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Happy Birthday jenny03suki

Happy belated birthday @jenny03suki. This wonderful story was created by the amazing @mega-aulover. Sorry it’s a bit late. We hope you enjoy.

Forbidden Love 

Rated:  M (Trigger Warnings:  Minor violence & Suggested incest)

Prompt: Werewolf/Incest. Peeta and Katniss are half or full blood siblings. They have been having a secret relationship when their secret of being mates comes to light when Katniss’s heat cycle happens and blows up when the pack see Katniss’s body changes as their forbidden pup grows inside her.

For: @jenny03suki Happy Birthday!

A/N: A major thanks to @norbertsmom for helping me with this prompt. She gave me the idea for the story and for betaing it at the last hour.


The alarming sounds of howling disturbed Katniss as she returned back to her den with food. Everything looked off. The ground looked disturbed. Concerned, Katniss called out, “Peeta.”

She wanted to keep positive. Peeta didn’t know this part of the woods, and she hoped he was around the corner. But nothing at their small home seemed right. She began to panic; something was wrong. She reached out with her mind. ‘Peeta where are you?’

‘Katniss,’ Peeta’s voice sounded, reverberated in her soul. ‘They’ve found us. Run! Hide!’

“Peeta, where are you?” Katniss frowned looking for clues as to their direction.

“I’m leading them away from you.” Peeta warned, “Don’t follow me, Katniss.”

“No!” Katniss said in her mind and out loud in frustration. Peeta always put her first like this foolish plan of his to take on the other clansmen on his own.

“Katniss, I need you to run and save yourself!” Peeta ordered.

The howls grew angrier and they didn’t sound that far away.  They were nearing him, she dropped the game she caught. “I’m coming,” Katniss replied to him.

“No, stay away…our pup,” Peeta voice sounded desperate and she could have sworn scared.

Katniss ignored his voice and pushed passed her fear clouded-mind. Using the heightened sense of smell that came with being pregnant, and her tracking abilities, she ran through the forest. She glanced around at the broken twigs and disturbed underbrush indicated there were three of her clan chasing Peeta. She could smell the strong wolf musk mixed with pine, damp earth, berries, and wild flowers. It revealed it was her cousin Gale and his hunting pack that were chasing after Peeta.

Her heart rate increased, her eyesight sharpened, as she picked out a piece of the shirt Peeta was wearing. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the air, trying to determine the direction in which they had gone.

She could smell Peeta’s scent of bread, dill and cinnamon. Her mate was a baker. He was drawn to the kitchens as a child, preferred to be around Ripper than with the other members of the Clan. Compared to other clans their pack was small. Her father arranged for Katniss to marry into another group.

It was a necessary step to help protect them against their enemy Snow. Katniss understood it was her duty to go through the pre-arranged marriage to an undisclosed clan member that was set up  by her uncle Haymitch before she was born. Both families were supposed to meet today for the first time. Haymitch had left before Peeta could present himself before her father yesterday; her uncle had no idea of the chaos that was going on internally within the clan. It was a scandal, not only because she broke her words but because of Peeta.

Katniss was afraid her family was desperate enough to teach Peeta a lesson. It was why she hid so deep in the forest. Why she made sure to cover their tracks. Her inner wolf wanted to leap out but Katniss did not let her, she wanted to touch Peeta, make sure he was fine.

She heard the growling before she saw them at the base of a cliff the three wolves morphed into their human form surrounding Peeta. It was Gale who struck first.

“NOOOO,” Katniss screamed.

Thom, Rory, and Bristel egged Gale on as he struck Peeta repeatedly. Katniss knew Peeta wouldn’t defend himself. When she got close enough, her inner wolf leapt out to protect him. Katniss jumped in front of Peeta, baring her canine teeth, snarling and snapping at the men of her clan. Her mate’s body lay limp behind her.

Her cousin Gale and his friends surrounded them.

“Catnip, get out of the way,” Gale growled. “You’ve always been too damned innocent for your own good, protecting the un-favored one.”

Katniss growled, she was fueled by the need to protect her family. Her wolf form coiled ready to attack if Gale came closer.

Gale’s eyes looked menacing, his voice dipped low, “Catnip, you’re his sister. You shouldn’t have married him. Your union is accursed, and your pup is unnatural.”

Katniss narrowed her large silver-like lupine eyes at Gale. He didn’t understand, None of them did. Peeta never forced himself on her. To the outside it was a horrible deed.

It was all so complicated.

She was bonded to Peeta in a way no could understand. Not even her parents comprehended the drive to be with Peeta. From a very young age Katniss had been aware of Peeta, she’d fought the attraction to him because they were siblings, but as she matured her inner wolf screamed that this was her mate. It drove her to finally take the oath of marriage with him, and it wasn’t until she was with him, that she’d found peace and happiness. Nothing matter in the end, and even the preoccupation of breaking the pact with the other clan melted away once she was tied with Peeta.

They kept it a secret from the members of their clan until Katniss found herself pregnant with a pup. She’d wanted to run away with Peeta, but he wanted to do the honorable thing and go before their father and tell him the truth.

Their father had exploded into a fit of rage.

Adam Everdeen wasn’t one prone to violence. By nature he was an even tempered man, but Katniss was his favorite child. Peeta was his least favorite, and was known amongst the clan as the ‘unfavored child’.  When it came to his children Adam loved Katniss and Prim but it was known he couldn’t stand his only son and it was a mystery as to why.

Peeta looked like Prim, fair skinned, with blond hair, but their blue eyes were different. While Prim's’ eyes were paler like that of their mother, Peeta’s were a brilliant blue that looked violet.

At the clan’s discovery that they’d married, Katniss convinced Peeta to run away, going into the deep forest. This morning Katniss had left Peeta sleeping in the small den they’d found for themselves; she had to go hunting for food. Had she’d stayed, Gale and the others wouldn’t have done this to him.

Katniss was scared and angry and was ready to die, if need be.

Gale morphed into his wolf form, a formidable gray and black wolf, which  was menacing, though his white paws made him look dainty. Peeta’s color was unlike anyone else’s in the clan.  He had a pure white coat. Not even Prim’s was completely white; hers was mixed with gray and had black markings on her tail that looked like a duck. Katniss focused her energy on defeating her hunting partner.

There were only two large wolves in their pack, one was her father and the other was Peeta. Though what Gale lacked in size he made up for it with speed. She kept an eye out for the others who remained in their human form.

Gale was a practiced hunter; he knew how to trap his pray.  However, Katniss knew his weakness. He walked around her growling. Her eyes glowed, showing him she wasn’t afraid. Gale lunged at her and she snapped back and bit his nose.

Gale jumped back and his eyes took that predatory glint when he was angry at his prey. He whipped around and jumped mid air to attack Katniss, when another wolf hit him on the side and pinned him.

“That’s enough!” The mighty boom of Adam's’ voice resounded in the woods.

Gale half whined, half growled, instantly turning back to his human form. Bristel immediately joined him.

Their father was surrounded by some of the other elders from their pack.  Adam harshly said, “Gale I told you to find them, not hurt them.”

Katniss, seeing that the attack had relented, morphed back to her human form. Her concern was for her mate. “Peeta,” she whispered, tears were running down her face.

He sat up, his face was bruised and she felt the pain radiating from his middle, as if he had bruised ribs. Because they were bonded as mates, Katniss could feel every ache acutely.  

His pain, and her hormonal state, overwhelmed her emotions and she cried bitterly.  His arms went around her and once more the feeling of being home overwhelmed Katniss.  “Hush,” Peeta comforted, quietly pulling the sarong Katniss had disposed of when morph into her wolf form around her shoulders, hiding her small belly.

“They hurt you, Peeta,” Katniss whispered, “because of me.”

His hand gently rubbed her back, and she curled into his lap, desperate to make him feel better.

“I’m okay, I’ll be fine,” Peeta assured her.

“Katniss,” their father addressed her.

Katniss looked up to see their father looking at her with concern. Her father was always prone to notice details others missed. His silver eyes didn’t miss the way Peeta tenderly held her or the way she acted.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Adam said, “but you must see why, what you’ve done is an abomination.  You’re my children.”

Katniss closed her eyes and said, “We left so that you wouldn’t have to live with our decision.”

Adam rubbed his face then roared, “Katniss, don’t you dare defend him; this is his fault. This child has been nothing but trouble.”

Their mother came up behind their father. “Adam, you’ve always been harder on the boy.”

Adam said, “But she’s his sister, Ava.”

