and how she defended herself

Pinkberry HCs

• Brooke is super super tech savvy. She was bored one preteen summer and checked out a book about coding at the library and picked up on it super fast and now she can hack into most basic-to-moderate mainframes/technology (the only person who knows abt it is chloe bc she’s seen all brooke’s computer monitors set up in her room) 

• growing up, Chloe’s mom was big on having her know how to defend herself and enrolled her in karate classes. She took classes until she was 15 and got her brown belt & now takes kickboxing 

• whenever they have sleepovers at Chloe’s house they sleep in her bed together because it’s a queen size and she doesn’t see the point in having one of them sleep on the floor. They tried to squeeze into Brooke’s twin a few times but gave up bc its just too uncomfortable

• slight continuation: whenever she sleeps at Brooke’s house, Chloe insists that she sleeps on the floor too because she doesn’t feel it’s fair to have one on the floor and one on the bed

• they made a pact that Chloe’ll pay for gas if Brooke pays for their tri-weekly yogurt  dates  sessions

• Brooke definitely listens to Taylor swift but like. Her older albums. Conversely, Chloe only listens to her more recent ones

• Chloe has a tendency to drift off into daydreams and Brooke finds it annoying sometimes because she’s more grounded in reality and can’t relate™

• Chloe writes exclusively in glitter gel pens. You know the ones

• Chloe takes French classes while Brooke takes Spanish and they often do each other’s homework with hilarious results

• when Brooke was younger she tried to write poetry and one day she digs up an old notebook to laugh at with Chloe but it turns out she finds it really interesting. Chloe winds up writing her own slam poetry and performs during poem night at the coffee store on the corner (she’s working up the courage to ask Brooke to come but most of them are about her so)

• Brooke loves astronomy. She’s had a telescope since she was 9 and can see the Big Dipper from her front porch & stargazing with chloe is her dream date

• best of all: they are Happy and Girlfriends in Love amen


Alya thought hard, she really did. 

Back to the glitters in her eyelids that streaked all the way down to her cheeks from July, that cup of coffee down the seventh street in that cafe, instant cupcakes baked at midnight, the cool marble floors from the vast mansion that became momentarily mellow when the fireplace was ablaze and all she could stare at was bright blue eyes, eyes that she’d known for sixteen years and wanted to know for a thousand more. 

And her hands, perfectly manicured the way 7-year-old Alya said was too girly (she knew better now), soft and delicate and ones that carried the misconception of being frigid; perhaps untouchable. Ones that Alya knew were warm and slowly welcoming, a reluctant comfort seeker and a reluctant comforter. That was back in October, when she first held her hand when they strolled down the eighth street past that cafe. 

To fall in love is apparently to fall suddenly and Alya agreed yet disagreed. Because when she thinks about it to herself on afternoons when she lays sideways down on her couch, her arm wrapped around the girl’s waist, her face melting in her blonde bundle of hair with each tiny golden strand that fell to her face like it was magnet, she thinks back to six-year-old Alya who first clashed with those blue eyes. 

Six-year-old Alya who had her mom pick her up from pre-school, giving her a lecture about fighting others in school, let alone the daughter of the town mayor. Six-year-old Alya who, after her fair moments of silently grumbling to herself about how she was trying to defend her honor regarding who got to play on the swings first, turned to look at the bright skies above the car window that shone light on the fall leaves the way she liked it. Six-year old Alya, though she was definitely going to confront the same girl the next day, thought that girl’s eyes were like the skies just the way six-year-old Alya liked them; peeking through the shadows of high branches from the far distance when the fog mist would evaporate for the light to emerge ever so peacefully from the dark, greeting her each morning.

So it might’ve never been a sudden thing. But the part where she agreed it was?

That part was the sleepover.

gayfactor  asked:

Hey, yeah. So about that au with '7 reasons why' could we get a continuation of the story in perspective of the other members? Their reactions perhaps?? Thank you!

Yes! I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot tbh! 

I recommend you read the original before you read this! 

