and be all 'you treating my sister well then

Originally posted by geekorunique

Originally posted by couples-love-feelings

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Warning: Elena being a bitch, swearing

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‘You know you can stop going all out for these dates, you already won me over’ you say to Klaus at the end of another splendid date with your boyfriend, the hybrid himself. Your twin sister Elena and her friends would never approve although it seems you have won over his family, which is the only reason why you and Klaus have to keep quiet on your relationship, because of your family.

‘Yes well a beautiful young lady like yourself should be treated like a queen, my queen’ Klaus replies

‘Smooth’ you reply leaning over the console to give him a quick kiss goodbye and leave the car watching as he drives away, you walk up the steps to your door, a giddy, wide smile on your face although the good mood seems to leave as soon as you see who is in your home, not overly fond of your sisters friends as they are constantly plotting against your boyfriend.

‘Hey everyone, what evil scheme did you come up with tonight’ you tease getting a drink of water from the kitchen and sitting on the couch next to Bonnie.

‘Why do you smell like the devil?’ Damon questions a disgusted look of confusion

‘What?’ Elena questions. Damon says one word that erupts the biggest argument that you and Elena will ever have,

‘Klaus’ which also starts the questions being thrown at you. Although one stands out

‘You’re with Klaus? He’s the enemy, is he compelling you?’ Caroline questions

‘NO! Okay actually he gave me a necklace that has vervain in it to stop vampires from compelling me’ you shout

‘But (y/n) he’s still the enemy’ Elena says

‘No he’s not you’re just putting the blame on him every time something goes wrong’ you yell back at her

‘He tried to kill me’ Elena says to you to get you to realise that he is a bad guy.

‘yeah and Damon killed Jeremy, for no reason may I add plus he didn’t know that Jeremy was wearing a ring but you forgave him pretty quick, at least Klaus had a reason to kill you’ you tell her trying to get through to her that logic is idiotic.

‘I can’t trust you now that I know that you’re with him’ she mutters and you go quiet looking at her with disbelief then glance your eyes over everyone else who are looking down not denying or agreeing with Elena so you just accept that your sister, your twin someone who was supposed to always be by your side, now can’t trust you.

‘okay you know what?’ you start to say while getting your phone out trying to figure out which Mikaelson sibling would be best to come pick you up, ‘I have never said this out loud before because you know I’m a good sister but right now you don’t deserve it I’m actually glad you don’t trust me now I’m safer away from you because you let all of your friends and family either die, get injured or lose their loved ones for you to survive’ you tell her off and by the end of your rant there’s a knock on the door and you hear Elijah’s voice through the door, you mutter a goodbye to everyone accept for Elena and walk to the door and walk into Elijah’s open arms leaving everyone speechless.

‘You okay?’ he questions ‘I will be’ you mutter into his shoulder and as you open your mouth to ask him something he beats you to it.

‘No I didn’t tell him, if I did it would have ended very differently’ he says and you sigh.

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Once you get to the mansion, Klaus comes to the door as soon as he senses you presence and as he sees you he gives you a questioning look but then sees your saddened face and immediately rushes over to you with a worried look

‘What’s wrong love?’ he asks

‘Just hold me’ you mutter not ready to replay what just happened.

‘Well, well couldn’t get enough of us?’ Kol and Rebekah walk in but soon lose their smirks when they see you.

It’s amazing how a family of psychotic murderous vampires treat you better than you own family.

A Pirate's Life For Me

Summary: The reader, a pirate on Captain Jones’ ship, sets foot on the island with her crew, and is met with and unexpected surprise.

 It was early in the morning when the crew first spotted the island. The coral sun was rising over the horizon, and the seagulls screeched their morning song. I had just woken up and began my morning chores. But when one of my mates cried out “Land ‘ho!”, I dropped the mop and ran to the side of the ship. 

From all the terrible stories I had heard from Hook about the evil Peter Pan and the dangerous island of Neverland, this was not what I had expected. The island was big and filled with lush green palm trees and sparkling sand. It looked like something out of a dream. My trance was immediately broken by the command of Killian.

 “Alright! I have set up a meeting with Pan in one of the island’s lagoons. We will meet, discuss and then leave on our next voyage. In this lagoon,we will be surrounded by dense jungle, and swarms of mermaids who are willing to drag you down into the sea and never bring you back up. Everyone needs to be one the lookout.” This little speech arose a cheer from the crew, but he held up his hand. “I will need a pirate to come on land with me. Y/n, ready yourselves for when we arrive.” I was nervous, yet thrilled. In all the time I had worked on this ship, Killian had always been overprotective of you. He treated you like a little sister, and had taught you all he knew about being a pirate. This was the first time he had allowed you to exit the ship. I stood up straight and tried to look tough as I walked back into my cabin. But as soon as I shut my door, I squealed. Grabbing my favorite leather satchel, I placed my knife, canteen, and some bandages inside. I decided to grab a loaf of bread and fruit as well, just in case.

 Making my way back up to the deck, I watched as the crew threw down the anchor and stairs. I looked upon the shore, and saw a face of a boy about my age. This couldn’t be Pan, I thought, He was supposed to be evil and menacing. But from where I stood, he looked innocent, and, and gorgeous. I waited for Killian to make the first steps off the ship and towards the island, before I followed.

 Glancing behind me back at the ship, I stepped onto the island. The sand felt soft and squishy, even under my shoes. We approached Pan, and he surveyed us all up and down. As his eyes landed on me, I saw a faint hint of a smile. I would have blushed under normal circumstances, but I needed to look like a pirate, scowl and all.

 “Hello there, Captain. I see you have acquired some new recruits” he said, again looking at me. His eyes seemed to hold a sinister look towards Killian, but when he looked at me, all I saw was kindness. “Have you brought what I sent for?” Killian grabbed a small velvet coin purse out from his jacket. 

 “There it is. And I believe whether or not I have gotten new recruits is none of your business.” Killian inched closer to me, until he stood next to me. He grabbed my hand and held it in his, which drew a laugh from Pan’s mouth. 

“Well, thank you for bring me this. Here is your reward.” Peter held a coin purse that looked almost identical to the one Killian had handed to him. Except, instead of holding the mysterious treasure, it held several gold coins.

 “Thank you” Killian nodded. “We must be off. I will expect your shadow to come around sooner or later with a new voyage to be made.” We turned around to head back to the crew.

 Suddenly, Pan appeared in front of us, a mischievous smirk forming across his face.

 “I don’t think you will be going anywhere just yet. I have another offer to propose.” This time, instead of gold coins, he offered jewels. “I would like her” he said, pointing at me, “and I am willing to pay.” I grimaced at the thought, and Killian looked as if he wanted to punch someone- more than likely, Pan. 

“I’m sorry” I said, “but I am not a prize that you can just buy and expect to get and how dare you-” I was cut off by Killian.

“Y/n is not something I am willing to trade. The deal was I brought you the treasure, you give me the money. That is it.” Killian drew his sword from it’s sheath, preparing for a battle I believed would not come. He stepped protectively in front of me, but I pushed him to the side. I could take care of myself! Especially against a boy in green tights.  Pan’s smirk seemed to grow wider after seeing this, and he brought his fingers to his lips, producing a loud whistle. 

“Boys, attack!!”

I hope you guys enjoyed A Pirate’s Life For Me! I was thinking of making a part two, so if you would like to  see it or send me any other requests, message me! And be sure to follow my new blog, @skylars-little-world xoxox

Family Name - Jughead Jones X Blossom!Reader

can you write soemthing where the reader is the youngest blossom and openly dating jughead and no one has actually asked how youre doing since jason disspared/body was descovered, except for jug. and one day reggie makes a comment on how dating a loser wouldnt be what jason wanted and you are litterly ready to fight him. But Cheryl, who hasnt really spoken to you since the body was found, is like i know my brother would want our sister happy

Originally posted by stydiaislove

I’m sorry it’s so short, but I hope you like it anyway!

“How’s today been so far,” Jughead asked, squeezing your hand. You looked up at him and you shot him a soft smile. “Better now,” he let out a breathy laugh and rolled his eyes. You looked down the hallways and when you didn’t see anyone you knew, you leaned up a pressed a kiss to Jughead’s cheek. It wasn’t like you and Jughead were dating in secret, it was just that most of the people that were close to your older siblings didn’t like it. It was those same people, that called themselves your friends, who also seemed to forget that you had lost a brother too, not just Cheryl. The whole football team, who looked up to the Blossom family name when Jason was captain, seemed to have forgotten about the youngest family member. Since your brother’s cold, lifeless corpse had been found, even Cheryl hadn’t spoken to you. Your heart sank with the thought of your sister, because if you were still struggling, who knows how she was fairing.  

“Hey,” Jughead said, stroking your cheek, “where’d you go?” You just shook your head in response. When you looked back up at him, his green eyes were squinted in concern. “I’m okay, really.” He nodded, but you knew he didn’t believe you. “I’m feeling so good, that I want to go to the football game tonight.” He raised his eyebrow at you and you smiled. “Will you come with me,” you asked sweetly, holding both of his hands now. He smiled at you, leaning down to look into your eyes, “of course.” The warning bell rang, signaling to get to your next class. “See you in the lounge after school.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “see you then.” You let got of his hands, walking down the hall to your next class.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an (platonic of course) imagine about MC being kinda young? Like 13-15? Thank you!

separated saeran/unknown cuz the setting of this HC is more fitting for unknown, but included saeran too [so there are 2 different HCs]

Enjoy~

Note: This request was made by one of the applicants for the co-admin. Posted with permission from the respective person. 

Ri’s Edit on May 6: Ayyyy throwback, this was my entry to get accepted as admin lololol!!

Yoosung:

  • he was really interested in the new girl in the RFA… unhealthily interested… 
  • the poor, lonely boy didn’t know that you were barely in high school! 
  • BOOM. 
  • that’s the sound of his guilt and embarrassment crashing on him when he finally met you at the party.
  • “MC! You’re uh, really… young.”  
  • but as you talked with him more, he realized that you’re still the same person in the chat that he admires 
  • he respects you a lot for gathering so many guests, especially with your age
  • you were greeting all the guests so professionally and engaging them in thoughtful conversations, rather than simple, polite ones - after the party, he approaches you excitedly 
  • “MC… I think you’re really amazing… Not everyone can handle this so well at your age!”  
  • he would definitely ask you to hang out with him when you’re free, just as friends, looking past the age difference  
  • he would probably like to take you to a pet shelter that he volunteers at, hoping to talk to you more, and to show you his skill with animals 
  • although he was disappointed that he was still a single pringle, he’d be overjoyed that someone he respected so much (cough, you) was his friend

Zen:

  • it didn’t matter to him how old you were, because to him, you’re still a lady  
  • and he’s deadset on being a gentleman. 
  • he will fawn over you and offer his aid for the littlest things 
  • “Let me help you, mi'lady.“ 
  • *insert sparkly smile* 
  • Even if it’s just pouring water. 
  • he takes a lot of selfies with you because he thinks that’s what teenagers are into. 
  • deadly protective of you. 
  • he will glare at seven for even THINKING to prank you, and WILL hunt him down 
  • and he will even talk to Jumin Han if it means keeping him from talking to you and ‘tainting’ your purity 
  • Zen was like the older overprotective brother (or maybe sister lololol) you didn’t know you had… 
  • and even after the party, he continued to treat you like his little sister: taking you out for ice cream when you passed your tests, shopping with you and offering his fashion advice, making sure boys weren’t bothering you, all that sisterly Zen stuff

Jaehee:

  • she has so much respect for you, honestly  
  • no, not because of the party organizing actually  
  • but because you could deal with Jumin Han.  
  • “MC! Please… I beg you to grow up faster, my job will be reserved for you!“ 
  • you thought it was ridiculous. It’s not like you really had any control over Jumin… 
  • but you and Jaehee got along very well, and laughed about Jumin together  
  • she even got you into watching Zen’s DVDs… although she covered your eyes for every inappropriate scene 
  • “nonono MC, you’re too young for this!”  
  • although, it really made you curious why she’d always be nosebleeding after…  

Seven: 

  • dude, he’s been gushing over how cute you looked since he first looked into your background 
  • he has spammed V’s phone about you too many times to count 
  • when he finally met you, he’d be playing pranks on you CONSTANTLY 
  • and he’d be cracking lame jokes with you  
  • and telling stupid stories to you - and pranking OTHERS with you  
  • all those things he wanted to do with his brother… instead, he did them with you, someone he viewed as his little sister  
  • but all his fun and games are gone as soon as anyone else makes fun of you. A guest pointed out that you were just a kid, and that it was improper for you to be at the party. 
  • Seven angrily retaliated that you had organized the party, and made the guest apologize 
  • that is, not before he stole the guest’s id card and hacked into all their social media!! 
  • all behind your back of course, he didn’t want to be evil in your eyes. He wanted to be your Defender of Justice, 707! 