“I love him,” Katniss confessed. “He’s my mate. I tried to ignore it but I couldn’t. I had to be with him, had to bond with him.” Katniss recalled the first time they kissed. It was if she was lit on fire from within, and a hunger for him ripped through her, naked desire for Peeta.

“We didn’t mean for this to happen. I know Katniss wasn’t supposed to be mine.” Peeta looked at Katniss. “I can’t live without her and you both know…”

“Katniss has always needed you,” Ava whispered. “When your father made you stay that summer with Uncle Haymitch, Katniss didn’t want to eat, and couldn’t sleep.”

Adam barked, “No, Ava, do not justify what happened. They are brother and sister!”

“They are soul-mates, and we’ve known it for years. Even as children they behaved not as siblings, but future companion,” Ava sighed heavily. “I am afraid there was nothing we could do; you know as well as I do if they hadn’t mated they would’ve found a way.”

A gentle howl penetrated the air.

People whispered to one another. There was a matron within their pack, an elder who had taken Peeta under her wing when he was a pup. She was the oldest amongst them. Greasy Sae was so old her gray black fur looked silver when she morphed into her wolf form. She was the only original wolf alive from when their kind settled in this area, hundreds of years ago. Her great-great-granddaughter led her through the woods. She had a shawl wrapped around her frail body.

Adam paid his respects, “Greasy, we are most honored.”

Greasy nodded as she walked past Adam and knelt before Katniss and Peeta. “It’s finally happened.”

“Just as you said it would, they’ve mated,” Ava whispered.

“It’s only natural,” Greasy stated patting Katniss face.

“Greasy they are siblings,” Adam muttered, casting his eyes away from Katniss and Peeta.

“Are they?” Greasy countered back. “You’ve always had a temper just like your half brother Earl. It’s why Ava was captured she was chasing after your brother after one of your hot headed arguments, or do you no recall what happened eighteen years ago today?”

Adam, voice was tempered but all could see he was still angered, “Sae why bring up the past.”

Sae stood before Katniss, “Because it is relevant and it has to do with the children.”

Katniss was confused, “What is she speaking of?”

Katniss watched her father sit on a fallen log. “We agreed never to speak about it.”

“But we must, for now there is the life of an unborn pup at stake,” Greasy said chuckling.

Katniss blushed, it was Greasy who guessed she was pregnant. It explained her mood swings, her inability to stomach certain foods or people. She felt Peeta’s hand lay across her midsection protectively. Katniss could feel him getting better, it made her body ache less. She glanced into his shining eyes. He was excited he was going to be a father.

“Before you were born, Ava was captured by Snow. Your mother was, as I said before, looking for Earl. No one knew Snow had the area under surveillance. He was looking for any opportunity to control your father and a few of his strongest trapped your mother.”

Katniss eyes flew to her mother who by now sat clutching her father’s arm. Adam wound his arm around Ava. “It was horrible, she had a difficult pregnancy. Trying to escape, she went into labor.”

“She gave birth in the forest without anyone to assist her during her birth. She was bleeding.” Adam gently looked at Ava, “At the first sign of blood they left. We were lucky we found her in the forest when we did.”

“How did you find them?”

“Katniss and Prim were together, in their human form. Peeta was in his pup form covering them.” Adam said, shaking his head. “Why go over this Greasy? You were there.”

“Since when have you ever heard of a newborn being able to transform hours after they were born?” Greasy’s words suddenly made everything click.

Katniss glanced at her husband, hope blossomed in her silver eyes. It was a well know fact, newborns needed up to a week to be able to make that transition. They were not yet strong enough, and some pups do not morph until they are three months old. Greasy then followed up with, “Peeta is not part of your pack.”

There was silence amongst as all eyes turned to Peeta.

“He must have felt the pull toward Katniss, and went to her aid. It was his infant howls that drew you to where Ava and the girls were. He was protecting his mate.”

“He doesn’t even look like us,” Gale whispered.

“He doesn’t for a good reason,” a new voice said. “He’s more typical of the wolves from the northern fringes.” The clans’ men all stood at once at the appearance of three strangers standing at the cliff. The light was behind them, and growls were heard.

“Stand down, it’s me,” Haymitch’s gruff voice came from the top of the cliff.

“Haymitch,” the word spread amongst those gathered as they watched Haymitch and two others slowly descended, when they arrived Katniss gasped. One of the men looked like Peeta, an older version, but it was Peeta’s face.

“My son, you have indeed found my son,” the man spoke.

Peeta stood amazed at the man that looked like him. “Father?”

Adam was perplexed, “Haymitch, what is the meaning of this?”

Haymitch rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d forgotten what they looked like, it was done over nineteen years ago, before the girls were born. We’ve maintained in contact through missives. It wasn’t until I went to get them that I discovered Harland was Peeta’s father.  Eighteen years ago, Peeta’s dad and a group of his men were in this part of the woods looking for a peaceful resolution with Snow. Snow attacked them, and Peeta was lost in the mix.”

“I thought him dead, and when your Haymitch told me of his existence and that he was interested in your eldest girl, I had to come see for myself.”  Harland grabbed his son by the face. He turned to Adam. “I am indebted to you. For you did not have to take care of him, but you’ve made him your own child.”

Katniss could see her father had no words, she stepped up. “I carry your grandchild.”

He was quiet, then laughed, then howled mightily. He transformed into a massive pure white wolf just like Peeta. Katniss smiled and was glad she’d followed her heart.

À Triomphe - BTS AU

AU:  Art Thief!Bangtan

Description: You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust.  But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.

Part:  Five / Four / Three / Two / One

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

Originally posted by warofbangtan

Jimin curved around the halls, a stride like no other taking over him as he headed for the bosses room.  As his body curved through the lights glowing from the swinging light fixtures, his face showed with fury.  His hands balled beside his hips, his footsteps coming off heavier with every lingering second.  

He stopped before the door at the end of the hall.  His hand hovered of the knob, trembling as thoughts raced through his head.  

What am I doing?

I can’t risk my life for her.

Namjoon will kill me.

Jin will kill her.

What am I doing?

Jimin slowly turned the knob to Namjoon’s room, light flooding in. Namjoon sat behind a cluttered desk, strolled with paper and dirty dishes.  He was crouched in front of a computer screen, mindlessly scrolling only to take one-minute breaks to write down bits of information.

“Namjoon,” Jimin beckoned.  A sense of fear trailed behind his voice.  

Namjoon turned his head to face Jimin, his dark circles showing he hadn’t gotten any sleep in days.  “What do you want?”

Jimin staggered across the room, tripping over small things.  He finally stood before Namjoon, swallowing the lump that had grown in his throat. “Please let me help her,” he begged.

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed.  “You know what that means, right?”

Jimin closed his eyes, wincing at the pictures of what would become of him. Yet, hope lingered in his heart as he hoped that his friend would have sympathy for him. “Yes, sir.” He murmured, sniffling as the thoughts became overwhelming.  Fear took over his whole body as Namjoon stood up, walking to the door.

“I’d hate to lose you Jimin,” Namjoon purred.  His hands tightened around the knob as he closed it.  He smiled as he turned back to face Jimin.  “How about a wager?”

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Alone - Part 5

Warnings; swearing, violence

Words; 1,368

A/N; the feelings and emotions in this chapter are alllllll over the place but bare with me i swear everything will make sense soon!!! Sorry for the late update, I’m hoping to get another chapter up tomorrow/today seeing as where I am it’s 1am. Thank you guys for reading, you don’t know how much it means to me 💕



“What do you mean because of you?” Steve growled.

The banging got louder and there was a cracking sound, you could tell the door was about to cave in.

You and Steve looked at each other and agreed without saying a word. You scrambled up and threw clothes on and grabbed your weapons, thankfully Steve always slept with his shield beside him. The front door crashed in and Bucky closed your bedroom door, locked it and grabbed the bed with his metal arm and threw it against the door. It bought you an extra minute. Which was good because you realized you couldn’t jump out the window with your injury.

"How-” You had started to ask how you were going to get down to the ground when a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into them. Glass smashed around you and a second later you landed on the ground, still wrapped in someone’s arms. You pulled back expecting Steve but it was Bucky’s face that stared back at you. Steve jumped down beside you and gave Bucky an annoyed look before looking around for danger. There were two men in black heading towards the three of you and Steve threw his shield, knocking them out.

“C'mon this way!” Bucky motioned for you and Steve to follow him, you took a step in his direction but Steve stopped you.

“If you’re the reason they’re here for (Y/n) then why should we trust you? What if you’re working for them and this is a trap?” Steve said accusingly.