(The credit goes to them) 

Everyone was still attempting to recover from what happened. It happened out of the blue (like his color! hah *cries*) as far as everyone was concerned Lance has no reason to do it. None at all. 


Shiro was the first one to receive the tapes. He was on his way to his room after a long day of training. He nearly tripped on the box as he entered the room. He hesitantly picked the box up and entered his room.  He slightly laughed when he opened the box and saw..tapes? Where did these come from? He hasn’t seen a tape in years. 

Shiro carefully picked up the tape that said 1A on it, written in blue handwriting. Shiro glanced around his room, looking for something to play the tapes on when he noticed the tape player in the box. 

Shiro pulled it out and decided he would listen to one then clean up and go to dinner.

He soon realized that he would not stick to that plan. 

Shiro placed the headphones on his head and pressed play on the first tape. He was greeted with static then Lances voice crackling through the headphones ‘ Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain here. Live and in stereo…’

Shiro’s eyes widened at what he heard. He was paralyzed, and listened to the rules that Lance put in place. 

How would he e- Shiro’s thoughts were cut off by Lance saying “First and foremost, our mighty and heroic leader, Shiro.”

Shiro knew he had to listen. 

Shiro sat on his bed shaking. He felt sick to his stomach. He couldn’t move from his spot on the bed. He knew that he could be hard on Lance, he just didn’t consider the negative effect on the poor boy. He had listened to all the tapes. Everyone one of them. He now knew why. Shiro shakily took the head phones off and put everything back in the box. 

He fought back tear and barely register when Keith called him for dinner. As he walked out of the room he placed the box back in front of his door. He was grateful when he found the box gone when he returned. 


Keith was the next one to receive the box. He found it on his bed when he was walking back from the pool. Swimming was the only thing he could do to feel close Lance. 

He noticed the box but decided to open it after his shower. 

One he was all cleaned up he put the box on his desk and opened it. He carefully examined all the tapes one by one. Keith picked up the headphones and pressed play on the first one. He was also greeted with static and Lances voice breaking through “ Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain here. Live and in stereo…”

Keith nearly through the headphones across the room but he listened to the rules instead. 

He wasn’t sure what emotion was stronger during Shiros tape. Empathy or anger. So Shiro killed Lance, he wanted to make Shiro pay until he switched the tape and heard what he didn’t want to hear. 

“Can you guess our number two?? Well, I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me this time. *laughs* First time being number two, our excellent number one paladin, Keith!”

Keith was frozen I killed Lance too?


Keith was crying by the time Hunk’s tape was over. He was crying for his lost friends and a relationship that would never happen. He never intended to hurt Lance, yet he did. Keith put the tapes away, placed the box on his bed and sat inside Lance’s room trying to feel any part of Lance. Slightly relived when he found the box gone the next day. 


Pidge was next on the list, she found the box when she walked into Green’s hanger. 

“What’s this?” Pidge received a growl in response, like Green was upset with her. “Why are you mad?”

Pidge sat down in front of Green and opened the box. She dumped out the tapes and sorted them by order. She knew immediately that they were Lance’s, she was there when he bought them at the space mall a few months back. She also picked on him for that and called him stupid, but hey she was tired that day and wanted to go play her new game, not wait for Lance buy tapes. 

Pidge put in the first tape and listened to Lances voice break through and the rules he put in place. 

She could already tell where this was going ‘fuck’ 

Pidge started at nothing as she let the headphones fall into her lap. She knew that this was her fault as much as the others but she hurt Lance where it really did hurt. Family. Lance was a family person and just wanted to feel some connection to Earth. She couldn’t be bothered to help him with it, even though he only wanted to help her. 

Pidge unconsciously put the tapes back in the box and sat inside Green while she cried for a brother she lost.


 Hunk received the tapes in the kitchen. He pulled the tapes out and decided he would listen to them as he cooked, he wouldn’t get far. 

Hunk had all of the supplies out on the counter, he had the first tape ready. However as soon as he pressed play, he broke down in a wet sob. It was Lance, It was his voice. After listening to the rules, Hunk didn’t want to hear what Lance had to say.

