a touch of sparkle

anonymous asked:

Harry has been looking so gooood lately

Dude, I know! His face? Glowing. His eyes? Sparkling. His hair? Thriving (do NAT let anyone touch it with a scissor, Henry) His legs? Perfect. His dick? Squished inside his skinnies, as per usual. A++++++

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Call Boy Johnny (Johnny x Reader)

Rating: M 

(A/N) THE MOMENT OF TRUTH HAS ARRIVED PEOPLE. THE SCENARIO YOU HAVE BEEN BEGGING ME FOR OVER AND OVER, I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED IT. HERE HE IS, IN ALL HIS GLORY. CALL BOY JOHNNY! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I did writing it!! I’M THIRSTIN’ SO HARD RN

P.S. Yes, I’m the same blog as the original Call Boy Yuta smut. I changed my url from @chokemewithjaehyunschoker to @caliboyjaeffrey ! Hope no one get’s confused lol

Originally posted by y-ta

You woke up slowly, the sheets and blankets kicked off in your sleep and tangled in your legs. You felt content as you looked over at your alarm clock, the time being in the late afternoon.  Sleeping in was your passion, you’d stayed up super late the previous night anyway, not too bothered that half the day was gone. You gazed out the one big window in your bedroom, the one that looked out at the bustling city. Snow had fallen last night, dusting over the streets and cars like powdered sugar on pancakes. It didn’t really feel like your birthday, but it wasn’t so bad to wake up on a day as pretty as this one.

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Things Said In My Household but with Fairy Tail Pt.8
  • <p> <b></b> *There Was A Time where Natsu and Gray got in a fight*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> So you stay on your side of the house and I stay on mine.<p/><b>Gray:</b> How come you got the kitchen!!?<p/><b>Natsu:</b> YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL I LET YOU KEEP THE TREEHOUSE.<p/><b>Gray:</b> WHAT IF IM HUNGRY?<p/><b>Natsu:</b> HOPE BEDSHEETS AND TREE BARK TASTES GOOD.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Wendy:</b> WHEN I WAS, A YOUNG BOY--<p/><b>Gray:</b> You were a boy?<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> *Weeee! Flash from the past!*<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *hands covered in wet paint* Natsu can you lift me up so i can wash me hands?<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *half asleep* um..oka...<p/><b></b> *5 minutes later*<p/><b>Wendy:</b> Natsu..*nudges him but he doesnt budge*<p/><b></b> *frowns and wipes her hands on Natsu's face, shirt, and hair* There.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *screaming in the bathroom* WENDY WHAT DID YOU DO?!<p/><b>Wendy:</b> * Is 6*i have an excuse. Im a tempered short person.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> *So once Natsu, lucy, Gray, Juvia, gajeel and levy went to the fair.They had to bring wendy too*<p/><b>Wendy:</b> I WANNA GO ON THE BIG ROLLERCOASTER!! *excited squeal*<p/><b>Lucy:</b> sounds fun! You up to it Natsu?<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *looks up and turns pale* why dont we just go on the carousel?<p/><b>Wendy:</b> That's lame!<p/><b>Lucy:</b> *laughing*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *whispers* if you do ill get you a teddy bear.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> I WANNA GO ON THE CAROUSEL.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> We gotta give the kid what she wants.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> I CALL THE SEA HORSE!<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *sees a bee* *lowkey her eyes were sparkling* i wanna touch it..*reaches for bee*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> *pulls her back by the shirt* dont touch it.<p/><b>Levy:</b> Ahh! Arent they just exciting! *starts rambling to Wendy about bees*<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *forced smile and whispers* what is she talking about?<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> *On rollercoaster with Gray and Juvia*<p/><b>Juvia:</b> *excited squeal*<p/><b>Gray:</b> this is..pretty high up..<p/><b>Wendy:</b> COME ON DROP US TO OUR DOOM.<p/><b>Gray:</b> @-@<p/><b></b> *rollercoaster starts dropping*<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *laughing*<p/><b>Juvia:</b> *excited screaming*<p/><b>Gray:</b> *on the verge of passing out*<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Wendy:</b> Let's go again!<p/><b>Gray:</b> nO.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Cobra:</b> Im bringing sexyback!<p/><b>Natsu:</b> I never left.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> * wendy gets lost in a mall*<p/><b>Wendy:</b> okay.. okay..where would those idiots be..<p/><b>Wendy:</b> ..hot topic, spencers...no..that would be me...shoes...no..<p/><b>Wendy:</b> THE FOOD COURT!<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *comes home sighing*<p/><b>Gray:</b> WE HEARD WHAT HAPPENED.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> HOW'D YOU GET SUSPENDED?<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> THIS PROVES SHE REALLY IS OUR SISTER.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> all i did was push somebody across the classroom. I only did it because he was being rude to my friend. He cried like a little bit---<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *shakes her and wipes tear* in so proud.<p/><b>Gray:</b> YOU CAN HAVE MY POPTART.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> anything you want you'll have it!!<p/><b></b> __<p/><b>Erza:</b> heard you pushed someone.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *ready for punishment* yeah..<p/><b>Erza:</b> Did you win?<p/><b>Wendy:</b> I guess?<p/><b>Erza:</b> good because then i would have beaten the crap out of you and then the kid.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *screaming*<p/><b>Gray:</b> *trips over a pillow and runs down stairs* WHAT HAPPENED!!??<p/><b>Wendy:</b> THEY FINALLY KISSED!!<p/><b>Gray:</b> ....<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b><strike></b> will there be a pt.9? I dont know you tell me </strike><p/></p>
Villain