The thought had never crossed your mind that Bucky could be working for Hydra, the more you thought about it the more his mood swings made sense. But could he really do that to you? Could your entire relationship be a lie?  

Bucky’s eyes pleaded with Steve. “Do you really think I could do that to you?” He looked between the two of you. “Either of you? I’ll explain but I need you to come now before those guys get down here.” He pointed up at the window where the men were looking down at you getting ready to jump.

Bucky ran and Steve picked you up and ran after him, you could hear the men running after you and soon after there were gun shots. Steve and Bucky dodged them easily, running down road after road until they finally lost them. Bucky looked around before opening a door to an abandoned warehouse.

In the office of the warehouse there was a desk and an old tattered couch, laying haphazardly on the ground were Bucky’s clothes.

“This is where you’ve been staying?” Steve asked sounding slightly upset.

“Can’t draw too much attention to myself, I have to stay as hidden as possible.” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at you.

“Buck, what is happening?” You asked taking a step towards him and reaching out a hand but he quickly flinched away and looked at Steve. You stepped back and Steve wrapped his arm around you glaring right back at Bucky.

You were sick of them acting like children, actually you were sick of this entire thing! First Bucky leaves you to die, then seems to feel bad and jealous, then leaves again, then sends you flowers, then goes all sorts of fucking winter soldier crazy on you and says you should have died THEN shows up at the end of your bed demanding you follow him because there are men after you because of him! The whole situation was making your head hurt.

You stepped between the two man children and held up your arms. “I want some fucking answers and I want them now!” You turned to face Bucky your eyes cold as ice. “Why did you leave me to die? Why did you come find me and bring me flowers if you were just going to tell me I should be dead? Is our entire friendship a lie?” You didn’t want to feel upset because you should be so angry at him for what he said but a part of you couldn’t even believe he had said it. That wasn’t your Bucky, your Bucky would have never said anything like that to you. This you knew because the second the words came out of your mouth pure regret was evident on his face.

He looked you straight in the eyes and grabbed onto your shoulders as if that would drive the point in. “I swear to you (Y/n) I didn’t mean that at all, I don’t think that you should have died.” His voice broke. “I could never think that.”

You softened as his words and his sincerity but you couldn’t let up that easily. “Then what is really happening? And no more lies!”

He looked at Steve then looked at you, obviously thinking about his next words carefully. “All you need to know right now is that I did it to keep you safe.”

You pulled away from him frustrated. “I don’t understand why you can’t give me a straight answer!”

There was a loud explosion and you were thrown into a wall. Your ears were ringing and your vision was blurry. Strong arms grabbed you and you figured it was Steve or Bucky but they were being a little forceful. Your vision was returning and your ears were starting to hear properly and you realized the person that was dragging you through the warehouse was neither Bucky or Steve but a man with a Hydra emblem on their jacket. You tried to pull away put it made him grip harder. You could hear a commotion behind you and you were hoping it was one of the guys. There was a bang and the man dragging you dropped to the ground. You whipped around to see where the shot had come from. Bucky was standing there, gun in hand, looking pissed.

Someone came towards you but this time you were ready, you threw a punch to their gut and a knee in the face, successfully knocking them out.

“This way!” Bucky yelled. You and Steve quickly followed him leaving the lifeless bodies behind.

A few blocks away you found an abandoned car and hot wired it. Your plan was to drive as far away as possible as quickly as possible. You and Steve had decided not to involve the rest of the Avengers until you really knew what was happening with Bucky. You insisted on driving but both the men agreed on the fact that you needed sleep.

About an hour into the car ride no one had spoke and you had just started to drift off to sleep. Laying with your eyes closed trying to focus on sleeping you heard one of them clear their throats.

“Now that she’s asleep I think we should talk.” It was Steve.

Well this should be interesting, you definitely weren’t going to sleep now.

“About?” Bucky asked in a cold tone.

“Well you obviously care for her, in a weird twisted way where you leave her to die.” Bucky went to interrupt him but Steve kept talking. “I know, you’ll clarify later but that isn’t my point. I care about her too and I just want you to know whatever or whoever she chooses I just want her to be happy. I love her too much to get in the way of that.”

Your heart sped up at his proclamation and Bucky asked the words you were thinking. “You love her?”

You cracked your eyes a sliver to look at Steve, he knew you too well and must have known you weren’t actually asleep. He was staring right at you. “Yeah I do.” He smiled warmly and it made you feel gooey inside, but then Bucky grunted and it made you feel conflicted. You were really starting to develop feelings for Steve but how could you move on when you didn’t know what was going on with Bucky? When this car stopped, wherever you ended up you were going to demand answers and not stop pestering until you got them. And with that decision secured in your mind you drifted off to sleep.


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Tormented & Loved (Dean Winchester High School AU x Reader) Part 21

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Thank you to those of you who have been messaging me about issues on the masterlist. I do fix them right away! If you have any questions or want to let me know what you think send me an ask or a message! I love talking to you guys!

Warning: Smut, Violence

Part 21

I went home upset, and unable to believe what Dean had said. There was a part of me that didn’t believe anything he said, and that all of this was just him grieving over the loss of his grandfather, but another part of me knew he’d end up this way. Since day one he said or did something that broke my heart. But I didn’t want to believe he was trouble. Because when we’re alone and happy he’s the man I want to live the rest of my life with.

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Dauntless: Daddy Dearest (Part 6)

Eric x OC

Warnings: Language, Violence, Slight Seduction

A/N: Let me know what you think about the ending. Do you think Eric would sink that low?


“The hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed, grabbing one of the soldiers by his collar and jerking him around. “You think this is a fucking game!? I fucking told you to move those goddamn crates and I meant it!”

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What Are We Gonna Do? (Part 9)

Prompt: Imagine that you’re Spencer Reid’s wife, and you get the news of his arrest in Mexico. But you’ve been keeping something from him and the team. How will it affect Spencer?

Word Count: 1564

Warnings: Language, violence, anger, drama, angst

Notes: This picks up right at the beginning of Season 12, episode 13. Spoilers from here till then. Thanks to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Tags: @ultrarebelheart @cocosierra94 @marvel-imagines-yes-please @marvel-imagines-yes-please

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You took a deep breath before getting out of your car, wondering what you would walk in to find. Would he have darker circles than the time before last? Would he have more bruising? Would he look empty?

You got in and finally made your way to the visiting area. Spence’s bruises were lightening in shade.

“Hey, honey,” you greeted, trying to be strong and upbeat.

“Hi. They uh…they killed Delgado,” Spence said in a low voice, his demeanor shattered.

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anonymous asked:

can you write an imagine about eric going to one of readers hockey games and like they get in a hUge fight due to some unfairness (someone hits her bc she's a girl or somethin) and she gets pretty badly hurt and eric is over protective as heck and makes sure you don't do anything the doctor told you not to,,,❣️

this is adorable also i used to play hockey when i was younger and i’ve been thinking of starting up again so this imagine has always been in the back of my head so i’m glad you requested it! 

Trigger Warnings: violence?

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Eric sat down in the plastic chair, rubbing his hands together creating warmth for himself inside the cold arena. He loved watching you play hockey. You gave it your all and frankly, it turned him on insanely. 

The game started, you and your team skating around for the puck, soon enough the puck was at your feet. you gave it a nudge with your stick and dodged a large male. you kept your eyes on the puck only occasionally looking up at the people making sure you didn’t bump into anyone. 

You were just about to make it to the goal, when a guy 3 times the size of you, ran dead straight into you. You bounced off him and landed straight on the ice. Eric cringed at the sight, he had seen you get hit before but it always disturbed him. 

You lie there groaning and squirming as other players knelt beside you trying to check if anything was really wrong. Finally, on of your team players called over your coach to come help drag you off the ice. Eric sprung up from where he was sitting and walked down a few steps to where you were being pulled off. 

“She dislocated her hip.” One of your friends from the team said to Eric.

The few people carrying you put you onto a bench while the coaches went to call the ambulance. Eric sat beside you the whole time, holding your hand for comfort.

“Man I hope I don’t die.” You laugh and cry at the same time making Eric chuckle a bit.

“You aren’t going to die. I’m staying with you the whole time don’t worry okay?” He says kissing you cheek.

Soon enough, the paramedics came and put you onto the stretcher and wheeled you to the outside of the building,Eric following behind. 

“Are your parents here tonight sweetheart?” One of them asks.

“No. They are at home, can you call them?” You ask frantically.

“We will once we’re at the hospital. Would you like someone to come with you in the ambulance?”

“My boyfriend Eric. He’s just there.” You say pointing to him.

