a promise to raise the dead

Kiss the Girl

Summary: Literally based on The Little Mermaid’s “Kiss the Girl,” Bucky develops a crush on you after seeing you in various of Tony’s soirees, but is too shy to go up to you. 

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up. Hope you all enjoy. This is fluffy af.

Originally posted by adoroituoigrovigli

“It’ll be fun!” Tony had said. And honestly, Bucky felt like punching him, just breaking his nose, or bruising him enough in such a way that he would never suggest this to Bucky again.

How could a room full of drunk, screaming people could be fun? Bucky grimaced, as yet another girl sidled up to him and batted her eyelashes at him. He shook his head and gave her a polite smile.

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Ok so we’re all grieving right now, I know. I think I’ve already gone through the first 3 stages of the grieving process. But listen:


what do we know:

- Jack is not a baby. He grows similar to the way Amara grew when she was “born”

- He is nephilim, meaning he’s part human. He has humanity in him, so he can’t be all bad like his dad. Besides, Lucifer is an angel. He was not born bad. So, maybe it will all be in the way Jack is raised. We don’t know.

- We know Jack had powers even when he was in the womb, so he probably already knows about his mom, castiel and his promise (fatherhood), etc.





Destiel is not dead yet

{PART 24} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Despite everything that has gone wrong for you; you feel like life might start to have a better outlook as Jungkook takes all measures to keep you safe. However, a storm is coming; one that grips and pulls at the strongest winter coat…before you find yourself making the biggest mistake of your life to date.

“The lull, or the calm before the storm took it’s place in the atmosphere, in both of their hearts and their minds. ‘Tread carefully’ he warned her, but she slipped from his grasp the moment he blinked”

Not rated M, but be warned there are some scenes of a suggestive sexual nature.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 23} {Part 24} {Part 25}

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  • ‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘
  • ‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘
  • ‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘
  • ‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘
  • ‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘
  • ‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘
  • ‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘
  • ‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘
  • ‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘
  • ‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘
  • ‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘
  • ‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘
  • ‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘
  • ‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘
  • ‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘
  • ‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘
  • ‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘
  • ‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘
  • ‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘
  • ‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘
  • ‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘
  • ‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘
  • ‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘
  • ‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘
  • ‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘
  • ‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘
  • ‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘
  • ‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘
  • ‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘
  • ‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘
  • ‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘
  • ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘
  • ‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘
  • ‘  you promised me.  ‘
  • ‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘
  • ‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘
  • ‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘
  • ‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘
  • ‘  better watch it.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘
  • ‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘
  • ‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘
  • ‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘
  • ‘  you look good.  ‘
  • ‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘
  • ‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘
  • ‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘
  • ‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘
  • ‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘
  • ‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘
  • ‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘
  • ‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘
  • ‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘
  • ‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘
  • ‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘
  • ‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘
  • ‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘
  • ‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘
  • ‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘
  • ‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘
  • ‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘
  • ‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘
  • ‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘
  • ‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘
  • ‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘
  • ‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘
  • ‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘
  • ‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘
  • ‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘
Kiss My Ass - Stiles Stilinski/Mitch Rapp AU [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Rapp/Reader, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar and some guy called Remington.

Word Count: 22, 488 and I’m not even sorry about it.

Notes: Well, here it is! The highly anticipated ‘Kiss My Ass’ fic to honour reaching 2000 followers alongside the competition, so I really hope you guys enjoy this because I worked on it for MONTHS. I need to thank some girls, because this would not have been done without them. Thank you to my wonderful babes @dumbass-stilinski and @rememberstilinski and @sincerelystiles and the @thelittlestkitsune and @stilinski–jpeg because without them this would not be complete, I owe them big time. Especially Steff, who proofread this entire fucking thing. Shout-out to her for not flying to England and stabbing my enough times to match the word count. So warnings, hmmm.. we have cheating, bleeding, injury, kidnapping, hostages, and major character death. on the side I know you’re all here for we’ve got oral (both receiving), many different positions, over-stimulation, squirting, first-times, masturbation, public sex, and teasing.

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We raise a great army. An army bigger than ever before. We call in favors. We do deals with Kings and Earls that we hate. Whatever we have to promise them, we promise. And in the end, we assemble an army twice the size of the army our father took to Paris. And we declare war on England.

No. In the name of our dead father, in the name of Ragnar Lothbrok, the greatest hero of our country, and in the name of Odin, we declare war on the whole world.

Take My Hand

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Past Abuse (only mentioned no graphic detail)

A/N: So I wasn’t sure if you wanted smut or fluff but given the past abuse, I opted to make it fluff. It is kind of long. Hope you enjoy it!

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types of new zealand children

  • you were born on the west coast. black sand and thrashing waters, the kind of dangerous parents warn their children about. you could swim before you could walk, and you can feel the ocean in your bones, a soft ache that will never go away
  • you were born in canterbury. winter is nothing more than a warm embrace to you. your body convulses and shifts endlessly like the land below you, and your whole existence feels on edge. rise and fall
  • you were born in the wetlands. you know rebirth better than any, and yet you still feel trapped. you wake early every morning, and you know just how silent the farm can be. your life is an endless cycle of this knowing and yet you can never do anything but watch
  • you were born in te hiku-o-te-ika. the old gods still live inside of the earth, and you are surrounded by them. tane mahuta stands tall and so do you. breathe in, you exist at the top of aotearoa
  • you were born in the alpine mountains of otago. land of the red earth, isolated village, you are difficult to get to and difficult to understand. you are calmest when the wind is thin and the snow cold. poor child, you will never be able to comprehend your vastness
  • you were born in the cities. there is a disconnect in your identity, and no matter how many times you shift around, you will never feel at home until the hum of traffic has settled under your skin
  • you were born in the king country. war torn kid with too much blood on your knees, in your mouth, on your arms. there’s a rage inside of you that will never go away, but nor will the strength that comes from the bones of the kings in the soil below you
  • you were born in marlborough. the dry season has lasted several years, and you just want to know when everything will feel okay again. soon, i promise you
  • you were born on the volcanic plateau. you will never know where you belong, but that’s okay. nowhere will be able to contain you but the open vastness of the desert road. you are all too much, from lake taupo to mount ruapehu, you are unknowable
  • you were born in the bay of plenty. you have never known hunger, but you know suffering. you are the softest of children, raised on summer warmth and placid rivers that you know better than the back of your hand
  • you were born in heretaunga. you survived a place that wanted you dead. through the floods, the earthquakes, and the droughts, you still stand. you are so much stronger than you know
Fic Rec List

So I see a ton of fic recs and had always hoped that my fics would be good enough to rec, but I have noticed that any story written within the past 3 years, gets next to no attention whatsoever, unless there are a shit ton of reviews and favs. And even then, I see fic rec lists on Tumblr or Yahoo or Reddit, and rarely do I see my fics, or fics from people I know, on those lists. Even though we’ve reached the usual review/fav amount required.