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A/N: The Reader gets kidnapped.

I stood in front of the full length mirror and gazed at my reflection, my eyes drifting watching Loki through the mirror as he approached, wrapping his arm around me as we both gazed at our reflection.

“You look quite ravishing in that dress, darling.” He cooed in my ear as his eyes ran up and down my body. “I have a few suggestions as to why you should stay here with me.” He says nibbling on my earlobe.

“Yeah?” I smiled as I felt the twitch in his pants.

“Hmm mmm.” He nods as he slips his hand between my legs.

“No.” I squealed trying to bat is hand away, but I was no match for his arousal.

“Just the head.”  He teased.”

“Do you remember the last time when you only put the head in?” I asked.

He smiles against my ear. “Hmmm,“ he purred. “I remember it quite well.”

“I slept for two days.”

I turned to him, his face painted in a boyish grin that touches his eyes and sparkles.

He shrugs, “I will be more…” He trails off, I glanced down at the bulge in his pants that was aching to break free. “I cannot keep my hands off you and when we make love, I want you to feel everything that I feel, I want you to experience all of me.”

“You do know you’re a God right?”

He rolled his eyes, “how can I forget when you keep reminding me.”

He was getting defensive.

I touched his face and ran my thumb across his bottom lip. “I keep reminding you because you seem to forget your own strength and physical power.”

“I am gentle.” He holds me at arm length. “Have I hurt you?”

“No, no, no. But it takes time for me to recover from one of our sessions.” I say.

“You know what would help.”

“Yes, I do, but -.”

“But you are not ready.” He finished my sentence, turning to sit on the bed.

“Don’t get pouty.”

“I do not pout.”

“You get pouty when you don’t get your way.”

“I always get my way.”

“With magic and manipulation.” I quipped.

He eyes me, “you have such a smart mouth, I should put something in it.”

“I will bite it.”

“And I will have to punish you for causing bodily harm.”

“And I will gladly take the punishment.” I countered.

He exhales harshly. “Do you have to have the last word?”

I shrugged. “Yes. I always get my way.”

“With seduction and sexual manipulation.” He states as the atmosphere in the room shifted.

“Seduction, yes that’s a given. Manipulation,well, I learned that from the you.” I corrected as I walked towards him and stood in between his knees.

He runs his fingers up my dress, deftly tugging on the zipper. “What else have you learned from me?” He asked.

My heartbeat hammered in my chest as he pulled the button to his pants, his bulge spilling forth.

I held his shoulders as he slid my panties down to my knees revealing my bare derriere.

He inhales sharply.

“I learned delayed gratification.” I whispered in his ear then kissed his cheek. “I’m late.”

His mischievous grin was plastered across my face as I made it to Earth, thanks to the dimensional rift he created for me to travel between Asgard and Earth.

I checked the zipper on my dress to make sure it was fastened and I shifted my panties into place as I stepped through the rift that closed a few seconds later.

“You’re late.” Nat says as the darkened window to the truck slides down.

“Sorry,” I say as I crossed the street and approached the truck, climbing into the backseat.

The door was barely closed as Nat speed away.

