a new boldness, like this has never happened before.

"I have a secret admirer!" you clapped your hands yaaay because my mouth was full.

After finishing your breakfast slash lunch, you went back to Josie. You asked her about her new job and talked about college. She told you some funny stories which have happened to her there and you laughed a lot. From time to time some elders came up to you, showing pictures or pointing towards their grandsons. Sadly for them, both Josie and you are taken so you had to decline their propositions. You would be surprised how disappointed they can be once they find out they plan won't work out. OR how persistent they can be, they can't take no for an answer. That's the two end, no between. When that happens, you feel better with either Jungkook or one of the male colleagues. They're pretty much all Jungkook's friend, which means yours are too.

Clock-out quickly came, and you were cleaning the pools where you were assigned through the day for the other shift’s workers. To get to the locker rooms, you have to go beside the pool where you're boyfriend is on duty for the day. You thought you two will go to the changing rooms together, but as you get there you only see Taehyung cleaning.

"Did Jungkook leave you in the dirt alone?" You beamed at him. He turned his head towards you with a smile but quickly replaced it with a confused expression.

"Why aren't you at the bar?" he asked,

"Why would I be at the bar?" You asked back.

"You left a note to Jungkook to meet you at the bar at 3" You pointed at yourself asking him that you left a note.

"I didn't leave any note, is the note here though?" Taehyung pointed towards the trashcan.

Thank God it was at the top so you didn't have to rummage through it. Reading the note, you didn't know if you should feel offended because he didn't recognize your handwriting, or to be furious because someone actually dared to ask him on a date. You crumbled the note in your hand and made your way towards the bar.

Arriving at the bar you saw your boyfriend and the girl from yesterday. That made your blood boil so much more than before. Poor guy was looking around, searching for someone - you, while the girl was trying to make a good impression on him. You counted to twenty in your head, so you wouldn't jump at the girl first thing. Jungkook's face lighted up seeing you, although he realized something's not right.

"Excuse me" you tapped on the girl's shoulder "I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't try to shoot your shot with my boyfriend." You stepped beside Jungkook, who automatically back hugged you.

"He wasn't really rejecting me though" You’re gonna tear this bitch hair out 

"Listen here you little - " a hand muffled your mouth.

"I didn't really give you the time of the day, I was just being nice and answered you" The girl's face turned red and stomped away from the bar.

"I should've known you wouldn't write me a letter" you hummed while turning towards him.

"Yeah, and you should've recognized my handwriting. I mean c'mon, how many times did I give you my notes in school."

Jungkook mumbled a quiet sorry. He looked like a kid, who was told not to eat any sweets until his vegetables were off from his plate. "What do you think about you, me, in my room doing a Frozen marathon?"

"Alright, but we have to stop at my parents' house first"

So that's what you did. After taking a shower Jungkook drove you to your childhood home. While you packed away your things, Jungkook had a quick chat with your dad  ... about the lawn? You said bye to your mom and joined the two men at the porch.

"I'm ready" you said hugging your dad. He tightened his grip around you and with a serious expression he said to Jungkook

"No funny business" For a minute neither you nor Jungkook could say anything.

You couldn't tell why did your dad say that, and Jungkook probably shit himself. He started to stutter when your dad let out a big laugh. Hearing his laugh, Jungkook also let out an awkward chuckle.

"Alright dad, bye" You said and pulled Jungkook by his hand to his car.

"What the hell was that?" Jungkook asked once you were in the vehicle.

You shrugged "it's not like he doesn't know we do funny business"

"Don't call it that" He commanded, which lead you to repeat it like ten times.

Arriving at his house you helped his mom to make dinner. Following dinner, you started to watch Frozen.

"You know I love you right?" Jungkook asked after a while.

You were already half-asleep, you didn't have the strength to answer properly. You mumbled a quite love you too and snuggled closer to him. You were happily asleep after only moments.