It’s always the same ones. The ones we have all read before, from the writers we all know very well. And nothing ever changes. It’s like the fandom is too scared to branch into the newer works, so they just stick to the old ones because it’s what they know.

So here is a list of more recent/unknown stories, that deserve as much attention, for Tomarry/Harrymort, Johnlock, and Hannigram.


Riddle and The Ancient Contract by HERMIT532- What if it wasn’t anything the current Potters had done that saved little Harriett Potter as an infant? What if the child prodigy Thomas Riddle had tweaked the horcrux spell before creating them? And what happens when they discover that nothing is exactly what it seems? FemHarry, DumbledoreBashing EXPLICIT SEX/ MENTION OF RAPE. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.

Heirs to the Dark by Dark Disaster- How did Voldemort and Harry Potter end up in a romantic relationship? A potions accident might hold the answers.

A Beast’s Virtue by Arliene- Schooled at Durmstrang, forced into political upheaval, pursued by dark and light wizards alike, Harry Potter becomes a leader and icon for his entire generation, thus turning the Dark Lord’s attention to him. HP/LV. Politician Harry

Boredom and Secrets by XxXxDarkVampirexXxX- A very bored Harry Potter starts writing to the Dark Lord over the summer after his fifth year at Hogwarts. An equally bored Voldemort decides to write back. And thus, a summer of secrets is born, and the enemy named boredom is fended off.

Marvolo’s Ring by ImperialPepper- Vernon Dursley changes the course of wizarding history, when he gives his wife Petunia a ring for her birthday.

Embracing His True Self by DebsTheSlytherinSnapeFan- Tom Riddle/Harry Potter Slash. What if Harry didn’t want to fight Voldemort? What if he was fed up with the light side judging him constantly and wants to be his true self? The Slytherin side that he had squashed in a bid to fit in and be accepted? Realizing he never would…what of the prophecy? Could they overcome it? Will Voldemort even give him a chance?

Your Name on My Heart by whitedandelions- Bearing the Dark Lord’s soul mark on his chest certainly isn’t easy when his family is firmly on the Light Side. HPLV SLASH. Set in the Past.

The Wand Chooses by Dreamereye- Voldemort, obsessed with defeating Dumbledore, conscripts Gregorovitch into making the most powerful wand. Little does he know that the famous wandmaker is retired. Or that the man’s son, the brains behind the operation, is really Harry Potter in hiding. Will either be able to fight rising feelings for the enemy? A/N: Slash.

Σίγμα Τρία by Watermelonsmellinfellon- Humanity has evolved and the Secondary Genders change the world! Harry Potter was not expecting these sudden changes that came with being an Omega. The Wizarding World was not expecting it either, but certainly took the revelation much better than the Muggle World did. This opened up new avenues for them to approach.

A/N: Omega-verse. Sigma-Harry/Alpha-Voldy. Goblet of Fire/AU. SLASH.

third time’s a charm by lejf- Soulmate AU: soulmates’ thoughts are written on their match’s hands. HP/TR (HP/LV) A story that follows Harry through canon events as he searches for his mysterious writer who always seems to be in pain.

Irresistible by fadingstarlight (Genveon)- Beta Tom Riddle has achieved his goal of becoming a teacher for DADA in Hogwarts. He is also the alpha Lord Voldemort, who’s struggling to gain support from the purebloods in wizarding society. Enter omega Harry Potter who may be the answer to his problems or the start of another. More tags will be added as this story progresses

Consuming Shadows by Child_OTKW- ‘His attention skipped passed the students and moved to the politicians’ pavilion. His gaze locked with crimson, and he nearly faltered under the sheer hunger in those eyes.

It unnerved him how fixated the man was on his dirtied, bloody, exhausted figure.

But what troubled him more was the slight smirk he could make out on the man’s lips. It was almost pleased.’

On the night of the attack, Lily managed to escape with her infant son, but at the cost of her husband’s life. Distraught and distrusting of her friends, she fled to France with Harry, to raise him away from the corruption in Britain and the rising influence of the Dark Lord. She trains him to the best of her abilities, shaping him into a dangerous, intelligent and powerful wizard.

But when Britain re-establishes the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry is forced to return to his once-home, he finds himself questioning whether he really wants to kill the Dark Lord. Voldemort finds an unexpected challenge in the child, and as his intrigue and amusement grows, so too does the desire to possess the spark in those defiant green eyes.

Kitty Series by phoenixmaiden13 (LadyPhoenix)- Harry has an accident and gets turned into a cat! If that wasn’t bad, he finds himself in the hands of his enemy. Follow Harry as he tries to find a way to freedom, or will he want to?

4 part Series, Parts 1-3 are finished.

The Consort Tournament by Watermelonsmellinfellon- The Dark Lord wanted a consort and had decided to host a competition that involved nearly everyone in Britain. If they thought they were good enough, they could enter to compete in a certain amount of tasks set by the Lord of the lands himself. Only the victor would have the skills necessary to become Voldemort’s consort.

Harry unfortunately nabs the Dark Lord’s attention. Voldemort does as he pleases.

A/N: SLASH/Harrymort/AU.

Burning Desire by Little.Miss.Xanda- It burned, leaving nothing but desire. It took everything he was and even so he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. A/N: Poem.

Death is But the Next Great Adventure by TheObsidianQuill- What if that night in Godric’s Hollow went differently? What if Harry did die? What if Death stepped in and made a deal with the Savior of the Wizarding World? How different would Harry’s life be after that deal?