“I can’t believe Bruce trusts you with his truck.” I say examining the spacious interior.

“I’m an excellent driver.” Nat says matter-of-factly.

“Defensive driver,” Wanda says from the passenger seat.

We all laughed in union.

We pulled up to Night, a supernatural club/lounge that is only known by those who have or know someone with special abilities. We bypassed the lines and went straight to the VIP section that was reserved for us. Our drinks arrived, Wanda had a red bubbly concoction, Natasha a inky black blob that didn’t look appeasing, and I had a plain creamery.

“What’s it like?“ Wanda asked taking a sip of her drink.

“What’s what like?” I asked.

Wanda nodded slyly. “Sleeping with a God.”

“And don’t say it’s anything like with a human because that would be a disappointment.” Natasha interjected.

“It’s different.” I answered.

“That’s it?” Nat asked. “It’s different?” She rolled her eyes, “c’mon, there’s more to it.”

“Loki has superior human strength that gives him superior endurance in all physical activities.”

“What does that mean?” Wanda inquired.

“It means what they do in the bedroom is not of this world.” Nat answered, winking at me.

They both laughed as I took a long swallow of the drink that began to swim in my head.

We danced and enjoyed the night for what is was, tonight’s outing was mainly for Wanda and Natasha, who both needed a break from the missions that have been taking over their lives.

The night was a whirlwind as we exited the nightclub laughing to ourselves.

“Do you need one of the guy’s to walk you to your car?” The bouncer at the door asked.

We declined, not knowing how different the night might have ended if we accepted his invitation.

I remembered that Wanda stepped out first because she commented on the chill in the air, then myself, followed by Natasha. I had the keys, so I walked ahead, we were a few feet away from the truck when it all became a blur, I heard a commotion behind me and turned. Wanda had two guys immobile while the third was making slashing movements with a sword. Natasha was standing over the body of an unknown person who was slumped on the ground, her head snaps up and I will never forget the look on her face.

“Get through the rift.” She screams.

I opened the amulet that hung around my neck and felt my legs moving faster than my mind could comprehend as I dashed to the golden pattern that began to form on the ground where the rift would open.

I glanced down and noticed that I lost a heel in the process. l stepped on the pattern and the rift began to activate and open.

“Don’t let her escape.” A muffled voice say.

The electric shock vibrated through my body and I staggered backwards. I glanced down and saw the two metal prongs latched into my skin. I tried to take a step, but another shock brought me to my knees. I pulled the amulet from my neck and tossed it. I gazed at the opened rift as it sucked up my other heel and the amulet, closing and disappearing a few seconds later.

“Loki!” I heard myself scream internally, but I knew he couldn’t hear me.

A hood covers my head and I became weightless as I was carried into a car. I heard Natasha screaming out my name, but the figures I was squeezed in between held me down as the car sped away.

The hood comes off my head and the cold salty air washed across my face as we switched cars. I gazed up into the blinding light, blinking until the silhouette of a figure appeared. I saw his bright white smile as he placed the cloth over my mouth.

“This will be sure to get his attention.” I heard the groggy voice say as I slumped into unconsciousness.

Post Note: And it begins…Loki x Reader. 

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Petname Babygirl II pt.3

yoongi x reader

genre: filth..fluff? I don’t know except for the smut, dom!yoongi

this chapter contains a bit of everything, I guess

word count: 10.6k


Your business trip involved boring meetings, some time for yourself and you being naked and tied up underneath your boss.

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poems for the signs

“Aries:
The fire and blood of a dragon runs through your veins,
and it takes only but a spark to light your fuse
.
Your soul is an inferno, that wanders through the night, 
wailing like a lonesome wolf.
You are a force to be reckoned with,
with your tempting, but destructive beauty.
You have the ability to scorch even Earth itself,
with just one single glance.
You, my dear, are built out of gold,
one of the most rarest and beautiful things to find in life.
Never lose your flame, for you will lose nothing but yourself.”

“Taurus:
You have flowers blooming through your soul,
even in the most darkest and hidden parts of you.
You illuminate a brightness, brighter than the sun,
with your silent radiance.
People are memorized by the power behind your voice,
as the honeyed taste of spilling love falls from your lips.
You are nature itself, grounded and tough,
but pleasuring and lush, like the trees around you.
You are the healer, kissing people’s wounds,
with your undying love.
For you are hard-headed, but not hard-hearted.”