He got into the ambulance before they put the stretcher in. You got to the hospital and later during the night after your hip was back in place, you were resting in the hospital bed when your parents showed up. They walked into the room seeing Eric half asleep in the chair beside you and you awake fiddling with the tv remote. 

“Hey!” You excitedly whisper trying to scootch yourself out of the bed to go and hug them. 

“Woah, woah slow down. You can’t move until tomorrow morning, doctors orders.” Eric springs up from his chair positioning you back in a comfortable position in the bed. 

“Thanks for staying with her Eric. You should go home. You look tired and your parents are probably worried sick.” Your mom says engulfing him in a hug

“I’m always going to be here for her when you can’t make it. She’s the most important thing to me. I’ll be back tomorrow morning“ He smiles, blowing a kiss to you and leaves the room.

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hope that’s good!

The Real Mrs Vane (Epilogue)

Pairings: Vane / Reader / Flint

Warnings: Violence, swearing, PG13 (not really smut as such) 

A/N: Oh my god i can’t believe it’s done… it’s really done this time no more parts to this story (probably ;) ) I hope you all like this and it’s a fitting end to a series that i’ve really enjoyed writing. 

@selldraug @georgiagrl1990 @angelaiswriting

You should have been sewing, finishing the final garments for Mrs Beniot up at the governor’s house but you weren’t. You’d been left at the seamstress’s shop while the rest of them went up to the square to witness some sort of pirate trail. As was usual over the past 7 months every time the word pirate came up in conversation to do with trails and justice your heart had practically stopped.

You knew too many pirates, and had relationships with enough that until you heard the name of whoever was on trial this time you were too anxious to rest. You were simply waiting for the day that one of the names was someone you knew.

Today had been the same, in a bustle of skirts and squeals the younger seamstresses had vanished to the square to watch the trail of some dastardly pirate while you had feigned a stomach ache and remained behind.

You’d learnt quickly that if you went to the attic of the shop and craned yourself out of the top window you could see the square of Charlestown and figure out exactly who it was on trail without having to show your face to people you rather wouldn’t see.

Finally satisfied that everyone had gone and no one would arrive back before the trail was over you pushed the dress off of your knees and jumped up making for the ladder to the attic.

Before you got there though the door to the shop opened once more and you turned freezing on the spot.

“Hello darling”

You felt like someone had punched you in the stomach taking all the wind out of your lungs. “Vane”

“In the flesh” he came towards you quickly grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the door of the shop.

“Wait… Vane what are you doing?”

“I’ve indulged this little vacation of yours for long enough darling” he growled and with little care for whether you wanted to or not you were suddenly being marched out of the shop and down towards the port. “You’re coming back where you belong. Whether you like it or not”

“Well I don’t like it” you insisted wriggling and pulling at his hold on you.

Vane simply smirked with little trouble bending and throwing you over his shoulder. You squeaked and bashed your hands against his back.

“Vane! Put me down. I’m not yours to just manhandle”

“Correction pet, you’ve always been mine. Sometimes you just need reminding”

You managed to push yourself up slightly on his shoulder so you could look back up the road into Charlestown. There was no one of the street still too distracted by whatever was happening in the square. No one you could shout for help. Not that you would put much hope in anyone defeating Vane.

“Why are you doing this Vane?” you questioned trying a different tack instead “after all you don’t need a whore anymore. You have Eleanor”

He tightened his grip on you painfully at her name, you were going to bruise from the force he was using to squeeze your thigh.

“She’s the whore not you” he growled out stride never slowing.

“What she close her legs for you so you decided you needed me back?” you asked. You knew it was stupid to go down this route even while the words were coming from your mouth.

With more force than necessary Vane threw you down into the small boat he’d used to get to shore. You bounced on the seat wincing as your back hit the edge of the boat. Vane’s face was hovering above yours as he leant over you. Surprisingly though he didn’t attack all he did was grab the back of your head pulling your face up so he could kiss you roughly.

You’d forgotten what it felt like kissing Vane, every nerve in your body came to life. Every sense woke up and screamed in desire for him. He was the only person who’d ever completely claimed your body with only a simple kiss.

“I’d shut that pretty mouth darling, before it gets you in trouble again”

You glared at him but did as he’d suggested. You had sat in that strained silence as he rowed to the Ranger which was moored some way out from the beach. You even managed to remain silent as you obligingly climbed the rope ladder and climbed over the edge.

Anne was the first face you saw climbing over the railings. She was stood silently staring from beneath her hat. You held her gaze as slowly she grinned nodding her head at you before moving away. Jack looked vaguely sick as he followed her.

Vane jumped the railing soon after and propelled you into what you knew from experience was his cabin. Nothing had changed much in his room, bed still unmade and stuff littered everywhere. It smelt of cigar smoke and sweat.

“Now what?” you asked him carefully turning around as he’d stayed by the doors leaning against them. “What was the plan when you got me here Charles?”

“Charles?” he repeated “remember my name did you?”

“I never forgot”

“You left” his voice was different, there was almost pain in it as he looked over at you. “You got up and left me Y/N”

“And what you had no part in that? Charles you were sleeping with Eleanor, you fucking shot me and then… hurt me”

“I know” he admitted that took the words out of your mouth as he finally pushed up off the door coming over to you so his body was stood close. “I did everything wrong by you, I tried to let you leave Y/N but I can’t. Your mine”

You couldn’t speak with him looking at you like that. It wasn’t possible to make your brain think past the desire coursing through his eyes.

“Eleanor she was a mistake, she was never you no one ever was. From the very first moment I saw you I knew…” he trailed off and you found yourself desperate to know what he was going to say.

“Knew what?”

“Knew you were trouble, the kind of trouble a man is warned about” his hand came up and slowly cupped your cheek, Vane had never shied away from touching you and his sudden hesitancy made you move into his touch.

“I took and took from you Y/N and never gave you anything back and for that I’m so fucking sorry. You make me weak with wanting you and I never knew how to deal with that so I pushed you away, determined I wouldn’t let you ruin what I thought was worthwhile”

Vane had never spoken to you like this, even when you’d eventually gotten married. He’d never once talked about feelings or anything even similar.

“I never knew” you admitted.

He smiled “Well I never said anything did I?”

You stared into a face you knew almost better than you did your own. “What exactly are you saying? I need you to say it Charles”

He sighed looking down at the floor briefly before bringing his other hand up to frame your face fully. “One time only” he warned at your quick nod he continued. “I fucking love you Y/N, I love you more than anything, more than this ship and I need you back in my life back in my bed. Where you belong always”

You stayed silent for a moment watching as he stared at you, there was a vulnerability there that you’d never seen in him before. “I love you too”

He was kissing you again, mouth desperately moving against your own as his hands went to your dress ripping and pulling the material off revealing as much skin as he could.

“Wait, Vane” you gasped between kissed. “Vane… Wait” you finally got him stopped.

“What?” he snapped.

“Conditions” you warned making him frown “this can’t go back to what we were before. I need more than that from you” he still looked confused. “We can’t go back to what we were before Vane. I need you to actually be my husband this time, no fucking around or anything else”

“For fuck sake” Vane was back to kissing your neck hand in your hair “what the fuck have I just been saying. Now shut the hell up”

His hands had finally ripped the remaining shreds off your dress away and he lifted you up carrying you over to his bed. Where you belonged, to him and him to you. Forever.

A LIST OF SWAN QUEEN FAN FICTION

B/C I KNOW Y’ALL ARE TIRED OF LOOKING FOR SWANQUEEN FANFIC RECS ON TUMBLR SO HERES THE GOOD SHIT.

  • all of these are in english
  • if you have any recommendations or additions, please let me know!
  • some fanfictions that i originally planned to include on this list were deleted by their authors :( 


CLASSICS (favorites)

The Art Of Being Extraordinary - if you haven’t read this already, wyd? The ending will destroy you - be prepared to cry. 

Letters From War - another extremely well known fic among swen. a heart-wrenching and beautifully written AU fic. even if AUs aren’t your thing, seriously, give this one a try.

Emma is a soldier on reserve in Fort Benning. Regina is the Mayor of Storybrooke. Through a pen pal program designed to ease the ache of homesick soldiers, Emma and Regina begin sending letters to one another as their relationship grows from cordial acquaintance to something neither woman would have expected - until the letters stop coming.

A Trail Of Destruction - DEFINITELY a classic imo. this is one of my favorite fanfictions of all time.

A hostage situation in City Hall leaves behind a battered, broken sheriff, and a mayor wracked with guilt. Trigger warnings for violence and gun threats and general angst. Slow-burn swan queen.