Jumin 

  • he had no idea you were so young. 
  • after all, he was completely ignorant of it when you mentioned it in chat… It’s Jumin Han, what do you expect? 
  • when he first saw you at the party, he thought you were a lost child. 
  • “Good afternoon… Do you need help finding your parents?”  
  • to say he was shocked when he found out you were MC would be an understatement  
  • you two got off on the wrong foot for sure. You, upset that he thought you were a kid. Him, upset that you had shouted at him about it. 
  • but as an adult, he felt that it was his responsibility to watch over you  
  • so he watched as you easily interacted with the guests, making them laugh and successfully encouraging them to donate as much as they could 
  • and he watched as you got along with the other RFA members better than he did, even though he’d been with them for much longer 
  • and he watched as you delivered an inspiring speech, your charisma captivating the audience 
  • he was so ready to hire you. 
  • but you were still bitter about him… 
  • so for weeks after the party, he was sending you luxurious gifts in an attempt to coax you into wanting to work for him in the future 
  • finally, you confront him, demanding that he should stop sending gifts because you’d rather get to know him and develop the desire to work for him, rather than be tempted by money 
  • well! you’ve just won over his respect and admiration, as a person, and as a female. 
  • despite your protests, he will NOT stop spoiling you. Your TV broke down? Replaced. You cracked your phone? Now you have an entirely new one. You want a pet? Just choose one.  
  • he’ll even give you special permission to play with Elizabeth the 3rd.


V

  •  - he adored you. 
  • this man absolutely loved children, and treated you like a child, rather than your age 
  • he gave you a giant teddy bear, bags of candy and a tiny tiara accessory when he met you at the RFA party 
  • “she’s our little princess, don’t you think?!" 
  • he sounded so excited about it, you’d feel bad protesting. 
  • Seven was constantly taking pictures of you and snickering, and V eventually found out why 
  • he felt bad for not considering your feelings. 
  • he later apologized to you privately for treating you like a child… And promised to treat you with the same respect as the other members - but you admitted that you kinda liked being spoiled by him… 
  • so don’t be surprised when he gives you a dress the next time he meets you - "it’s to match with your tiara, princess~" 
  • you weren’t old enough to be his queen, but you were perfect to be his princess! 

Saeran:

  • he shifted uncomfortably in front of you, and you stared right back with a smile
  • you had been tending to the party, but decided to take a break to talk to Saeran  
  • he was still a bit shaky and adorably shy, now that the drugs weren’t controlling him anymore… The others were still a bit wary of him, so you wanted to give him a warm welcome…… although it wasn’t all too effective because you were so much younger than him 
  • "you know, I’m not a kid… You don’t have to stay here to look after me,” he muttered, looking at his feet. 
  • you smiled despite his intentions to push you away, replying, “but I’m a kid. So could you look after me?" 
  • Saeran cracked a smile at your reply 
  • ”..you’ve taken care of this entire party, so I think you can take care of yourself…“ 
  • and to your surprise, he said, 
  • ”..but I don’t mind being with you like this.“ 

 Unknown

  • "why is my target so tiny." 
  • that was his initial thought when he first began to stal- wait no that sounds illegal, ahem, investigate you 
  • honestly, he felt a twinge of guilt as he watched you pick up the cell phone. But he proceeded with the plans anyway, secretly hoping you would refuse to follow his instructions 
  • but goddammit, you were so fucking gullible 
  • a part of him was silently screaming at you to be more careful of strangers, and to not be so trusting 
  • after all, he couldnt trust anyone… not after THAT.. but that’s another story  
  • he couldn’t help but watch over you worriedly, guarding your apartment, rather than spying on you (okay fine maybe a bit of both, he admitted..) 
  • but apparently, you had noticed him from the start 
  • he was a bit dumbfounded that you didn’t call the police or, god forbid, Seven for help, if you noticed him but oh well 
  • you giggled in reply, "Of course I noticed! I’m not dumb, I helped to organize the party after all… I was waiting for you to say hi!" 
  • he couldn’t help but blush. Only a little. Just a little…  
  • "ahh… hi” (man he was awkward) 
  • you smile, “Hihi~! You’ll be my friend, right?" 
  • why was she so naive? Didn’t she know he was dangerous? Didn’t she herself just say that she knew he had been watching her secretly for DAYS? God, why did he even care about her, she’s just a target so-  
  • your expectant gaze just killed his doubts.  
  • ”…okay.“ 
I’ll Save the Prince (Prince!Ten x Reader)

How goes it? Are all of you deceased from NCT’s comeback??? I know I sure as hell am!! Before I delve into all the smutty requests coming up, I thought I’d rewind for a moment and give you all some fluffy Ten, which a lovely anon requested! This is a Prince AU, with a HUGE twist. I got really involved with the story RIP

P.S. Ten really is an Actual Prince

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

The sun was blazing, far too bright for its own good, as it shone down brilliantly on the capital city. The market place was crowded with people on the lookout for deals, trying to make their meager amounts of money last. You felt the familiar weight of coins press against your thigh in your apron pocket, your hand cupping the cool metal protectively as you squeezed between stalls. In your family, money had recently become sparse, so every coin was precious and worth thousands more than it truly was. You had to be smart and calculate the best possible deals, using your sharp mind to its full potential. Market day had been your responsibility since your mother had passed away, your father following her fate not even a few hours later, unable to live a day without his beloved wife. That had been years ago though, and you were stronger know, had a stronger mind, and a tongue that would make a knight quiver in his armor. You were not one to be messed with.

You shopped swiftly, the sun over your head functioned as your clock, not wanting to waste a single second. You needed to get back to your brother as soon as possible, you were afraid to leave him alone for too long. On your way back home, you stopped by the apothecary, picking up the herbs used in your brother’s daily tea. As you entered your house, the pathetic jingle of coins in your pocket set a lump in your throat, knowing you were running low. You wouldn’t be able to afford your brother’s medicine now. You had to figure out a plan fast.

You called out warmly, “I’m home,” slipping out of your clogs as you walked up the steep stairs of your thin house.

You entered the house’s only room, a big one where your whole family used to sleep and cook. Now it was just you and your twin brother, who laid in his straw bed, sweat pouring down his feverish brow. You hurried over to him, dropping the basket you’d used for the market, “Oh, no.”

You bit your lip and took a cloth you kept by the bed and soaked it in a bowl of water, dabbing your brother’s forehead as he panted in his fever induced sleep. His eyes cracked open slightly, whimpering pathetically as he lifted a shaky hand to still yours, “It’s no use, ______.”

Tears were welling up inside of you, but they were filled with anger; anger at yourself that you couldn’t do anything to make him feel better. You swallowed them, putting on a brave face for your twin, “Hush, now. Stop being a pessimist and get some rest, I’ll make your tea.”

Through his glazed over eyes, you saw him give you a familiar hard stare that was common when he had been well. He didn’t say a word, letting you rest the cloth on his forehead and pick up your basket, watching you diligently make his bitter tasting tea.

When you had finished, you brought the steaming cup over to him, blowing on the hot liquid to make it a comfortable temperature. Satisfied after you dipped you tongue into the bitter liquid with a scrunched face, you offered the cup to him, “Drink up.”

Your brother didn’t even bother to crane his neck, simply refusing it, “What’s the point _______?” He wouldn’t even meet your gaze as he swallowed thickley, “At this pint I’d rather just die than drink that damned tea.”

You slammed the cup down onto the bedside table, fury in your eyes as you snapped, “Don’t say that! Don’t you dare ever say that!”

Your twin smiled wryly, “It’s okay, _____, you don’t have to try anymore. I’ll be okay.”

You felt something in you break as his words washed over you, your voice cracking, “I won’t be okay though.” You buried your head into the bed, feeling a weak hand stroke your hair as you sobbed, “I don’t want to be alone.”

Your brother didn’t say anything else, having already drifted back to his feverish dreaming, his hand sliding off head and landing softly on the bed. You sat up, furiously rubbing the tears from your eyes, realizing what you needed to do. No point in laying around crying, no one was going to save you from this. You had to save yourself.

You determinedly stood up, fists clenching as you walked over to the only wardrobe in the entire house. It was a dark imposing piece of wood, inside was the key to saving your brother.  

You ripped open the double doors, revealing a suit of armor that glittered in the sunlight that fell across it. You were temporarily blinded, shielding your eyes from the sudden assault of light. When they adjusted you reached in and took out the helm, examining the strange piece of metal, beautiful as it was. Engraved into shining silver was the royal crest, only present on the helmets of those who served in the royal guard, protectors of the royal family. Before he had become ill, your brother’s specific job was to guard the crown prince, heir to the entire kingdom, no light task for sure.

You set the helmet down gently, careful to not awaken your brother, who would be furious if he knew of your plan. You grabbed what could only be your twin’s most prized possession, a beautiful broad sword that had been made just for him by the royal blacksmith. You unsheathed the heavy weapon, gazing upon its cruel beauty as it seemed mocked you. You felt as though it was testing if you were actually going to go through with your plan. With a whisper, you spat a fiery challenge, “Watch me.”

Having decided, you walked down the stairs and out your house, hailing down a messenger with one of your prized coins. You spoke swiftly, the page not missing a beat, “Deliver this message to Sir Johnny, Captain of the Royal Guard: ‘My brother is finally better and he’s eager to return to the Guard. Please stop by the house to meet him tomorrow morn. _______.’ Got it? Now off with you!”

The page nodded as you pressed the coin into his palm, running at a break neck speed to the imposing castle. In the bright cloudless day, it was the only thing that could block out the sun, it’s towers and spires stabbing into the sky proudly. You clenched your fists again, feeling ready to accept your new challenge: impersonate your brother and take his place in the Royal Guard in order to save him!
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You woke even before the stars had been chased away by the sun, creeping around your house to ready yourself for your first day as a member of the Royal Guard. You splashed your face with cool water in the washroom, debating whether it would be worth it to cut your hair or not. Regardless of the situation, you were still just a girl who could hardly stand the thought of cutting off her tresses. You decided just to tie it up, your brother’s hair had grown quite long anyway and he hadn’t been seen by his guard friends for about a month. Although you were twins, your height differed slightly and your face was rounder and more feminine, a rosy glow that couldn’t be hidden. As you stared back at your face in the small mirror, you thought it would be best to avoid showing your face at all times, glad that you had the helmet to shield yourself.