“Gemini: 
You are the unusual, the chameleon soul,
changing your colors, due to your inner indecisiveness,
that is as wide as the ocean.
Your eyes are like stained glass windows,
holding many colors that represent the wide range of emotions that you hold.
You are the soft skin your lover craves to caress,
the skin that smells of lilac and sunflowers.
Your deception is playful and freeing,
for you are a sharp-tongued lover.
Darling, you are a safe haven, a home,
and anyone who dares to entangle their soul with yours,
will be changed forever.”


“Cancer: 
You are the nurturer at heart, 
the one that keeps lovers safe in soft silks.
Your soul is bathed in moonlight,
while your tears ripple in the crystal oceans of your collar bones.
The blue-dark belongs solely to you,
and your soft hands part the dark,
letting the light shine through for everyone to be entranced by you.
With beauty as dangerous as a knife,
and love like a double-edged blade,
You are the moon, the keeper of night.”

“Leo:
You are the vibrant goddess of the day, 
with skin as gold as the sun, 
bringing hope to the sunrise. 
Unconditional love brews inside of your photosynthetic heart,
with the ability to keep people alive with a burning desire.
You are sharp-tongued and made of broken glass and honesty,
which is to be admired throughout your life.
There are heartbeats in your eyes that shine so brightly,
you are to be mistaken for the sun itself. 
You are so much more than all of your sins and mistakes,
and all of the tears that stain your radiant eyes,
will soon turn to gems.”

“Virgo:
You, my love, are a flower born in the heart of a drought.
Your skin is made of lace and silk, for you are fragile thing,
to be handled with love and care. 
But deep in that pure soul of yours,
lays ardent thoughts and dangerous beauty.
The scars across your heart shall fade like a distant storm,
for you are a soul seeker, a searcher, most importantly, a human.
You are a gentle nymph, singing lovers into a trance,
for you are as lovely and ethical,
as  a faery song.”

“Libra: 
For you are a bed of roses, 
with your crimson petal lips and china doll cheeks.
Sometimes you are as bright as the day,
Sometimes you are as dark and mysterious as the night,
you keep people on their toes, waiting for your next move.
You are beauty, in the way that humans so rarely are,
warm and starry eyed,
for you truly are the child of Venus.
You love with the strength of a storm,
but with the kindness of a child.
Darling. you are the oxygen that everyone needs.”

“Scorpio:
Silver raindrops drip from your lips like stars in the sky,
with hips like a hurricane and a soul to match. 
You are the body electric, the midnight dancer,
with passion that is to not be confused with arrogance. 
You are a supernova, the explosive rebirth,
with a smile that crafts magic.
So many layers and colors you hide, 
contained in your electric heart.
You seep poison into the veins of those who hurt your loved ones,
for your undying passion and love knows no bounds.”


“Sagittarius: 
You laugh and smile in sunbeams,
for you are ready to burn through the darkness of the night.
Your everlasting light is buried in the softness of love,
but the untamed dark lingers through your soul.
You, yourself, are a religion, a dreamer,
but as dark and deep as the midnight ocean.
You are so in touch with the earth all around you,
for you have stars in your eyes and moon dust in your hair.
You are a warrior, a light, a fire.”

“Capricorn:

You, my love, are the definition of inner strength. 
Beyond the hunger of your golden dreams,
a softness remains.
Your soul is a work of art, so bold and unique,
everyone wants a part of you.
tease, touch and dark,
love is something special, and you treat it like gold.
There are sparkles in your doe eyes,
and your touch entrances people,
with the undying mystery and ferocity in every stroke of your love.”

Aquarius:
You are made of nocturnal oracles and burning stars,
the brightest stars from all the heavens.
Your brilliant mind is as wide and colorful as the aurora borealis,
and oh, what I’d do to get lost in it for eternity.
Your heart bleeds in water colors, 
for you are the ocean itself,
keeper of the lively tides.
The bruises that paint across you skin are like galaxies,
for you are fully made of star dust.”

“Pisces:
You are the galaxy in the skin of a human, the owner of the sky.
Your bruised mouth speaks an intoxicating type of love,
for you are a sweetheart, a seductress.
Your starving soul is desperate to wrap around another,
for you find beauty in the broken. 
Your mystical and rose colored aurora draws admirers in,
for you, yourself are the unknown.
Darling, you leave a trail of stars wherever you go,
for you a wanderess of the night.” 