(Or, Harry makes a deal with Death and in exchange gains something Voldemort has fought his entire life for. Immortality. And a strange friendship with Death)


Lessons on Being a Seer by ZeGhostCow- Being a female in Medieval times would have sucked. Being called and treated like one even though you are male in this time, must suck even more. Do you know what sucks more? Living in the future whilst this is happening.

Welcome to Harry’s world.

Embracing Life’s Riddles Without Asking Questions by Nemesis13- When Harry and Voldemort died at each other’s hands, Harry awoke in an alley as a ten year old girl. Perplexed at this turn of events but not overly surprised, she is taken to Wool’s Orphanage. Now known as Iris Black, she is roomed with Tom Riddle, who she decides to befriend because honestly, why not see how things unfold from the other side? It might be fun.

Riddled by Killing Curse Eyes- On a class trip to London Harriet Lily Potter found a little black book lying on the ground, and suddenly, destiny shifted. Fem!Harry Diary!Tom Eventual TMR/HP Currently in year 5.

I Will Always Come Back to You by Watermelonsmellinfellon- Tom had a friend when he was little. His friend taught him that he was special because of what he could do and that people who hated him, were beneath him. When an accident occurs, Tom’s friend promises that he’ll never truly be gone. Hadrian always comes back to Tom, in the forms of Haraldr, Harish, and finally, Harry. Magic grants wishes. A/N:Reincarnation. SLASH. TMR/Harry/LV.

The Lady of Slytherin-Dark Beginnings by Nemesis13- Lillith Potter, The-Girl-Who-Lived, appears before Severus Snape bleeding and broken at the age of six. Determined to protect his dead friend’s daughter from sharing her mother’s fate he raises her to be brutally pragmatic, viciously opportunistic, and violently protective of those she loves with the help of the Black Sisters. Dad!Snape, Mentor!Bellatrix, DarkFem!Harry, Third Year+ with slight Harmione for several chapters.

Bearstody (Bear Custody) by Clarisse (transnymphtaire)- A 3/shot of Harry working at Build A Bear and meeting Tom Riddle. Tom buys a bear which becomes his and Harry’s ‘son’, and they negotiate custody of their ‘child’.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel… Where is Your Hair? By phoenixmaiden13 (LadyPhoenix)- Tom a wandering thief looking for adventure finds Harry locked up in a tower. What better adventure could you come across?

Don’t Fuck With Florists(They’ll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow- Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.

Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artifacts, no matter how interesting those artifacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.

What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

(Romance isn’t the centerpiece.) HP:

Long Live the Queen by Offsides-(Pretty famous story but recently posted in September of 2015.)

With Harry Potter’s hearing for Underage Use of Magic looming, and Sirius Black hunted for a crime he didn’t commit and was never tried for, Harry reaches out to Her Majesty the Queen for help, with unexpected results. No ships. AU starting Ch 6-9 OotP, No HBP, No DH, No Horcruxes.

Session Transcripts by lazycrazyhorn-(Also pretty famous, but I think more people should read it.)

What happens when a brain damaged Harry and a transgender Hermione both get sorted into Slytherin? Snape’s not sure, but he thinks it’s likely to be an interesting term. This story follows various first years through the trials of their first year.

Doing Things Differently by Blufuzzybubbles- Harry has lost one too many a person to Voldemort and he wasn’t going to lose another. With the help of a mysterious benefactor, he is entering his fifth year with the hopes that “more than one innocent life can be spared”. No more irritatingly naïve Harry. No pairings for Harry, but everyone else is fair game. And bashing of course, because what’s a story without it?

An Unfound Door by joe6991- War is coming to Hogwarts, and Harry Potter, fifth-year Ravenclaw, is beset on all sides by enemies unknown, unseen, and unfound…


HP/Sherlock Crossover:

Lineage Ligno: A Family of His Own by Godiva9- It started out as a simple summer assignment; it ended up changing his life forever. After using a lineage potion for a project, fifteen year old Harry Potter finds out he is not a Potter after all, and that his father is a self-proclaimed Sociopath who committed suicide nearly three years ago. Harry wants answers so he goes to the one man who knew his Dad best, Dr. John Watson

Plain Johnlock:

the thunder underneath his ribs by darcylindbergh- Six or seven, maybe eight months later, there’s a thunderstorm in London.

Sometimes things have to fall apart before they fall together.

Useless Experimentation and Distraction by Nightshift_Works- Sherlock had been acting odd recently and conducting useless experiments. He’d refused to take cases and lays around the flat listlessly. John began to wonder just what was wrong when he came home to the oddest of circumstances: Sherlock was curled up beside his bed, clutching a pillow to his chest, sleeping. Just what was happening to Sherlock Holmes? And just what was happening to him?

The Second Room Upstairs by Laur- 5 times Sherlock needed an excuse to invade John’s room and 1 time he was invited.

So Brave, So Quiet by SomeCoolName- John Watson has always been perfectly in charge of his life, thank you very much. But an intriguing murder, seven suspects, an alcoholic sister and Sherlock’s new interest in him - will it be enough to make him realise what ‘being in charge’ really means.


The Stygian Court by campitor- The Lecter family spurned a witch long ago and so she gave them two skins to wear: one human, one beastly.

A supernatural Hannibal AU where Hannibal is a shape-shifter from a cursed family and Will begins to wonder if that antlered man is truly a figment of his fevered imagination.

How Potent is Thy Sting by extremelyperturbed- I requested it at the kinkmeme but nobody did it so I wrote a story where Hannibal behaves very much like a parasitic wasp, an insect that lays its eggs inside a host and the larva basically forces its host to eat like crazy to feed it and protect it. The chosen host is Will. Hannibal does not look like an insect, however nor will actual insects be a part of the story. A/N: Rape/Non-Con, but with a happy ending.

Instead of Bleeding, They Sing by Square_Pancake- William Graham is the new star of the Baltimore Opera Company. After fending off a serial killer interested in his empathic abilities, Will draws the attention of FBI consultant Hannibal Lecter. Hannibal appreciates the artistry of his music; eventually he wonders if the singer will appreciate the artistry of his kills.

Strangers ‘Til Now by mokuyobi- Post Mizumono, season 3 AU – Instead of being pushing him off the train, Chiyoh takes Will to Paris. There, in Hannibal’s old haunting ground, they attend a Masquerade where Will sees someone who reminds him very much of the man himself.

