and I wondered what it must be like for her seeing her walk around in a scarf

Breathe

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,361

Cassie’s Classics Challenge - “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Gone with the Wind @death2thevirgin

Summary: A family gathering at the Winchester household turns into an embarrassing mess for Dean and the reader. 


“Ha! Suck it, Winchester!” You boast obnoxiously, dancing around Sam in a circle. You just won the third air hockey game in a row and the feeling of victory never gets old.

“Just wait, Y/N. You’re awesome at air hockey but everyone knows you’re shitty at pool. And I can’t wait to kick your little ass!” Crouching down to your level, Sam condescendingly pats the top of your head with a shit eating grin.

“I can’t wait to see that, Sammy. Honestly. We all know you need some confidence…since that hot girl Erica shot you down. Must hurt the ego.” You giggle at his bitch face before bolting out of the game room. You may be ridiculous but you’re not crazy, Sam’s go to move when annoyed is chucking his drink at you.

Growing up across the street from the Winchester family has equipped you to easily deal with the two brothers in any scenario. It definitely comes in handy knowing which buttons to push.

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Knitworthy

Prompt/Summary: A little something for all of my knitters out there (and crocheters)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff in a knit hat

Word Count: 1347

Author’s Note:

Originally posted by 13roots

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Southern Motherf*cking Democratic Republicans (Jefferson x Madison x Burr x Reader)

Words: 1600+

Request: psst hey soulmate au with one of southern motherfucking democratic republicans? 😉

Warnings: Nope

A/N: Hope ya like it anon! (and everyone else!) I apologize for taking so long, college’s been a b*tch


The universe was unfair.

It was said that everyone would meet their soulmate at 18. And for the most part, it was true. The distinct tattoo that everyone had would glow red and hurt whenever they bumped into the love of their lives, and happily ever after. Of course, the ones that did not, their tattoos would fade. It was usually due to their soulmate dying or their soulmate giving up on love. It was not common, but it did happen. Those were all the cases that you heard, so you wondered why it was so different for you.

You were 27, and it’s been almost ten years since you were supposed to meet them. Ten years of wondering when your tattoo would fade, ten years of hoping that you would just bump into them while walking into the bathroom or buying groceries.

Ten years of anticipation.

You tried your best not to give up on the idea of love. But it was hard, it was so difficult. You stared at the snake on your arm. It started at the tip of your pointer finger and curled all the way around your arm, your shoulder, and ended at the corner of your left ear. It was beautiful.

But it did not cover the whole in your heart, the need to see whose tattoo matched yours. But you did, cover it, hid it from your coworkers and other colleagues. It was for the best. At least, that’s what you convinced yourself.

You walked into the auditorium, readying yourself for the speech that was about to take place. Your boss required you to attend, and to interview the men that spoke afterword. They called themselves “The Southern Democratic Republicans”, and you scoffed when you heard the words. Did they think they were the founding fathers or something?

It was about the research into soulmates, and how the process actually worked. You couldn’t hide the fact that you were interested in hearing their results, despite their ridiculous name.

“Y/N, did you see their pictures?” Your friend, Eliza, whispered. She already found her soulmate, Alexander Hamilton. You haven’t met him yet, but you were told that he was a loud mouth and slightly pompous. It was intriguing how a woman like Elizabeth Schulyer ended up with a man like him. But you saw the glow in her eyes when she mentioned him, and your heart ached.

“Nope, why? Do they look as strange as their name?” You joked, sitting in the first row. She sat next to you, shoving the paper in your hand.

“Hahaha,” she said sarcastically, passing you the pamphlet, “the opposite actually. They’re hot.” You raised your eyebrow at her, and she chuckled, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. “I mean, they’re handsome. But, not as handsome as my Alexander.” She added, winking at you. You rolled your eyes at her, looking down at the paper in your hand.

You looked at the man who appeared first. Thomas Jefferson. His credentials were phenomenal, having several master degrees and even achieved the title of doctor. His hair was wild, curls pointed in every direction. There was a small smirk on his face, like he knew something you didn’t. You noticed he was wearing a turtleneck in the picture, and you were curious. Was he trying to hide something?

The next man was James Madison. He had several degrees as well, but most were bachelors. He was as handsome as the man before, his expression emotionless. His hair was short, and he wore a suit, with a scarf covering his neck.

The last, but not least, was Aaron Burr. He was grinning fully in his picture, in a suit and tie. His hair was short as well, and his credentials were amazing, competing with Jefferson’s. There was a camera glare in the picture, making it seem like his head was floating over his torso.

Eliza nudged you, bringing your attention to the stage ahead of you. “Hey, I know they’re good-looking, but wouldn’t it be better to see them in real life?” She whispered, and before you could give her an answer, the lights dimmed down, and the white screen came down.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we would like you to give a warm welcome to The Democratic Republicans; Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison!” The crowd clapped loudly, and you wondered if this was some sort of concert. Why is it so loud at a convention?

The men walked out one by one, Aaron Burr appearing first. He waved at the crowd, grinning happily. Next, Thomas Jefferson walked out, nodding at the crowd with a small smile. James Madison was last, holding a tissue to his mouth, waving at everyone. They approached their podium, each of them having one individually. They were all wearing suits, besides Jefferson’s byzantium colored one.

“Oh shit, I was right…” Eliza mumbled, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You giggled, turning back to the stage. You did notice that all of them wore a scarf around their necks, underneath their suits, which was strange to you. You touched the turtleneck you wore with being aware, staring at the men.

“Welcome fellow scientists, lawyers, journalists, and whatever career you may have.” Jefferson started, causing a chuckle from the audience.

“We are here to present to you the idea of soulmates and how it has changed over the course of our lifetime.” Aaron Burr added, looking at his colleague. James coughed.

“We’ve researched most of our lives how soulmates became a concept, and in a few moments, we are going to show you our final findings.” James replied, passing the clicker to Jefferson. Jefferson smiled at his friend, and began the slides.

You wrote down as much information as possible, astonished that they came up with all these new insights on humanity and the tattoos etched on the skin. They were almost complete with their presentation, when they took off the scarfs around their necks. You were too focused on your writing to notice what was actually going on. Everyone in the audience gasped, and Eliza hit you on the arm.

“Look, Y/N! Oh, my gosh…” She mumbled, her eyes staring at you. You pushed your eyebrows together, confused.

“What-“ She turned your head towards the stage, and your eyes widened.

All of the men took off the cloth around their neck, revealing what they were hiding underneath. It showed a snake tattoo on their neck. But that was not the strange part.

“As you can see, we all have the same tattoo around our neck. We were not sure why this happens, but maybe it is because we all have the same soulmate.” Jefferson said, glancing at his friends.

“We thought that we were soulmates, but the tattoo did not glow or burn.” James added.

“So, we began researching this topic, since this has never happened before in the history of mankind. That there was more than one person we were meant to be with.” Aaron added.

Their tattoos were the same as yours. You heart beat quickened, realizing what was going on. You felt the skin on the left side of your body burn, and you pulled up your sleeve violently, revealing the red glow in the dark theatre. Your arm was shaking, and you felt a giant weight on your shoulder.

“What the hell?” You heard Thomas say. There were numerous gasps in the audience.

You looked back up to the stage, and all their tattoos were as red as yours. You quickly pulled your sleeve down, not wanting them to notice.

What were you doing? Did you not want to find your soulmate? You heard your mind say, but you ignored it.

“Our soulmate, they must be here. They must be in this room!” Aaron exclaimed, looking out into the crowd.

You had to leave, and it had to be quick. Before they noticed the glow of red on your arm and the pained look on your face. Eliza looked back at you glaring your things, and shook her head.

“Don’t leave them.” She whispered. “Don’t regret their love.” Her eyes were disapproving of you, wanting you to stop your mad dash. You disregarded her discontentment, and shoved your papers in your bag.

“Does anyone have the same tattoo as us? Please, show yourself!” Jefferson yelled, scanning the audience. There were murmurs around, the people in the crowd looking back and forth for the missing soulmate. You took this time to jump out of your seat, running to the exit.

“Hey!” You heard Aaron yell, but you ignored, almost making it to the door. You glanced back, seeing the three men leaping off the stage, their eyes on you. It was hard to run when your arm was in pain, but you ignored it, pushing through the doors.

You ended up in a packed lobby, bumping into everyone that was in your way. You heard protests and insults being thrown at you, but you just need to get away from all of this.

You needed to think about what this means.

“Please, just wait!” You heard James yell, and you froze, your body unable to move. You tried to run forward, but for some reason, it wouldn’t budge.

Your body would not let you leave your soulmates behind.

You turned around, coming face to face with the three men that were just on stage. Aaron was out of breath, leaning down. James was staring at you, in awe. Thomas smiled at you, and your heart warmed.

“So, you’re our soulmate?” James said, holding out his hand. You shook it. The glow on your arm lessened, but was still as bright as the sun. Thomas held out his hand next, and you shook it as well, your fingers tingling. The pain went away from the tattoo, and you sighed in relief. It still glowed wildly. Burr was the last, holding yours a bit longer than the rest. The glow immediately dissipated after that, leaving you four to stare at each other in amazement. After a few seconds of this, you cleared your throat.

“So, um, how are we going to fix this?” You whispered. They all looked at each other, and then at you.

“I guess we’ll have to share you.” Thomas grinned wickedly. You sighed, staring at the three in front of you.

You were always told; two is better than one. Who knew that it would double?

anonymous asked:

Companions get dared to turn sole on without touching them

Hey guys, this is my first ask so I hope it’s okay, even though it’s super long! ~Admin Shadow

Companions Turning on Sole without Touching Them

Cait: Right away Cait got a wicked little grin on her lips as Sole’s gaze trained on her. Oh, she had caught Sole staring at her tits a few times and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let them off easy. Even through her corset she started pushing her perky breasts up and letting them fall. She ran one of her fingers around her nipple in a loose circle before she said, “Eh, Sole, you might wanna close that mouth of yours. Don’t want anyone mistaking you for a mouth breather.” Sole turned a rosy shade as they quickly closed their mouth to hid their slack-jawed expression.