Hunk was on the floor crying. He knew that something was bothering Lance, but he didn’t think that it was this major. One check in could’ve have saved his best friend but Hunk couldn’t be bothered. Hunk feel asleep curled up on the floor, when he woke the tapes where gone. 


Allura was the next person to receive the box. They were placed on the control panel. Allura (thinking that it was music) decided to listen to it when she took a relaxing bath. She had to adjust the headphones multiple times to make sure she was actually hearing Lance. 

How did he do this?

Allura decided figure out what this was about. 


The water was cold around Allura. She never knew how much she stressed Lance out. She didn’t know how much he struggled with trying to be perfect. She couldn’t even defend herself, everything Lance said was true. 

After she dried herself off she put the box back in the control room and walked away. 


This was Lance’s tape so the box immediately went to the next person.


Coran the last person to  receive the tapes. He found them when he was cleaning the healing pods for the 10th time. He already cleaned the entire castle 4 times but he needed to stay distracted. 

Coran wiped his brow and sat down in front of one of the pods. He examined the tapes carefully, and slowly put the headphones on. Coran started crying as soon as Lance’s cheerful voice came through. He missed that boy so much. 


Coran wiped his eyes for the 5th time. He knew something was off last time Lance came to him about his problems. He was aware that he over talked Lance, he just never thought about the consequences. Coran put the tapes back and put his face in his hands. He listen to the mice drag the box out of the room, removing the only piece of Lance the team had left. 


Thank you so much for this! It’s just past 1am right now and I’m crying. 

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If I Could Fly

Bucky x Reader

REQUEST: reader is a mutant w wings, also combined some other prompts/requests

Warnings: angst, violence, fluff, mostly platonic but you can probably guess what happens next

Word Count: 1.2k+


Originally posted by gliceria

They watched in horror from the shadows.

They had gotten an anonymous tip that there was a group of people auctioning off and show casing mutants–scratch that, humans. Innocent human beings were being sold for profit for something that they were born with. These humans were being forced to fight each other.

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Fili x Reader: Adjusting to Middle Earth

Originally posted by haimynameismaya

(Author’s Note:  So sorry about how long this took!!!  I really appreciate you for hanging in there and being so patient!!   And this was absolutely the most adorable request, so I had a lot of fun writing it!  I really, really hope you enjoy it! 

Request: Along the normal lines of you ended up in the company. But a story where he (Fili) kinda takes the reader under his wing-shows her how to ride his pony, how to defend herself.. he reads to her since she can’t obviously read anything there… and a fluffy ending–like she cuddles with him under his blanket?

Also, gif is not mine!  Credit to original owner!)

   “You might want to tighten your grip on the reigns,” Fili instructed.  You could just hear the amusement in his tone.  Even after all this time you spent traveling with the Company, he still couldn’t get over the fact that you didn’t know how to ride a pony.  “The pony will go anywhere he pleases unless you guide him.” 

   “Right,” you nodded, trying to hide your smile.  “Got it.” 

   The last few months you’ve been in middle earth have been challenging in many different ways.  You came from a world of technology; cars, electricity, the internet.  And now you were forced to adjust to life on the road with no phone, television, or anything of the sort.  The first few weeks, the Company had decided to let you share a pony with someone since you did not know how to ride.  It just so happened that you and Fili ended up bonding over the course of the journey.  You felt more comfortable asking him questions about middle earth.  Of course you knew the basic plot of the Hobbit, but what they don’t tell you is the small details of everyday life in middle earth.  So, he insisted on using all of the spare time between destinations to teach you how to ride the pony.  

   So here you were, sitting near the front of the saddle while Fili perched right behind you, hands gently moving yours farther down the reigns.  The close contact brought a blush to your cheeks.  This whole thing certainly wasn’t helping your crush on the handsome, blonde prince.  You tried to just bury your feelings and hope that you could make it through this journey without embarrassing yourself in front of the Company.  But it was getting harder with each passing week you spent with them.  Fili had become your guide, teaching you everything you needed to know about surviving here.  You were glad to have a good friend, but it was nearly impossible to avoid your feelings at this point.

