Aim For The Kill - Narry

Warnings: sexy times (powerbottom!harry), kind of dirty talk, cussing, probably also a lil angst



"There have been killing sprees in town again.", Harry whispers into his Bloody Mary and takes a sip.
Louis behind the bar snorts loudly. “I know, man. The newspapers are writing about vampires, but honestly, that’s just a crazy murderer if you ask me. No supernatural airy-fairy. I call that utter bullshit.”, the blue-eyed barkeeper says and pours in a beer for one of the bulky men next to Harry.

"You think that’s bullshit, but the police’s been saying that… the victims were bloodless and they had bite marks all over their bodies. Louis. What if… what if they’re real?", Harry wonders quietly and sighs. "It’s just— vampires, you know? Freaking vampires.”
Louis just plainly rolls his eyes and tells Harry to calm down, that it’s all just a hype and definitely not even in the slightest real and Harry trusts Louis.

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Sometimes I look at the scene with Ruby giving Jaune a pep talk, reaching out to Weiss, trying to explain things to Weiss for Blake, or telling Penny she’s real and worth helping

And I just think, Ruby’s always been like this- how many times did she do stuff like that for Yang?

In how many little ways was baby sister there to give her big sis a boost?

When Yang first found her semblance was she ever worried because it’s all about fire destruction and beating others down

Did Ruby curl up with her and say she’s got it wrong?

Did she say the semblance just shows Yang’s warm heart, how she always wants to be strong enough to stand up against bad guys who hurt people, like a hero from a story book…

Was that something Yang needed, to look over and see how much Ruby is proud of her, and stop caring what anyone else might think?

Maybe she’d be scared to burn if she didn’t have little sis’s backing

Maybe Yang is strong not just so she can protect Ruby, but because Ruby herself helps Yang be strong

[derek hale voice] stiles stilinski??? nah what a jerk what a— [trips] [hundreds of thousands of photos of stiles stilinski spill out of leather jacket] w-what  a fuckign asshole i these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of stiles stilinski scatter across the floor] shit fcuk im holding them for someone just listen 

we’re the only ones on campus who didn’t go home for christmas" au

Castiel pulls his headphones off his ears.

No, he’s not imagining that. There’s definitely the faint sound of a guitar coming from down the hall, and Castiel frowns. He thought he was the only one who was still around.

He glances at the clock. Eight p.m., Christmas Eve.

Crap. He was supposed to call his family in an hour.

Castiel sighs, rubbing his face. He anticipated that being a lovely conversation.

He debates for a minute, then stands, deciding he might as well go investigate.

Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know

The music is coming from the lounge a little ways down the hall, along with what is definitely a voice crooning along.

Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

The guitar solo kicks off, just as Castiel rounds the corner, to see the funniest sight he’s ever seen in his life.

The kid from the end of the hall, music blasting out of his speakers, dancing along in his boxers and nothing else. He’s really pulling out the stops—air guitar and everything, and he hasn’t seemed to notice that’s he’s got an audience.

“And as we wind on down the roooooad—“ He screeches, headbanging impressively.

Our shadows taller than our soooul—“

He does an impressive spin on the table.

“In walks a LAAAdy we all knooooo-O-ooo—OH F—“

He sees Castiel and promptly falls backwards off the table.

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