[alexhogh7137]

The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Seventeen: Fear

Chapter Sixteen

Word Count 2.5k

Warnings: mentions of blood, heavy angst, some fluff

Hvitserk's Pov:

It is dark and very silent. I can hear a rat's squeaks and the pitter patter of their feet on the concrete floors. It is much darker than normal and the atmosphere is heavy and eerie. I stare at the door of my room, just staring. My heart is racing but nothing has happened for my heart to be racing so fast. 'What is wrong with me?' I asked myself. I continue to stare until I hear the front doors shut. 'Who just left?' I get out of bed and rush out of my room, searching for whoever just left. 

When I get to the main hall, the front doors are ajar. They are never ajar, especially at night. I rush to the double doors and open them. The snow is falling hard and heavy. It is almost impossible to see, but I try. When I walk further, I can see drag marks. In the snow, there is a huge blood pile in the snow, that stops right by the river banks: where ships import trading items. My heart sped up and I raced back into the house and ran to Y/n and Ivar's room. Ivar is in bed, asleep. But Y/n is nowhere to be found. 

"IVAR WAKE UP!" 

Ivar "What what?! What is it?!"

"WHERE IS Y/N!?" 

Ivar looks beside him, where you sleep on the bed, and notice that you are indeed gone. 

Ivar "W-she..she was just here.."

Hvitserk "THE DOORS WERE OPEN IVAR!! THERE IS BLOOD BY THE TRADING PORT!" 

Ivar "What?!"

Hvitserk "WHERE IS SHE?!" 

My heart feels like it is breaking in my chest. I can't get the thought of all of that blood in the snow, out of my head. What happened to her? Who took her, and why?

Ivar "I...why didn't I wake up?!"

Hvitserk "Does it matter?! She's gone!" 

And in that moment I woke up.

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I rush to Y/n and Ivar's room and see her sleeping peacefully in bed and Ivar is beside her. I audibly sigh from relief and sit down on the floor because my legs give out from my panic attack. That was the worst vision I have ever witnessed. This cannot become a reality, I will not allow it. I will do whatever it takes to keep Y/n safe. I kept watch as they slept, in case something was about to happen, I would stop whoever was coming through those doors.

…

Y/n "Hvitserk...hey.." I feel her shaking my shoulder slightly to wake me up. 

"Huh?"

Y/n "How long have you been laying here?"

"Longer than you'd like.."

Y/n "What happened? Did you sleep in here?"

"I...I don't know exactly what time I came in here. But yes, I fell asleep on the floor. I am sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Y/n "Hvitserk, what is going on-"

Ivar "What is going on?"

"Go back to sleep, brother. I am sorry, I didn't mean to stay in here.."

Ivar "How long have you been in here?"

"I just told Y/n, I don't know exactly. It was a long night for me."

Y/n kneels back down and sits next to me, while Ivar sits up in bed. 

Y/n "What happened last night, Hvitserk?"

I let my head fall to the ground as I began to cry. I let my emotions out for the first time since I was a child. I told her that she was taken from Kattegat, and was possibly seriously injured. She looked up at Ivar who was immersed in my story. 

Ivar "Was it a vision or a nightmare, Hvitserk?"

"A vision. That is why I came in here to make sure that she wasn't actually gone. When I realized that she was okay, I just sunk to the floor and I must've passed out."

Y/n "Did you see who took me?"

"No. I heard the doors shut. When I got outside, you and the people that took you, were gone."

Ivar "I'll go tell the guard's to be on high alert. You, brother mine, go back to bed. You must be exhausted."

"Ah yes."

Y/n "I'm going to stay with Hvitserk until he falls asleep. I will be out when he does, stay safe please."

Ivar nods in agreement, "Always am, love you sweetheart."

Y/n "I love you."

…

When we got to the bedroom, I was visibly shaking. Sleeping on the cold floor, in the beginning of winter, was not a good call on my part. 

Y/n "Hvitserk, you are freezing!" 

"I-I know.." she got into bed, and offered her arms to me while I slowly climbed into bed. Once I was in bed, she pulled the fur covers on top of both of our bodies and she rested her body on top of mine. Her body warmth was all that I needed. My nerves were calmed, and my stress and anxiety declined rapidly. 

Y/n "Go back to sleep."