Codsworth: “Mum/Sir, is this really necessary?” He let out a sigh before he said, “I’m completely in the nude, if I must digress.” Sole started bursting into a fit of chuckles before Codsworth finally said he had at least made an attempt. 

Curie: “Do… Do I have to, missure?” She was so embarrassed. She started chewing nervously on her bottom lip and stumbling over her words, she was completely oblivious to Sole watching her lips. Finally Sole said that she needed to stop otherwise they wouldn’t be responsible for what happened next.

Danse: The Paladin was red in the face but he knew exactly what to do to get Sole panting. He still couldn’t believe he was doing it, but he slowly unzipped his Brotherhood uniform down to his waist exposing his toned chest. Making eye contact with Sole once and seeing their warm and lusty gaze was enough before he quickly zipped his uniform back up and tried to hid in embarrassment.

Deacon: Right away Deacon started laughing, because he knew exactly what got Sole all hot and bothered. He had caught them peeping on him changing his outfit more than a few times, so right away he started stripping all slow, first starting with his white t-shirt before he shimmied out of his jeans that went up to his ankles. He dropped each piece of clothing in a neat little pile and kept asking if it was hot in here or if it was just him, which caused Sole’s face to light up a blistering red. Sole finally begged him to get his clothes back on before they couldn’t control themselves any longer. 

Dogmeat: He just started hopping around barking, and wagging his tail almost unable to contain his excitement, but that was basically all he did before Sole walked over that started to pet behind his ears.

Hancock: Oh, Hancock got this shit eating grin on his face like he has been waiting a long time for this moment. Instantly, he took one of his fingers into his mouth and sucked on the digits until there was a distinct pop each time he pulled his fingers out. Then he took to licking his forefinger up and down, in a slow, methodical pattern, all while sending Sole a steamy stare. After a few seconds he started laughing from Sole’s ragged breathing and wide eyes, he told them he would be happy to demonstrate his technique later.

MacCready: He was blushing before he even approached Sole, leaving just an inch between his mouth and their ear. “You always tell me I have a smartass mouth, boss, so let me show you some other uses for it,” he whispered hoarsely into Sole’s ear before backing away. He had heard Sole’s breathing become irregular, and that’s when he knew his words had really gotten through to them. MacCready had flushed cheeks, and was definitely not willing to admit how much that had affected him.

Nick: The detective sighed and Sole had mentioned many a times about how much they enjoyed his voice. Nick rolled his eyes a little before finally saying “Doll, let me take you on a night out, I promise I’ll show you a ‘good time’.” Nick refused to make eye contact with Sole for a long time after that, he was ashamed he had even played along.

Piper: When they first met, Sole hadn’t been able to keep their eyes off her ass. So Piper waltzed up to Sole with a little sway in her hips and turned her self around and put both hands on her ass and ran palms up and down each cheek. “You okay, Blue?” She asked as Sole’s face turned a violent shade of red, as if they had forgot how to breath.

Preston: Preston gave Sole a sideways smirk and tugged his scarf from around his neck with one hand, while the other furiously worked in undoing the buttons on his jacket. He let it fall to the floor as he exposed sinew muscle under dark skin. “I knew you were curious, General.” Sole couldn’t stop staring until Preston laughed and put back on his jacket.

Strong: “Turn human on? Strong not know what that mean! Does it help find milk of human kindness?”

X6-88: He right away asked if this was absolutely necessary and how this would benefit them? Finally, after standing there and debating whether this was worth his time, he caved and strode up to Sole. He left very little personal space between them before saying “I like how your ass looks in that Vault Suit, Ma'am/Sir, maybe I’ll get to see it fully one day.” X6 quickly turned around and backed off leaving Sole more shocked than anything.

Maxon: He didn’t let a single emotion show as he marched up to Sole with his hands firmly behind his back. His normally regal voice was rougher than usually as he said, “Knight, I expect you in my quarters at 2100 hours for that full body inspection. If you’re even a minute late, I might have to think of a creative punishment.” Maxon actually winked and turned around leaving Sole desperately wondering what would happen if they were late.

Gage: “Aww, boss, don’t get all blushy on me now.” Was the first thing Gage said as he got really close to Sole, so close that Sole could feel the heat radiating from the raider’s skin. “Boss, normally I don’t like saying this stuff but, I wanna pin you to the wall and have my way witcha.” Gage let out a low chuckle and stepped back to look at his handy work as Sole gasp.

Ada: “I do not register what you mean by ‘turned on?’ You seem to be functioning quite well.”

Boss!AU - Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3, Part 4

Time for the final part! This is actually my favourite part! It’s more fluffy than the other parts and I can’t leave the characters alone for too long so I’m sure we’ll dip in to the universe in the future again! I hope you like it - thank you for all the lovely comments I’ve had since starting it x

“Harry?” You speak down the phone after arriving in the office. It’s like a blizzard outside, raining and windy, and the last thing you need is your phone ringing when you’ve barely taken your coat off. You have his spilt hot coffee over your hand, and your clothes underneath are wet from the rain too; not quite the same weather as New York just last week. Harry had let you take Thursday and Friday off as a thank you for working the previous weekend so you’d spent the past four days with your phone switched off and holed up in your flat with takeaways and movies in between sleeping off the jet lag.

Your flat mate had flittered in and out in between seeing her boyfriend and she spent most of her time at the weekends with him now, which you were more than happy to see her do (and it gave you the flat to yourself), and you hoped you might have the same soon, if Harry would only make up his mind about whether he wanted something serious or not. You understand he has more to think about than most men his age, with his four year old son in the picture, and being the number one priority in his life, obviously, but you’ve decisions to make yourself. On the screen of your laptop is a draft contract from one of Harry’s rivals sitting in your emails, all you have to do is read through, get back to them with any adjustments, sign it, and you’d be free to sleep with Harry without fear of anybody finding out and frowning upon it.

Shit, it did sound sordid when you put it like that. Sleep with him? Be his assistant-with-benefits?

“Hey…” he sounds breathless, as if he’s running late. “Listen, I wouldn’t ask yeh if I didn’t need to bu’ I need a favour from yeh?”

You sigh, placing the coffee on the desk and pulling your hair away from your neck, the phone safely nooked between your shoulder and ear as you did so, and tried to do open up the place as he speaks. “What is it?”

“Sam’s sick.”

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Release and Relief (Part 1 of 2)

Summary: Dean and Rowena have an arrangement that gives them both what they need.

Warning: dom!Rowena, sub!Dean, being restrained during sex, blow job, thigh riding and face riding

Word Count: 3500

A/N: I got an ask about Dean x Rowena and had never really thought about them before. I was instantly inspired to write them, and this happened. It ended up being long enough for me to break it into two parts. Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO


Every now and then, when even the huge bunker seems too small to hold the two of them together for any long period of time, Sam and Dean take off on their own. It’s an old tradition, something they’ve done since they were old enough to get away, taking a week here and there when motel rooms became claustrophobic, when someone had just one too many irritating habits for them to coexist peacefully.

This time, Sam has taken off to some cabin where he can hole up and read or whatever it is he does while he eats his organic fruits and vegetables.

And Dean? Well, Dean is sitting in a tiny motel room, drinking and waiting.

Waiting for Rowena.

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Speak- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Okay, so I read this request and had something in mind that followed it perfectly. But as I wrote, it kind of morphed into something different and this is what came out. I hope the anon that requested it doesn’t mind too much! Anyways, part three of the Alone Together series will be out tomorrow. Enjoy. 

Request from Anon:  Id like to make a request A remus lupin smut where they’re doing it in the shrieking shack and the other marauders go to find remus and find him there.

Warning: SMUT

Originally posted by lovershub

You’ve been with him for a year. You’ve been with the person you loved most in this entire world for a whole rotation around the sun. You have been blissfully in love with Remus John Lupin for an entire year. Things couldn’t be better.

So, for your anniversary you’d thought you’d surprise him with a scavenger hunt. You wanted him to remember everything you had given him, and him to you. You wanted him to remember how happy you made him, and hopefully he’d know how happy you will be.

The first note was left by his bedside. It was a neatly folded letter that explained exactly what this Saturday would entail for him. He would have to go through the past year with you to find the present– technically his present.

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you can't deny you're looking for the sunset

Admittedly, the first thing he thinks of when Beth tells him of the opportunity in National City is not the promise of growth. It’s not putting Biomax at the forefront, in the spotlight where he’s tried to hold them in for years.

(Just one breakthrough, that’s all he needed.

Years of modifying and rethinking, and then-

Then it happened in a matter of months that he can barely recall past a blur.)

It’s Lena Luthor.

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A warm night

Lights flickered in the midst of a solemn and tranquil night in London. Fireflies shone brightly and proudly in the night, dazzling districts of the barely visible sky. The moon was a spec of light that faintly glistened at the peaceful city below. The city had tiny glimpses of snow and the grass that sprouted in a splendid lush color now froze and grew into a pearly white shade. The wind ceased its quiet whispering and it seemed as if time stopped.

That would be if it weren’t for two people.

The towering sapphire eyed girl transformed into an ordinary young Londoner shivering in the freezing cold. Her petite hair, which reached until her ears, swayed in the wind gently as she walked towards a bench with a can of hot chocolate. She shuffled the scarf on her neck and tucked it tightly so she could snuggle her face underneath it.

The young woman brushed her knees against each other and warmed her hands with the hot can she held. Gradually, she then opened the can and drank a sip of the hot chocolate. Satisfied, she sighed in relief and a transparent smoke released into the air. She gazed up above and admired the atmosphere she was in; the soft sound of her hair gently moving made her perk up the edges of her mouth in happiness. It was another long day for this young woman, surprisingly longer than any other.

Her gaze traveled towards the lamp that flickered as though it was on the verge of dying out. Then it suddenly shut and the apricot beam that brightened her face was gone. A tiny source of light approached her way and the girl gasped in excitement. She rose up and tried to touch the firefly slowly. The firefly then wandered towards another street lamp, where the navy haired woman followed. Her focus was right at the firefly and she was amazed at the sight.