You quickly dressed into your brother’s clothes, taking a moment to tuck the covers of your twin’s blanket up to his chin, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Johnny couldn’t see him, or else your plan would be foiled. So your story was to pretend that you yourself had fallen ill and were extremely contagious, that would keep him away.

You finished getting ready, clumsily donning the armor by memory as you tried to remember how your brother did it. You had some difficulty with the chest plate, the size a bit too big for your smaller frame, but you had to make it work somehow. After minutes of struggling and worrying you would hear a knock on the door at any moment, you finished, placing the clostraphobic helmet on your head, but keeping the visor open to breath. Only your eyes could be seen poking through, your long lashes the only indicator of your true identity. Only a complete fool could tell the difference by accident.

It was at that exact moment you heard the excited knocking on your heavy wooden door, your heart beat picking up as you trudged down the stairs. Your hand shook as you grasped the handle and pulled, revealing the handsome face and lovely long hair of the Royal Guard’s Captain, and your brother’s best friend, Johnny.

“Oh, man! It’s been too long!,” he laughed, embracing you warmly as he clapped your shoulder. “It’s amazing you’re finally back on your feet, and so quickly. And here I thought I would never see you again, yeah?”

You gulped, this was your first test, lips already quivering as you replied with a poor imitation of your brother’s voice, “Well, all thanks goes to my sister…pal?” You wanted to slap yourself, ready to have your helmet ripped off and your true identity to be revealed by Johnny. What kind of punishment would you receive? Impersonating someone was a crime, right? Right?!

Johnny didn’t even bat a lash, before he grinned and joked, “Is that right? ______ always would have made a better soldier than you, ya know!” He peered over your significantly shorter head into your house, “Where’s she at anyway? Always a treat to be greeted by a beautiful girl on the way to work, am I right?”

Your jaw dropped, unable to believe that Johnny was this much of a dunce. You recovered from your monetary loss of sanity and pretended to be your typical overprotective older brother, “Hey now, Johnny. Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you get first dibs or something…”

Your brother’s friend burst into a fit of laughter, hand coming to rest lazily on the hilt of his sword, “I know, I know. I was only teasing you. I know how protective you are of her, only the best for ______. That’s what you always say, remember?”

You felt warmth spread through your chest, a fondness for your sick brother that made your heart ache, “Y-yeah, that’s right. Well,” you made your way to close the door behind you, stepping out on the street, “Ready to go?”

“Sure am!,” the tall soldier exclaimed, clapping you on the shoulder once more before leading the way to what you could only assume was the castle. Your nervousness was beginning to disappear, replaced instead with a newfound confidence as you strolled through the streets. Before, people wouldn’t even spare you a glance, the occasional catcall was all you received. Now people would tip their caps to you, give nods of recognition, bow in respect as you walked by them. It was a strange feeling to be in your brother’s shoes, knowing you would never be treated this way without this suit of armor.

Already living in close proximity to the center of the capital where the castle laid, you only followed Johnny for a few short minutes before you stood before the large iron gates. Johnny shouted up to some garrison soldiers, who shouted back before cranking open the gates. Your eyes widened at the majesty before you, the impressive architecture and just sheer grandness of the whole castle. You’d never been inside the gates, that privilege only being reserved for merchants, the court, those of social standing, and soldiers.

Johnny glanced over at you with an eye smile, “We should go greet Ten, right? He and the others really missed you.” Johnny stopped suddenly, looking over at you with eyes full of sadness, “Actually, most of us thought we wouldn’t see you ever again…”

Your lips parted at his confession, mind wandering to your brother, still laying sick in his bed unbeknownst to them. You felt guilty, knowing they were happy to see the wrong person. Johnny perked up again, knocking his fist against your helmet affectionately, “But you’re here now! Come on, let’s not keep everyone waiting.”

You followed Johnny through twisting corridors, up grand staircases, and hallways filled with paintings probably worth more than your life. You finally arrived at a beautiful gold enamel door, the knobs a shining brass that made a clinking side as Johnny opened the door with his gauntlet-clad hand.

Not even a second passed before you were completely swamped, swept into hugs and smacked on the shoulder so many times you were sure you’d find a bruise there later. Johnny shooed them away, protecting your shaking form as he laughed, “Alright, alright. Let’s let His Highness have a chance to see his favorite soldier.”

An amused voice retorted, “Is that jealousy in your voice Johnny? Or am I imagining things again? Step aside and let me get a good look at him.”

Your gasped from within your helmet, the sound echoing loudly throughout the room. Only a few people gave you looks, but they looked more amused than anything. Before you stood likely the most handsome boy you had ever laid eyes upon. A gorgeous smile played on his perfectly soft looking lips, deep brown eyes twinkling happily. Gentle waves of black hair spilled over his forehead, his hand coming up to push it away from his eyes as he laughed, “What’s this? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Your eyes were impossibly wide, completely forgetting all words as he leaned in and embraced you warmly, his mouth close to your ear, “It’s been too long, brother. You’ve been missed.”

Your heart stopped, feeling his breath fan across your lips as he spoke. You could barely find it in yourself to reply, “I-I’m glad to be back, Your Majesty.”

He pulled away, looking at you quizzically, “'Your Majesty’? You haven’t called me that since you first joined as a soldier. It’s just Ten, remember? No need for formalities.”

You were taken aback, “Yes, sir! I-I mean…Ten.” You let the one syllable name spring off your tongue, the sound of it leaving your lips satisfying.

“That’s better. Now,” he winced gingerly, “Please forgive me for this next bit. They really wanted to, and I couldn’t say no…”

You furrowed your brow, confused, “What do you-”

SPLASH!!!

You squealed rather girlishly by accident, the stinking scent of what could only be ale poured all down your body as they roared in laughter. Your nose crinkled, hair already beginning to smell as the stickiness washed down your body, “Come on, really?”

They were giggling like village girls and bar maids, even Ten couldn’t contain his amusement as he covered his nose with a handkerchief. He offered the little piece of silk to you, biting his lip as he stifled his laughter, “Here, maybe this will help.”

You rolled your eyes at him sarcastically, but blushed, taking the small square of fabric and dabbed at your eyes, “Gee, thanks, Your Majesty.”

He smiled, but behind his smile, you saw some type of confusion. For a moment you were worried he was beginning to catch on, you needed to act more like your brother. You coughed loudly, “Hm! So, which of you shitheads should I beat up first?”

That seems to shut them up, their eyes wide in shock for a moment before they burst into another fit of giggles. Ten sensed your discomfort, the ale beginning to dry and make your skin itch, “Here, I’ll have someone draw you a bath.”

You felt panic rise in your throat, “O-oh! No, I’m fine! Promise!” You were in dangerous territory and your cover could be blown.

“No, you’re not,” Ten lifted a perfect brow, already sending an attendant to prepare your bath. “Let me take care of you for once, okay?”

You couldn’t argue with royalty, your shoulders sagging in defeat as you nodded silently. As you waited to be whisked away by servants, you watched the other boys interact, smiling to yourself as you watched them act so childishly. You thought how happy your brother had been only a month ago, amidst all his comrades
and friends. Your eyes lingered on Ten, who seemed to be doing the same thing as you, watching from afar with a smile playing on his lips. Sensing your gaze he looked over at you, his face suddenly changing again into one of confusion and scrutiny, as if he were looking into a pool of water. You looked away with a blush on your cheeks, hidden behind your helmet as a servant informed Ten that your bath was ready.


You were led down a hall decorated with ancient suits of armor to a large bathroom, probably the most luxurious looking room you’ve ever been in. You gaped at how ornate the bathtub was, steam curling from the surface of the water that was sprinkled with flower petals. You were left alone as the servant backed out, realizing your identity was still hidden as long as you were careful.

With a relieved sigh, you went to unbuckle your armor, resting the lightweight metal on the tiled bathroom floor gently so as to make no noise. You didn’t want any unexpected guests, for sure. You stripped quickly, glad to be able to see the womanly shape of your body in an exquisite full length mirror on the wall as you stepped into the steaming bath.

You let out a small moan of appreciation, sinking deep into the bath and letting the water swallow you whole. You scrubbed the sickly sweet smell of ale from your skin, still unable to understand why men did these sort of things.

There was a sudden knock on the door, Johnny’s voice coming in muffled through the door, “You good in there? Need any help?”

You sat up suddenly, smacking your head hard back against the tub, “Ow, shit! Y-yes, I’m fine!” You clapped a hand over your mouth, forgetting to make your voice deeper. You looked over at the door handle and realized that it wasn’t locked.

“What was that?,” Johnny questioned, turning the handle at the same time. “I’m coming in.”

“No!,” you cried out, still disoriented from smacking your head. “Don’t-”
“Oh, hey! There you are,” Johnny smiled, pretending to shield his eyes. “Didn’t know you were still in there. Your hair’s gotten so much longer! One month can really change a person, I was wondering why you were so short looking.”

If you weren’t afraid of your cover being blown, you would have smacked him in the face. Your hands were too busy discreetly cupping your breasts as you tried to remain calm, “Y-yeah. I’m really out of shape, it’s kind of embarrassing actually…” You were trying to imply that you didn’t want to be seen naked, but it went through one ear and out the other.

Johnny pouted, “Hey don’t say that. You had the best abs out of the entire Guard and I bet they’re still there, let’s see…”

“WAIT! NO!,” you shrieked girlishly as Johnny lifted you from under the armpits and out of the tub with ease, letting you dangle midair in his grasp.

To your surprise he remained rather composed, even when you were before him in all your naked glory, Johnny still managed to be calm, “Well then. You surely aren’t a man.” Your eyes widened as he placed you down gently, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you to give you some semblance of modesty. He gulped, scratching the back of his head, “Hey there, ______.”

“Hey…,” you said, still scared to breathe as you tripped over your words, “I-I can explain-”

He didn’t seem to be listening as he passed a hand over his face and groaned, “Your brother is going to kill me.”

You grew agitated, snapping your fingers to get his attention, “Nevermind about that, Johnny,” you took a deep breath. “You absolutely can’t tell anyone that it’s me.”

“Why not?,” he whispered, flopping his hands dramatically, “You know this is probably some sort of crime? Like a felony? Like the ones that get you thrown in jail?”

“I’m not stupid,” you pouted, tightening the towel around you. “This is the only way I can save my brother, Johnny.”

“What? Is he not better?,” he furrowed his brow.

You nodded, clenching your fists, “That’s why I have to do this. We don’t have any money left, and he’ll die if I don’t get him some real help.”

Johnny grasped your shoulders, bending down to your level, “_______, why didn’t you say anything sooner?! I’m sure the Prince would have helped him long ago. Hell, even I would have!”
“Then help me right now, Johnny,” you whispered, “This is something I can’t do myself.”
The tall soldier’s lips parted in surprise, but he nodded in understanding, “Okay.” A sudden loud bang was heard, seeming to come from the room where you’d been. Johnny’s hand reached for the hilt of his sword, shock and confusion written on his face. His entire demeanor changed as he reached for the door, voice low, “Get dressed, soldier, and meet up with me. Looks like I’ll have one more person besides the prince to protect.”

With that he rushed out the door, heading towards where shouting could be heard in the distance. You dressed quickly, once again struggling to put your armor on correctly, hands shaking as you thought back to Johnny’s words. I don’t need to be protected, you thought with a frown. I can protect myself and I can protect the prince. Watch me.