"I don't want to anymore. I am afraid that if I fall back asleep, I'll get the same vision."

Y/n "You won't," she looks up at me, "you didn't have me when you fell asleep last night. I am here now. Go back to sleep."

"I-I can't. I don't want to lose you, Y/n."

Y/n "You are not going to lose me. This kingdom is surrounded by vikings and trained warriors and shield maiden's. My dragon's do not sleep at night, they sleep during the day. We are all safe. It is just in your head. I am with your child, your fears are heightened...I am right here."

"I don't know what I would do if I did lose you."

Y/n "So stop thinking that way!" She grabs my hand and places it on her growing belly. "We are fine."

My eyes welt with tears. She is right. It is all just in my head. 

Y/n "If you don't stop crying, I am going to cry and that situation is going to be a bloody mess." I chuckle and wipe our tears off of our faces. 

"My apologies.."

Y/n "Go to sleep. I'll stay with you until you fall asleep." 

"Promise?"

Y/n gives me her pinky finger and we intertwine our fingers together, "I promise."

As she buries her face into my chest, and her hand rests on my chest, I can feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. I grab her hand and hold hers in my own and feel myself drift off into a nice slumber. 

When I feel her body shift on top of mine, I immediately wake back up. When my eyes open, I can see her slowly trying to get off of me, without trying to wake me. 

"Stay…"

Y/n "I didn't mean to wake you-"

"Stay….please…" her eyes form those of puppy-dog eyes. I pull her back into my arms and she relaxes into my arms once more. Today is going to be a struggle for me, mentally. But at least, right now...I have her in my arms and she is safe and my child is safe.

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Your Pov:

Honestly, when Hvitserk told me that he had a vision of me being taken away from Kattegat..I believed him immediately. I always have had this fear of being taken from here because of my father's rage. He knows that I am much happier here and he must hate it. As soon as I found out that I was carrying a child, my fear of that happening escalated. If something does happen to me, not only does it affect me but it would also affect my unborn child. And when I saw Ivar's face, I knew that he believed it as well. 

When I woke up from the nap, I went straight to Ivar who was still instructing his army and guard's.

Ivar "We all need to be on high alert! This is your queen and future princess or prince's lives we are talking about here! If you see anything out of the ordinary, you come to me or Ubbe immediately! If you see ships coming in for trading, you come and tell me immediately. Do not think that this threat is not real! This threat is as real as it can be. We need to keep her and everyone safe, do you all understand me?!"

"Yes!" They all shouted.

Ivar "Now go to your positions!" 

When he turns around, he sees me standing there observing. He walks over to me and pulls me into a warm embrace.

Ivar "Are you alright, my sweet?"

"As good as I can be right now."

Ivar "How is he?"

"Asleep. But he is really shaken."

Ivar sighs, "I suppose he is. I can't imagine how he must be feeling, seeing that vision."

"I know. This baby-"

Ivar "Will be safe! Nothing is going to happen to any of us, do you hear me?"

"Yes. Are you okay?"

Ivar "Yes. Our people are aware that something might happen. Every precaution is being made."

"That is good." Ivar looks at me and leans down and kisses my lips gently and lovingly. I smile into the kiss, as does my husband. He pulls back and rests his head on mine. 

Ivar "Let's try to enjoy our day, yes?"

"Ah yes. My dragon's, let's go see them. They always cheer us up, yes?"

Ivar "There's my girl."

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Ivar's Pov:

Seeing Y/n with her dragon's, warms my heart. I have never seen someone so loving but yet so powerful at the same time. Especially a woman. Y/n has been an absolute blessing, given to me by the gods and the fear of that being taken away from me, tears my heart out of my chest. I watch as she feeds her beloved creatures with a smile on my face. But as soon as I think about my brother's vision, my face turns to sorrow. I can't get the thought of losing my love out of my head. She means too much to me. My late wife, Freydis, was nothing like Y/n. She betrayed me, she lied to me and acted like she loved me but did not. Y/n is kind, loving and generous. She has my heart and I know that I have hers. 

"They look playful today!"