That was where she bumped into someone. The woman jumped back in surprise and stared up at a slender and lanky blonde haired man. His face was illuminated by the street lamp that trapped them both. The blonde man had flashing turquoise eyes that struck right through the shivering girl’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?” The young man questioned worriedly as his expression softened.

The young blue eyed woman was surprised as she saw his face. “Adrien?” she muttered, slightly tilting her head to the right.

“Oh, uh how do you know my name…? Ah! Are you a fan by chance? Nice to meet-” Adrien asked awkwardly as he lifted one of his hands to shake with hers.

The young woman gasped and untightened the scarf that covered half of her face. “No, no It’s me Marinette” She said happily and smiled.

Adrien’s eyes grew wide and he covered his mouth unconsciously. “WOAH! Marinette ah sorry I couldn’t recognize you because the light was so bright. Why are you out so late anyways? Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Oh trust me, I’ll be fine, plus I was just on my way home so its fine” Marinette smirked at the worried blonde, blushing slightly at the edges of her ears.

Marinette then saw the floor and stared blankly at her hot chocolate spilled on the ground. She hesitantly kneeled down to pick it up, only to gaze at it in dismay. “My hot chocolate….”

Adrien kneeled down surprised. “It must of spilt when we bumped into each other…” He stopped in the middle of his sentence to see Marinette’s face obviously stating:

No shit Sherlock

“… Why don’t I buy you another one?” Adrien quickly said while picking Marinette and himself on their feet.

“Oh no, it’s fine I can live without it” Marinette said while continuing her stare down with the can of hot chocolate.

“No! I must make up for it, come on let’s go get one” Adrien cheerfully said whilst he took her wrist and dragged her to a vending machine around the corner of the street.

Adrien who was unfamiliar with vending machines stared at it while squinting, wondering what the hell he should do. Marinette caught on to the situation, remembering that he has been served drinks instead of this. Marinette clicked the number which had the hot chocolate and gestured Adrien to insert the £1.50 in the machine. She kneeled down and took the hot chocolate, warming up her hands.

“This is really warm; you can warm your hands with this” Marinette handed the hot chocolate to Adrien.

“No its fine, I have gloves” Adrien lifted his hands next to his ears revealing his Navy blue leather gloves.

“Try it at least, you’ll feel warmer, I get this usually when I forget my gloves” Marinette chuckled as she grabbed Adrien’s hand gently and placed the can on it. “Warm right?” she questioned.

“It sure is” Adrien nodded and gazed at her pale prolonged fingers fidget in her pocket. “But I think you need this more than me” He smiled gently as he gave back the can of hot chocolate. “Oh also take this too, I have plenty at home” Adrien spoke as he took of his gloves, stacking them on top of each other, and giving it to her in one hand.

“Thank you, I’ll repay you when we meet again” Marinette grinned as she tucked her face back into her scarf out of shyness.

Marinette gradually reached her fingers into the glove, which was a size bigger, and held the hot chocolate while sipping a bit from time to time. They walked together only inches apart as Adrien suggested walking her home no matter how many times she refused.  The night was subtle and tranquil; it was like the whole world disappeared before them.

Their breath was transparent and could be seen while they walked together. Adrien shuffled his hands in his pockets, trying to keep it warm. He slightly ducked his head so that his ears could be warmed by the warm wool of his coat. Adrien peeked a look at Marinette, anxious because of the deadly silence that filled the air. His eyes grew misty as he gazed at her. He gazed with somber and wistful eyes like he had been watching her for all these years with those same eyes. Marinette slightly turned her head to sneak a peek at Adrien as well and by then he was staring at the concrete. She stared as a strand of his blonde hair slid down to hover over his eye. Marinette hesitantly looked at her hand and took off the glove on her right hand. She unconsciously stopped Adrien by gripping onto his left arm.

“Oh ah… Your hair” Marinette mumbled as she stepped towards him.

Marinette reached to brush her pale hand against his hair, and gradually hid it behind his ear. Adrien who was startled glanced at her eyes as she suddenly brushed his hair. His hands crawled out of his pocket and reached each side of her face. Adrien’s breath grew a bit heavy as he stared into her eyes.

So familiar, these eyes are so familiar.

Marinette struck up by surprise as he held her face and looked at his eyes stunned. Her eyes were wide in bewilderment and her heart skipped beats and grew louder.

“Adrien..?” She finally spat out quietly.  

Adrien was confused and flustered but he didn’t let go, and he didn’t want to let go.

“Who… are you?” Adrien spoke as his breath appeared in the air. His voice sounded so weak and curious and scared. He drew her closer to him, their faces centimeters apart. Adrien’s eyebrows furrowed as he spoke and his eyes wouldn’t withdraw.

“Are you her….” His voice grew heavier. “The one … who I’ve been looking for?” His hand twitched and her hair drew back behind her ears, he glanced at her earrings and his eyes grew wider than before.

Marinette gasped as she realized her ears were revealed. She got out of his grasp and walked back gradually clenching onto her shirt. Her teeth shivered as her hair curtained her shocked face.

“Ladybug?”

Adrien’s broad voice struck her in agony. She jolted at the name and raised her face to meet his.

“No! No Adrien why would you think I’d be Ladybug? I’m weak and quiet; you especially know that, so haha, why would I be Ladybug?! Adrien-”

Adrien grabbed her shoulders and closed the gap between them. There was no distance between them anymore. His lips locked with hers underneath the sky full of fireflies. The silence of London was finally back and tiny specs of snow were passed down from the sky.

Although the night was frigid and quiet, the warmth between them was much more to keep them from being cold.

- A short shitty piece by moi

It’s easier to do a scenery of London because it’s where i live so yeah :)

Remember - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Prompt requested by Anon: Could you do a Liam’s imagine, where instead Stiles being taken by ghosts riders is the reader and everyone forgets her, and Liam start to feel that something/someone missing in his life (she’s his gf) and when he finally can remember her the pack’s going to save her and the reader and Liam have a beautiful moment and she says him that she knew he would remember her and come will come to save her and he says her that he’s always remember her o something like that? and a fluff end :)

Word Count: 5,564 (I got a bit carried away.🙈)

Warnings: Being kidnapped, mentions of a boner, 

Author’s Note:  Y/L/N = Your last name.

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by kissingsprayberry

The day after

The end of a floral scarf hung off the shelf of Liam’s locker as he opened it. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion, wondering whose scarf that belonged to and what it was doing in his locker. He pulled it out and wrapped it loosely around his hand and pulled it to his nose, inhaling deeply to catch a scent. It had a hint of perfume, but he didn’t recognize it.

“Nice scarf,” Mason spoke up as he walked up to his best friend with Corey and Hayden. “Not exactly your color though.”

Liam rolled his eyes at Mason before looking at Hayden. He offered her the scarf, “did you leave this in my locker?”

Hayden shook her head. “That’s not mine and truthfully, pink and flowers aren’t my thing.”

Liam looked down at the scarf as he pulled it away from Hayden. “If it’s not yours, then whose is it?”

“Lydia? Maybe Kira?” Corey offered. Liam shook his head, knowing it didn’t belong to either of them.

“Ooooooor maybe it was a girl who likes you!” Mason said enthusiastically. “Maybe she somehow got your locker combination and left it there for you to smell and sniff her out. You know like an adorable puppy finding their owner after playing hide and seek,” Mason rambled, earning a snort from Corey and a giggle from Hayden.

Liam’s eyes furrowed, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. “Where the hell do you come up with these ideas?”

“What?” Mason gave him a ‘bro, seriously?’ look as if his theory wasn’t stupid and was in fact a real hypothesis. “Everyone in school knows about you since you wolfed out in front of everyone at the lacrosse game last year. It shouldn’t be surprising if that’s why a girl left it there.” He said in a matter of fact tone.

Liam tossed the scarf back in his locker and gave it a second look. Something about the scarf told him he should hold on to it. His eyes flickered to the inside of the locker door. There were four magnets aligned in a perfect rectangle shape, as if it was holding up the corners of a picture. Except, there wasn’t a picture. It was just his locker. His eyes scanned the door, almost trying to figure out what’s missing.

He pushed the thought back and snapped back to reality. He closed his locker and shook his head at his best friend, remembering his previous statement. “Sometimes I really question what goes through your head, Mason." 

"Hey!” Mason said defensively, obviously hurt.

“I think it’s adorable,” Corey smiled as they walked to their next class together, biology. 

“Are you going to find out who the scarf belongs to?” Hayden asked Liam.

Liam shrugged his shoulder. “Nah, I got other things to worry about. I got a big game Friday night.” Liam sat down in his seat and pulled out the things he needed for biology.

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Blindside

Summary: When Lucy agreed to go on a blind date she hadn’t been expecting, well, this. A valentine dedicated to my followers.

Rating: T

AN: This wasn’t what I planned on giving you for a valentine but the other one started to turn a tad angsty and you all deserve some fluff from me for once. ;D Hope everyone had a wonderful day full of love (whether it be romantic, platonic, or even self). 

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Lucy evaluated her reflection in the store window thoughtfully. Not a single blonde hair was out of place, but she found herself lightly running her hands over the loosely curled strands just in case there was any frizz she missed. Her make up was impeccable (as it should be considering she spent over forty–five minutes agonizing over it), and the little black halter dress she had finally decided on (another hour long process) clung to her curvy body in all the right places.

She looked good. Damn good. 

She smiled at the thought, but immediately sobered back into a fit of nerves when she recalled exactly why she was dressed up in the first place. Down the street, sitting innocently on the corner, was a busy restaurant with a single man sitting at a table, waiting for her. A man who she was apparently suppose to find from a white scarf.

Lucy had half a mind to just turn around and go back to her apartment. This whole thing was completely ridiculous and she didn’t know why she had ever listened to those twins Gem and Mini when it came to her love life. Blind dates never turned out well for anyone. It was like the unwritten rule in the dating world. So exactly why she had spent hours on her appearance for a night that was ultimately doomed to be a complete disaster was completely beyond her, but she had a feeling that the twins insistence that the person they were setting her up with was ‘perfect for her’ probably had something to do with it. 