Strapping on your sword, you traced Johnny’s footsteps, realizing that it was much quieter now, causing uneasiness to settle in your stomach. You reached the room that you had initially been in, only to find it in shambles, the entire side wall had been completely wiped out. You gasped, pressing a hand to your mouth as you saw the bodies sprawled around in the rubble. You felt like you were going to vomit, tears pricking at the back of your eyes as you stumbled back a few steps. Ten was nowhere in sight, the Crown Prince was gone. You wandered over to a few of the bodies, gulping as you checked to see if any of them were still alive. You had no such luck, turning to search for Johnny when he realized with relief that he was not among the fallen.

A hand grabbed your ankle, a scream released from your throat as you stumbled back in shock. One of the soldiers you had thought dead was clinging on to your leg for dear life, but he didn’t look like a soldier you had seen in the room earlier. His voice was raspy, raw in his throat as he gurgled, “We have him already, you fool. You’re too late!” He cackled, dragging himself up your leg as you began to scream in terror, not sure what to do in that moment.

Suddenly, you were embraced from behind, a strong arm brought a stained broadsword down on your assailant. You screamed in terror, feeling the man’s life blood splatter down your armor, the hand on your leg twitching and going limp. You couldn’t help the tears that spilled down your cheeks as you turned to find the familiar face of Johnny, not a single trace of mercy on his features.

“Shh, it’s alright, ______,” Johnny murmured, sheathing his sword and taking your head in his two hands so you had to look at him. “Listen to me,” he shook you lightly, “______, listen to me. If you want to help your brother, you’re going to have to help me.”

“I need you to help me save the prince.”

You hiccupped once more, lip trembling as you met his gaze, “Why me? I could hardly handle a half dead man attacking me! You think I could fight,” you gestured to the gaping hole where the wall used to be, “whatever did this?!

Johnny gave you a hard, serious look, uncharacteristic for the usually cheery boy, “Absolutely.” He scoffed, looking you up and down, “I mean, who is brave, or down right crazy, enough to steal their twin’s armor, impersonate him, sneak into the castle, and even trick the Crown Prince?”

You looked up at him, realizing that a trained soldier, renowned for his battle prowess, was praising you. He believed in you. Why shouldn’t you believe in yourself? You knew in this moment your brother would haven’t hesitated, agreeing to rescue the prince without a seconds hesitation. You thought of Ten’s beautiful smile, the way his voice had been so close to your ear…you had to save him too. You blushed, knowing that it was more than duty driving your actions. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but when your eyes met Ten’s, something deep inside of you awoke. Something you didn’t realize you had within yourself. No one fell in love in a matter of an hour though…right?

You set your teeth, determination in your heart, “Okay, I’ll do it. But Johnny,” you murmured, “What did this?” You looked out of the hole again, seeing the vast kingdom spread before you.

“Dragon,” he replied, eyes hard as he followed your gaze. “And not just any old dragon, no…this was the same dragon that killed Ten’s grandfather, the old king.”

Your eyes widened, “How do we know Ten is still alive then?!” Panic and fear coursed through your veins as images of Ten’s body mirrored those in the room.

“We don’t,” Johnny stated, already beckoning you to follow after him. “But we can only hope that the dragon is a greedy beast. If he’s smart, he won’t kill the prince right away, instead hopefully he’ll use him as a hostage to get what he really desires: gold and jewels.”

Your mind went back to all the bedtime stories of greedy gold-obsessed dragons your mother had told you and your brother, and the brave knights who saved princesses captured by them. If you hadn’t been so worried, you would have laughed at the turn of events. Here comes a female wannabe knight to save her prince.

Johnny and you arrived at the stables, taking two horses that were already saddled and ready to ride. He turned towards you, “Have you ever rode a horse before?”

You shook your head, eyeing the large animal nervously. The tall knight came over and guided you into the saddle, “Well now’s your time to learn. Just do what I do, you’ll be fine.”

You nodded, watching as he swung his leg over the black stallion with ease, “Let’s go. Hyah!” He snapped the reigns, the horse snapping to attention and bolting out of the stable and into the castle courtyard. You panicked, hands shaking as you mirrored Johnny’s actions, “Hyah? Ah!”
Your grey mare was a feisty girl, kicking off at a break neck pace and catching up with Johnny’s horse in a matter of seconds. The long haired boy, glanced over at you in approval, a type of brotherly look you hadn’t seen since your twin had fallen ill. “The dragon lives in a deserted town not too far ahead, a short ride. When we get there, I need you to follow my every command. Do you understand?”

You nodded, focusing on the task at hand and urging your horse on as the two of you raced towards the prince.

~

You arrived at the abandoned village, a desolate place that smelled of burning wood and fire, no surprise there. Johnny cautioned you with a hand as you followed him from the spot where you had hidden your horses. “We have to be extremely quiet, dragon’s have senses far superior to ours. He’ll know we’re coming if we’re not careful.”

“Okay,” you whispered, placing a hand on the hilt of your sword to reassure yourself.

Johnny noticed and nodded in appreciation, “See? You already have the instincts of a soldier.” He halted you, taking you behind a brick wall that had managed to survive the town’s demise. “Draw your sword. Quietly though,” he winced, as you noisily pulled out the gleaming piece of metal.

“I pray to every god that it won’t come to it, but if you somehow have to use it, I want you to be able to defend yourself,” Johnny whispered, silently drawing his own sword. “It’s a broadsword, so it must be held strongly in two hands since it’s a heavier weapon.”


You mirrored his pose, widening your stance and lifting the sword to match the height of his, “Like this?”

He nodded, “Yes, good. Now,” he brought the sword in a swinging arc, a devastatingly powerful move. “Try that.”

With conviction, you almost expertly copied his move. Johnny’s eyebrows shot up, a hand pulling up his visor in surprise, “Good, ______.” You smiled, proud to have shocked him, a seasoned fighter and master swordsman.

He looked around, “That’s all we have time for now, we need to move on. If we end up surviving this, I’d be glad to teach you more later. Maybe even your brother could, if he hasn’t killed me before the dragon does.”

As you got closer to where a stream of smoke circled into the air, a foul sulfuric odor poured into your nostrils. You coughed and brought your visor down, seeing Johnny do the same as the smell reached his nose, “What is that?”

“That, ______, is dragon,” Johnny whispered, clearing his throat quietly as you crept even closer to what appeared to be the remnants of an old keep. You gazed at the crumbling stone, trying to picture what it might have looked like before the dragon had destroyed it.

You and Johnny snuck over to one of the walls, peeking into a hole to get a good look at what you would be dealing with. You stifled a gasp with your hand as your gaze landed on the great scaly beast curled up on top of a heaping pile of glittering gold and jewels. Johnny hushed you, placing a hand on your back to steady you as he craned his neck in search of Ten. You did the same, finding him trapped under one the dragon’s great big claws, bloodied and bruised. Your heart leapt as you pointed and whispered, “Johnny!…”

“I see him. Seems like he’s still alive,” he replied, turning toward you. “Here’s the plan. I’m going to sneak in there to see if I can just slip him out without the dragon waking up. I want you to stay here, okay? Worse comes to worse, I want you to run as fast as you can from here and hide. Do you understand? Ten and I may die, but I don’t want you to be killed as well.”

You went to protest, but Johnny snapped back, “I can’t take you away from your brother, _______. He still needs you.”

You shut your mouth, watching with your stomach turning in knots as Johnny took a deep breath and began to inch away. You stopped him with a whisper, “Johnny,” you lifted your visor and pressed a kiss to the cheek of his helmet, “Good luck.”

The tall knight nodded, squeezing your shoulder one last time before he slipped into the large hall that the dragon used as his home. You silently moved around too, unable to take your eyes off of Ten who lay weakly beneath the dragon. You felt so useless just standing there, wanting more than anything to just run in after Johnny. You decided it wouldn’t do no harm to follow him from afar, just in case, right?

You did just that, creeping after Johnny who was already crawling on all fours up the huge mound of gold towards the prince. He was so close too, just a few arm lengths away from the dragon, who snoozed away, peacefully unaware. Your breath caught in your throat when you heard a gentle clang, watching as Johnny accidentally bumped into a gold vase. It teetered precariously, setting your teeth on edge. Johnny lifted a hand to still it, his foot slipped though, and instead of stilling the vase, he pushed it, the heavy metal tumbling loudly down the pile of treasure.

It was like a chain reaction, the way things occurred. First, Johnny’s hand went to his sword’s hilt. Next, Ten awoke, wiggling under the weight of the dragon’s claw with a gasp. Finally, one single terrible green eye cracked open and an ugly pink tongue snaked between scaly lips.

“Well, well,” came a deep rumbling from the back of the dragon’s throat. “What have we here? A little metal man coming to save his weak and tiny prince? How absolutely touching.” The dragon emphasized his words by pressing Ten down into his pile of gold, making him cry out in pain.

“Stop!” Johnny shouted, standing up completely and drawing his sword. “Let him go, you ugly ass lizard!”

“Oh, no, I can’t do that,” the dragon purred, revealing his pointed teeth in what must have been a smile. “He’s too valuable and I haven’t even gotten my gold yet.” He stretched lazily while sitting up, tightening his grip around Ten as he seemed to inspect him, “After I’ve received what I want, then I’ll kill him. There’s too many of you humans scurrying around anyway.”

“For a lizard, you sure do talk a lot,” Johnny retorted, but you could sense the slight waver in his voice. “If you won’t give him to me, then you leave me no choice but to take him from you.”

“Oh my, what a feisty little metal man you are,” the dragon chuckled, an ugly rumbling sound. “You know what isn’t so good about that armor you wear?”

Johnny furrowed his brow, “What?”

“How easily it melts,” the dragon laughed, sending a stream of fire directly onto Johnny, causing you to scream out in terror. You watched the dragon knock him back with his tail, the tall soldier falling limp down the mound of gold.

Making any noise was a grave mistake, the dragon whipping his head toward you, “Oh dear, seems like we have another little metal man here as well. You humans are like little ants, always crawling everywhere and breeding like rabbits. Truly disgusting.”

Ten craned his neck to look at you, “No! Run away!” He struggled in the dragon’s grip, but the beast only squeezed him tighter. “Go!”

“No,” you finally mustered the courage to speak. “I’m not going anywhere.” You looked over at where Johnny lay, his body still and his armor blackened, tears pricking at your eyes. “I won’t, not until you give the prince back or I die trying.”

The dragon blinked, “Suit yourself, but the second option will be your only outcome, little human.”

“Bring it, you damn lizard,” you gritted your teeth, drawing your sword. From somewhere deep inside, you felt a strange sense of calm, call it adrenaline or you just being crazy, but the sword felt familiar in your grip.

The dragon roared, releasing a stream of red hot flame at you, which you barely dodged. You rolled to your right, heading towards the tail end of the dragon, who moved clumsily as you maneuvered around him nimbly. Johnny had been too tall to dodge, but you were much smaller, littler enough to sneak in and around the dragon’s legs without his claws catching you.

Ten was screaming in agony, the dragon crushing him in his claws as you rushed to free him. Reaching one of the dragon’s hind legs, you swung your sword wildly, remembering what Johnny had shown you earlier. The dragon bellowed in pain, but that surely wasn’t enough to stop him.

“_______!,” you heard a voice yell, turning in relief to see Johnny hobbling up the mound of gold. “Keep going, I’ll distract him!” The tall knight dragged his sword behind him, bringing it down one of the dragon’s front legs. He was injured, but definitely still able to throw punches.