Consider the Hands That Write This Letter by Watermelonsmellinfellon- Hannibal had written a letter to Will and Alana decided not to have it sent. In a misguided notion of mercy, she decides that Will doesn’t need to know that Hannibal is trying to contact him and lies to Hannibal, telling him that Will has threatened to leave should Hannibal persist. She decides to just have the letters shredded.

Hannibal realizes the opportunity for what it is and chooses to continue writing to Will, pouring his heart into those words and using his Memory Palace Will to pretend that everything is right with the world. He can confess his adoration and Will would never know. Hannibal would never have to face rejection and Will wouldn’t know his feelings.

But there is a small issue. One of the orderlies doesn’t like Alana’s decision and secrets away the letters, sending them to Will Graham anyway.

Hannibal bares his soul, Will falls in love and sheds his fears, and Alana is unaware of it all.

Oh, the drama that shall unfold.

Rafraîchir by ElloPoppet- Hannibal and Will attempt to navigate life, and their relationship, after surviving the fall. Hannibal continues to groom Will into his ideal Murder Husband, only now, Will is an aware and willing participant. How will everything change once Will has embraced not only his attraction to Hannibal, but also his own violent desires?

In which Will unleashes his monster and accepts his destiny by Hannibal’s side, the boys run away to build a life together, and Jack Crawford becomes their hunter.

Let the Night Be Dark by beforethedawn and Destinyawakened- Will and Hannibal are rescued by Chiyoh, only to find out she’s been hired by Hannibal’s uncle to retrieve them. Robertas’ intentions aren’t at all well intended, as they soon come to find out. Will they overcome to find their happy ending?

Not As I Planned by TigerPrawn- Will and Hannibal are not a couple. Will’s first heat after falling from the bluff. All bases covered – Blood, check. Smashing objects, check. Will going into heat during a hunt, check.

The Door to The Abyss by War_Queen- “Will Graham, a bored demon, finds an eight year old boy with a promising future, and makes a deal with him. Years later, he becomes the ruler of hell, and remembers his contract.”


Pairing Undecided:

The Forgotten Potter by njeha- Wrong BWL. FEM Potter. James and Lily Potter has given birth to twins. On that Halloween night, they mistake the real prophecy child, leading to years of abandonment; which ends up being the biggest mistake the light side have ever made. There will be crossovers with many different worlds. Dark FEM Potter. Powerful & Genius FEM Potter. MOD Potter. Warning: Very Extreme M rated.(NSFW in any capacity!)

To Be Continued…

(If you know of a fic from the above 4 OTPs that is good but gets next to no recognition, reblog with the name of it so I can check it out.)

anonymous asked:

53 with a painfully oblivious s/o and Jesse

(Somebody got a bit carried away. I just love McCree, okay? It’s healthy…)

53: I’m flirting with you.

You watched as the sun poked it’s head out from beneath the horizon and began its steady climb upwards through the sky, marvelling at the wash of orange that the sky was now painted. Warmth glowed onto your face and you briefly closed your eyes to drink it in as a tingle shot down your spine. Any day you woke up in time to watch the sunrise was always a good day.

You washed and dressed before bounding downstairs for your breakfast in the Overwatch cafeteria. You had worked here for just over a year now, and had quickly become part of the team, your skills being a valuable asset to their missions and your friendly and upbeat nature helping you to get on with everybody.

None more than your favourite cowboy, Jesse McCree himself.

You had heard snippets of his ‘reputation’ before joining the team, but upon meeting the man, he changed your opinion of him completely. Yes, he dripped with charm and men and women dropped to his feet wherever he went but he was always a true gentleman toward you and you had become great friends in recent months.

It was for this reason that your grin increased twofold when that very cowboy graced you with his presence at breakfast, wandering up behind you and covering your eyes with a “Guess Who?”. Unfortunately for him, you could smell that cologne a mile off.

“Jesse!” You exclaimed happily, turning around and standing to jump at him and hug him tightly. He had just arrived back from a week’s mission and you’d missed his company and banter greatly. You were small and so your legs wrapped around his waist perfectly, arms hugging his shoulders tightly as you rested your face in the crook of his neck.

“Woah there!” Jesse chuckled but he responded just as wholeheartedly, catching you effortlessly and holding you up round the waist, resting his head stop yours and placing a little kiss on your forehead, secretly wondering how he managed this past week without these hugs. Unbeknownst to you, the man was besotted with you though you were so oblivious he could never act on his feelings.

It was painfully obvious to the rest of Overwatch however, there was even a bet on how long it would take you guys to get together, with many calling it as being years away. You didn’t even notice the fond shaking of heads and whispering around the cafeteria as you two hugged so excitedly.

Eventually, you hopped down from him and you sat beside each other, him making sure to bump your knee against his under the table every once in a while. It was beyond the point of trying to be subtle now. You engaged in your normal small talk, laughing more than you had all week. He was trying to flirt with you, as usual, either with random compliments or little touches but you were just completely immune to it, it seemed.

“You wanna go take a walk, darlin’?” He asked once you’d finished breakfast to which you eagerly nodded. You couldn’t really ever bring yourself to say no to Jesse and you knew why. Your little crush. You’d tried getting rid of it, as you knew he’d never feel the same with all the women he could possibly have if he wanted them. Sometimes there was a little tingle at the base of your spine when you thought he might be flirting with you but you had to remind yourself that he was just a naturally very affectionate person. Oh how wrong you were.

You arrived at the roof of the Overwatch building together, somehow from the cafeteria to here you were now holding hands, fingers intertwined and arms swinging merrily.

“This is one of my favourite secluded spots to come to and just think.” Jesse said, almost to himself as he walked you over to the edge. You smiled and glanced sideways at him.

“Are we even supposed to be up here?” You asked and he shot you a lopsided smile.


You threw your head back and laughed loudly, McCree finding himself mirroring your mirth. You stood there for a moment in silence, just taking in the view before Jesse untwined your fingers and slung his arm over your shoulder, re-intertwining your fingers in the new, closer position. You sighed happily and rested your head on his shoulder, his head leaning against yours. Both of your hearts beat faster in the intimate position but, as usual, neither of you noticed.

Jesse moved his head so that he could look at you and smiled fondly.