A sigh passed her glossed lips, fogging up the glass of the lovely shoe display. Maybe she should just go shopping – those pink stilettos in the corner there were incredibly cute. She could totally rock them. 

Of course, then Gem and Mini would never let her hear the end of it.

The thought of their echoed words of infinite frustration immediately had her stepping away from the (oh so tempting) display and towards the restaurant at the corner. One night of disaster would be better than a lifetime of nagging from those two. Being that they were both actors, they had the annoying habit of impersonating close friends, especially when said friend had done something silly or stupid. It was hilarious most of the time, their impersonations were always spot on which made it even funnier, but the joke wasn’t quite so amusing when it was her lack of dating prowess on front and center stage.

Checking her phone before she stepped through the restaurant doors, she reread the message Gem had sent her. 'He will be at Rainbow Sakura Restaurant at 6pm wearing a white scarf and sitting at a table for two. Have fuuuuuun!’ It was five after now (was fashionably late still fashionable?) so if this mystery man had any kind of manners he should be in there. Waiting for her. 

God, tonight was going to be awful. She just knew it. 

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*Blind Date* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

I got so excited when I saw that requests were open because I love your writing and I’ve been patiently waiting for them to be open again! Could you do one where Tine sets reader and Newt up on a blind date? Reader and Newt were best friends (and secret crushes) in Hogwarts before Newt got expelled. Tina thinks they’re perfect for each other (but she doesn’t know they know each other) Then when they finally meet after all those years, they confess the feelings they’ve had for each other.

Newt plopped down at the table and yawned. He was absolutely exhausted from caring for his creatures the last few hours and couldn’t wait to relax after some dinner.

“Working hard down there?” Jacob shot Newt a friendly smile. Newt nodded as he reached over to grab his cup of water. 

“You need more human interaction, buddy.” 

“Yeah! When was the last time you went on a date, honey?” Queenie’s eyes lit up as she asked her question and Newt almost choked on his drink.

“Yeah, when was the last time you went on a date?” Tina turned to look at the now blushing wizard. Newt tilted his head low and tried to avoid making eye contact. 

“I… I don’t know the first thing about dating….”

“We can help you with that, honey!”

“Come to think of it,” Tina shifted a bit closer to Newt before continuing, “There’s this new girl who just started a few weeks ago at MACUSA and she’s from London. She’s super sweet and I think you two could really hit it off.”

Newt pushed his food around on his plate, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of all eyes being on him. 

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amortentia [young!tom riddle x reader] pt.4

premise:  En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie. [In her beauty rests (both) my death and my life]
Tom Marvolo Riddle never fancied anyone - to be fair, he did not think he could. Though, an encounter on his first train to Hogwarts had left a deep impression that he very much could love someone, though if that someone could love him with all of his secrets was a different question, one that he was eager to find out yet was awfully curious of. You always intrigued him. From the very first day the two of you met, to the very last…

tagging: @cheshirecatbyul @junieyes ( if anyone else wants to be tagged, please let me know!)

warnings: angst, disturbing themes, fluff, blood

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4. a lesson in language

En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie.

The trip is long and tedious; puddles lay waste on the road, small rocks sticking to your black robe, its edges already dotted with small patches of mud as are your shoes. The rest of the students face a similar problem – girls yelp and giggle and grasp the hems of their coats and skirts tighter, the few teachers that accompany are quick to discipline them for showing too much leg. The weather is harsh, no sun, just dark grey clouds and a breeze that curls the glossed locks of your hair and pinches your cool cheeks and nose red.

You and Tom walk together, a bit further back, watching the excited hoard of students as they seem in an unruly rush to Hogsmede. You pull your scarf closer, letting the wool scratch your face and tickle your neck. Some girls glance back at the two of you, narrow their eyes at you and look away again; the two of you stand at a distance, enough for all to understand that you are merely two friends enjoying a conversation about the weather. Tom is missing his usual group of friends and you are happier than you are willing to admit – he looks livelier without them, rather than being a simple addition he stands out perfectly as his own person. His focus on you varies – at times he watches closely, mapping your face, the cupid’s bow of your lips and the wink of your lashes…Other’s he is completely immersed in Ruth’s flaring skirt or the teacher’s nagging voice.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs, and you almost don’t catch him. Tilting your head softly to the side, you trace his paled face with striking precision; perhaps he notices, since the corner of his lips curls into a knowing smile, “What does it mean?” A spurge of pride heats your chest and you take your next step with a light jump, fighting the grin that is about to pull on your rosy lips. You look away from him, pretending to think, to let the silence stretch, to leave just a pinch of mystery.

“Maurice Scève, a famous French poet once wrote so about his mistress…” You start, “And it is also considered to be one of the most romantic sayings in the world.” At this your gazes lock. A breath catches in the back of your throat as your heart makes a sudden, uncoordinated leap forward. His eyes are enchanting, stunningly accurate in detail and brighter than anything you have yet seen today. It is more than distracting, strangely it makes everything around him blur – the scenery, the chatter, even the strands of his hair…

A whistle blows. Your shoulders jerk and you glance away. Tom smiles. Ruth is yelled at again. Two kids bump your shoulder lightly as they rush forward.

“…I just like the way it’s pronounced…” You mumble, “En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie. In her beauty rests both my death and my life.” You smile shyly, “See, it’s the ma mort…My death, and ma vie…My life. Such profound devotion…”

“Are you well versed in French?”

You are quiet for a moment, “I suppose, yes. My mother… made me learn it when I was younger.”

“What else did she make you learn?”

“Nothing of real interest.” You say, “I was an avid reader, though. She insists it was because she used to read me La Belle et la Bête.” You smile at the memory, “It was my absolute favourite…Do you know of it?”

“I’m afraid I do not.”

“It’s a fairy-tale. About a girl trapped in a castle by a terrible beast. Each night he comes to her as asks her to marry him…And each night she says no, until finally she says yes…” You trail off, “Then he turns into a prince. My mother said it was based on a true story.”

“And all this, in French?”

“Of course.” He narrows his eyes at you, though subtly, you barely notice the change, “It’s in my family, you see. I was supposed to attend Beauxbatons.”

“Why didn’t you?”

You turn away. You fingertips numb from the cold and you curse the leather gloves that you wear. You hook your hands together and bring them to your lips; he watches in silence and wonders what exactly are you thinking. Nothing of real interest, is what you chant in your mind. It is unnerving. You feel like he can see right through you, to the very core of your being and read each and every little snippet of your life, but most of all, the life you want no one to know of. So you smile, like any proper lady should. You feel something dark and icky pool in your stomach. It weighs you down and your shoulders slump lightly. The expression you wear is plastic, but you doubt he can tell.

“It doesn’t matter, really.” You reply, upbeat. “What about you? Do you speak a different tongue?”

He thinks; his eyes shift to the front again into the upcoming contours of the small village. A drop of rain kisses your cheek. Soon more dot the surface of your face. You glance down, see the ripples in muddy puddles and avoid a few by carefully stepping to the right and brushing your shoulder to his. You murmur an apology and don’t keep close. A second whistle pierces the air and it seems to catch Tom off-guard. He blinks owlishly, finally returning his attention back to you.

He leans closer, “Promise not to tell?”

“Mister Riddle and Miss (Lastname)! Do hurry up! And, respectful distance, mind you!”

You are to obey the order, but something about the way he looks at you makes you freeze and ignore it; he doesn’t show any signs of hearing it either. You gulp, your throat itches from the sudden dry-spell and you feel an overwhelming wave of curiosity soak you to the very bone. It shows on your face. You see small versions of familiar doe eyes reflect in his iris. A smile picks at the corner of his lip and you fail to catch any ill intent, even if there was any. Is it a secret? You wonder, For such a look it must be…

The rain hits harsher.

“I promise.”

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You must take shelter when the scenery becomes a blur, the houses distort and even the whistle of the teachers falls flat and quiet in comparison to the humming of rain. Cold water leaks down your lashes and your hair sticks to your skin. You close your eyes when they start to sting and shudder. A warm touch on leather; someone grabs your hand and blinded you follow quickly. A chirp of a bell and warm dry air caress your cheeks and you are promptly pushed into one of the few shops. Cracking. Clanking. A few barks.

Pet shop?

You open your eyes and the warmth leaves you. Tom runs his fingers through his hair and moves forward to the empty counter. You briefly glance back through the small window of the door – it looks like a painting, a mixture of dull grey colours and clear blue. You take off your gloves and shove them into your pockets. You quiver. You are drenched, and he is too you realize, noting the trail of water he leaves in his steps and the one that leaks from your own robe.

The floorboards creak under you, either from your weight or they are simply too rotten to stand anything anymore. A twinge of fear grasps your heart and you stride forward onto the carpet. Fire dances in the stone fireplace, sparkling and glimmering like a small dragon, its light reflecting in glasses and glass trinkets alike. An unusual place to take shelter in, normally you would assume one would run straight to The Three Broomsticks and have a drink of Butterbeer. You shiver, frost glossing over your skin and you move closer to the fireplace as if a moth drawn to its warm flame. Your shoulders jerk once some creature swinging its legs above your head knocks on the ceiling. Letting your hands heat you peak at the various animals lurking in cages – some are proudly displayed by the windows, some are tucked away in the shadows. Perhaps they fear daylight, or perhaps they are too dangerous to see. Tom searches for the owner, and once he is sure he is nowhere near, he turns to you with a grin.

“Do you really want to know?” He asks, already knowing the answer. You nod without second thought, “See, much like you, I could speak it ever since I was little…” He moves further back and it is your cue to follow. You feel less eager than normal to pull away from the pleasant licking flames, but do so anyway, carefully tracing any squeak and jolt if the old floorboards under your feet,  “Except no one taught me.” He stops next to a porcelain glass cage with a small serpent inside – its scales shimmer in the fire light and dot with mellow blue colours of rain. The amber surface is slick; small beady eyes watch your approach curiously and with more hostility than it looks at Tom. Or maybe it is just a trick shadows play. He crouches to it. You refrain from raising a skeptical brow and take a seat next to him, sticking so close that he can feel your shivering. Tom eyes the snake for a moment before turning to you, almost expectantly, like to ask for permission. Unsure, you give a simple nod.