Why me?

Description: The reader is Caroline’s weaker and practically invisible twin sister. You get along with others but they often misunderstand you. So when you are invited to the ball by Klaus, whom you have a secret crush on, it means the whole world to you. And when you get there Klaus makes you feel like the most beautiful girl there.

Characters: Klaus x Reader

Gender: Female/Dress Wearer

Triggers: Mentions of loneliness and abandonment

Words: 2,487 - this is the longest one I’ve written!

This was Requested by anon - This was a great request, I hope I did it justice.

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Originally posted by parasoli

I’m kind of making some stuff up to fit what I want to do with this prompt


You left the Salvatore house, sure that no one noticed at all. They were to preoccupied to notice you anyway. They cared for a while, when you and Caroline were turned, well, Stefan did. But more and more happened, and it was like you faded away. You had more control over your Vampirism than Caroline, but she was stronger so she was included more in the problems you were all facing, everyone tried to push you out, thinking you couldn’t handle it, so they left you alone. 

You tried to explain to them you could help, Matt could why couldn’t you? You figured it was because no one understood you. You had trouble being clear with your thoughts, no one could keep up with them. Hell, you barely could sometimes. 

You and Carolines relationship was strained these days. You two use to be so close, you were twins after all. Though, not identical. You wish you were sometimes, Caroline was so beautiful, you figured that was why Klaus was interested in her. Why did you care anyway? Klaus was the bad guy wasn’t he? Caroline couldn’t care about him any less. Why didn’t he like you? Why didn’t anyone like you? You use to cry over this all the time, but now, you were so use to it, you no longer wasted your tears on those who didn’t care about you.

Before you knew it, you had walked all the way home. Walking in you call out “I’m home mom!” hearing no response you figured she was at work. You walked up the stairs and went into your room. Your eyes immediately going to the box on your bed. Walking over you saw an invitation to the Mikaelsons ball, you picked it up ready to take it to Carolines room, Klaus must have gotten her a gift or something, and thought this was her room. 

Stopping before you left your room, you looked back down at the box, you wanted to know what was in it. “It was on my bed. If she gets mad at me for opening it, it’s not my fault.” you said out loud to yourself. 

Turning around you put the box back on your bed. You took the envelope, opening it looking at the invitation you turn it over. You couldn’t believe what was on the back. “Save me a dance y/n. Fondly, Klaus” he wasn’t serious was he? He invited you and not Caroline? He must be up to something. Glancing at the box you slowly took the lid off gasping at what was in the box. A beautiful red sparkling gown. You touched it gently feeling the fabric. 

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Bristle

Prompt: 2) Hinny dueling, set anytime post-battle. Cocky harpy vs. wipe-the-floor-with-you Auror? First summer trauma coping? The angst/fluff potential is endless

A/N: so this is a combo of the prompt ^ from @julxr4 and inspiration from @blvnk-art‘s grown up hinny fan art, particularly this comic.

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Harry’s pretty capable, as far as new fathers go.  No major injuries or illnesses to report, and he thinks James seems pretty happy, all things considered.  So when Ginny goes to spring training for almost a month, he does alright.  Aside from missing Ginny like – something he would miss a lot.  Sleep deprivation is not particularly conducive to similes.  Or grooming.  Between a full workload with the Auror Office and handling James on his own every night, certain things get shunted to the side.  And it’s a pretty easy choice if he’s deciding between shaving and taking a kip for a quarter of an hour.

Which is why Ginny comes home to her husband lying spread eagle on the floor with the tiniest Potter splayed across his chest, playing with his newly grown beard.  “Alright Potters?”

James claps his chubby hands and topples back against Harry’s now raised thighs in excitement.

Quickly, Harry catches James around his middle and soon enough has his entire family wrapped in his arms.  Ginny’s warm and firm under his hands, freckles and just a touch of sunburn across her shoulders, her chocolate eyes sparkling in that way that lets him know he’s not the only one who’s been lonely.

James pitches toward Ginny, his kiss overly wet and gummy, while Harry nuzzles her damp hair.  “We missed you.”

Ginny takes James into her arms, showering him with kisses before using her free hand to scratch at Harry’s beard.  “This is new.”