“You look so beautiful in the morning sunshine, honey,” he whispered to you and you blushed slightly. But just as he thought he was getting somewhere - you slapped his arm playfully.

“Don’t tease me, cowboy,” you accused him and his smile slid off his face, replaced by a tired frown. He tried again.

“I only tease you, y'know, Y/N,” he kept his whispering tones, his breath hot against your ear but you simply snorted with laughter and stepped back from him slightly as you doubled over. He sighed deeply.

“That’s the funniest thing I think you’ve ever said, Jesse McCree,” you giggled, wiping a joyful year from the corner of your eye. And after over 6 months of constant obliviousness you had finally done it.

You had made the always unfazed Jesse McCree very, very fazed.

“Sweet lord, Y/N, I’m flirting with you! I’ve been flirting with you non stop for the past few months. But you never notice, not once! Am I that repulsive that each time I try to make a move with you, you make sure to turn it into a friendly gesture? I love our friendship Y/N, really I do, but I. Want. To. Date. You.” He was practically shouting the last line and you were utterly stunned into silence.


When you finally processed his words and found the right ones to answer him, you spoke quietly and without conviction.

“Do you want to date me, McCree?” Your voice was slightly harsh, despite it’s softness, “Or do you want to add me to your endless list of conquests?”

He reared back from you, stung. You knew you were probably being too sharp but you needed to know because the answer could be life changing.

“I guess I deserved that one,” he reasoned before taking a step towards you, “But it’s not like that with you. I’ve never pursued a someone for more than a week at most. You mean something to me and I’m not about to throw that away.”

You narrowed your eyes sceptically though you longed for nothing more than to believe him.

“Promise?” You asked, holding out a pinky and looking at him dead in eye. He raised an eyebrow at you but you didn’t bat an eyelash so he presented his pinky and linked it with yours securely.


Your eyes lit up at the sincerity in his voice and you tried to keep your voice as calm as you could as you replied:

“One date.”

Jesse’s grin was infectious as he fist pumped the air and quickly picked you up bridal style, eliciting a small yelp from you and a “Jesse!?” He carried you down the stairs, two at a time, scaring you half to death.

Finally you arrived downstairs and he crashed through the cafeteria double doors, making all eyes snap to you both and your face to turn a shade of red that was only growing darker.

“We’re going on a date!” He exclaimed loudly to the room and you face palmed at his gesture. But, to your amazement, everyone began cheering and running up to you.

“It’s about time-”
“I swear this was my guess, the money’s mine!”

“Money?” You turned to Jesse, eyebrow quirked in disdain but he just shook his head and laughed.

“Later,” he whispered, before squeezing you tighter into his body and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Let’s get a picture then!” Lena shouted and everyone agreed, getting out their phones and cameras. You sighed, still smiling fondly however. After all, you knew it was going to be a good day the moment you saw the sun waking up that morning.

Dr. Destiny #1

“Is this the place?” Dr. Destiny asked, sidestepping the roots of a tree and navigating between several shattered tombstones.

The graveyard around them was a very desolate and ancient place. The woods around them carved a path past the cemetery walls and onto the burial grounds, with lone trees growing between the gravestones, which were themselves covered in moss and upturned by burrowing roots.

“Yep, this is it.” her current patient looked at one of the gravestones, it was surprisingly whole, though very time worn.

Dr. Destiny glanced at him, he was surprisingly cheerful for somebody staring at his own grave. You could tell he’s been undead for a very long time.

Her current patient was Gerard Clemens, a former skeleton soldier in the armies of the Enchantress, he was tired of unlife and wished to return to the other side after his summoner’s defeat.

That’s where Dr. Destiny came in. She was the reverse necromancer. Her job was putting undead corpses, zombies, ghouls, vampires, golems and everything else undead back in the ground.

Usually she just performed her surgeries, as she liked to call them, in her family’s old graveyard near her office. Most patients didn’t mind. But Gerald proved very difficult to work with. He had some unfinished business.

“Just so you know, you’re not making this is easy on me, Mr. Clemens.” she explained before moving to the grave next to Gerald’s empty one. The tombstone read Darius Clemens, 1553-1604. 

“I’m sorry, doctor. I just need to tie some loose ends before I go back.” he crouched over Darius’ grave. His cracked skeletal face looked downright silly in the jeans and t-shirt she gave him. “He told me he couldn’t stand to be a day without me. That bastard outlived me 20 years. What a dickhead.” he grabbed onto the tombstone with his skeletal fingers. “He kept the name too.”

“If you don’t mind.” Dr. Destiny gestured for him to stay back. She touched her hands to the cold ground, the full moon reflected onto her black-rimmed glasses as she began to chant. Her eyes sparkled neon green and her tattoos began to glow the same color as a wave of energy coursed through her arms and into the ground.

“Darius Clemens, I summon thee. Rise.” she walked back as the ground beneath them began to rumble. Soon, a skeletal hand popped out, and following was the rest of the body.

“Oh hey, is it time for another one of Carey’s halloween parties-” the skeletal man looked up. “Oh…” he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “Hey, Gerald.”

“Hey, ‘babe’.” Gerald stomped his foot and crossed his arms over his t-shirt.

“You look upset.” Darius crawled out of the dirt. “Is this about the ring? Because I didn’t pawn it, it was grave robbers, I promise.”

Gerald raised his arms, his voice sarcastic. “Not before Gildroy the butcher put his greasy fingers through it I’m sure!”

“Hey, leave him out of this!”

“Oh sorry, I wouldn’t want to get your new husband involved in our post-mortal drama. His soul is only bound to your for eternity.” Gerald spouted sarcastically.

Dr. Destiny raised an eyebrow as the two skeletons started what seemed like a lovers spat several centuries overdue.

“Hey, listen Gerald, you were dead.” Darius was defensive.

“For like a year!” Gerald’s bones clacked angrily. “You didn’t even wait til half-mourning to start cheating on me!”

“I was gonna get back to you once me, Gildroy and the kids all died!”

“Like I’d believe that! You’ve been ignoring my calls since the telephone was invented!”

Dr. Destiny sighed. She sat down on the roots of the ancient tree and stared at her phone, with the list of all the other patients she had to attend.

It was gonna be a long night.

So What?