It sounds odd. Slick. Even unnerving perhaps. Unlike most languages it has a feeling. It is odd. That is the only way you can describe it in words: odd. Unruly. Unsafe. Uncomfortable, like something in stuck in your head and you cannot, for the life of you, get it out. Perhaps if it wasn’t Tom, speaking so fluently and clearly, you would have been scared out of your wits. But you are not.

Odd. You feel odd. Like you don’t know how to feel or to react. Surprise? That is one way to put it. Your mind skews with warnings and omens and other historical prophesies, melting into his figure as if he had just absorbed everything you knew about the language of snakes and its bad reputation. How does one react? Quiver in fear? Scream and run away? You were not brought up to do either of those things, and also…You didn’t feel like doing those things either.

He stops, all this time he was watching you closely for any shift in your clear expression but you look no different than just hearing someone read off a line in French. Your focus falls from him to the amber snake, a soft gasp escaping your lips and you lean forward just a bit – the snake spins, going in a circle to catch its own tail. The room goes in vertigo when you stare at it for too long, your mind trying to keep up with your eyes, ears, the erratic beating of your heart.

“You said…” You take a pause to catch your breath, “You can speak Parseltongue ever since you were little.” It isn’t really a question, more like a statement, and Tom nods. You pull away from the snake, awe falling into curiosity once more, “What else can you do?


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Comparing and Wondering: Jay Park

“Y/N I don’t understand how you do it,” my friend, April, says to me from across the table as she stares at her phone.

“Do what?” I question as I move the food on my plate around with the fork.

“Be so trusting of Jay. He’s in a different country releasing these videos of him surrounded by women while you’re here studying 24/7,” April says looking up from her phone.

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[Why I Love] - Chpt. 1

I’m Negan 

Negan x Addison

[Summary: Addison finally meets the man who killed her friends, and he has an offer that she can’t refuse.] 

A/N: Hi guys :3 so  this is chapter 1 of a story I’ve been working. I’ve never posted any of my writing before, but hey there’s a first time for everything right? Hope you like it ^.^ ** chapter 2 has a lot more of Negan :) 

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Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Nothing is the same, not anymore. The people of Alexandria were going about their daily activities but there is no denying the fear in their eyes. Those bastards, they did an excellent job rattling our cage and now we were vulnerable. I hated that we were vulnerable. Losing both Glenn and Abraham put everyone in a grey area. We’re all so disconnected with each other, it’s like everything we’ve been trying so hard to fight for just slipped from our reach.

“Hey” Daryl appeared by side as I made my way back to the house. “You look like you need this” He handed me a chocolate bar, my stomach grumbled at the sight of the purple colored wrapper.

“Thanks” I took it from his hand. A shock ran through my system as I fed my hunger. “Not much luck on the run I heard”

“Nah…but I’m headin’ back out myself. Hopefully I’ll be able to find what ya need” His voice sounded hoarse. I know he must be tired.  

“Take a breather before you do anything ok?”

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Good Girl Ch 26: Birthday Pt 1

“Where are we going?” I ask yet again as Chanyeol drags me behind him.

“It’s a surprise,” He gives me that big beautiful grin of his that makes my heart flutter. I say nothing more as he keeps a tight grip on my hand, we walk threw the busy city streets until we’re standing in front of a little shop. Shopping has never been something I really enjoyed, not to mention I never had the money to do so. My daddies have been buying me everything I’ve needed, I don’t even question it anymore when there is another row of clothes in my already massive closet. But to my surprise it isn’t a clothing store. He leads me into the empty store, we are greeted by barking and meows of the many animals in cages that line the small shops walls.

“Oh my god!” I scream as I run up to the cages to stick my hand threw to pet the fluff balls. Chanyeol is laughing behind me, enjoying the sight of my sudden cuteness. “Daddy look!” I coo when I find a puppy with big, round eyes that seem very familiar. He comes up behind me to see the cute dog, but he grimaces, “What’s that face for? It looks like Soo.”

“No thinking of those idiots for a whole hour, you are mine for now,” He gives me a warm back hug, his face finds its way to the crook in my neck, someplace he enjoys being, regardless of the fact that he has to bend down so far to reach it. We both jump when the cute pup starts barking at the giant. I laugh at the pout on his face as he grumbles, “It’s just like Kyungsoo.”

“Oh look! This one looks like Xiuxiu!” I rush to the cat side to pet the caramel colored kitty.

“What did I just say?”

“Sorry,” I look up at him with a pout, “If I see something that even remotely makes me think of any of you, I get excited.”

That makes the giant smile, “Fine!”

“Good because I see one that reminds me of Baekie,” He follows me eager to see a dog that looks like his favorite brother.

“So cute!” We both scream at the little beagle pup, we accidently scare it with our excitement.

“Can I hold it?” I wonder, scanning the cage I see that it’s unlocked.

He nods, “I had them take the locks off all of the cages so you can play with any animal you want.”

“Yay!” I let the little pup out, setting it on the ground it automatically starts jumping on Chanyeol. “It really is like Baekhyun, he loves you!”

The giant crouches down to pick up the pup, “Hyung would love you!”

“Let me send him a picture! Can I see your phone? I left mine at home,” I hold out my hand expectantly.

He nibbles on his lip for a minute before pulling his phone out of his pocket to hand to me, “No judging, okay?”

I’m confused until I look down at the unlocked screen. A smile spreads across my face at the sight of his wallpaper, there is a picture of Chanyeol cuddling with me while I sleep. “You should send this to me,” I request, he nods sheepishly, embarrassed to be caught with such a cheesy picture. Holding up his phone I take a few pictures, when I’m done I open his gallery to look at the pictures to make sure they aren’t blurry but end up finding dozens of pictures of me and Chanyeol.

“Ya! No looking threw my pictures!” He snatches his phone away, a bright pink blush spreads across his face. We play with all the puppies and kitties until we are covered in fur. We found dogs, or in Xiumin’s case a kitty, that remind us of the others, making sure to send them the pictures of their puppy doppelgangers. After our hour is up Chen comes to the store to get me, his face full of disgust at the sight of my hair-covered clothes.

“You are so lucky I need her to change anyway,” Chen sighs holding out his hand expectantly. I give Chanyeol a quick kiss.

“Happy birthday baby,” He mumbles against my lips, kissing me once more.

“Enough of that, she’s mine now,” Chen scolds. He pulls me into the small bathroom in the back of the store. “I can’t believe Xiumin dressed you in that,” He grumbles to himself as he takes off the cute skirt and stockings I was wearing.

“Tao did it, Xiu had to do stuff for work so he let Tao dress me,” I explain.

Chen nods in understanding, “I should have guessed, Xiumin is pretty good at dressing you for the weather.” He pulls out a pair of black jeans and a thick dark blue sweater. “Better.”

“What are we going to be doing?” I ask as he helps me with my winter jacket, even adding a scarf, gloves, and ear muffs.

“We’re going on a walk threw the near by park.”

Chanyeol is already gone when we come back from the bathroom, a older woman is cleaning and locking all the cages. As soon as we step outside the cold nips at my cheeks, but the rest of me is warm, thanks to all the layers Chen put on me. The walk to the park isn’t far, even covered in snow and ice the view is still beautiful. With our arms locked together we begin our walk in silence for the first few minutes. It’s not an awkward silence, more like peaceful.

“Did you have fun with Chanyeol?” He finally asks after a while.

I nod, “I love animals.”

“I could tell from all the videos Yeol was sending us.”

“How many did he send?”

He chuckles, “At least ten.” We laugh together before falling back into comfortable silence.

“Thank you for being so nice to Jihyo yesterday.”

“She isn’t so bad when Kai and the others aren’t around to start a fight with her. Plus I enjoyed talking with her.”

“Really? What did you talk about?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“And your family,” He adds quietly.

“I told her not to talk about them.”

“Don’t be mad at her, we begged. It was a very interesting argument,” He chuckles at the thought. “She swore a lot, she knows a very long list of cuss words I didn’t even know existed.”

I nod, “I expect nothing less from her.”

“She told me about you getting kicked out.”

I sigh, figuring this would be brought up at some point, “Which time?”

“The week before you came to live with us.”

“Aw yes, the very exciting, I’m an ungrateful bitch, fight.”

“Is that why you didn’t put up a fight when you had to come live with us?”

“Kind of, I didn’t have anything or anyone worth staying there for. I figured if things got worse there is always running away and marrying Jihyo.” I laugh at promise Jihyo and I made to each other when we were younger.

“I heard about that as well, the running-away-to-Paris back up plan.”

“Wow, Ji must like you guys to tell you about that.”

He smiles, “I feel honored.”

“You really should. She has never really approved of guys who liked me.”

“Understandable, especially since I don’t like you. I love you.”

I scoff, “So cheesy.”

“Only for you,” He pulls me into a warm hug. I giggle like an idiot as he spins us around, we loose our balance and end up toppling into the snow still holding each other. He pulls me so I’m laying on top of him, my cold nose makes it’s way to the crook in his neck, like Yeol did to me.

“You’re so warm,” He whispers in my ear. “How can anyone ever be so cold hearted to you?”

“I deserved it.”

“You didn’t deserve to be kicked out of your home,” He almost snarls.

“That place isn’t my home. With you guys is my home. It’s one of the few places I feel like I’m wanted. I have never been so grateful to my sister for kicking me out, if she hadn’t I may have never met you guys.”

He hums a yes, still upset. Laying there is comfortable, regardless of the all the passers by staring at us. After a few minutes he lets out a loud sigh as he shifts us into a sitting position. “We should get something to warm you up. We don’t want you getting sick.”

I shake my head, “That would be a mess.”