You nodded, the sound of your panting echoing as you got the sudden maniacal idea to climb up the scaly beast. The oversized lizard wasn’t going to put Ten anywhere near your reach, so you would just have to go get him yourself. You grabbed onto one of the dragon’s spines, hauling yourself up onto his back as Johnny distracted him. You were light enough that the dragon barely noticed, but once you got closer he surely would.

You were around his shoulders when he suddenly thrashed violently, sensing your presence, “Argh! Get off of me you disgusting little creature!” You screamed, almost falling as you managed to clutch onto a spike for dear life, the sharp spine slipping past a crack in your armor and puncturing your soft skin. You saw Ten being whipped around, his eyes darting around wildly as he struggled to not have his neck broken from whiplash.

“Ten,” you screamed, wincing from your wound as you used the dragon’s scales to shimmy across his arm towards him. “Hold on! I’m almost there!” Johnny was doing all he could to distract the beast, which turned out to be enough as you reached the prince, “I’m here, it’s okay!” You clutched onto him, realizing you didn’t know how you were going to pull him from the dragon’s grasp.

“Johnny!,” you shouted, already seeing the taller knight crawling up the beasts leg onto his back. The older boy seemed to understand, drawing his sword high above him as he reached the back to the dragon’s head. The giant lizard was scrabbling with one clawed hand behind his back, trying to grab at Johnny who managed to evade his reach. You watched in amazement as Johnny stood and brought his broadsword down upon the dragon’s neck, cutting deeply. The beast roared in agony, his wings flapping weakly and crumpling underneath him as he began to fall.

It felt like a building was collapsing from underneath you, your hands clutching onto Ten as the dragon’s grip on him loosened. The two of you free fell, landing hard on the slippery pile of gold and sliding down a ways, watching with wide eyes as the dragon collapsed beneath Johnny’s sword. The older soldier didn’t even spare a second glance at the fallen beast, dropping his weapon and stumbling over to where you and Ten had fallen. “Ten! ______!”

“Johnny,” Ten murmured, eyes still the size of dinner plates, allowing the tall knight to collapse next to the two of you, pulling you both into his broad chest. He ripped his helmet off, hair clinging to his sweaty soot covered face, “Thank god you two are okay.” He squeezed you again, but you cried out softly in pain. “______? What’s wrong?!”

“’________’?,” Ten furrrowed, confusion written on his handsome features, “Who’s _______…?”

Unable to protest, Johnny pulled your helmet off, allowing your true face to show, hair falling down from where you tied it up as he laid you gently down. You’re head felt dizzy, lifting a hand to see it covered in red as Ten looked over at you in shock. The long haired knight worked diligently to remove your armor, hand pressing onto the wound you’d received from the dragon, “Can you hear me _______?”

You gasped at the sensation, seeing stars from the pain, “Y-yep! Can definitely feel that too!”

Ten moved over to get a good look at your dirty face, brushing your hair away from your eyes, “Johnny…who is she? I thought this was-”

“She’s his twin sister,” Johnny mumbled, starting to panic as he realized you were losing a lot of blood. He rushed to take off his armor, pulling his tunic over his head to press it into your wound after lifting up your overshirt.

You managed to look up at Ten, a shy smile on your face, “I’m sorry we had to meet like this. It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way-”

Ten hushed you, lifting your head into his lap, “We’ll have none of that. I’ll hear about all of this,” he gestured down your body, “later. For now, rest.” He looked angry with you, but also confused, like he wasn’t sure you were real.

“Your Highness, we need to get her back to the castle as fast as possible,” Johnny said, already lifting you easily into his arms. “She needs medical attention immediately.”

“Right,” Ten gulped, seeing the way your pretty eyes glazed over. The moment he saw them unblocked by a helmet, he realized that it really had been you the whole time. He knew something had been off, but he hadn’t been able to put his finger on it. Now he knew, and he still couldn’t understand why.

As Ten mounted his horse and watched Johnny cradle you against his chest, snapping his horse to attention, all he knew was that you were possibly the most beautiful and bravest girl he’d ever seen. Bloodied and sooty as you were, to him, you were still prettier than any of the princesses that he was forced to court.

~

You woke up in a cloud. Or at least, that’s what it felt like to you as you were stirred awake by a gentle hand. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”

Your eyes cracked open, not wanting to leave the soft warm comfort of the bed, as you looked up grumpily at Johnny. You felt clean bandages wrapped around your waist, helping your injury recover. You groaned, flopping back down as he chuckled, “Get ready. Clothes are on the chair, come to the throne room when you’re ready. The prince wants to see you.”

You instantly perked up, which didn’t go unnoticed by the tall soldier as he winked at you, “Don’t keep him waiting.” You blushed, waiting for him to shut the door before you bolted over to the chair. You found a simple, yet beautiful dress made from the softest material you’d ever touched. It was a gorgeous maroon, like the color of a dried rose, beautiful and whimsical. It fit like a glove, slipping over your curves like it was meant for you. You stepped into a pair of shoes that were placed beside the chair, searching for a mirror to check your appearance. Finding one, you ran your fingers through your hair, pinching your cheeks to give them a rosy flush of color. It felt strange looking at yourself without seeing a suit of armor, your bare skin unfamiliar.

With that, you set off to find the throne room, winding through the hallways until you eventually were greeted by guards at a pair of large ornate double doors. They neatly pulled the heavy doors open, revealing a row of three thrones, lit by sunlight that filtered in through large windows. It was a beautiful and impressive room and you felt tiny compared to its grandeur.

One of the guards announced your presence and the crowd of people who had been gathered near the thrones turned towards you. There were some smiles, some furrowed brows, and some impressed smirks, and you couldn’t help but blush at the attention. In the midst of all of them stood Ten, dressed in a deep navy that complimented your maroon well, almost like they were a matching set. You turned a deeper shade of red as you approached him, curtsying clumsily as you stuttered, “Your Majesty.”

You hadn’t saw the way Ten’s eyes widened when you had walked in, a dusting of pink sprinkled across his smooth cheeks as he beheld you. A smile spread on his lips as he saw the way you bobbled when you curtsied, he wanted to have some fun with you, “______, you stole your brother’s royally sanctioned armor, impersonated him, and snuck into the royal guard.”

You looked up at him in surprise, eyes big, forgetting that you’d committed several crimes. You looked over at Johnny, who wouldn’t meet your gaze, preoccupying himself with something on the ground. “Your Highness, I can explain-”

“I’m not done,” Ten interjected, causing you to shut your mouth obediently. He took a step towards you, so close that you could have reached a hand out to touch him. To your surprise, he took your hand gently in his, lifting you up, “And, you helped save me from the very dragon that killed my grandfather.”

Your lips parted, gazing into his warm eyes as he smiled at you, perfect teeth flashing brilliantly, “Thank you, ______. You didn’t have to help me, but you did anyway. You’re the bravest girl this kingdom has ever seen and,” he looked up at you shyly between his lashes, “Possibly the most beautiful too.”

Your hand shook in his, which held onto yours securely, anchoring you to the ground, “T-thank you, Your Highness-”

“Ten,” he smirked, seeing how nervous you were by his words. “It’s just Ten, remember? Pleasure to finally meet your aquaintence properly.” He stooped down, kissing the back of your hand with lips that were softer than flower petals.

You gasped softly, trying to recover as you murmured, “_______. The pleasure is all mine.”

“Oh, I bet it is,” he winked, tugging you just a little closer and refusing to let go of your hand. He turned and beckoned a certain tall knight over, “Sir Johnny. Please join us.” The long haired knight smiled, coming to your other side and warmly taking your hand with a comforting squeeze.

Ten looked out upon the crowd, glancing proudly at you and Johnny, “My people, behold your champions! Dragon slayers by the names _______ and Johnny.”

You felt a happy warm flush wash over you as Ten and Johnny lifted your arms into the air, looking out upon the crowd and landing on a pair of eyes that mirrored your own. Time stopped, the only thing moving was your feet toward those eyes. You ran into his arms, causing him to stumble back a few feet as you whispered, “You’re here.”

“Hey there ______,” the familiar timbre of your brother’s voice chuckled, embracing you back as the crowd around you clapped.

You let the joyful tears slip down your face, “How?”

Your twin held you out at arms length, giving you a knowing look, “I think you know. Why don’t you go thank him?” He nodded to somewhere behind you, following his gaze, your eyes landed on the prince.

You don’t know what you were thinking, but perhaps you were finally letting out all the withheld emotions you’d been feeling. When you stumbled clumsily towards Ten, you somehow ended up in his arms, cupping his face as you pressed your lips sweetly to his. You broke away after a few seconds, eyes snapping open as you realized what you had done, “O-oh, Ten, I-I…”

Ten didn’t even hesitate, grinning once again about how such a courageous girl could be so shy, “Why don’t we try that again, hm?”

The dark haired prince cupped your face this time, seeming to shield you from the world as he pressed his lips to yours passionately. As the crowd cheered once again, your bodies moved flush together, knowing that he could feel your heart beating against his chest. You let out the smallest of moans, quiet enough so that only he could hear, his hand going to your waist in approval as he pulled away and gasped for air. He didn’t even take a breath, pressing kisses to your neck that tickled,'making you giggle softly, “Ten!”

“Say it again,” he whispered, looking up at you in wonder. “Please say my name.”

Ten,” you breathed against his lips, pressing one more chaste kiss there before pulling away and melting into his arms.

“Thank you for saving me, ______,” Ten murmured, stroking your hair.

“No,” you shook your head with a smile, “I think we saved each other.”

He laughed, grinning as Johnny and your brother came over to tug you two into a group hug. For the first time in a long while, you felt safe, secure, and more happy than you could even express with words.

Johnny looked down at you, raising his eyebrow with a smirk, “So, are you still willing to become my apprentice, Lady ______?”

You gaped at him, looking over at Ten who grinned, “I might have made you the first female knight on the Royal Guard.”

“You won’t be a lady for long though,” Ten continued, lacing his fingers with yours shyly. “I was thinking you could be more along the lines of my princess?”

You laughed, pecking his cheek, “I’d like that very much, only if you’re my prince though.”

Creepypasta #1052: The Beast In The Dryer Liked To Eat My Clothing When I Was Seven

Length: Long

The beast in the dryer liked to eat my clothing.

I didn’t know why, but he told me he loved the taste of my socks, sweaters, underwear, pants, shirts, tights, whatever he could gets his paws on. He told me he lived on soap, little girl’s clothes, and prayers at night, but if I wanted to sneak him a candy bar now and again, he wouldn’t complain. Because I was seven, this made perfect sense to me. 

The company was nice when I was down in our scary, unfurnished basement doing laundry. I was forced to do my own laundry because my family was giant and difficult to manage, so I had lots of time to sneak out a pair of socks, a shirt I didn’t really like, or an old and holey pair of tights. In return for his “snacks,” the beast was the best friend I’d ever had. I’d tell him about my day, about my friends. I would even tell him all the secrets I was scared to tell my parents, like how I found my oldest sister Victoria naked with her boyfriend, or how Daddy talked about money problems when he thought we were all asleep, or how my fourteen-year-old brother Levi snuck out every night and came back smelling sweet and rotten. The beast told me I was a good observer, that I noticed things nobody else did. He said this made me very special, especially because I didn’t go blabbing all these secrets I carried.

He said, “Dolly, you’re a special girl and I’m a special beastie, which is why we’re such good friends.” Dolly was his nickname for me, since he said my real name, Diana, was very stuffy. I kind of agreed.