A/N: This is based off the song “So What” by Pink for @becs-bunker’s Birthday Challenge. This is actually my first Dean x Reader. I’ve written a lot for Castiel and Gabriel and intentionally I was going to write for one of them, but this story is better suited for the eldest Winchester. Tell me what you think!

Summary: After leaving her husband, the reader runs straight into familiar arms.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: Mentions of cheating (neither Dean or Reader partake)

Word Count: 1835

Originally posted by jizemderler

The bunker appeared empty when you managed to squeeze yourself and three duffle bags through the main entrance. Dropping your bags at the top as the sound of chair wheels squeaked softly came from the map table below. You hesitated, wondering who’d be sitting down at the table. After all, the bunker wasn’t as secure as the Winchesters would prefer.

“Who’s here?” It was Dean’s voice, steady and intimidating as always while facing the unknown.

A small smirk curled at one corner of your mouth, realizing just how long it’d been since you heard the comforting voice. You leaned over the railing, facing Dean Winchester’s gun pointed up at the entrance. You chuckled, knowing the eldest Winchester wouldn’t be the end of you.  

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Feel Something

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Characters: Sam x Siren!Reader, Dean, OFC

Word Count: 2002

Warnings: Spn-like death/murder/violence, Angst, Some Fluff

Request: This idea may seem weird but what if reader is a mermaid. Now stay with me I know you already thinking this idea is crazy but let me elaborate. Reader is a mermaid who feeds off of people’s thoughts. And she believes that she isn’t harming anyone but when people started dying from like brain deca that’s when the duo goes to investigate. Idk this idea came to me after I watched Just My Imagination and this is really long but can you make this happen. Pairing whoever you want(please pick Sam)

A/N: @diesintheshower, I’m so sorry this took forever.  My life kind of spiraled out of control there for a while.  But I really did love your request!  I hope you like this/ I did didn’t muck it up.

You stirred your latte, drawing patters in the foam.

You feigned attention to your book, to your coffee, pretending you were paying attention to anything but the man across from you.  

Still, you found yourself staring at him more than you should be.

Another man would have thought you were flirting with him.  But he was a writer and had eyes only for his work.  What was more, he was in love with one of his characters.  You could feel it, see it in his mind.  

You delved deep into his thoughts, into his work, drinking in the new ideas and the new stories he’d brought with him to the coffee shop today.

He came here daily, to write uninterrupted.  

And you came here daily to feel his stories, to feed off that creative drive.  

You drew your spoon from your coffee, wiping the foam off on a napkin before taking in your reflection in its convex surface. 

Your reflection, a siren’s reflection.

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Skaiheda: First Look

We’re releasing this tiny snippet in honor of @clexaweek2017‘s Canon Divergent theme day! 

For those of you who don’t know: Here’s our summary: 

Lexa Woods, a guard on the Ark, never expected to fall so deeply in love with Clarke Griffin, a prisoner in solitary. When the 100 are deployed to Earth, Lexa becomes a stowaway, swearing an oath to protect her love when they reach the ground. Before they can really gather their bearings on Earth together, they are separated, and think each other dead, until their fates collide once more, and Clarke is taken to meet the mysterious Grounder Commander.

This particular scene is Clarke and Lexa on the Ark, preparing for the masquerade party! 

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anonymous asked:

Hey, what about a bodyswap AU with tomco? I wonder what would be funnier: tom pretending to be Marco or Marco pretending to be tom? Tho if it have the whole abusive dad thing, I wonder how Marco would act, like: I'm pretty sure he wouldn't just submit to it

OMG I ACTUALLY HAD AN IDEA ABOUT THIS! I switched it up a little bit, but it’s sort of along the same lines. I hope you enjoy it!

Tom looked down at his hands and his eyes almost popped out. They weren’t the regular purple he was so used to. Tom reached up and felt his head; two eyes and no horns. “Star! What the hell did you do!?” He cried. As soon as he did he clapped a hand over his mouth. It wasn’t his voice. “Star!” He cried again.

“Tom! Calm down!” Star told him, taking him by the shoulders. “It’ll be okay, I’ll fix this.” She promised.

“Where’s Marco?” Tom asked, assuming the human was in his body.

“We don’t want to raise suspicion. I sent Marco to your home to stay in and pretend to be you, and until I can fix you guys, you need to go to Marco’s home and pretend to be him.” Star instructed. “The last thing we want is for anyone to freak out, because then my mom will find out, and if my mom finds out,” Star pulled Tom close to her face “we are ALL dead.”

Tom gulped and nodded, unsure of what else he could do. “How do I pretend to be Marco? What do I say to his parents?” Tom asked. Star shrugged.

“Whatever you think Marco would say, I can’t stay and chet, I don’t have Glosseryk to help me figure this out, I have to go.” Star hissed, and pushed Tom towards the door that led to Marco’s home. Tom swallowed hard and opened the front door, stepping in with shaky feet, he made his way into the living room.

“Marco, you’re home late.” Angie called, stepping out of the kitchen. Tom froze and just stared at her. She came closer. “Well, any reason you’re home an hour after curfew? You didn’t even call to let me know where you were, I was worried.” She told him. Tom was about to stutter out something, but he stopped and gave her a confused look.

“W-wait… you were worried? Why?” He asked. Angie rolled her eyes.

“Because I thought something bad happened to my son, now come eat, you missed dinner and I’m not keeping it warm for you any longer.” She disciplined, but with a little smile. Tom forced a little bit of a smile and made his way into the kitchen. He sat down in front of the plate and played with his fork as Angie and Raphael helped each other do the dishes.

This was strange.

Tom looked down at the plate carefully. Why would they cook for their son? Was something special going on today? Should he ask? Tom cleared his throat and looked up. “Why is today so important?” Tom asked. Angie turned around and gave Tom a very confused look.

“I don’t know, is something important happening?” She asked. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to her. Tom looked down at his plate again and stared at the macaroni and cheese like it would attack him.

“Is making dinner special?” Tom asked. “Why did you make dinner, is it for something special?” He asked again.

“Well I’m glad to know you think mac and cheese is such a special meal,” Angie laughed, assuming it was a poorly executed joke. “I’ll be sure to make it more often.” She and her husband laughed together and Tom forced out a little nervous giggled and took a bite of the food.