He pulls me up with a confused look, “Why?”

Nibbling on my lip I debate on whether or not I should tell him more, but when he refuses to even move I sigh, “When I was younger I got really sick and Jihyo was freaking out because I hadn’t gone to the hospital. She took me to her house where one of her servants took care of me but that didn’t really help. I had to go to the hospital for a while, ever since then she freaks out when I even get a cold. She’s afraid it could get as bad as that time and I could die or something.”

Without a word he drags me along to a coffee shop across the street. The smell of coffee fills me nose, warming me without even drinking any. He walks up to the counter, completely bitch facing the nice looking man at the register as he orders coffee for him and hot chocolate for me. After sitting me down at one of the tables he waits by the counter for our drinks.

“You should have told me,” He grumbles once he returns with two steaming mugs, not even giving me mine until he blows on it a couple times.

I accept the warm mug, sipping the hot drink slowly, “Thank you. I didn’t tell you because it would only make you guys worry.”

“We spent the last thirty minutes wandering around in the cold, you could get sick.” He puts my scarf back on that I had taken off while he was ordering the drinks.

“I haven’t gotten that sick for a while.”

“Drink some more, but not too quickly, you don’t want to get sick.”

I can’t help but laugh at the older man’s worries. We talk some more about school, he has to intern that the company this summer that he is not excited about. All of them have to start going to the company to follow their older brothers around work. I can’t wait to hear the grumbling and groaning about that from Sehun, who is the least excited apparently.

Tao appears at my side a little later, “My turn!”

“Be careful with her Tao, Lay is next and if he sees a mark on her, he will tear you to pieces,” Chen warns.

The taller boy nods, “I know Hyung, I promise to be gentle.”

“What are we doing that you guys are so worried about?” I question as I’m pulled out of my seat. They help me bundle back up before Tao leads me out of the café and down the street. Only a block away we find a little dojo, my brow goes up at the thought of me fighting. I know some self-defense but only from experience and things I saw on TV, so when Tao changes me into work out clothes and stands in front of me telling me to hit him, I’m beyond nervous.

“Come baby, it’s fine,” He holds up his hands expectantly.

“I’ve never fought a fair fight, I don’t hit very hard. So I have to fight dirty.”

I expect him to be insulted as a fighter that I would use dirty moves but he smiles, “That’s great. You do what you have to, even if that means fighting dirty. But now I’m going to teach you what else you can do in bad situations.”

“Are you sure I can hit you?”

He chuckles, “Trust me baby, you won’t hurt me. Now come on, hit my hands, I need to see where you are in strength.”

I nod before attempting to get into a fighting stance with my fists up, he chuckles at my brave face. He enjoys it too much when I epically fail at my weak punches.

“Don’t laugh!” I whine, swinging again in hopes of knocking some sense into him. But like he said, I have no chance at hitting him. He catches both of my hands and pulls me in for a kiss.

“You are just so cute,” He coos.

“Daddy,” I pout.

“I’m sorry baby, I thought I would be able to take this seriously but now that you are actually here, all I want to do is just look at you.”

A blush spreads across my cheeks, “At least teach me one trick.”

“Fine, lets try a kick. First we need to stretch,” There is a mischievous look in his eyes that I try to ignore, even when he lays me down on my back and pulls one of my legs up to my chest. “Wow, you’re a lot more flexible than I thought you were.” His face is only inches away as he press my leg up straight. He switches to the other leg, getting just as close so I can feel his breath on my face. We sit across from each other, our feet touching, we pull each other back and forth, making small talk about school and other nonsense. After a lot more stretches, sexual innuendos about my flexibility, and lingering hands he finally lets me try.

“Higher,” I demand when he hold out his hand at his waist, requesting that I kick it.

“Start here,” He says firmly. I obey, kicking his hand easily. He lifts his hand only a little higher, and we repeat this until he reaches his shoulder.

“Come on,” I whine once more.

“That’s high enough.”

“I can go higher!”

He huffs before holding his hand out higher than my head. I take a step back to prepare myself, thinking if I can get a little jump in my step I can do it. Boy was I wrong, my foot flies up and I loose my balance. I tip back, fully expecting to hit the ground but instead I’m caught from behind, a growl of disapproval echoes threw out the work out room.

“Tao,” The older man glares.

The latter automatically has his hands up in surrender, “She asked me to go higher.” It surprises me to see the marital arts expert freeze up under the normally sweet man’s gaze.

“It’s not his fault! I take the blame!” I turn around in his hold to stare up at Lay. His switch has been flipped and he is the gangster, not my cute Lay.

“Tao, I told you teaching her martial arts was a bad idea.”

“We had fun,” I snap back.

His eyes shift to me, softening slightly, “You could have gotten hurt.”

“But I’m fine.”

He huffs cutely, slowly turning back into his normal self, “I’m sorry, I’m just feeling very over protective of you right now.”

“You are busting in on my time Sir, we still have ten minutes!” Tao whines cutely.

“Daddy Lay, do you fight?”

They share a look at the question, a silent conversation between the two, “Why do you ask?”

“You scared Tao and he told me he was the best fighter.”

Lay scoffs giving the latter another glare, “He did?”

“I was just trying to show off hyung,” Tao takes a few steps back.

“Daddy, you can fight that good?”

He hesitates nodding, “A little.”

“That’s bull! Tao looks like he’s going to pee his pants, you must be so good!”

“Would you like a demonstration?” Lay offers.

I nod eagerly.

“Hyung no!” Tao takes a few more steps back.

Mr. Jeon

This took me so long cause I accidentally wrote more than I needed and i turned this shit into a whole story so sorry about that. Also, this is rated NC-17 (there’s some kinky shit going on)

Jungkook’s POV

I sat at the end of the table watching all of my employees go back and forth about nonsense and bullshit about the company yet again. My father never told me how difficult it would be to run a company that was so successful. He always managed to make boring things seem so interesting though. I never thought that at the age of 24 I would be able to run a company all by myself, in the beginning it was all fun and games, then I had to grow up and it became boring and not so interesting anymore. That was until I met Y/N. She moved here from America three years ago and she’s worked here as an intern for about two and a half years. Her mother and my mother were in the navy together and my mother convinced me to let her work here. The first day I saw her she immediately caught my eye, she was different from every other woman around here.

“What if we just transferred a small amount of our stocks to them and in return they give us-” she began to speak, her voice was so angelic I could listen to her talk to me everyday

“No offense Y/N, but this is a meeting for actual employees, not interns. I don’t even know why you’re in here right now” Choi Minhee, she’s known to be the bitch of the office

“Minhee be quiet, the intern knows more than you do at the moment. I haven’t even seen you write a single thing down since you’ve stepped foot in this office. Y/N please continue” I said looking over at her and she smiled at me and began to speak again

Towards the end of the meeting everyone began to pack up and Minhee walked over to my desk.

“I don’t appreciate you embarrassing me in front of everyone like that Jungkook, it was rude and uncalled for.” she said and I rolled my eyes sitting down in my chair

“Okay well first off, it’s Mr. Jeon to you, second of all, I don’t appreciate your rude attitude towards MS. Y/L/N, that was uncalled for.”” I retorted and she stared at me as if she was lost for words

“Y-yes sir, I apologize for my actions.” she bowed then grabbed all of her things and walked out of my office slamming the door behind her.

I sighed and turned my chair so that I was facing the large window.

Over the course of six months Y/N became my official assistant and her and I have began to get closer to each other. It was close to closing time and Y/N was helping me clean up around my office before the holidays.

“Are you doing anything fun this year?” I asked her as she put on her coat and scarf

“Sadly not this year, my mom is being stationed again and my dad is visiting his family in Nigeria so I’ll be alone this year” she said sadly

“Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe I can be your secret santa and come by and drop you off a present” I told her grabbing my jacket as well

“Well then it’s not a surprise anymore, is it Mr. Jeon?” she asked smiling at me

“You know what, I guess not, and by the way when nobody is around you can call me Jungkook or Kookie, I’m fine with either one of them” I said walking over to my door and opening it for her

“I’ll keep that in mind Jungkook.” She said said pressing the button to the elevator as we waited for it to come up

“Y/N do you think that I could take you out on a date-“Y/N, I knew I would find you up here I tried calling you but, Oh! Mr. Jeon, hello” It was Jimin, he’s been working here for about four years now, we used to be friends but then things changed

“Hey Jimin” I said awkwardly

“I was just here to pick up Y/N, she’s finally letting me show her around Busan tonight” Jimin said, not gonna lie I’m kind of jealous. I’ve been wanting to show her around for a while but I could never get around to ask her

“Yeah I’m excited, you’re kind of early though aren’t you Jimin?” She asked getting into the elevator with Jimin

“I know, but I just really wanted to see you” He said and I scoffed

“Something wrong Kookie?” she asked showing serious concern

“I’m sure he’s fine, it must be something in the air.  Right Jungkook?” Jimin asked and I put on a smile

“Yeah, something in the air. You two have fun, I realize that I left something in my office. I’ll see you both on Wednesday” I waved at them and began to walk back to my office

I poured myself a cup of scotch and drank it gripping the cup in my hand.

Remember earlier how I said that Jimin and I used to be friends? Yeah there’s a reason behind that. Everytime meet a nice girl or I’m slightly interested in her he always has to come by and swoop her off her feet before I can even ask the girl on a proper date. I poured myself another drink and glanced out the window watching as they both got into his car.

Y/N’s POV

About an hour into my little journey with Jimin I really begin to feel good for once. Ever since I moved here my life hasn’t been the easiest. I only moved down here, because my mom made it seem like moving here would be fun and enjoyable and it was the exact opposite. The moment I got off the plane and into my new apartment people would stare at me and ask me so many questions as if I was a different species or something and it sucks. Then I got my job at the company and I met Jungkook and I finally felt like I could be accepted for me.