Miles To Go - AU; emma and regina meet at a party and the rest is history. this ones pretty long (80 chapters), but so worth the read! angsty & lots of ‘sexy times’ 

Everyone has their own story, this one is theirs and it paints the picture of a love story that spans over two decades, with all the ups and downs and everything else in between. SwanQueen AU
 

Of Love and Loathing - a lot of angry sex in the beginning, which eventually turns into lovey sex. another well known and well written fic - this author is one of my favorites. *reaaallyyy hot smut 

“I have been sleeping with someone,” Regina began tentatively, an acute awareness that once she said the words out loud that the madness behind her highly unorthodox situation became all the more real, “whom I absolutely loathe.” •Emma/Regina•

Meet me Halfway - one of the first swan queen fan fictions i ever read! still a classic to this day. AU

Emma Swan works hard every night as a bartender, struggling to raise her son and save up enough to own her own bar. Regina Mills is an upper class New York photographer who wouldn’t normally spare a second glance at people below her. When their paths cross, their lives adapt to each other, but how much are they willing to change?

Love Undefined - in the process of re-reading this one because of how much i love it. angsty as hell but such a beautiful story.

It’s been eight years since the last time Regina and Emma saw each other, eight years since Emma lost part of her happiness, her family, and everything fell apart. But she hasn’t forgotten those three years in New York, or any of what Regina had brought into her life. A late night phone call to Regina takes Emma back eleven years to when they met, saved each other from loneliness, and Emma started learning what it meant to live. She relives the moments that had changed her life for the better, and even the ones that had hurt.

Teacher’s Pet - KNOWN AS THE ONE TEACHER/STUDENT FANFIC THAT EVERYONE HAS READ. 

Emma Swan is starting her senior year. Her friends tell her about the Creative Writing teacher that she has on her schedule and how no one had passed her class with an A, not even her bookworm friend, Belle. What will she do? And who exactly is this ‘bitchy Evil Queen’ as they claim her to be? SwanQueen. Student/Teacher. M for language and future chapters.

Lost in Translation - i wasn’t sure about this before reading it but i LOVED it. the description pretty much sums it up.

AU. Regina is deaf. Emma is the only one who refuses to give her pity. In response, Regina is thrilled by this new challenge and the stand-offs commence, but over time she finds out there is more to the blonde woman than just a target to throw a stinging quip and pointed glare at.

Send Up a Signal - emma and regina are actresses and their fans ship them with each other. ;)

Emma Swan is catapulted into stardom, the newest lead actress on a sanitized show featuring modern fairytales. Regina Mills is a long-undermined star with a chip on her shoulder and a thousand reasons why she’s invested. Naturally, they loathe each other on sight.Their characters’ fanbases, however, have other ideas.

Reset - SO. GOOD. 95 chapters. if you’re looking for long fanfics, this is for you. 

Following the breaking of the curse everyone in Storybrooke is finding their happy ending, with one exception. Resigning herself to having lost Henry’s love and respect forever, Regina decides there is only one path available to her.

Take Me Home Tonight - AU!! lots of smut :) this is a newer one that i’ve seen around twitter and tumblr and i really enjoyed it! this one’s pretty short (14 chapters)

AU: Nineteen year old Emma Swan is a senior at the exclusive all girls boarding school, Foxhaven Academy. When her friends find out she’s a virgin they send her to the city to find a guy to take her v-card. But Emma is more interested in a sexy older woman she meets in a bar. A SwanQueen story.

The Staircase - non-consensual sex in the first chapter, so please be aware of that; its not for eveyone. this story is very dark but has a happy ending i promise!

Regina could still smell her cologne and feel the cheap pleather pressing into her back. The brunette sucked in a breath. She was still lying on the floor at the staircase’s base and she stared back up at it. Everything was different now. Changed. She felt broken by what had just happened, appalled and enraged, dirty. WARNING: NC17 for non-consensual sex. Dark. (But gets lighter.)

the trouble with emma - very very well known within the swan queen community. i’ll be honest, i never really got into the story but i can acknowledge that it is the most well-written fanfiction i have read to date. the author is truly talented. (the first in a series of fanfics)

Post ep 4x23, Emma becomes the Dark One and learns nothing is quite as it seems or as simple as black versus white. When Regina removes the curse no one in Storybrooke is prepared for the far reaching fallout which leaves none of their lives unaltered or untouched, least of all Regina’s.

SMUT 

shadow haven  - the one smut fic everyone has read.

Emma Swan is a PR agent who is sent on a holiday by her boss. Regina Mills is the owner of a private island named Shadow Haven. There is more to Regina than initially meets the eye. This story dips heavily into the BDSM subculture. Swan Queen romance / BDSM story.

the wicked stepmother - the one kinky fic everyone has read- or attempted to. i couldn’t get through the whole thing but the first few chapters,,, holy hell.

When the Evil Queen catches baby Emma along with Snow White, she decides on a new revenge. In Storybrooke, Snow White will be allowed to raise her daughter… but on her eighteenth birthday, Regina will come for her. Emma might just enjoy that.

in control  - Regina had never been in the habit of relinquishing control, but when it came to Emma Swan, she was starting to find out that giving in had its benefits. - Established Swan Queen - One Shot. Rated M for language and content.

the collar - It will carry strong mature themes as well as a Mistress/Slave relationship but it is also a lot more than that. However, as a warning this story will celebrate the shades of grey of our favourite couple as they find their way to each other and will deal with darker elements of their characters. Emma’s history differs a little from canon but will be covered by the story but there is no Henry and she is an adult in this fiction.

a little taste  - author of A Fine Line and Letters from War. 

Emma has been desperate to know what it’s like to kiss the smirk off of Regina Mills, but when she finally gets the chance, it doesn’t seem to be enough.

tempest - A storm ushers in an expected opportunity for Regina to finally rid herself of Emma Swan. She will posses the sheriff’s heart and then crush it. But what happens when nothing goes as planned? Rated M for language and Swan Queen sexytimes.

come on be nice - Regina has decided that the quickest way to get rid of Emma Swan is to scare off the commitment phobic woman with a come-on. This, as with many of Regina’s plans, does not go as, well, planned. Rated M for Swan Queen sex.

black lace - Emma and Henry find a way around the 'no visiting’ rule involving binoculars and the walkie talkie. Emma’s attention is fully on her son, she truly doesn’t intend to watch Regina at all. At least until the mayor begins undressing in front of her window..

dirty words - Regina is plagued by thoughts of a certain blonde. Deciding she is in need of cathartic release, she writes a quick narrative in hopes of cleansing her system. However, by a happy accident, the story falls into the wrong hands. What will Emma do with this new and intriguing insight into the mayor’s mind?

damn you, miss swan  Emma visits the mayor one night with a bottle of wine to cheer her up. Anger issues and smeared lippy ensues. WARNING: Includes a non-explicit passing reference to rape. This is my first story. A/N Jan 2015: Way back when I wrote this, no one knew anyone’s back stories, so I just made up stuff. Don’t be upset for canon divergence if you read it now. It wasn’t canon then.

mirror tricks The Evil Queen has made her way to Storybrooke, but she only seems to be interested in one thing: Emma. When Regina realises this, her jealousy starts to get the better of her.

my enemy’s enemy After her mother’s death, Regina finds a terrible surprise hidden among the witch’s belongings. Unfortunately, the only one able to cure her from the ailment is Emma…if she agrees. Strong language and mature themes. First stab at SwanQueen :)

ANGST

to remember her happy ending - “She doesn’t even remember her family! How am I going to explain this to her when she hates me!” She was falling apart now. The way the women in the other room had just looked at her, with such disdain. That wasn’t her wife. That was the Mayor, the Evil Queen maybe…but not her wife.

for endings are where we begin Regina Mills is your average working mom - she spends long hours at her bakery, loves her son Henry with all that she is, and can touch dead things and bring them back to life.Emma Swan is an orphan, an ex-convict, and a bail bondsperson residing in Massachusetts. She is also currently dead.This is the story of how they meet.