I liked talking to the beast in the dryer so much that I started offering to do other people’s laundry. My nine-year-old sister Millie, who was the meanest person in the world, told me that because I offered she wouldn’t flush my goldfish down the toilet. Levi said thanks and gave me a brownie that made me feel funny and then throw up. Victoria said I could, but I was to absolutely never look in her drawers or touch her “lingerie.” The second-meanest member of my family, my twelve-year-old brother Danny, told me now I had to do his laundry forever, and I’d better give it to him all folded and neat, or else he’d “mash me.” My siblings were horrible and I hated them all. I told the beastie.

“I was being helpful and really nice,” I lamented to him as I folded Danny’s laundry, making sure his shirts were nice and neat. “Nobody even said thank you but Levi, and he gave me that dumb brownie. I think it was a prank.”

The beast snorted furiously. “Dolly, don’t you think about that. You’re so polite and kind to your brothers and sisters. They just don’t appreciate you. But I do!” The dryer rattled and I could tell he was mad. He cared about me so much, even more than my mom and dad. “I appreciate you more than anybody else, and don’t you ever forget that.”

“They don’t appreciate me,” I repeated. “You do, though.”

“That’s right,” the beast affirmed. “Now, do you have any snacks for me today?”

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Abandon All Hope (Part 1)

A/N: This was a fic I have been really excited about writing. Believe me, I was constantly talking about it to my friend for days. This is kinda an AU but kinda not. Everything that is happening in TWD is still happening. Some stuff has changed for the Winchesters background with Supernatural but there’s still a lot of the same things happening. I hope you all enjoy and would love to hear your positive feedback. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged. 

Summary: (y/n) Winchester is just trying to survive the new world of the apocalypse with her brothers, Sam and Dean. While looking for your father, John, you come across two men who welcome you to their community, Alexandria. The events that follow will test the limits of not only your mind and body, but also your heart. (Sorry I’m not too good at writing summaries.)

Pairings: Eventual Daryl x reader, Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Characters: (y/n) Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Aaron, Daryl Dixon

Word Count: 1963

Warnings: language, angst-maybe, sibling bickering

Tagging: @thewalkingdeadfanfiction

(a lot of gifs I know. Wanted all the characters shown. Sorry not sorry. :P)

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Originally posted by frozen-delight

Originally posted by fyrossmarquand

It was the end of the world. The dead walked among us and the only people you had left were your two brothers. Being a Winchester, you grew up into the hunting life killing all things evil while saving innocent people. Your father taught you and your brothers the life after your mother was killed by a demon. So, you’d think that the apocalypse wasn’t anything new for the three Winchesters, but it was. Yes, they had stopped the first one, but this one was much different. One day, all the angels fell from heaven, losing their grace and becoming human. The demons were free to pillage the earth and make it their own. They thought it would be fun to make a virus that would wipe out not only the human race, but also any evil creature that walked among us. The thing they weren’t expecting was the fact that the virus was so strong that it was affecting the demons as well. Demons inevitably became sick as well and withered away. Then they’d come back just like the others did as corpses hungry for human flesh.

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How about a really intimidating/rude teenage MC? Y'know, a teen that's built on angst? That swears a lot? (But they're not all bad, they're just like that when they first people people? Thanks

Everything is platonic, no romance here. Also, there is A LOT of swearing so just be aware

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Annoyed. As usual.

I’m very frustrated by the way writers handle things. (I’m looking at you Jule Bag) From what I recall, Kai hasn’t killed any of Bonnie’s family members. (He has roughed up Damon and Elena and a bit everyone else but, who hasn’t?) And even in pure anger, he still didn’t kill anyone really close to her because she mattered. Fucking Damon, the one with the “redemption arc” has done way more fucked up shit to her and her friends, he killed Tyler Lockwood hello??? He has treated her like shit so many times and even wanted her dead at one point. Stefan killed her boyfriend as of recent. BUT EVERYTHING THEY HAVE DONE WILL JUST BE OVERLOOKED!

Bonnie has and will forgive them. Even though the both of them have straight up butchered hundreds and hundreds of people it’s all fine and dandy because their “humanity” was turned off (by choice, mind you). Meanwhile Kai, who has a confirmed mental illness, is deemed as the worst one out of all of them. WHAT. THE. FUCK? (Of course this isn’t me trying to excuse shit, this is just me trying to understand pros and cons that these shit writers try to make us understand and let me tell you, it ain’t working)

Julie Dulie can be all “But he killed his family. He murdered his pregnant sister. He’s a terrible person.” Hoe, I swear to the all mighty God, that you don’t make a lick of sense. The only character you treat well is Damon. Sit down. You’re not low. If bonkai can’t happen because of the reasons you show us, then neither should your other ones. You’re a hypocrite and you need to practice your writing before you tackle a popular show because your writing is shit.

I’ll Always Support You // Conor Maynard

— Heyy! Can you don an imagine where y/n isn’t famous (or a youtuber) and she’s dating conor? Thanks! —

I turned off my computer after I finished watching a video of my uni lecturer talking nonstop about the peripheral nervous system. I had enough time to do my makeup and get dressed before leaving to go to the boy’s flat which was just a couple minute walk from mine. Today, Conor is performing at Wembley stadium for the Rays of Sunshine concert.

We’ve been dating for a couple months now, but we pretty much have kept out relationship out of the spotlight. My social media accounts were private, so no one outside my friends and family really knew anything about my life. At the beginning, I wasn’t comfortable exposing my life to his fanbase because I liked my privacy. But obviously, since him and his friends are constantly in front of a camera, recording all aspects of their lives, it’s only natural that his fans found out about me. Conor and I met at a small party, my friend who’s dating one of his mates had invited me. We spoke all night at that party, he asked for my phone number before I left, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

I left my house, makeup and hair done, dressed in an off the shoulder short dress and ankle boots and walked a small distance to the apartment he shared with his friend and brother. I buzzed their intercom to let me through the gates and made my way to their door. I knocked on their front door and was embraced in a hug from Anna, his little sister. She had come down from Brighton to see Conor perform. I had recently met his entire family, to which they welcomed me with open arms.

“Y/N, I love the way you did your makeup!” Anna complimented. We got very close, we treated each other as if we were each others sisters.

“I was just going to say the same about yours”, I laughed.

“Yo, Y/N!”, Jack walked into the room and high fived me then hugged me. “What you been up to?”

“Just been forcing myself to study all morning, the usual”, I sighed. “You vlogging today?”

“Oh yeah!” Just as I mentioned that, he pulled out his camera. “Good morning guys, hope you’re all doing well. I’ve got special guests with me today, Y/N, Anna, be nice and say hello”.

I waved to his camera and poked my tongue out. Just a couple days ago, I gave him permission for me to be in this vlog. I walked off as he continued to talk about the concert to go find Conor. I found him in his room blow drying his hair. “Hey babe”, I hugged him from behind as I watched him from the mirror in front of us.

He smiled widely and turned off the blow dryer. “Hey beautiful. You look amazing today”, he then pulled me into a hug and kissed my lips, letting his lips linger on mine.

“So the superstar is in here, getting – ooh bad timing” I heard Jack from the doorway with the camera in his hands, recording us but catching us at a bad time. He then left, causing us to laugh.

“How’ve you been my love”, Conor asked.

“Not too bad, are you nervous for today?” I let go of Conor to let him finish getting ready so I sat on his bed.

“Nah, I think I’ll be fine”, he responded.

“Yeah, I know you will. You’re very good at what you do”, I smiled at him. As he was finishing getting ready, I was scrolling on my phone for about half an hour. “Babe, its ten past twelve, what time do we need to be there?” I asked.

“Shoot. We should be leaving soon, so I have time to rehearse and do those interviews”, he said checking his watch.

“Conor, the uber is here!” I heard Anna yell from the living room. We all then left and arrived at Wembley stadium.

“Y/N, how you feeling? You look worried” Jack laughed, sticking the camera in my face as we walked to Conor’s dressing room.

I laughed. “I don’t know why I’m nervous. I know he’ll do amazingly well tonight, as he always does”, I looked at Conor and kissed his cheek as he put his arms around me.

“Ew”, Jack joked around, He then turned the camera off.

“Will you guys be okay by yourselves?” Conor asked.

“We’re big kids, we’ll be fine”, Jack said.

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep an eye on Jack”, I said to Conor, Anna laughed and Jack then rolled his eyes. “Good luck baby. Love you”.

“Love you too”, Conor kissed me before leaving to do interviews then rehearse on stage.

We kept ourselves busy for the next couple of hours by eating and giving ourselves a little tour. I checked the time and it was a quarter past five, the show would be starting soon. Jack, Anna and myself were then escorted by two security guards to a closed of section in the arena, giving us a perfect view of the stage. Anna and I were really excited, seeing all these artists live for the first time. We danced to each performance, singing all the popular hits along with them. We were given breaks after each performance. The stadium lights then went off, and Conor popped up on stage, causing the crowd to go wild. Conor then performed some covers and his original songs, Anna and I were dancing our butts off while Jack was vlogging for his channel. We all got into the shot of his camera, mouthing the lyrics to the song Conor was singing. As Jack was filming Anna and I dancing, I looked up to see Conor right at the edge of the stage, looking directly at me. Whilst he was singing as I mouthed ‘I love you’ to my boyfriend.

“I love you too baby”, Conor said into the microphone right in the middle of his song, then the whole crowd went more wild, if that was even possible.

After Conor finished, the security guards then took us backstage, Jack still vlogging everything. All the lucky winners who won backstage passes then started screaming as we were passing them. A lot of the winners were then yelling for Jack, and some even asking me and Anna to take photos with them, to which we did.

“Oh my god, Y/N you’re so pretty!”, one of the girls yelled, I thanked her. I took a bunch of selfies with different people, even though I wasn’t famous at all, I guess being the girlfriend of a famous person does put me into the public’s eye, whether I like it or not. As soon as Conor walked into the room, the attention then diverted to him and everyone started screaming. I watched him have his mini meet and greet, his face genuinely lighting up as he met everyone, it melted my heart. I took a couple of sneaky pictures as I watched him chat with his fans. As soon as the night was done, I was so exhausted that I fell asleep on Conor’s shoulders during the ride home.

“Y/N, baby, wake up”, he whispered into my ears, I groaned but got up anyway.

We all walked into their flat, Anna and Jack going straight to bed. I made my way to Conor’s bathroom to brush my teeth with a toothbrush I keep here. I took off my makeup and went to Conor’s drawer to steal a tshirt to wear to bed. I sat on Conor’s bed going through the videos and photos I took of tonight, smiling to myself. Conor jumped into bed behind me and pulled me down with him by my waist. I showed him the photos I took of today and he asked me to send them to him.

“Thank you so much for coming and supporting me tonight”, Conor said as he kissed my hands.

“Are you crazy? I will always support you, till the end. You make me so proud”, I kissed his cheeks then his lips.

“I know things can sometimes get a little crazy being with me, but still thank you”, he smiled

“A little crazy?”, I joked around.

“You know what I mean. But I guess our relationship is a little more out into the open now”, he said.

“I don’t mind it anymore, I don’t want to try and hide our love. It’s too stressful. From now on things will be different, especially since I’m going to be in Jack’s new vlog. Not just in the background anymore”, I said, my hands slightly rubbing his cheeks.

“Good, now I can flaunt my sexy girlfriend to the whole world, and make everyone jealous”, he laughed and kissed me on my lips. We then fell asleep in each other’s arms. For Conor, I would sacrifice anything for him, even if that means giving up some parts of my private life. I don’t care anymore, I would do anything for this boy. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So this is my first published little short fic! thank you to the person who requested this. I really hope you all enjoyed it. Sorry if im not too good haha, let me know what needs improving or let me know if you enjoyed it. please feel free to message me any requests!

Happy Birthday, Elise!