“So where’s your partner in crime, Marco?” Raphael asked. Tom looked up confused.

“Uh… who?” He asked. Marco’s father rolled his eyes.

“Star, where’s that Mewni girl gone off to?” He asked.

“Oh! Star! Of course.” Tom laughed nervously. “She uhm… she’s actually in mewni right now. Her uh… mom needed to see her. She asked me to tell you but I forgot.” Tom made a up a lie as fast as he could and Angie and Raphael exchanged looks. It wasn’t like their son to forget. Angie walked over to Tom and put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump.

“Marco, dear, are you okay, you’ve been acting off today.” She reminded.

“Why do you ask?” Tom inquired. Angie gave him a knowing look.

“Because I love you, silly.” She grinned. Tom held still for a very long time. Angie thought he was her son, she loved her son. She was holding him very gently, she had no intent on hurting him at all. And she made him dinner too, not for any special reason, like diplomatic dinner. She made him a meal so he wouldn’t be hungry.

“I… I’m fine… I’ve just had a long day.” Tom smiled. “I think I’m going to lie down for a minute.” He told her. Angie nodded and gave him a kiss on the head, this made Tom’s eyes pop open and he gulped, unsure of what to make of this.

“Okay sweetie, just all if you need anything.” She told him. Tom nodded and scrambled to make it upstairs. When he did he sat down on the floor and thought for a very long time. An idea struck him and he pulled up Marco’s shirt a little bit; Marco’s body didn’t have any scars. Tom fixed the clothing, that only made him more confused. Why were Marco’s parents so weird? Were all parents like this?

Tom’s thoughts were interrupted when a portal opened and Star stepped through, followed by Marco in Tom’s body. “Okay guys, stand next to each other.” Star instructed. The boys did so and she chanted a spell, as fast as it started the adventure was over and the boys were in their regular bodies. “Hah! It worked!” Star exclaimed. “I was worried I screwed it up.” She giggled a little, blushing.

Neither of the boys were laughing, they were just sort of lost in thought. Marco looked over at Tom and touched his shoulder. “Uh… hey can we talk?” Marco asked gently. It all made sense to him now, after a spending a day in Tom’s life. Tom gulped and began to get very nervous.

“T-talk? Th-there’s nothing to talk about.” He said very fast.

“Tom, I-” Marco was cut off when the door to his room opened and his parents walked in. They smiled when they saw Marco had his friends.

“Oh! Star’s back, and she brought a little friend!” Angie gushed at Tom. “I’m happy you’re feeling better Marco.” She told him, then directed her attention at Star and Tom. “Are you hungry? We made dinner.” Angie offered. Star smiled big and took off down the stairs. Angie smiled and looked up at Tom. “What about you, cutie?” Angie asked. Tom looked up surprised. “Are you hungry dear?” She asked.

“We both are!” Marco interrupted. He took Tom’s hand and led him downstairs. “Let’s go.”

anonymous asked:

Do we know if Elizabeth is still the pirate king?

Technically, yes. But, listen read carefully, because this is where it’s going to get confusing…

Elizabeth was only the second of two Pirate Kings of the Brethren Court.

The First Brethren Court (consisting of Jones, nine pirates lords, the appointed King) gathered presumably sometime before the Golden Age of Piracy began. The First Pirate King, unknown, led the First Brethren Court in their binding of Calypso into her human (Tia Dalma) form, upon Davy Jones’ request (because he’s a little bitch and he offered them secrets of the seas or something). The fate of the First Pirate King remains a mystery, but it’s not really trivial. The rule of the seas henceforth belonged to men and rather than a goddess.

The assembly of the Second Brethren Court was when Morgan and Bartholomew set down the Pirates’ Code and recorded it in the Pirata Codex; this is also where the role of Keeper of the Code originated. (The Third Court isn’t really relevant here, so I’m skipping it).

It wasn’t until the War Against Piracy began, and the Fourth Brethren Court was to assemble, that Calypso plotted her release (resurrecting Barbossa, saving Jack from the Locker, etc.). Upon resurrection, Barbossa set out to gather the Nine Pirates Lords to convene a meeting (’the song has been sung’). The Court assembled at Shipwreck Cove, with freshly appointed Captain Elizabeth Swann replacing the freshly deceased Captain Sao Feng.

Keeping to the Code, they elected by popular vote a new Pirate King, who would rule over them and hold a fair share of the power. This title was given to Elizabeth Swann, and she became the Second Pirate King. She vowed to rage war, and Calypso’s wish was granted (though she first wanted revenge on the Brethren, and then on Davy Jones’, and it all just kind of escalated and ended in a huge fucking maelstrom…). This is all canon, and this is all in the history and lore of the Pirates films.

The problem people seem to have now, a topic of draining discourse, is ‘Why is Elizabeth living on an island, raising her son and waiting for her husband to come home, when she’s the fucking Pirate King? Why isn’t she kicking ass? Why isn’t she off being a pirate?’

I’m not going to go into detail on the whole waiting for Will, left standing ashore the last time we saw her thing. She chose to stay there, to build a life and a home. She promised him she would keep his heart safe which, sorry to tell you, would be near impossible if she was off pirating and getting into battles again. Whoever possesses the Dead Man’s Chest holds the power of the seas. She is literally keeping the seas safe by keeping Will’s heart safe. I’m sorry if this isn’t enough for some, but I’d personally say that’s a pretty great power to have.

But, moving on from that… She’s still the Pirate King, elected at the Fourth Brethren Court. In canon, in truth, yes. She’s still King. The only problem is that there is no need for the Brethren anymore. Yes, it’s a group of pirates (best of the best, worst of the worst). But the fates of most other Nine Pirate Lords are no more than question marks on blank pages. Were they to convene once more, she would be called upon as Jack (at least, not including spoilers here (perhaps even Teague)) still knows her as King (he did elect her, after all). But we’re to assume (I assume) that the Court hasn’t had that much going on in the last twenty years or so. The First Court bound Calypso, and the Fourth one released her. From a movie standpoint alone, the Court is now, well, useless. (Unless another goddess fucks over a sailor, and so-on and so-forth).