   “You’re doing great, _______,” he told you.  “Really, it’s not bad at all.”

   “Well, it helps to have a nice teacher,” you replied, shooting him a smile over your shoulder.  “I’m sorry your stuck with me.  The only girl in middle earth who can’t ride a pony.”

   He grinned back.  “It doesn’t make you any less worthy to be a part of the Company.  It just means that you come from a place where things are different.  Besides, I don’t see it as being stuck with you..  It was my decision to help you in the first place.”

   “But…why?  If I may ask.”

   He leaned in a little more, making you freeze.  “Because I could not leave a beautiful damsel in distress to fend for herself.”

   Your mouth fell open, and you were glad that he was behind you so he couldn’t see your expression. He called you beautiful?  You straightened up a bit and regained your composure just in time to shoot him another look over your shoulder.

   “A damsel in distress that saved your life,” you reminded him.

   “Ah, yes, how could I forget?  You rescued me from that river the Company had to cross.  You’re not such a damsel when it comes to rescuing others, I suppose.”

   “You suppose?” you laughed.  “I guess that’s a start.”

   The two of you ended your conversation when Thorin barked orders from up ahead to stop and set up camp.  Fili hopped off the pony and reached to help you dismount.  You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lowered you to the ground.

   “T-thanks,” you told him.

   “No problem.”

   At this point, you were a little grateful to have some space.  You knew the routine of setting up camp by now.  You helped gather firewood, set up your bedroll, and gave Bombur the proper ingredients for dinner.  However, that didn’t stop you from sneaking occasional glances at a certain prince.

   “Good evening, ________,” Kili said from somewhere behind you, making you jump and drop a bunch of supplies from your arms.  “Sorry,” he laughed, looking between you and Fili who was tending to the ponies.  “Am I…interrupting something?”

   “No, of course not,” you said, blushing.  “I was just…admiring the ponies.  They’re such beautiful creatures.”

   “They are, aren’t they?  With their long, golden mane and braided mustache-”

  “Kili,” you warned.  

   “Please,” he chuckled.  “I’ve seen how the two of you look at each other.  Why don’t you say something?”

   “Because it’s awkward.  I don’t think Fili feels the same way.  He’s just helping me with learning what I can about middle earth so that I can survive.”

   “I know my brother, and believe me, he does like you.”

   “Even if that’s the case,” you paused, glancing at the leader of the Company.  “There’s no way Thorin’s going to be okay with it.”

   Kili dismissed your concern with the wave of his hand.  “Never mind him.  Uncle needs to, as you put it, ‘lighten up.’”

   You chuckled.  “I’m still not convinced that telling Fili how I feel is a good idea.  Nice try, but we all more important things to worry about.  Like reclaiming Erebor, for instance?”

   “That is months away,” he pointed out.  “Besides, I don’t know what could be more important than love.”

   “What was that, Kee?” Fili’s voice joined the conversation, making the two of you look at him in surprise.

   “Oh, hello, brother,” Kili clapped a hand on his back.  “______ and I were just discussing the importance of love.”

   “I see,” Fili gave you a questioning look, to which you just shrugged.  “Well, you’ll have to let me borrow her for a minute.  She and I need to go over some fighting techniques.”

   “Right, training,” you nodded.  “I’ll see you later, Kili.”

   “Indeed,” he replied slowly.  “See you later.”

   Once you and Fili were out of earshot, the blonde prince gave you a look.  “Okay, what was that about?” he asked.

   “I don’t know,” you shrugged again.  “Kili is just acting a little strange.”

   Fili raised his arms in a defensive stance, nodding for you to do the same.  “I wonder about him sometimes.  He’s spending more and more time with you.”

   The two of you practiced throwing punches.  

   “Yeah, we’ve become good friends,” you admitted, smiling.  It was true.  The dark-haired brother of your crush had been spending more time getting to know you.  Even figured out you were crushing on Fili.

   “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he had…feelings for you.”