Y/n "They need to fly."

"They can, but you aren't leaving Kattegat borders today."

Y/n "They need to fly, Ivar."

"And they can. But I am not letting you out of my sight until we know for certain that there is no threat."

Y/n sighs, "You aren't my father, Ivar! You can't hold me here all because of a vision!"

Ivar's hands turn into fists, "Fine, go! I HOPE THAT THE VISION DOES COME TRUE!"

I watch her eyes fill with tears as she got on top of her dragon's and left out of my sight.

Hvitserk comes running and screaming her name, "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?"

"She wanted to go. I told her no and she got mad at me. If I didn't let her go, I do not know if I could have kept my hands to myself."

Hvitserk gets in my face, "If you ever hurt her, I'll make sure that you will regret it. Do you understand me, brother? You might be her husband, but she is the mother of my child, and I will not allow you to cause her any harm."

"I wouldn't actually hurt her, Hvitserk. Why do you think so poorly of me, huh?"

Hvitserk "Because YOU KILLED YOUR FIRST WIFE!" 

My heart sunk to my feet. He knew? He knew this whole time..I thought that he bought what I told him and Ubbe: she was murdered by an invader of Kattegat. 

"I would never-"

Hvitserk "Good. Because believe it or not, you are not the only one that loves Y/n. I love her, Ubbe and Torvi love her, our people love her. And you just let her go!"

"I-I shouldn't have..I was just so angry-"

Hvitserk "Start praying, Ivar. Pray harder than you have ever prayed before. Because that is all we can do now."

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Nightfall occurs…

When you return to Kattegat, you are completely exhausted. Your eyes are almost swollen shut from crying all day and your head is pounding. Your dragon's are starving and are also exhausted. When you dismount, you almost fall to your knees from being so weak. 

"My queen!" A women yelled.

"THE QUEEN HAS RETURNED!" A man yelled. You sighed because all you wanted to do was go to bed. 

"We feared that you may never return!" A women said, taking your hand.

"I will always return. I just needed time is all. Long day, yes?"

"Yes. Let's get you inside, you must be freezing!" She helped you inside and Ivar stands when he sees you. You are honestly hurt by the words that your husband said to you before you left, that you almost don't want to even touch him. 

Ivar "There you are! We were all worried sick!"

"Were you, were you really?" Ivar's face went into a scowl.

Ivar "Of course I was. I am sorry for what I said. I shouldn't have said that and I should not have let you go."

"But you did and look, I am back."

Ubbe comes up from behind him, "And thank gods you are!" He runs and picks you up in his arms. 

"Hey!" 

Torvi "Oh look at her, she is shivering."

"I am alright. I just need a warm bath and I'll be good as new." 

Maiden "I will warm it for it, my queen."

"Thank you ma'am." You look all over the place and no sign of Hvitserk, "Where is Hvitserk?"

Ubbe "He has been in his room ever since you left Kattegat."

"I'll go see him. I'll see you all in the morning."

Ivar "I will see you in bed, yes?"

"Yes, of course."

 …

When you open up the doors, you see Hvitserk huddled in his bed, curled up into a ball.

"Hvitserk?"

He looks over at you, face all puffy and swollen, "Y/n? Y/N!" He gets out of bed and ran to your side. When he hugs you, all of your anger and anxiety from today went away.

Hvitserk "I thought that something happened! I thought that the vision came true somehow-"

"It didn't. I just needed time away, I'm home now." 

Hvitserk "Don't scare me like that ever again."

You chuckle, "I won't, promise. But hey, I need to go take a bath, I am freezing. I am home, I am safe. No need to worry, okay?"

Hvitserk "Okay." He kisses your forehead and he watches you leave for the bathroom in yours and Ivar's chambers.

…

When everyone is asleep, no sound is made but the front double doors closing shut, and Hvitserk hears it. He runs to the front doors and just as he feared, they are ajar.

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[hanniejji]

once upon a runaway | one — “i've got a dream”

➝ [ todoroki shouto x y/n ]

summary: after a series of misfortunate events, y/n stumbled upon a seventy feet tall tower where a shit ton of more misfortune awaits their arrival and one lucky star for their to enjoy.