“I had a really good time tonight Y/N” Jimin said giving me a hug

“I did too, and I will most definitely give Taehyung your number” I told him smiling at him

“I’d greatly appreciate it, and by the way. You should definitely give Jungkook a chance. I can tell that you’re his type” he told me walking down the steps

I smiled and walked into my house taking off my clothes and changing into a big shirt. I can shower in the morning. I went into my kitchen and grabbed a box of cookies and began to make some hot chocolate. A knock on the door caught my attention.

“Who is it?” I asked

“It’s Jungkook”

I moved from the door and quickly looked at myself in the mirror and began to fix my hair. I opened the door and smiled at him.

“Hello, is something wrong?” I asked beginning to freak out. What if he came here to personally fire me?

“No, not at all. I actually came here to give you a few presents. Remember, I’m your not so secret santa.” He said and I laughed

“Well come on in, I know it’s cold out there. I don’t want to keep you waiting longer than you need to be. I was just about to have some hot chocolate and eat some cookies.” I stepped to the side and let him in the door

“I love hot chocolate and cookies” He said walking into my house and closing the door behind him

“Well then I guess that makes us both lucky.” I walked into the kitchen and took the hot milk off the stove then began to add the chocolate powder

“How do you like your hot chocolate?” I asked

“Just think of me as a five year old child” he said

“I’ve got just the thing, you and I are more alike than I thought” I said taking out whipped cream, marshmallows and sprinkles

I made the cups of wonderful chocolate heaven and walked towards the living room.

“Can you grab the cookies please, they’re in the cabinet labeled sweets. My Korean still isn’t perfect so I still have to label things” I explained to him and I heard him chuckle

“I think it’s pretty cute, if you ever need any help with your Korean just let me know and I will gladly help you. It’s the least that I can do since you’re always helping me file my papers, I know that I’m not the most organized person in the world and I’m really lucky to have you as my beautiful assistant.” He said and I smiled sipping my hot chocolate

“Well in that case I’m lucky to have someone has amazingly smart and incredibly handsome as my boss.” I said eating one of my cookies

Jungkook’s POV

When she called me handsome it’s like my whole world just stopped. This is indicating that she may actually return my feelings for her, but wait. What about her and Jimin?

“Hey um, how was your date with Jimin?” I asked sipping my drink

“Oh my goodness it was absolutely amazing. Busan is such a beautiful, I never knew how pretty it truly was. I felt so lucky to have someone like Jimin show me around.” she said and I mentally rolled my eyes

“That’s nice” I said nonchalantly

“Awe Kookie, are you jealous?” she asked leaning over and pinching my cheeks

“Me? Jealous, oh baby girl no. What do I have to be jealous of? Who’s the one sitting on your couch right now?” I asked smirking at her

“That may be true, but how do you know Jimin and I didn’t do anything before you even came here? Hm? For all you know he could be up in my bed right now or who knows maybe he’s hiding in the closet.” she said leaning over closer to me biting her lip

“You really want to tempt me right now, princess” I asked setting the mug on the coffee table

“Show me what you can really do” she whispered in my ear then slowly got up walking towards her bedroom

I began to follow her and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt in the process. Before I went upstairs I went into her kitchen and made of cup of ice then began to walk back up the steps.

“Come on Kookie, I’m beginning to get impatient” She whined and I bit my lip when I walked into the room

She was sprawled out on the bed in a black lingerie set and her hair was laid out on the bed.

“You look beautiful princess, did you get all dressed up just for me?” I asked walking into her room fully closing the door

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t” she said sitting up and crawling over to me

“What do you have in that cup mister?” she asked and i sat it on the bedside table

“No peeking baby girl” I told her finally taking off my shirt completely

“Baby where do you keep all of your scarves?” I asked

“In the third drawer on the right, why?” she asked and i went over to open it picking up an all black scarf and a bright red one.

“No reason.” I walked back over to her and sat the scarves to the side

“You know, you were pretty disrespectful to me earlier. Mentioning Jimin when you most likely know my feelings toward you” I sat down on the bed and pulled her over my lap rubbing her butt cheek gently

“Are you gonna punish me now then, Mr.Jeon?” she asked looking at me over her shoulder

I smirked to myself and rubbed her butt once again.

“Pick a number between 10 and 20 for me angel” I said trailing my fingers slowly down her back

“15” she said wiggling her butt

“If you say so” I said and brought my hand down onto her left butt cheek

She gasped loudly and arched her back cause her butt to lift as well

“If you count with me this can go by a lot faster” I said bring my hand down again but harder this time

“T-two” she stuttered out biting her lip

“Don’t silence yourself baby girl, let your neighbors know how much of a dirty girl you truly are” I demanded continuing my slaps

“F-four, Kookie please n-no more” she said stuffing her face into the bed

“This is what you asked for, so this is what you’ll get baby girl” I said smacking her cheeks again as they began to turn a bright red color

After eleven more smacks I helped her sit up and grabbed the black scarf putting it over her eyes carefully.

“K-kookie what are you doing?” she asked nervously

“I’m going to take care of you baby, don’t worry.”  I tied her hands to the bed with the other scarf and made sure that it wasn’t too tight

“Do you trust me?” I asked grabbing the cup of ice

“Y-yes” she said

“What do you want our safe word to be?” I asked

“Mango” she said and I chuckled

“You’re so cute sometimes” I said and grabbed a piece of ice letting it melt in my mouth

I leaned down and trailed the piece of ice down the side of her neck and watched as she moaned and shivered.

“Jungkook, what the fuck!” she screamed

“Do you not like it?” I asked

“I-I like it and that’s the problem” she said

I smiled and grabbed a larger piece of ice trailing it down her body stopping at her panty line

“Can I take these off?” I asked and she nodded still shivering from the cold

I took off her panties slowly and threw them to the side slowly opening her legs biting my lip.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” I asked rubbing my hands up and down her thighs

“N-no” she said with a slight smile

“Well you need to hear it more often. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” I told her and finally leaned up to kiss her on the lips

Her lips were thick and soft and she still tasted like hot chocolate and marshmallows.

“I-I want you inside of me” she whispered against my lips

I stood up and pulled off my pants and underwear getting back onto the bed.

“Wait, do you have condoms?” I asked

“Third drawer on the bedside table.” I opened the drawer and grabbed one from the box opening the package and sliding it on

“Are you ready?” I asked her holding her hips in my hand

“Yes, I’m ready” she said

I held her hips and slowly slid into her looking up at her making sure that she was okay.

“K-Kookie” she moaned out

“Am I hurting you?” I asked beginning to freak out

“No, n-not at all. B-but can y-you take the b-blindfold off?” she asked

“Oh shit sorry” I quickly took the blindfold off and smiled looking at her eyes

“Such a beauty” I said and she smiled leaning up to kiss me

I pulled back from her lips and continued to slide into her, I watched as I disappeared inside of her then threw my head back biting my bottom lip.

“You feel so good around me like this.” I told her moving my hips slowly so that I wouldn’t hurt her

“G-go faster, p-please” she said trying to push her hips down on me

I lifted her legs up and started to move harder and faster into her groaning loudly not caring if the neighbors could hear us or not.

“F-fuck Jungkook d-don’t stop!” she begged wrapping her legs around me

“D-don’t w-worry princess” I told her moving my hips faster against her

Being inside of her like this felt unreal. I never knew thought that she would actually return feelings for me and the fact that she did was amazing.

“I-I love the way you feel around me” I told her and I leaned down close to her ear

“I love how you get so flustered and lost for words that you can’t even form a simple sentence.” I smirked and pushed deeper into her feeling a soft spot

She moaned loudly and threw her head back closing her eyes and I could tell she was close.

“You gonna come for me princess?” I asked leaning down and sucking on her neck and she whimpered

“U-use your words baby” I told her trying to keep the pace as I felt myself get close to my orgasm as well

“Y-yes Jungkook, yes! I-I’m gonna come!” she said loudly as she arched her back

I leaned down and kissed her again groaning at the feeling of her clenching around me so tightly

“Jungkook!” she moaned loudly as she came and fell back fully onto the bed

“Fuck Y/N” I moaned loudly as I came into the condom slowly riding out our highs

I pulled out of her and threw the condom away into the trashcan, I carefully untied her hands and kissed her wrist.

“Are you okay?” I asked slowly standing up

“S-sleep. I need sleep.” she muttered out lowly

“You don’t want to take a bubble bath first?” I asked her

She shook her head and held her arms out for me instead

“Just hold me” she whispered

I smiled at her and pulled the covers back settling the both of us under them and holding her close to me.

“We can take a bath together in the morning and then go and get some breakfast, I’m not the best when it comes to cooking” I told her and she laughed

“I would love that” she said yawning and laying her head on my chest

“Oh and Jungkook”

“Yeah princess?”

“Jimin is gay”


I am sooooooooo sorry this took so long, but it’s the kinkiest thing I have ever written and I am so proud of myself. Also I typed this out on a google document and it came out to be seven pages long!!! Please enjoy! Also, I would like to give a big thank you to all of my amazing followers, I really appreciate you all for continuing to stay with me even though my writing schedule is a load of bullshit, and so I truly thank you all o very much for that and I wish you lots of love! Also request are open and I also do moodboards as well as scenarios and things like that. I’ve been trying to come up with new ideas for stories but I always forget to write them down so that sucks. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this

Keep My Hands Clean (Ethan)

Summary: Based on Aladdin. Reader is the princess who wants nothing more than to escape the reality, and Ethan is the street urchin.
Word Count: 2,701
Warnings: None.
A/N: I don’t know why this just came to my mind but I suddenly started imagining Ethan as Aladdin and I couldn’t keep the ideas from blooming. I need help. I also need Ethan in a vest, poofy pants and a little hat. (Title from if I could I would feel nothing by blackbear)


You knew that you had to marry a prince one day, being a princess made it kind of your destiny. But you didn’t expect it to be so soon, and that’s why you felt like someone had smacked you across the cheek when your father, the Sultan, had called you in. There, he had told you about your dreaded future plans and that had sent you in a small state of panic. You had protested, even begged him to let you find your own prince in your own pace. But your pleas fell on deaf ears so you did what any reasonable human being did; you packed up an ran away.