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v-taehyung  asked:

Your mermaid BTS series is the cutest thing I've ever read in my life 😭 When you have time and would like to, could I possibly request a Jimin version please and thank you? 😊

find others: hoseok | namjoon | taehyung 

  • jimin is a rather shy mermaid, whose never really gotten the chance to explore and partake in mischief like taehyung or hoseok 
  • he’s always liked swimming around the familiar areas of the ocean, gazing at the pretty fish and other creatures, picking shells up from the shallower sands in the water
  • as much as he likes to sunbathe,,,,,which namjoon and yoongi never understand,,,,,he’s too timid to do it alone - other mermaids are always gossiping about how scary and vicious humans can be so he’s always nervous about being spotted
  • even though hoseok is always trying to convince him of the funny ways in which humans really act
  • his tail coloring is really really pretty - it’s a vibrant yellow with wedges of red and orange splashed between his scales
  • his ears have been pierced multiple times and are adorned with shell jewelry made by his family and himself
  • a lot of the younger mermaids like jimin a lot because of his caring personality and the way he looks so pretty wearing a crown of corals and his scales look like they’re made of straight up sunshine
  • he’s also seen being followed by different aquatic animals, from clown fish to dolphins
  • you’re actually doing some research in the waters where jimin lives, you’re a deep sea diver whose been trying to take photos of the underwater life
  • and one afternoon as you’re swimming around, trying to find any new reefs or fish to snap photos of
  • you catch the end of a long, yellow tail
  • exited by the prospect of getting a pretty picture of whatever that large fish is, you quickly swim after it
  • at first, jimin doesn’t notice you - but he figures out something must be wrong since the fish around him begin to scatter and hide
  • turning around, he almost makes you drop your equipment
  • and jimin’s usual smile is replaced with a look of utter shock
  • staring at one and other,,,neither of you moves a muscle
  • you’re shocked,,,,the person before you is,,,,most definitely not human
  • not with those gills, that large tail, and the bare toned chest that is adorned in what looks like necklaces made of the most beautiful collection of shells you’ve ever seen
  • jimin swallows, slowly beginning to turn in hopes of darting off through the water away from you
  • but you act first, desperately you bring up your camera to take a photo 
  • jimin manages to swim off when you’re done,,,,,but that evening when you’re out of the water and sitting in your bedroom you stare at the photo
  • his face looks like that of a prince from a fairy tail, something so enchanting yet so pure
  • the next day you go out into the water, get your diving gear, and clutch the string of pearls you’d decided to take with you as a peace offering - setting out to find the mermaid once more
  • you spend a long time looking for that yellow tail, and just when everything seems futile you spot him 
  • slowly, not to startle him you swim over and jimin turns around just before you can reach out to tap his shoulder
  • the same look of shock paints his features, but before he can escape you open your outstretched hand and reveal the necklace
  • curiously jimin eyes it, you try to smile - which is hard with your breathing tube but it seems to come across
  • jimin cautiously takes the strand from your hand, smiling as he looks at it closer
  • since you can’t speak underwater, you motion to the surface 
  • it’s a risk to see if jimin will follow you or not,,,,,,but the gift seems to gain his trust and he swims up to the top of the water as you do too
  • once you’re up, you take out the tube and pull your goggles up off your eyes
  • seeing jimin out of the muggy waters,,,,,,,,,is an experience 
  • for a moment you forget what you wanted to say, but jimin speaks first
  • “you won’t hurt me,,,,,,right?”
  • you shake your head “no, no never.”
  • his shoulders seem to relax and you see jimin eye the nearby shore,,,,since it’s early morning it’s empty and you ask “do you want to go over there?”
  • he seems to be shy about getting caught looking,,,,it’s just he’s never been on the shore without taehyung or jungkook or hoseok
  • but you seem nice enough,,,,so he agrees
  • of course he gets their first - your swimming is nothing compared to his and when you drag yourself onto the sand you’re so out of breath that it makes jimin giggle
  • you sit close enough to the shore that the waves still tickle your feet and jimin lays beside you
  • “,,,,,,,,i can’t believe mermaids are real.”
  • you say first and jimin plays with the string of pearls, looking at you with inoccent eyes
  • “i can’t believe a human is so nice,,,”
  • you scrunch up your nose “we’re not too bad,,,,,,,except we totally are polluting the ocean”
  • “polluting?”
  • you figure that word might not be in a mermaids vocabulary so you shrug it off and look at jimin’s tail
  • in the sunlight it looks like it’s shimmering, like gold
  • for a good while you and jimin just,,,talk,,,,
  • well you mostly question him about what mermaid life is all about and he answers,,,,but you’re happy to see that he’s comfortable with you around
  • when the time starts reaching 9 you warn jimin that people are going to come out onto the beach
  • he decides to leave and you follow till you’re waist deep in the water and jimin puts out his hand to give you the string of pearls back
  • “it’s yours!!” you smile and jimin blinks,,,,, “a-are you sure?”
  • you nod, giving him a thumbs up which he looks at quizzically before copying you
  • “hehe cute!!” you exclaim and jimin’s cheeks turn a rosy pink, ,,, cute,,,,,,, a human has never called him that before ,,, 
  • “yo-you’re – c-cute too!”
  • jimin’s voice rises a bit as he says it and you giggle telling him that he doesn’t have to be polite and return the compliment
  • but jimin pouts and adds that he means it
  • he pulls one of the shelled necklaces off of his neck and drapes it around yours with a smile that makes his eyes into cute half moons
  • “to remember the sea!” 
  • you touch it, warmed by his gesture and look into his eyes that sparkle of light brown
  • “oh - i never asked your name!” 
  • he points to himself “jimin.” and then points to you as you say your name
  • he repeats it out loud and you give him another thumbs up that jimin copies this time with confidence
  • with that he waves, diving back into the water and you touch the shells around your neck wondering if you’ll see him again 
  • when jimin comes back, hoseok asks where he got the pearls and jimin toys with them before gleefully repeating your name
  • hoseok wiggles his eyebrows “do you like this person? i thought you didn’t like humans?”
  • jimin blushes, making up an excuse about wanting to visit some of his fish friends to get away from hoseok’s teasing gaze because ok so what maybe he does like humans,,, well one human,,, 
Scared to Be Lonely