— finally had the time to finish this shit after lots of other fics uwu btw here's a reference to the golden sun crown uwu and yes. the title is from one of their soundtracks | m.list | series m.list | preview — two

words: 822

warnings: lots of colorful vocabulary, mention of sexual assault but it's nothing major

this was the biggest mission of your life. something that will ensure you and your friends of the future that you want and the wealth that you dreamed of. this mission isn't something you can mess up and get away with.

you are literally about to steal something from inside a guarded royal palace.

"holy fucking shit," jirou sighed beside you, her smile somewhat relaxed contrary to yours, "we're inside the palace, this feels so good."

"no, it doesn't."

"lighten up, y/n, our future is finally in front of us!" mina squealed quietly, her hands on her chest as she took in the view from the highest balcony of the palace. behind you and the glass door of the balcony, is the grand bedroom of the king and queen.

well, correction, just a queen.

for some reasons, the king was banished from the royal family for committing sexual assault to one of the female members of the royal maids. he was supposed to be executed for betraying the trust of the queen's royal family and for violating one of the sacred rules of the palace, but he somehow got away from the cellar. the next day, the youngest prince of the the royal family was kidnapped. he was born two months ago.

that was sixteen years ago. now, all that's left of the existence of the now gone prince is the crown of the golden sun.

currently, that's your target for this mission.

"according to the information that we were given, the room where they kept the crown is a little down there," jirou pointed below one of the rooftops of the palace, but instead of only bricks and irons, the cover used was a tinted glass, "we have to be careful though, it's heavily guarded by their best knights."

"we got away from those so called best knights before," you scoffed, tying a rope around your waist and on a metal pillar, "this is going to be easy."

"that's the spirit, y/n!"

"well then, we might as well do this quick."

the trio of you lowered yourselves down to the certain glass covered roof. it didn't take too long before the three of you were walking on the glass, quietly and smoothly, along the length of the room until you're exactly on top of the crown's stand.

mina started searching for an opening.

"found it."

"i thought this place was supposed to be heavily guarded. that's just stupid," jirou rolled her eyes at the unaware troops of guards circling the stand with their backs on its direction, "is this what they call their best knights?"

"royal families are stupid," mina grumbles as she ties another rope around your waist. jirou carefully lift the glass.

"you ready, y/n?"

"i was born ready," you gave them a confident grin before slowly lowering yourself on air. you've been training for this for so many years. you're putting that training for use right now. slowly and quietly— like a snake crawling towards it's prey— you descend down towards the ground with your satchel open and ready for the crown. soon, your hand can reach the said item without even being seen.

this was such an easy task for such a guarded and important crown.

that was until the large double doors of the grand hall was pushed opened.

well fuck.

"the queen is requesting for— thief!" a maid entered the room, her eyes settling on your hanged figure.

"yeah, im pretty sure your queen is requesting for someone like me," you giggled, feeling the other two pull you up with all their strength hurriedly, "adieu! mother fuckers!"

"alert the other troops!"

you pulled yourself up on the glass roof, untying the rope before shoving the crown in your satchel.

"let's go!"

the three of you ran to your exit route, avoiding and passing by guards as much as you can— your whole childhood was spent running away from people for god's sake, this was a pieace of cake for you— and entering the lowest parts of the palace and into a sewer.

"this shit disgusting," mina groaned— as much as she can with two of her fingers pinching her nose.

"this is the only safe path, stop complaining," jirou hissed.

"i don't think we're that safe after this, they must've warned the other guards around the kingdom. they have signal flares for that."

"how are you so smart, y/n?"

"i don't know, it's just an assumption. this is the royal guards we're talking about, they're smart even if they're fucking stupid sometimes," with s small smile, you pat the satchel hanging by your shoulder, "as long as we have this, we can continue moving forward."

"you're being weirdly optimistic today, who are you?"

with a genuine grin, your eyes sparkled like a kid beneath the dark walls of the sewer.

"what can i say? we're finally one step closer to our dream!"

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