The long brown robe you had thrown on made it difficult to climb up the large tree, but you managed to get over the fence of the palace. Looking back on the place you had called home for as long as you could remember, you felt a lump form in your throat at the thought of leaving it and leaving your father. Not too long ago, you had both lost your mother and the country had lost their queen to a viscious accident that left everyone mourning. Since then, it had only been you and your father taking care of each other. He’d absolutely lose it if he searched the palace only to find out that you’d escaped.

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Undertaker, sebastian and Ciels reactions to helping their s/o babysit their little nephew and once their s/o isnt there for a moment the kid just turns evil and glares at them, calls them names because they dont want the boys to touch or kiss the s/o???

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Playful sounds were echoing in the room filling it up with positive vibes and an aura of overwhelming joy when you were trying to find your little nephew between all the furnitures with your eyes blindfolded with a long scarf. When he offered you to play this childish game, you thought it will be way easier than it now appeared to be and your bruised knee (since when was the table standing there?) already reminded you of it with pulsatory pain. Not that you minded, it has been almost an year since you saw him for the last time and started missed him. The boy never let you get bored with the variety of his ideas, different games to play which necessarily had to involve you and those cute, handmade gifts from him. For such a young boy, he seemed to be very talented already and watching him grow up was surely a great pleasure for a proud auntie you were.

After a few attempts of finding him, you finally managed to catch the boy just when he was about to jump on the sofa but ended up in your arms, wriggling and laughing out loud in a breaks of repeating how this one shouldn’t count and eventually stopped complaining when you tickled him and took off your blindfold.

“All right, all right,” you sat him down on the said sofa and watched him pout at your sudden seriousness. “We will play one more round but first, I am going to bring something cold to drink, fine? I can bet that you are even more thirsty than I am.”

Your nephew, still pouting, nodded slowly, as if he still was not completely convinced. You smiled to him and put the scarf on the nearby armchair, finally turning to your boyfriend who was simply observing your games, not really wanting to participate for the whole time.

“Keep an eye on him for a while,” you stated and before he could offer you some help in the kitchen, you were gone behind the doors, leaving him alone with the young boy.


Undertaker giggled when he felt the strand of his long, white hair being sligtly pulled. He was used to the way they would fall everywhere, sometimes disturbing his actions or even sleep when they got tangled but nevertheless he enjoyed how they were giving him a substitute of privacy and helped to hide the scars, so he never complained. The next pull was, however, a little bit more stronger and if he was not a grim reaper, it would probably hurt him. Turning his head toward the young boy who was now holding a fist of his hair, he didn’t let the smile to drop, still amused after watching you two play.

“You are quite mischievous, aren’t you, little one?” he wondered out loud.

Your nephew’s face was not all brighten up with joy as it was barely few moments before you left, he was now staring at the Undertaker as if he was trying to kill him just with the gaze.

“And not really talkative to the strangers, huh?” The grim reaper swayed forward and then backward on the edge of simple, wooden chair, giggling once again when recalled something funny you said this afternoon.

“You’re weird,” the boy commented straightforwardly.

Undertaker busrted with short laugh.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve heard that already but tell me, who isn’t weird at all?”

The boy frowned and let go of the strand of his hair, letting it fall down on the floor, then crossed his arms, still glaring. After thinking for a while, the grim reaper leaned slightly to the younger one, baring his teeth in an amused smile when a simple thought crossed his mind.

“Could it be that you are jealous of your precious aunt?” he inquired.

There was a spark of shock visible in your nephew’s eyes but it disappeared as fast as appeared, leaving him frowning even more than before.

“You’re a freak,” he stated with slight disgust.

“You have no idea how righ you are.”

The boy turned around and stamping loudly approached the Undertaker, probably wanting to finally see his eyes, still covered by the white bangs. He didn’t have an opportunity to do so since just when he was inches close to him, the grim reaper stood up and placed his long, black nail on the boy’s forehead, stopping him in the middle of the walk as if he was a clockwork toy.

“No peeking, little one,” he hummed.

It seemed like Undertaker had a perfect answer for literally everything your nephew was doing, moreover, he was having a lot of fun with him and his attempts of hurting his feelings. However, he was not the one to give up easily.

“I bet you’re ugly, that’s why you’re hiding your face.”

“Well, you are not wrong,” the grim reaper giggled.

“Too ugly to date her.”

“And yet, she is there.”

“Because she hadn’t seen your ugly face.”

“Oh!” he laughed. “She saw way more than my ugly face, little one.”

Just when the boy was about to say somethig more, you opened the door and came back with few cold drinks. Seeing those two facing each other, your nephew clearly annoyed, frowning, cheeks reddened with emotions and Undertaker holding his stomach when he was trying to hold back the laughter made you immediatelly think that you missed something very important which you didn’t necessarily wanted to know about.


Sebastian would have sighed if it was not about his perfect butler appearance. Instead, he just looked at the boy who was still sitting on the sofa which now looking way much bigger with such a small human on it, and after a while stood up up from his current, comfortable position on a chair in the corner of the room. Approaching the child, he put the most gentle and kind smile he managed to on his face, hoping that you will be back soon and he won’t have to deal with him for longer than needed. He had enough of human cubs for the next hundred years, after all.

Your nephew, however, seemed to be well-educated and rather polite boy so spending few minutes with him probably was not going to be as bad, as Sebastian thought. Sitting in front of the boy on an armchair where you previously put your scarf on, the butler realized how wrong he was after hearing the first sentence said directly to him:

“You’re a spawn of satan.”

Sebastian freezed and so did the smile on his face. For a single moment, he could swear that he felt his heart beat slightly faster in a sudden realization that this young man was actually able to recognize him, to see through his disguise which he still didn’t take off even in front of you, to bare his secrets, to…

The demon coughed once, twice and looked at the boy again, this time straight in his eyes, focusing on guessing his true intentions. It was impossible that he could know it, no, it must have been some kind of joke and all he had to do was to talk about it with him before he could eventually reveal this secret to you.

“What makes you say such a strong words?” Sebastian asked, not affected by the nephew’s gloomy and averse stare.

The boy didn’t reply at first, he let the demon to wait patiently in silence and wonder what may the true answer be. Just when the butler thought that he won’t hear another word, the reply appeared and hanged in the air between them, heavy and uncomfortable.

“I don’t like the stuff you’re doing to her.”

For once, Sebastian thought that maybe he would want a glass of water also, he was clearly not ready for a conversation like this one. Adjusting his tie, he decided to not get fooled, now almost sure that the boy didn’t truly recognize him but saw or heard way worse things… Before he said anything more, he had to analyze the situation; your nephew couldn’t be that smart and he was probably assuming wrong.

“The stuff?” Simple, stupid question, way lower than his actual level but he was talking to the child, human child, wasn’t he?

“Kissing.”

“Oh…”

Well, maybe he was that smart.

“Young man, it is not-“ Sebastian couldn’t end the sentence because the boy interrupted him right in the middle.

“I don’t want to see you close to her ever again, you trash, or else…”

The demon didn’t recall you having any kind of pocket watch but you seemingly didn’t need one to be in a right places on a right time which was now proved again by your presence in the room, the salver with drinks in your hands. You didn’t notice the way your nephew looked at Sebastian, no wonders, in the exact second when you opened the door, his expression changed completely, the image of innocent boy painted on his face once again. The boy happily jumped off the sofa and run to you to get his glass of juice, leaving the butler sitting still in the same place, completely confused.

“I see you were talking?” you asked him, handing your nephew a drink. “He is not that scary, isn’t he?”

The butler stood up to immediatelly help you with the salver.

“Oh no, you were completely right, my love,” he stated with a kind smile. “He is purely an angel.”


“You’re too short for her.”

Ciel almost spit out the tea he was currently drinking, hearing those words from the young boy who was so nice in your presence – until now, that is. He slowly put the teacup on the table and looked at your nephew who was now staring at him deadly.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard. You’re not much taller than me.”

The earl felt something similiar to the big bump growing in his throat, making him unable to speak nor think properly. He never had to deal with such situations before, not to mention with somebody – willing or not – close to him. In any other moment he would just walk away or demand getting rid off those who dare to insult him in so humiliating way, today was different and the hardest was that he had to be nice to the child sitting on the sofa. It is your nephew, he repeated himself in the mind, he can complain to you later.

What occupied Ciel’s thoughts the most was the reason why would he say something like that? Obviously, he didn’t want to insult him in front of his dear aunt but nevertheless he hadn’t given him any reason to act this way. He was a little bit proud, of course, but it couldn’t be the exact reason for this behaviour.

Not to mention that for the whole time he was spending with your relative, he was wearing those short heels which made him appear taller than he truly was. Is it possible that he was that short…?

Ciel cleared his throat.

“The height is irrelevant in an adult relationship, you will understand when you grow up,” he stated seriously, not wholly convinced about the truth of his own words.

“But you’re not an adult.”

If there would be somebody who could read in minds, he would certainly hear Ciel snap in this moment.

“Of course I am,” Ciel objected. “I am the head of the Funtom Corporation, the head oh the Phantomhive household, it makes me be an adult no matter how old I am.”

“But it doesn’t make you taller.” Vicious smile creeped upon the young boy’s lips who couldn’t not notice the change in Ciel’s attitude and tone of his voice.

“I-It is highly inappropriate to say such things to an earl,” he stuttered and immediatelly cursed himself internally for that.

What kind of child was it? Where did you take him from? And why the hell weren’t you coming back for so long? He had more than enough and didn’t want to participate in this conversation anymore.

“You’re my aunt’s boyfriend, I can speak what I want.”

Your nephew started slowly waving his legs hanging from the sofa and this only proved that he was having a great time. Ciel opened his mouth and quickly closed it, not wanting to offend the child but wishing he could shut his mouth with one, strong command which made him seem like a carp picked out of the water. However, for the next minutes the boy was quiet which let Ciel believe that he is done with insulting him and his problem was solved by itself. He quickly changed his mind when he heard him muttering something more under the breath.

“And you wear heels like a girl.”

“W-what?!”