Summary: Is there more to this than just the two of you?

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x reader

Warnings: Angst, eventual fluff - I promise

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: *Note - Reader is referenced by codename “Lamia” || My soulmate asked for another Eggsy fic - voila! This fic is loosely based on Dua Lipa & Martin Garrix’s “Scared to Be Lonely” - I’ve used some lyrics as quotes, and they’ve been italicized. [There may or may not be a part two for this - we shall see.] Hope you enjoy! | masterlist


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Water Under the Bridge: A Nessian Smut Fic

For @blogtealdeal, who loves Nessian wing sin and who has blessed this fandom with Moriel fanart I never thought we would get to see. You are an absolute *blessing* Nicole. Thank you for all of the amazing work that you do. I wish there was more I could do to say thanks because that Moriel fanart killed my heart and brought it back to life again. <3

Title comes from the Adele song. It doesn’t totally fit lyrically for this fic, but it’s all I listened to while I wrote it and I don’t really do music while writing, so… yeah.

Summary: Nesta discovers in a fit of rage that Feyre isn’t the only one who can summon Illyrian wings at will. After a particularly long day of flying leaves her body aching, Cassian is there to sooth the pain in ways Nesta has never experienced before. Featuring Illyrian!Nesta and much wing sin. NSFW.

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Water Under the Bridge

The first time Nesta discovers she has wings - she’s screaming at Cassian.

Not just a faint whine of annoyance. Not a simple shout over some shallow disagreement. Not torn up words spat inches from his face.

But top of her lungs, blue in the face, going to kick his ass into the new year screaming.

The argument was stupid, as usual. And when it’s over, she can’t even quite remember what horrible thing it was about. The war had ended. Cassian had fought what little he could. Nesta had left to do her part. Maybe there were bitter words exchanged over still bleeding wounds. Maybe not.

All Nesta knows is that one moment she is so absolutely enraged at the jab Cassian let slip (that she knows he did not truly mean) and the next, her back feels the way her lungs do drowning at the bottom of the ocean, swimming up, up, up in a desperate search for air until finally that bubble of water bursts, and the muscles of her back split open in agonizing pain and -

She has wings.

Great, glorious membranous wings that stretch wide around her and seem to absorb all that wasted energy she spent and threaten Cassian for her.

Cassian - whose jaw had promptly hit the floor at the sight of those wings as they unfurled and cast red and gold shadows about the ground in the sunlight.