It was halfway through the morning in Valla that particular day when the High Prince of Hoshido requested an audience with the Crown Prince of Nohr.

“What is all this formality, Prince Ryoma?” Xander asked as they both sat on the stone floor of an abandoned cathedral built in honor of Anankos, now in ruins. The nohrian  prince sat over the steps between the transept and the chancel as the hoshidan royal purposely put himself on the lower ground.

Ryoma wasn’t wearing his armor. He placed his Raijinto and his kodachi on his right side in respect of Prince Xander and sat formal style, showing every kind of vulnerability he found possible. After a few seconds of silence, Xander began to wonder if Ryoma had heard him at all and meant to repeat his question.

He was, however, cut off. “I have called you here in regards of the future of both of our kingdoms once this war is done and won.” Ryoma began, his voice deep and unfaltering; his eyes looking at the ground beside Xander’s feet. “Regarding ways to further strengthen the bonds between our lands and families.”

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Not Alone Anymore

Requested 

Prompts: 17.-“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.” 
43.-“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

45.-“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.” 
126.“You’re not interested, are you?”

Summary: Reader, Lincoln’s sister, runs from Arcadia because she can’t bear any longer how skypeople treat her. Bellamy finds her and convince her to come back, because he needs her.

Word count: 1570


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I was furiously punching and kicking the punching bag putting all of my anger to each punch.

With every next day I was getting more and more crazy. I didn’t know how much strength was left in me, but I was sure it wasn’t much.

I had agreed to come here with Lincoln because I had been promised better life. But after a month of being there I knew it was just a lie.

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You’re His, What? (Chanyeol)

“Yes, Oppa.” I replied to Jongin over the phone.

“Have to go, one of the members are talking about his girlfriend. We might be getting to meet her. I want to introduce you to them too, maybe some other time. See you! Tell my babies I miss them!” he exclaimed before the line dropped. I shook my head at the phone before turning to his three ‘babies’ playing in the corner. Monggu, Janggu and Janggah.

“Hey, your daddy said he misses you.” I said, they barked at me, Janggu strutting over to place a chewy toy in front of me. My phone rang again. Chanyeol.

“Jagi!” he called.

“Yes?” I answered, petting the dogs as they came over.

“I have great news! The members want to meet you!” he said.

“Really? I don’t know. What if they don’t like me?” I asked. The door opened and Chanyeol walked in, holding the phone up to his ear.

“Why would you think that? I think they’d love you! Well, not more than me, obviously.” he said. Even though he saw me physically sitting on the couch, he’s still speaking to me over the phone, smiling playfully at the real me. I laughed and hung up as he took off his shoes.

“I’m not sure. When do they want to see me?”

“Later today. I’ll drive.” he answered. My eyes widened.

“What?! Today? So soon?” I was getting worried. I don’t even know who his members are.

“It’ll be fine, please? For me?” he started using his pouty face. His arms swung around me, holding me tight while sitting on the couch.

“I’ll let go when you agree to go.” he said in the crook of my neck.

“Chanyeol…” I breathed.

“Say it.” he said, his breath tickling my neck. My giggling caused me to break.

“Okay okay! Stop that it tickles!” I started writhe in his arms. He realized what he was doing and started to breathe heavily on my neck just because he’s an ass. My giggling transformed into laughter as I tried to push him away.

“Okay! I’LL GO, I’LL GO! Chanyeol, stop it!” I cried, running out of breath. He stopped and started laughing as well.

Later that day, my nervous level rose. I was waiting for Chanyeol to get ready before we head over to the dorm. Walking back and forth, I kept thinking about what they might say, what should I say?

“Calm down, baby. Nothing’s going to go wrong. They’re going to love you. Just be yourself, I’ll be with you the whole time.” Chanyeol came down, hugging me from behind to assure me before we left the apartment.

Once we reached the door, he talked on the intercom thing on the wall.

“Who is it?” a voice asks from the intercom.

“It’s be, doofus. Baek can you open the door?” Chanyeol replied.

“Oh! Are you with your girl?” this 'Baek’ asks again.

“Yes! She’s nervous right now. Open the door.” Chanyeol repeated.

“GUYS! CHANYEOL AND HIS GIRLFRIEND ARRIVED! GATHER AROUND! Ill open it in a few seconds.” Baek screamed. I gripped onto Chanyeol’s hand tighter.

“Don’t worry. They’re great. Yeah some of them are loud but you put up with me don’t you? They’re friendly, don’t be scared.” he gave a reassuring grip to my hand before the door opened. Chanyeol took me into their dorm and I looked around.

My eyes landed on someone familiar before they widened in shock.

“YOU?!” we both pointed at each other. It was none other than my brother, Jongin.

“You’re the 'girlfriend’ hyung was talking about?!” he exclaimed, walking us up to us.

“You two…know each other?” Chanyeol asked, confused.

“Hyung! She’s my sister!” Jongin exclaimed.

“Wait…You’re the 'sister’ he wanted us to meet?!” Chanyeo suddenly yelled too. I was suddenly less nervous.

“It’s a small world after all.” a voice familiar to Baek’s said.

“No wonder you two look like. Aya!” Chanyeol held his head, confused from everything that’s going on.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone? More of it, Chanyeol!” Jongin questioned.

“I thought if I told you, you’d scare him, so I didn’t. Why didn’t you tell me about Chanyeol being in your group?” it was now my turn to ask him.

“I didn’t think you’d actually know him! Besides, I was going to introduce you.” he answered. The two of us frowned.

“Hyung, please treat her well. She’s my baby sister, I don’t know what I’d do if you break her heart.” Jongin said to Chanyeol.

“I’ll treat her like a queen, Kai-ya.” Chanyeol nodded. Kai accepted the relationship, although he looked a bit troubled.

“So you’re the Kai he told me about.” I realized.

“Yeah, more important question. Why didn’t you bring my babies?” he asked, crossing his arms. I grinned because I knew he was joking around. For the next hours, everyone spent the time to get to know me and honestly, I wish I could hang out with them everyday.

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MASTERLIST

the time has come for Papa IV to reveal himself. his arrival has been long awaited by the rest of the Clergy, as well as the masses. but first, a little meeting must be gathered. just to be sure that this new papal clad leader is…..up to snuff. Sister Imperater, Papa II, and Papa III are ready to assign the test. ***

Sister Imperater: my- I mean, our, dearest Papa IV. the time has come for you to usurp the thrown. our current Papa has been deemed……rather unfit. 

Papa II: she means to say- an idiot 

Sister Imperater: at the time he seemed rather promising. but as delightful as the public may view him- that is just the problem. our calling has not been taken seriously enough! and-

Papa IV: where may I ask is the first Papa?

Papa II: oh, dear boy he is long gone.. 

Papa IV: …..gone? 

Sister Imperater: *sniffles* yes…he passed away not too long ago

Papa IV: oh, I’m so sorry to hear that…

Papa II: Sister….where is Papa III?

Sister Imperater: …..he’s not here yet? 

Papa II: *checks phone*

Papa II: *sighs* 

Sister Imperater: *slams fists down on table* GOD DAMMIT.

 Papa IV: *flinches* 

Papa II: I think you’re scaring this young man, Sister.. 

Papa IV: oh no, I’m alright! I can understand why she’s upset i- 

Papa II: hush it, would you please?  

Papa IV: *sinks*

*door handle jiggles*

Papa II: *gets up*

Papa III: *muffled* is this door locked?

Papa II: *rolls eyes* *opens door* obviously…

Sister Imperater: you’re late!!

Papa III: sorry sorry! I, eh, had to see a man about a goat. a goat with really big horns….Satan. I had to see a man about Satan. I was working alright??

Sister Imperater: yes, well you won’t have to be doing that line of work for very much longer…

Papa III: eh eh eh! don’t be so mean! I’m well aware of that. that’s what this meeting is about, yes?

Papa II: will you just sit down already!

Papa III: and why is it so dark in here? *flips on light switch* 

Sister Imperater: *HISSES* 

Papa II: off! 

Papa III: okay okay sorry! 

Papa II: can’t you see that we’re trying to provide a little bit of atmosphere? 

Sister Imperater: *rubs eyes*

Papa III: I apologize Sister……oh my! 

Papa IV: *waves* 

Papa III: you are just a treat aren’t you? and look at that jawline, so handsome! but not as handsome as me of course

Papa II: *dripping with sarcasm* no…no..certainly not

Sister Imperater: enough of this! down to business. now. Papa IV. you are well aware of what we do in the Clergy, yes? 

Papa IV: of course madame.. 

Sister Imperater: we pride ourselves in weaving the fog. hiding in the shadows. trapping all of human kind in a sort of…walless maze

Papa II: *murmurs* I wrote that one…

Papa III: *whispers* I know you did.. 

Papa II: it was good wasn’t it? 

Papa III: *whispers back* was? it still is! it’s one of the favorites I like performing

Papa II: *puts hand to his own chest* really?? 

Sister Imperater: EXCUSE ME. 

Papa II & III: sorry! 

Papa IV: *laughs* you have no need to worry Sister…I am fully educated on the dealings of this group. 

Sister Imperater: *grins* so you…are well up to the challenge? 

Papa IV: yes. 

Sister Imperater: would you say that you are….on the level?

 Papa IV: ehh….sure?

 Sister Imperater: are you ready to swear? right here? right now? 

Papa III: *nearly smacks Papa II in the face* BEFOREEE THE DEVILLLLL!!! I wrote that one!!! 

Sister Imperater: *head desk*

 Papa IV: I can say with 100% certainty that I am ready. I know fully and completely regarding our dark lord. the Old One… eh…

Papa IV: *looks at smudged writing on his hand* 

Papa IV: …..Smeagol 

Sister Imperater: *looks up abruptly* WHO?! 

Papa III: LMAO.

Alpha: *outside the door* DIS BITCH DUNN’ JUST SAID SMEAGOL

Papa II: is that Alpha?! 

Alpha: hi Papa II!! 

Sister Imperater: ALPHA. GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR 

Papa II: *growls* Alpha…just as cheeky as I remembered him being. you did remember to re-lock the door after you came in didn’t you?

 Papa III: I think so 

Alpha: *bursts in* 

Papa III: oooooor maybe not 

Alpha: HEY. Sister Imperater! is the new Papa gonna take the Ghouls to Isengard?? 

Sister Imperater: GET. OUT!! 

Alpha: *runs out of room* DUDE FUCKIN ANSWERED WITH SMEAGOL. HAIL SMEAGOL. FUCK SCHOOL. SMOKE WEED. AND HAIL SMEAGOLLL. *runs down the hall cackling*

Sister Imperater: *puts head down on table* ……we are never going to be taken seriously ever again…. 

Papa II: goodness, what ever would make you think that?

Papa III: *rolls up sleeves* welllll. I think this would be a good time to break out the Papastrello! 

Papa II: I’ll fetch the glasses 

Papa III: Papa IV, would you care to join us? it’s pretty sweet, but if you’d like something more strong-

 Papa IV: oh no thank you. I don’t drink! 

Papa II & III:

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Partners in Crime

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest one of the Avengers (19), has the ability of psychokinesis (moving objects with mind) and problems with her mother. And Steve’s adorable.

Warnings: Little bit of angst + age difference for some of you?

Words: 1,1k

A/N: I actually wrote the mom-problem parts while having a fight with my own mother, so in that way they might not have effect on all of you, but they are kind of personal for me. I hope you like this one as well, I really enjoyed writing it and remember to send me requests xx

I sat at the corner of a big sofa at the Avenger’s Tower, rubbing my face with my hands, my heart beating like a drum and my breathing unsteady.