the loudest silence - New to Chicago Emma, a professional cellist, is shocked to find that a beautiful deaf woman is her new president of the board. As their friendship grows Emma begins to wonder, what does it look like when a world of sound and a world of silence meet somewhere in the middle? SwanQueen AU

broken 16 year Emma Swan is a preachers daughter on a tight leash, what happens when Regina Mills returns to town, dark, mysterious and dangerous? Will her father’s expectations take over or will Emma follow her heart? Is Regina legit or is Emma cute little pawn? Will Emma be able to love Regina for who she is or will her dark past ruin it ALL! SwanQueen G!P Some BDSM

bring her home Cora’s dead. Henry lives with the Charmings. Regina continues spiraling through grief and loss and hatred. Then Emma suddenly falls unconscious and Henry shows up at Regina’s door because he needs her help to bring Emma back. Reluctantly, Regina embarks on a wild swan chase through Emma’s mind, a whirlwind of ‘roads‐less‐traveled’ and ‘what‐ifs’ and ‘might‐have‐beens’, in order to bring her home.

if the blazer fits Emma decides to dress up like Regina for a Halloween party at The Rabbit Hole, a seemingly innocent decision that surprisingly leads to a relationship. The romance is openly feared by some and secretly despised by an unlikely source, who plots to end it.

a fine line Upon Regina’s banishment, the small town of Storybrooke becomes protected once again by an enchantment that prevents anyone from leaving or entering Storybrooke. Emma and Regina find themselves on the edge of the town, wishing for a way to the other side.

a pale imitation Regina is furious with Emma after she brings back Marian, but since she can’t take it out on her, Regina creates a mindless clone of Emma to hit instead. The clone doesn’t stay mindless for long though, developing an obsession with Regina. Written for summer 2014 Swan Queen Big Bang. (TW for sexual assault/rape and graphic depictions of violence)

FLUFF

one fine mess - Regina’s gut twisted with an agonizing pull and, for just a moment, she thought she might need to take up the same position as the woman crouched before her. “You’re pregnant?” she whispered grimly. Emma’s only response was to turn and retch into the toilet again. — Swan Queen, magic!pregnancy

coffee at midnight - (so good) Slow burn AU that starts with two women from different parts of the USA meeting on Twitter. Emma is an insomniac loner who is a Personal Trainer. Regina is a writer with a sleepless baby. Their lack of sleep and love for coffee soon brings them together and after that they find it hard to part. This is a fic where coffee is taking to mythical levels, despite it’s bad effect on people with insomnia and people with babies - showing that sometimes what you need and want isn’t always the thing that is wholesome and harmless. But also that denying yourself it will only lead to misery, something which Regina has to apply to other parts of her life.

all the single ladies With the library in desperate need of renovation, Storybrooke prepares for a fundraising dinner and bachelorette auction. What mischief and romance can be found as a result? SwanQueen with some RedBeauty Rating has been raised to M - now including adult content.


TEACHER+STUDENT / EMPLOYEE+BOSS

teacher’s pet - see above (classics)

take me home tonight - see above (classics)

step into my office, baby  - This is what you get for doing the nice thing, Emma thinks. You do that whole Pay It Forward bullshit - you buy a lady some coffee and you pretend like it isn’t totally motivated by how she looks in a pencil skirt - and she goes and insults your business card and turns out to be your company’s new Executive Director. Real fucking cute.From now on, she is drinking tea.or, the one where they’re in an office.

teaching miss mills  - Swan Queen Teacher AU: Emma is a gym teacher, who moves to Storybrooke Academy after becoming disenchanted with her job back in Boston. Regina Mills is the Head of English who Emma somehow seems to keep having run-ins with, despite the best of intentions. Along the way, Emma adjusts to small-town life, gets her teaching mojo back and grows closer to Regina. NOW COMPLETE

troubled teachers - COMPLETE! SwanQueen AU. Geography teacher Emma Swan starts a new life far from her troubled past and meets history teacher Regina Mills. But all is not as it seems when it comes to the composed, intelligent, and beautiful brunette. Family struggles and difficult relationships lead to a friendship and soon something more blossoms. Rated M for Ch 7, 18, 22, 24, 28, 29, 31, 35 and 38

not a virgin anymore When college student Emma Swan wakes up one morning with no memory of what happened the night before she’s very surprised she finds herself in professor Mills’s bed. 

is that so, miss swan? - College student, Emma Swan, is confronted by her favorite professor and secret heart-throb, Dr. Regina Mills. What happens when Emma is forced to reveal her secrets? We shall see. AU. Slightly OOC at times. No magic. SwanQueen. Rated M for serious language and eventual sexy times between our two favorite ladies.

butterfly effect - in her final year of college, Emma finds she has more to account for than the extra credits she needs in order to graduate. Only… she doesn’t expect it to come in the form of her newest instructor, Professor Regina Mills. Complete. AU Swan Queen

a sophisticated seduction Emma’s a college student, working as an intern at the Dazzle Magazine for a powerful woman she has never had the good fortune of meeting. But everything in her life is about to change when they finally meet. Especially when one falls so deeply in love with the other and the insecurities from a broken marriage comes to light. (Not Based on The Devil Wears Prada)

some other faves

down east decisions - Massachusetts State Police Capt. Emma Swan leaves her red-hot career to become the police chief of sleepy Storybrooke, Maine. She’s hoping for a less-complicated, less-dangerous life, a desire that is dashed on both counts. AU. No magic. Crime drama and romance. Swan Queen is endgame.

that drunken night - Emma’s wasted and accidentally calls Regina instead of her mom. And Regina isn’t as loathe to talk to the blonde as she usually pretends. Did things change between them so radically while they were in Neverland? (No copyright infringement intended.)

chasing henry - SQ. Tired of the tricks and lies of both of his mothers, Henry follows the dwarves, Red and Granny when they use Tiny’s magic beans to return themselves to their old land. Emma and Regina both chase after him, and they reluctantly travel together through the Enchanted Forest in order to find him and bring him back home safely.

so does this make us both the other woman? - Set after 3b in a peaceful Storybrooke where Regina is with Robin and Emma’s fallen into a relationship with Hook. Shame about all that subtext that’s rapidly threatening to become text.

@klanceweek Day 5: Partners in Crime

Content Warning: Violence

“Have I told you,” Lance says, tone conversational and pleasant as if talking about the weather, “that you look very nice today?”  He shoots a projection in the head and continues.  “I mean, you look very nice every day, but I wanted to comment anyways.”

“Noted.”  Keith drags Lance with him towards a wall they can use as cover, cursing viciously as they narrowly avoid bullets.  “I appreciate it.”

By the time they stop running, Lance is already holding a sniper rifle; it’s almost unfair how quickly the man can create objects in dreams.  “Did you do something with your hair?”  He looks down the scope and pulls the trigger.  Something explodes in the distance.  There’s a lot of screaming. “I bet it’s the hair.”

It is the hair, but Keith will be damned before he admits it.  “Nope.”  A projection is trying to sneak towards them from behind.  Keith throws a knife at them.  “Guess again, Casanova.”

Lance scoffs.  “Liar.  It’s the hair.”

“Uh, no it’s not?”

“You’re lying,” Lance says, singsong voice completely incongruous with the violent chaos surrounding them.  “Your face is doing the thing you do when you’re lying.”

There are perks to being good friends with a Forger, but this is not one of them.  Keith splutters. “You’re not even looking at me!”

“I don’t have to.  I know you too well.”  Lance shoves his rifle towards Keith, raising his eyebrows expectantly.  “Hold my flower.”

Keith sighs, but replies with, “Kick their ass, baby.  I got yo flower.”  It’s worth it when Lance offers him a sunny smile before throwing a grenade at the angry mob approaching them.  

You sure know how to pick them, an imaginary Shiro says with fond exasperation.

I really do, Keith thinks.

Quick drawing and fic-thing from my Inception AU.  Probably won’t be part of the main fic I’m working on, but it was fun to write anyways haha.  Used a reference for the drawing because I am Bad at Poses.

yandere!BTS reaction when they get jealous

(requested by anon: pleeaase do bts yandere!au imagine where they get possessive/ jealous 💜💜💜)

warnings: swearing, violence, angst*ish*

little note: yandere a person either in anime or real life who would harm or kill others for looking/interacting with their crush as well as make their crush happy whatever it costs

As a guy, whom you knew from school, approached you, you felt a burning gaze coming from behind you and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You quickly finished the convo and came up to your boyfriend


♡ Yoongi ♡

„Yoon-“ „What the fuck did he want? Flirt with you? Take you away from me?!“ he yelled. „Yoongi ple-” he cut you off midd-sentence again. „Don’t fucking tell me you didn’t notice his intentions?!“ he yelled and hit the air with his hand in anger. You put your hands around his neck and snuggled into his neck, calming him down instantly. He hugged you back tightly. „What’s mine is mine“


♡ Namjoon ♡

„Namjoon please don-“ he cut you off immediately. „What the fuck did he want? Ask you out maybe?“ he said sarcastically and you knew he was barely holding it together. You wanted to say something but just as you were about to, he started throwing papers off a table in anger and yelling. Once he was done with throwing his fit he came up to you furiously and pulled you close. „No one gets to talk to you or look at you. You are mine“


♡ Jin ♡

His glare was so dark from anger it could kill someone, literally. „Why the fuck did you talk to that guy? Is he more handsome and interesting than me?“ his insecurities showed every time he was angry just like now. „Oppa..“ you cooed and moved closer, closing the gap between you two. At first he didn’t wanna look at you but he calmed down as soon as you touched his chest, moving up to his shoulders. „Don’t talk to other guys. Or I might just kill someone“


♡ Jimin ♡

As you approached him, he was looking at you with a deadly glare. „Oppa don-” but it was too late. He turned the table over in anger and he wanted to flip the chairs over too but you managed to stop him. You moved his head towards you and left your hands on his chest, calming his heavy breathing. „It’s okay oppa. I’m here. I’ll always be here“ you cooed as you softly rubbed his upper arm while leaning against his chest, calming him down instantly.