Nesta had stood back smugly that day at the way Cassian stared at her. She didn’t even fight him or pretend to stay angry when he stepped close, slid his hands around her waist and up along her back to the base of the wings as if to touch them, and she saw the sparkling in his eyes like diamonds as he whispered, awestruck, in her ear, “Nesta.”

That had set her grinning ear to ear.

It takes weeks for Nesta to figure out how to summon the wings at will. Whatever magic the Cauldron gave her over them, it’s not easy to figure out. And once she has mastered bringing the wings out at will, they’re weak and untrained. The muscles are loose and imbalanced, unable to support the size of her wingspan and Cauldron is her wingspan massive.

(Cassian eyes it for weeks trying not to compare.)

At first, Cassian insists she refrain from flying. She has to do stretching exercises to build up her strength, but Nesta grows restless rather quickly. Another shouting match between them - You may literally die if you attempt to jump off that cliff Nesta Archeron - has her threatening to have Feyre train her, or Mother help him, Rhys. And so finally, Cassian relents.

And then… Nesta is flying. Soaring high into the sky over Velaris.

She can only handle a few minutes at a time, but fuck if it doesn’t feel glorious. The world is stretched out below her and she feels like she could control it all from where she swoops and bellows above it. Every time she lands, every time the muscles scream with pain and tiredness, she hates it and forces Cass to help her keep training, keep going because damn it - she is going to master this.

It only takes one time - that first time in the air and Nesta doesn’t know how she can live again if the Cauldron hadn’t given her this gift. Maybe this was the Cauldron’s way of making up for the other awful things it did to her. She doesn’t quite mind.

Minutes eventually stretch into longer episodes. An hour. Then a few. Until she can fly just as long as Cassian. He wouldn’t be surprised if she could go longer than him.

But it’s a struggle getting there. Her wings are so large and her body has become one hell of a beast to support up in the air. And all Nesta wants to do for months on end is fly. So naturally, Cassian finds himself on the receiving end of many an endless, salty landing with Nesta.

“Again,” she snaps at him.

“Nesta,” and it’s a warning.

Nesta swivels on her feet and those wings flex behind her, Nesta’s own brand of warning. “I said, again.”

Cassian crosses his arms with a wide berth at his legs and tosses one of those taunting little smiles she both loathes and adores. “You didn’t say please.”

But Nesta doesn’t back down. Not by a long shot. She doesn’t even stand still. She takes two great strides bridging the distance between them and leans right up into his face as far as she can on the tips of her toes, her leathers groaning around her body as she reaches. “You didn’t earn it, sweetheart,” she snarls. “I want to go again.”

He knows she’ll kill him if he lets out the chuckle he has locked inside his chest. So instead, he gently grips her shoulders and leans down until their foreheads are almost touching.

And thank the Mother she doesn’t pull away from that touch.

“Nesta,” he says. “You just flew for an hour straight. That’s farther than you’ve ever come before and Cauldron, I’m proud. But you need to rest. I’m not joking when I say you could kill yourself if you go too far.” His hands slide slowly, sweetly from her shoulders to her neck until he cups her face, but Nesta feels so tight - so tense in that hold. His little spitfire in all that raging spirit always. It makes him feel light as air. “I’d really prefer it if you didn’t die, hmm?”

Nesta’s eyes soften for just a moment, her shoulders slumping. She dances up on the tips of her toes again and Cassian thinks she might lean into him finally, maybe even kiss him the way she sometimes does after she’s been flying for the day and the wind has left her breathless and she takes Cassian home to discover entirely new ways of feeling the rush flying creates in them both…

But just when her lips graze his own, Nesta teases out, “I said again, Commander,” and Cassian curses, “So we go again.” And Nesta can tell by how close they’re standing that Cassian’s other Illyrian skills are kicking into overdrive.

He takes a great breath, adjusting his stance and likely certain other parts beneath his pants, but releases his hold on her. “Alright, Ness. We go again.”

They do. And with the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin, it is heaven.

Cassian insists they limit themselves to ten more minutes only.

So naturally, Nesta flies for twenty.

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“[…] When-when I think, Archie of where I feel safest and most myself… I think of us, in a booth at Pop’s.” 

“Me too” 

“But that’s not true anymore, I thought I could pretend this weekend didn’t happen, but… I can’t give you the answer you want. That’s what you said to me and that’s how I feel right now, I’m sorry.”