So, technically, yes: Elizabeth is still the Pirate King, but there isn’t much use for the Pirate King these days. And her Piece of Eight kind of turned to dust in Barbossa’s little makeshift bowl of whatever-they-had-in-their-pockets-at-the-time. I doubt the crew of the Empress have given her much thought, sadly. They are pirates, after all.

This has been a rant. Hopefully this answers your question… and then some :)


This is my entry for @d-s-winchester and her 4k bon jovi celebration challenge! I choose the awesome song wanted dead or alive :)

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Cas (mentioned), a monster or two

Word count: 2,048 (italics are reader’s thoughts and the line of the song I used is bolded)

Warnings: one swear word, violence/threats to reader

“I can’t Sam”.

Shock. Confusion. Disbelief. All those and more showed on Sam’s face. I wasn’t surprised; after all the number of times I had said no to the Winchesters before today was exactly 0. But what he was asking of me? I just couldn’t.

“Y/N, what do you mean you can’t?” Sam’s voice was steady even if his mind was working overtime “I know you don’t do many hunts but either me or Dean will be with you at all times”. Of course I knew that even before he said it, the entire time I’d known them they’d protected me.

Dropping the box on the floor I took a couple of deep breathes cursing that the elevator had been broken. I had finally saved enough to get my own place and today I had moved the last of my stuff in. Sure the wiring was dodgy and the A/C kept dropping on and off but it was all mine…a home. 3 weeks later however and I was ready to snap. I had spent money I barely had just to be told that there was nothing wrong with the wiring or the A/C but that didn’t change the fact that they still kept having a mind of their own.  

A knock on the door pulled me from my murderous thoughts. Opening it I almost did a double take at the 2 ridiculously good looking men stood there. “Y/N Y/L/N?” asked the one nearest me, bright green eyes glancing past me into my apartment.
“Yes that’s me.”  
“Agent Bonham and this is Agent Page from the FBI. Wondered if we could ask you a couple of questions about the deaths that happened a few days ago”. The deaths in question had been my upstairs neighbours.
“Oh I’m not sure how much I’d be able to help I was at work at the time”  
“Well this is more general questioning, background on the couple that sort of thing” said the taller man.

40 minutes later and I was showing the two agents out, the taller one giving me his card and telling me to call if I needed. Pulling my hair up into a ponytail my mind went over the conversation I’d just had. Having never spoken to the FBI or any sort of police for that matter I wasn’t sure just what kind of answers they’d been looking for. They’d seemed almost disappointed at the news that the couple had been the perfect example of loves young dream and that I didn’t know much about the buildings history. And the noise the green eyed one had made when I mentioned about my wiring. Surely the FBI had no interest in that sort of thing.

A couple of days later and my world turned upside down. This figure had just appeared in my home and tried to kill me. Locking myself in the bathroom I scrambled for my purse and hoped that I wasn’t about to sound too crazy. “Agent Page speaking.”
“Um, hi, my names Y/N, you and your partner came round a few days ago?” I shakily got out.
“Yes I remember.  Is everything Ok?” Everything was not ok. The man was stood right in front of me. How the hell had he got past the locked door? Which was still locked?
“Please agent come quick someone’s trying to kill me!” I couldn’t say anymore then that as the man’s cold hands wrapped round my throat and threw me through the door. I gasped, trying desperately to find someway of getting him off me. My fingers curled round my fire poker and I swung wildly, disbelief and fear setting in as the man flickered and then disappeared.  

That was how I found out that everything you were scared of as a kid you should be scared of as an adult. Sam and Dean burned the painting the ghost was tethered to and saved me. And I’ve been in the hunting life ever since. Not really the active side of things, more as a researcher/alibi provider type of thing. Sam said to me once that only an old friend of theirs was better at remembering lore and legends. Dean was a bit more crass with it, telling Cas that I could bullshit my way through anything. And that’s how the Winchesters became my best friends, friends that I would do anything for because without them I’d have been dead a long time ago.

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Take A Break - Young!Remus Lupin x Reader


Hi! I saw that request were open and I was wondering if you could do a Remus x reader, where the reader is super stressed because she has 3 tests on the same week and hasn’t stopped studying for even a second. If you can’t I completely understand ❤️❤️

Thanks for the request! Enjoy!

| Y/N = Your name |

Originally posted by emotionallyhighmaintainance

The music blared into her ears as she scribbled messy notes into her notebook. Her foot tapped against the floor in sync to the beat of the pounding drum.

Every day, Y/N had been studying into the late hours of the night. She would study until 10:30 in the library until she was kicked out by Madame Pince. Then, she would move onto reading her notes in her room until midnight. Today was no exception - it was now 10 o’clock, and the library was completely empty.

As the guitar solo took over the song, Y/N’s hands flew across the page. She could imagine the guitarist’s calloused fingers sliding against the frets, their eyebrows furrowed in focus. The notes grew closer and closer together, the drums slowly creeping back into the song until -


Y/N jumped in her seat as a pair of hands dropped onto her shoulders. She scrambled to take off her earphones and placed her quill down onto the desk. She turned around to see a tall figure standing before her, frowning as he studied her notes.

“Bloody hell, Remus. What do you want?” Y/N grunted.

He gave her an apologetic smile, squeezing her shoulders. “Don’t you think you should take a break? From studying?”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in disbelief. “Take a break?! I don’t have time for that! I still have to take notes on Muggle Studies, Herbology, Charms…”

Her boyfriend gave her a quizzical look. “Didn’t you already take notes on Charms?”

“Extra notes.” She quipped.

“Of course.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “This isn’t funny, Remus! I can’t fail my O.W.L.s!”

He sighed, tapping his fingers against her shoulders. “You’re not going to fail, Y/N. And believe me, I’m not just saying that.”

She frowned, opening her mouth to respond when a sharp pain hit her neck. She swatted Remus’ hand away, wrapping her fingers around it as if to ease the pain. The brown-haired boy pursed his lips, his emerald green eyes narrowed in worry.

“Look, I’m fine. I still have 15 more minutes until Madam Pince kicks me out, so I need to make the most of it. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Y/N turned towards the desk only to find it sparkling clean as if nothing was ever there. Her boyfriend smirked in the corner of her eye.

“Give. It. Back.”

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Catch me if you can!”

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