♡ Hoseok ♡

He watched you with a mixture of disbelief and anger. „Oppa it’s not what you th-“ „Then what the fuck is it? Enlighten me please“ he was way too angry and it made you scared. You backed away a bit, your posture changing. Hoseok didn’t miss to notice it. „No please.. Jagi I’m sorry.. I’d kill myself if I ever hurt you“ he reached his hands out with a sad face, looking down to the floor. You came up to him, hugging him tightly.


♡ Taehyung ♡

He breathed heavily and stared at you as you approached him. „Tae it’s not like tha-” „I’m not even ‘oppa’ anymore?!“ his anger surfaced. „No, no, no you’ll always be my oppa, I’m sorry..“ you came up to him placing your hands on his jawline where it meets his ears, playing with the edges of his hair. He calmed down immediately and closed his eyes. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, caressing your hands.


♡ Jungkook ♡

He didn’t wanna face you because he knew he was pissed off. He went to the nearby wall and leaned against it, trying to calm his breathing. You came up to him and he looked up, giving you a cold yet vulnerable stare. You slowly got closer and put one of your hands on his back, rubbing it. You slid the other hand to the other side of his face and made him look at you. He pushed you against the wall as he hugged you really tight, snuggling his head into your neck whispering small „Only mine“s.


xx hope anon is satisfied; sorry for being an inactive trash im back xx

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[ EVENT | Prompted Solo ]

“Sometimes the biggest crimes are the ones we commit in the name of a threat perceived to be real, while ignoring the pains of the ones who are actually hurt.”

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Ficlet: Commander of Despair

Whew, since people (including myself) seemed to really like sadboi Silvarius, here’s some more fic about him! Here’s what he’s up to centuries later… more horror, gruesome bits, and otherwise ahead, but also undead family antics. Like most of my good fic ideas these days, inspired by a RP with @saxspielercaderface and by the Greg discord! But again, warning you, scary bits ahead.

Sequel to  this fic; without this one what’s happening here won’t make much sense.

soli deo gloria


He didn’t know if he welcomed the change of pace the war in the Heart of Gielinor afforded him, or if it was simply another reminder of the fate he couldn’t escape from. At least I don’t have to fight against followers of Saradomin, he mused to himself.

He scanned the battlefield. The checkpoints seemed to change hands in a paradoxically predictable and chaotic manner. But his duty now was not to capture them, at least not primarily. The shrill voice that gave him his orders echoed through his mind, and he internally cringed.

Disrupt them and keep the factions scrambling, my blood. Ahehehehehehehehehe.

“There is a pillar in the northwest that Zamorak has a hold on, mostly with bloodveld and some of the Kinshra knights. Mages, you will be most crucial in this.” He gestured as another batch of undead reinforcements barreled down the rampart.

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Hunted | Yoongi

Originally posted by yukidinme

Genre: Angst (sorta?) | Slight fluff (?) | Action | Mafia/Gang!AU

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. Got7)

Warnings: Violence, shooting, mentions of dead bodies, cursing/swearing, etc.

 Word count: 2251

Request: Hello! I would like to request a scenario! Instead of writing blah, blah, blah I will make it easy to read: 1. Yoongi (with Agust D personality - you know, a bad, sassy, rude boy) 2. A mix of genres, whatever you feel inspired for but please - not 100% fluffy. 3. Triggers are alright, they make the plot even more interesting! If that’s okay with YOU ofc. 4. The AU totally depends on you! I thought about something like poor producer AU, drug dealer but I’m up to anything! 5. THANKS

 A/N: I’m finally back after the hiatus! Please leave me feedback as always, I hope this came out okay? I’m not sure, but feedback is much appreciated! 


“Yoongi…”

Your arms slung loosely around his slender shoulders, your lips gently pressed to his neck as you chuckled softly with a mischievous tone, and Yoongi couldn’t help his mouth from curling up ever so slightly, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

“Aish, Y/N, stop making me so soft,” he complained half heartedly, swatting your hands away as he leaned forward on his desk, his fingers intertwining, clasping his palms together on the hard surface. His phone buzzed repeatedly against the desk, and he sighed, hooking his finger onto the object and flinging it closer to him.

“What, is our big bad gang leader going all soft and gooey for me, hm?” You teased him, wanting to see how long you could keep this up, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips with the knowledge that only you could make him this soft.

Yoongi wasn’t the soft type. His own gang members held a certain fearful respect for him, their heads ducking in a nervous nod under his piercing, cold gaze whenever he strode past any of them, his pistol always swinging around his finger threateningly. They had all witnessed his incredibly short temper, how he would easily flip the trigger on anyone who insisted on pushing his buttons too far. His wrath was particularly evident when a rival gang made a puny, futile attempt to threaten him, or back out on a deal, it was safe to say they’d be seeing nothing but darkness from that moment onwards, their bodies lay limp and decorated with wounds. His work was known clearly from his signature mark, three shots; a shot in the head, in the mouth, and straight in the heart, the chilling preciseness of the wounds instilling fear in anyone who saw the cold, emotionless, steel look clouding over his eyes, as he’d cock his head to the side with a small smirk, observing his work.

For someone who seemed so emotionless and sociopathic, his stone heart held a lot of love for you, no matter how much he tried to hide it in front of others. You were strong, skilled, a valuable asset to the gang as well as his beloved, the one person who could soften his stone hard heart, who could melt away the cold glint in his eyes, replacing it with a warmth barely seen by anyone. He couldn’t help but let his mouth curl up onto a smile every time he watched you walk past confidently, hair bouncing effortlessly, your eyes always sparkling with an inquisitive, curious look. You could be just as ruthless as him when needed, the sparkle in your eyes glazing over and becoming steely, much like Yoongi. There was a reason why no-one had attempted to use you as a threat towards him; not only would you have found a way to murder them where they stood, Yoongi’s full wrath would truly be enticed out of him, leaving no-one standing, their bodies hanging as an example for anyone who tried such a stunt again.

That day, you left Yoongi reclined in his office to make some phone calls, waving at Jungkook and Jimin as you walked past, two of Yoongi’s most skilled hitmen. You confidently strode through the halls, spinning your favourite dagger in your hands, and eventually slipping out through the front doors of the huge manor house, making your way towards the safe house in the back. Peering around the place, you suddenly felt a prickling feeling on the nape of your neck. Something wasn’t right. You stopped in your tracks, cocking your head to the side as you analysed your surroundings, your posture defensive, dagger gripped tightly in your hand.

“If there’s someone there, you might as well come out now, does it look like I have all fucking day to play with you? Whoever ‘you’ is?” You spoke out, tapping your foot impatiently as you continued to observe your surroundings, listening intently for any noise.

“Well, I guess you caught me out, huh?” Jackson, a member of a growing rival gang, stepped out from behind you, chuckling darkly with a raspy tone. “I always knew I could never sneak up on you, too quick for me.” He tapped his nose with a wry smile, his eyes inquisitive as he looked you up and down, tutting at the glare in your eyes. He spun guns in both hands, tilting his head at you in a deceiving puppy-like way.

“What the fuck do you want? Get it over and done with, you piece of shit,” you spat at him, clearly aggravated by this trespass onto Yoongi’s premises. “It’s either, you get out now, or this knife is going straight in your heart, you’re testing my patience right now.”

Jackson simply chuckled at your words, one eyebrow raising in a perfect arch. “Too bad, wouldn’t want to hurt Yoongi’s girl, hm?”