“Y/N?” I heard a soft voice calling my name and saw Steve standing at the doorway, looking a bit worried.

“Oh –hi Steve,” I mumbled before forcing myself to flash him a soft smile, “I thought you went training.”

“Yeah I’m about to, I just came to have a snack,” he nodded towards the kitchen, letting out a soft laughter, “I’m starving.”

I laughed quietly. “Tony ordered some pizza and I stole few slices from him, they are at the counter. You can eat them if you want to –it’s really good.”

“Is Tony aware of this thief play of yours?” He laughed, rising his eyebrow.

“He may not be, so if I were you I would watch my back as eating it,” I laughed, smiling innocently. “Otherwise he will think that you stole the pizza from him.”

“Well, I guess I’m your partner in crime now on,” Steve laughed, frowning then slightly. “Is everything okay?”

“I –uhh,” I mumbled, running my fingers threw my Y/H/C hair, before sighing deeply. “Not really.”

The worry on his face got deeper as he walked closer to me, waving towards the sofa. “Do you mind if I-“

“No, no –of course not,” I shook my head, giving him approval to sit next to me.

“So-“

I shook my head. “It’s nothing really, I’m sorry. I mean I just – it’s kind of hard to explain, you wouldn’t understand.”

Steve smiled softly, rising his eyebrows. “Try me.”

I breathed in heavily, biting my lip. “I just –had a fight with my mom. Again.”

Since I was the youngest of the Avengers, only 19, the others had very nurturing relationship towards me. They all saw me as kind of their little sister and treated me in that way. –Anyone but Steve at least. He was the only one who didn’t treat me like a child, but who knew that I was able to endure the missions –and being an Avenger overall, as well as the others notwithstanding my young age.

“It’s seems that after the whole Ultron thing she –umm doesn’t approve me to be part of the group. I mean, she never approved it in the first place but it seems to be enough for her already. I know she’s just worried but I’m not a child anymore, I can do this and-,“ I gulped thickly as I felt tears ascending to my eyes. “You know-, before I became one of the group I had nothing. Really. It was just me, alone, with the ability of moving things with my mind,“ I let out a laughter, “and I was always the freak. The weird kid, who had only few friends who didn’t even have time for me so every single day I went straight from school to home, having this crazy dream of that one day everything is going to change. Dream about that one day I’ll learn how to exploit my gift and make something good out of it. And now that I have all it all, now that I’m finally happy,“ I let out a nervous laughter as tears started to roll down my cheeks, “now that I finally really have something and people around me who cares about me and makes me happy, she wants me to stop. To come home and be that lonely circus freak again.” I sighed, wiping the tears off my cheeks. “And I can’t do that. I won’t do that.”

I flinched as I felt Steve’s hand landing carefully to my shoulder. I raised my head and saw him smiling at me softly, his eyebrows slightly frowned.

“I’m not very good at giving advices,“ he laughed softly, “but I agree with you. You are not a child anymore and you are justified to make your own choices. Your mother is probably just very concerned, but Y/N you are part of us now. You are an Avenger and no-one can take that away from you,” he gave a talk, laughing then carefully. “Except you –I mean, we are pretty messed up group after all. I mean come on -green giant, flying metal-man, god and lord knows what else –I totally understand if you are the one who wants to run away and never come back.”

“Yeah about that,” I uttered slowly. “I –uhh I got to go to the bathroom-,“ smiling brightly, I stood up, pretending to leave.

A surprised laugh escaped my lips as I was pulled back to the sofa by grinning Steve. I spun around, and fell right next to him, laughing.

“No, I won’t let you leave,” he laughed, tugging my hair carefully behind my ear.

I felt my breath rising as I realized how close we were, his hand still on my waist as his other caressed my cheek, our faces just inches away from each other’s. I nipped my bottom lip between my teeth and saw a glint in Steve’s blue eyes as he leaned slowly closer to me, giving me time to pull back if I wanted to.

But I didn’t. I tilted my head slightly and closed my eyes, as I felt him pressing his lips against mine for a soft kiss. I laid my hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating at least as hard as mine, perhaps even harder –if possible, and tangled my other to his hair, pulling him closer to me to make the kiss deeper. He chuckled softly, wrapping his both hands to my waist and lifted me to straddle him, without breaking the kiss even for a moment.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” Steve chuckled as we finally pulled apart, our lips swollen and both of us out of breath.

“Is that so?” I smirked, rising my eyebrow.

“Yes,” he breathed out, smiling brightly. “I just- I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way as I.”

I laughed softly, laying my head to his shoulder, his hand caressing my hair gently. “The feeling is very mutual, Cap.”

He smirked, placing his fingers under my jaw and lifted my head so I could see his face. “Well now that I’m aware of that, do you think that we could, you know, repeat our actions?”

I laughed, laying my hand to his cheek to pull him closer and kissed him softly. -And just as our lips met, I heard someone calling out my name, sounding annoyed. I grinned, hopping off of Steve’s lap.

“I guess Tony finally found out,” I laughed with innocent smile on my face.

“I promise to defend you,” he chuckled. “Partners in crime?”

“Partners in crime,” I laughed, before rushing out of the room grinning like an idiot.

my-dino  asked:

can I have a scenario of y/n being Vernon's gf, and he keeps seeing Wonwoo and Mingyu flirting with you and eventually sees Wonwoo kissing you and gets really jealous :)) xx


So sorry that this has taken so long to post! Hopefully this is enjoyable! :) Thank you for your request!



He just placed his hand on her thigh. He just did that, in front of my eyes.

Hansol and you, his girlfriend had come to seventeen’s dormitory to spend some time. He was too lazy to go anywhere so you had complied on visiting him here which had always been fun. You got along with all of the members and they treated you like a sister, some more than others though. Or at least that’s how you saw it.

Hansol saw it as straight up flirting. He knew his members well and the way Mingyu’s hand was resting on your thigh, the way he fixed his hair more often than usual - was not his normal behaviour.

He knew that you saw Mingyu as a really friendly guy and someone who you could be comfortable around with but he couldn’t help but to feel jealous every time you smiled at him or playfully hit his shoulder.

If it was only Mingyu who was flirting with you, Hansol probably would have said something about it, but it wasn’t all that simple. Wonwoo clearly liked you and if it wasn’t clear enough, he had told Hansol that he did in fact feel really nice around you and that you were very charming.

This time, Hansol wasn’t exactly in the same room with you three but he could see what you were doing in the living room while he was transferring his music to a usb stick on his computer.

“Oh my gosh, you have halo 5 for Xbox? Can we play?” you almost yelled when you noticed the gaming console under the small tv in the living room. You haven’t played any Xbox games in ages so, when you noticed that the boys had a working console - you got a little excited.

“Sure, uhh, do you want to play Mingyu?” Wonwoo said, undeniably getting a little excited that you enjoyed video games as well. He got up and got you three controllers but Mingyu refused to play because he said that he would get a headache.

“I’ll go see what Soonyoung is doing…” Mingyu muttered and tapped your thigh with his fingers before getting up. You smiled at him and happily took the controller from the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

You picked the controller up and made yourself more comfortable by leaning back. You turned to Wonwoo and in a flash, you felt his lips against yours. The kiss didn’t last long but it definitely caught you by surprise.

You quickly broke the kiss and looked at him with a shocked expression, wiping your mouth as an immediate reflex.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I don’t know what got to me, please try to understand, I -” Wonwoo apologised immediately, regret plastered all over his face.

You shook your head vigorously and tried to reassure him that you weren’t mad at him. How could you be mad at him? It was just an accident…right? You were just taken aback that’s all, especially because Wonwoo was not the type to usually act so suddenly.

“Are you sure? I’m so sorry, I just couldn’t control myself”

“No, it’s fine but it’s just that -“ you were desperately trying to hide your face that was slowly turning more and more red from embarrassment. As if you weren’t embarrassed enough, when you felt a pair of warm hands on your shoulders, it was like you had forgotten how to speak.

“Y/N, talk with me for a sec?”

Wonwoo looked above you, eyes locked on Hansol who was standing behind you, lightly rubbing your shoulders. You couldn’t see what kind of expression Hansol had on his face but when Wonwoo just slowly nodded, his face deadpan, you grew a little anxious. Was Hansol mad at you? Was he mad at Wonwoo?

You got up from the sofa, almost throwing the controller on the soft cushions. You didn’t dare to make eye contact with either of the guys so you just walked next to Hansol.

He took you to one of the bedrooms and you decided to just stand next to one of the bunk beds and lean on it, not sure how to really act or be. You tried to seem like you had yourself together but you really didn’t.

Your mind was buzzing with thoughts. Why did Wonwoo kiss you? Did Hansol see you two? What was going on?

Hansol locked the bedroom door and put his hands in his pockets, not saying a word but with his eyes locked on you.

“Are you angry at me?” you asked, without knowing what else to really say.

“No, no, I’m not angry. I just want to know what’s happening, like, between you two” Hansol said, voice surprisingly calm.

“Honestly, I don’t even know. All I know is that I’m sorry and I don’t know how that happened…” you explained, feeling rather guilty of what had happened with Wonwoo, even though it wasn’t really your fault.

“Are my kisses not good enough so you have to go kissing my best friends?” he asked, pursing his lips together. If he wouldn’t have smiled a little, you would probably have felt even worse about yourself.

“I’m just messing with you, but I do admit that I am jealous of the attention you give those two…” he told you, brushing through his hair with his fingers.

“Well, you shouldn’t be. Because I only love you, but if you do ever feel jealous, please, talk to me about it” you said, accepting his hug and wrapping your arms around his torso.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and embraced you tightly, slowly swinging from side to side as he held you. He let out a deep sigh and buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent that he always found so comforting.

He didn’t feel too great about himself either because he knew that jealousy wasn’t good for any relationship but Wonwoo did cross a line, a line only Hansol himself could cross.


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Taehyung Scenario: Good For Me.

Request:  Please write a scenario where u r Tae’s girlfriend and he takes you to meet BTS, they think you are his sister. When you get home you say all your worries about BTS thinking your his sister. Taehyung kisses you to shut you up and reassures you<3

Genre: Fluff / Romance


Everybody would say that it was normal the fact that even if you’d managed to do everything on your hands to look the best, asked Taehyung a thousand questions of what you could say, how you should be around the rest of the members, you were still feeling a wash of nervousness slipping through you.

–It’s gonna be fine Y/N, c’mon, give your pretty hands a rest– Taehyung stopped on the hallway to hold your hands between his. You hadn’t noticed you’d been playing with your fingers through the whole time you were going to the dorm.

–I’m just a little nervous – you said, trying to smile up at him. Taehyung leaned down to peck your lips softly, and then move right up to your forehead.

–You don’t have to, I already told them I was bringing someone with me–

You smiled at Tae and the way he had of trying to make this easy for you. He’d planned a little reunion with the rest of BTS to relax a bit, have a worry free night and spend a nice time. Some of their dates were going to be there as well as a few other friends, it really sounded nice and you decided to not get a little nervousness get the best of you.

You surrounded his torso with your arms and hugged him tightly, giggling a little when he started to playfully snuggle his face on your hair.

–Let’s go have fun, alright? – you said to him softly.

Taehyung picked up your head and you were faced with one of his million watts smiles. –That’s the idea–

You waited a little behind him while he opened the door, the catchy beat of the music could be heard already, you also heard laughs and someone complaining about another one cheating in some sort of game. Taehyung turned to give you another smile and opened the door completely, stepping to the side.

–Come in Y/N, let’s greet them–

And so you entered.

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