You were so preoccupied with glaring Jackson down, you didn’t notice Jaebum soundlessly and stealthily approaching behind you, until you felt a strong hand clamping over your mouth, his other arm wrapping around your waist in an attempt to restrain you. You felt a fire quickly burning up in your chest, and you skillfully spun the dagger in your hand, stabbing back into Jaebum’s side, causing him to double over and release his grasp on you. You threw the dagger like a dart right at Jackson, aiming for his heart without second thought, but he was quick to dart out of the way, just about, his gaze now furious as he clenched his sharp jaw.

You were about to sprint back to the manor house, if another of their members hadn’t pressed a cloth to your mouth, the dizzying scent leaving your eyes fluttering shut, your body weakening and dropping like a stone onto the hard ground, your limbs crumpling uselessly as you lay in an awkward position, passed out.

Jackson gestured towards your unconscious body, the other men quick to scoop you up, carrying you away from the scene before someone caught on what was happening.

“Little shit,” Jaebum cursed, pressing his hand to the wound, and wincing at the murky, sticky red liquid dripping from his fingers. “She knows how to use that knife, why is it always me who has to restrain them, while you just stand there having the fucking time of your life watching?” He glared at Jackson, quick to follow the other men sneaking off.

“Stop complaining, just get Youngjae to patch you up when we get back.” Jackson rolled his eyes in retaliation, strolling off in the same direction, but not before peering back at the manor house with a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s just see how long it takes lover boy over here to realise we have his girl.”

➳ ➳

“What?!”

Yoongi’s hands shook violently, his eyes obsidian with how much they had darkened, flames seemingly flickering and licking up in his gaze, his stare piercing right into Namjoon’s soul as he stood there, shifting from side to side.

Namjoon sighed, pushing his plum coloured hair back with his slender fingers, his own gaze finally returning to rest back on Yoongi’s smouldering gaze, watching him clench and unclench his jaw in complete fury.

“Say that again… I dare you,” Yoongi threatened, his voice laced with a terrifying tone that was only ever heard in moments like this, when those he loved were threatened. When you were threatened. He swore he was going to kill those sons of -

“I said, Y/N is missing, she’s nowhere to be found, not answering any calls or texts, and we found this in front of the safe house…” Namjoon slid the small white card across the table, Yoongi slowly picking it up and spinning it in his hands, crushing it in his fist in realisation.

It was a simple white card, a single black hexagon in the centre, circling the number ‘7’. Yoongi’s fist shook harder, as he grasped the crumpled card in his hands, wishing death on all those who had just crossed him.

“Those fucking… they’re going to fucking pay, believe me,” Yoongi spoke coldly again, his gaze fixated on the desk, cogs whirring in his head as he contemplated how to get you back safely, into his arms, into the manor house where he’d make sure no-one could ever dare to hurt you again.

“Taehyung managed to track the bug he planted in her vest, he thinks he has her location… of course, it’s not going to be easy to get her back, they probably have the place highly secured, security guards watching any possible entrance to the place…” Namjoon assessed all the possible layouts of your whereabouts, only to be interrupted out of his thoughts by the sound of a fist slamming into the table.

“Whatever it takes,” Yoongi breathed heavily in anger, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration, slowly rising from his seat. “We save her, and teach those motherfuckers a lesson, got it?”

Namjoon simply nodded, pulling out his phone. “I’ll inform the others, gather a team, we won’t let them get away with it.” He smiled warmly in reassurance, dimples indented into his face as he left the room, leaving Yoongi tossing a book at the wall with a frustrated sigh.

➳ ➳

“You fucking shitheads.”

You breathed heavily, your chest quickly rising and falling as you sat restrained in a rusty chair, the room dark apart from a dim light in the centre, shadows seemingly crawling across the walls as several pairs of eyes fixated on you. You hadn’t stopped cursing them out since they - with great difficulty - tied you to that chair, your eyes shooting daggers at them since then.

“Hyung, she’s so annoying, can we just let her go?” Bambam complained, earning a hit on the back of the head from Jaebum, much to his protests.

“Are you stupid? She’s our key to finally overtaking Yoongi’s gang, and taking all their shit,” Jackson leaned forward, a rather cheerful smile on his face considering the fact he was holding you hostage.

“You really think that’s going to happen?” You leaned forward in your seat, scoffing at the thought. Your mind had been racing with plans to get out of there, weighing your chances of escaping, and analysing the situation as you had been trained to do. While you kept them distracted with small talk, your hand was reaching as best as it could to pull out the spare dagger you always carried in your back pocket, smirking at their carelessness. Your hands were tied behind your back, allowing your body to shield what you were attempting to do, your hand finally clasping onto the cold blade. You began to hack at the duct tape keeping your hands together, the rest of your body remaining convincingly still, as you continued to talk at them.

“You think you can take over Yoongi’s gang that easily? You lot really are clueless as hell, huh?” You shook your head at them, your hands now free and working at the rope tied around you. You would’ve managed to free yourself, had the door not burst open, Yoongi standing there, leaning on the frame, one eyebrow cocked in curiosity. He was accompanied by his main men, along with some others, and you peered behind him at the carnage of bodies scattered in the hallway.

“So,” Yoongi nonchalantly swung his gun around his finger, his eyebrow still raised at their surprised faces. “You thought you could just kidnap my girlfriend and think I wouldn’t find her? Fucking idiots.” He yawned casually, stretching his arms out and pointing his gun right at Jackson. “Okay, I’m bored with you all.”

The first shot rang through the air, grazing Jackson’s arm as he dodged out of the way, and chaos soon ensued as Yoongi’s men and Jackson’s men began to shoot violently at each other, knives flying through the air, and bullets speeding. You managed to free yourself in all the mess, jumping up and kicking Jackson right in the crotch with your boots, causing him to collapse in pain.

Shots continued to fire through the air, Jaebum pressing his hand to a wound for the second time that day, except this time it was located right above his heart, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body collapsed, lying limp on the floor. Jackson cursed at the sight, clutching his own wounded arm as he tried to fire everyone down, and yet he stood almost alone, all his members either dead or too injured to fight.

“Give it up,” Yoongi pointed the gun at his head once again, tilting his head and cocking his eyebrow at him. “You won’t last a fucking day without the rest of your gang.” You helped up some of your own injured members during the exchange, helping to usher them out and glancing back at Yoongi.

Jackson glared at him, coughing up blood and groaning in pain as he clutched his arm, stumbling from the pain. He glanced around at the carnage around him, sighing as he realised he’d have to admit defeat.

“Let this be a warning to you, you fucking touch any of my gang again, and I’ll make sure you’re not standing either.” And with that, Yoongi walked out with you in tow, ducking expectantly as Jackson attempted to fire at his head, Yoongi spinning around and shooting his other arm too.

“You never learn, huh?”

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A/N: Part II of this Imagine. I also put a request from @dreamwalker08 in there. It just worked together perfectly. Enjoy!

Words: 1958
Warnings: violence, smut (on the battlefield)

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A History of Violence

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader - A/B/O

(part one of two)

Summary: You and Sam are a bonded pair with four children. You’re both interrogated by the police who are convinced that Sam and Dean are running a criminal enterprise.

This falls into the same AU as The Brown Bottle, Moonlight and The Derby

Warnings: Language, violence, murder, dom/sub overtones. mentions of: knotting, breeding, claiming, giving birth

Words: 3800+

Beta: The always wonderful @saxxxology

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The Raid

It’s just after one in the afternoon and you’re cutting the crust from a peanut butter sandwich. “Liam, you want jelly on yours?”

You son looks up from up his sea of building blocks with a grimace on his face. “No!”

“Alright, no jelly,” you confirm. His cheeks are pink, hair stuck to his forehead. The air conditioning broke two days ago and Sam promised to have one of his guys come by to look at it by tonight. “You look hot buddy, why don’t you come in here.”

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Description:

This guy is possibly one of the most disturbing Disney Villains of all time…and he’s just the henchman!   He is one of the antagonists of The Black Hole, a rather unsuccessful Disney Science Fiction Film.

As you can see in the above clip, Maximilian brutally murders a character on screen. Like, this is horror movie level violence. And then the guy who was supposed to be his boss tells the woman to protect him from Maximilian. The guy Maximilian is working for, is afraid of him. Holy crap, people.

In Wasteland:

GOOD LORD, if the residents of Wasteland know what’s good for them, they will scrap this guy for Beetleworx parts!

If they fail to do that….well….boss battle? Mad Doctor’s former right-hand man? Leading an animatronic army that wants to take over Wasteland? Oh gosh, take him apart, Gremlins! Take him apart!