  You had to refrain from laughing out loud at the ridiculousness of his statement.  Yes, you and Kili had become closer.  But it was certainly not romantic!  Kili teased you, and you gave him a hard time; just like a brother and sister would.

   “I can assure you that’s not the case,” you told Fili.  He rested a hand on your elbow to correct your stance.  “In fact,” you ventured.  “He’s trying to convince me to tell someone else about my feelings for them.”

   At that, Fili paused, his hand not leaving your arm.  “Oh?”

   “Yep,” you nodded, mentally face-palming.  Perhaps it was a bad idea to say something.

   “And this person you have feelings for…  he’s a member of the Company?”


   “What’s he like?” Fili’s eyes scanned the camp, pausing on each of Company member suspiciously.  He really didn’t know.

   “Well…He’s always there to help me,” you replied.  Fili’s eyes met yours, and his lips turned up in a smile.  You could see a glint in his blue eyes a he leaned in a little closer.  But before he could say anything more-

   “Fili!” Thorin called.  “We need more firewood!”

   Fili gave you one last longing look.  “Sorry.”

   “It’s okay,” you giggled.  “I’ll talk to you later.”


   You hugged your knees close to your chest, leaning towards the fire in an attempt to absorb its warmth.  Even with your cloak, it was freezing.  The others seemed be doing just fine.  How fortunate for them.  Most of the Company had fallen asleep, save for Kili and Bofur, who took the first watch of the night.  

  You couldn’t stop thinking about your earlier conversation with Fili.  you had basically said that you had feelings for him.  And he had smiled.  Surely, that was a good sign?  He returned your feelings.  But of course Thorin had to interrupt the moment by making his nephew get firewood when there were plenty of others available for the task.

   A shiver ran down your spine as another cold wind blew through the camp.  You squeezed your eyes shut and scooted a little closer to the fire.  You hadn’t even noticed the footsteps that approached.

   “Here,” Fili’s voice was barely audible as he gently took a seat on your left side, draping a blanket over both of you.  You were too cold to get embarrassed or blush at the gesture.  Instead, you cuddled up against his side gratefully.

   “Thank you,” you mumbled tiredly, resting your head against his shoulder.  “Why is it that I’m the only one bothered by the cold?”

   “My people can withstand extreme temperatures a lot better than most,” he replied quietly, arm around your shoulder.  “Better?”


   “Good.”  He paused.  “So, to continue our earlier conversation…”

   “Um, right.”  You suddenly became aware of the close contact, blushing.  “In case you weren’t sure…it’s you.”

   He chuckled.  “I had my suspicions when you dropped that hint earlier, but thank you for confirming it.  And just to let you know, I feel the same way.”

   “Oh…good to know.”  You paused.  “What now?  I mean, we should probably wait to tell Thorin, or anyone, really.  I don’t really want the unnecessary attention…”

   “I agree,” he nodded.  “For now, we don’t tell anyone.  Although, I have a feeling Kili will just know.”

   You chuckled, snuggling closer to him.  “I’m starting to think he knows us better than we know ourselves.”

   “Probably,” he agreed.  “He could always tell what I was feeling and why before even I knew it.”

   “I’m kind of glad.  Or else I wouldn’t have had the chance to tell you how I felt.”

   “Me too.”

  The conversation gave way to a comfortable silence as you both watched the fire.  At some point, you felt your eyes fluttering closed as sleep began to overtake you.  It was an eventful day, that’s for sure.  The last thing you remember was hearing the peaceful crackle and snap of the fire while enjoying the warmth.

Sibling War!

Thanks everyone for the 45+ little wings.

Thanks to @talesfromthecreed for your request and I hope you like it! I put a lot on effort in this one as it is my first Dc legends of tomorrow imagine.


Serie: Part1(you are here1) Part2  Part3

Being the youngest member of the Waverider sure has advantages and disadvantages.

They treat you like their little sister.

But they’re all overprotective assholes.

Okay, let’s go to the beginning.

Your adventure began when in a robbery in the National bank of Central City, you meet Captain Cold and Heatwave. You had just escaped your abusive family and were looking for someone to lift their wallets, that person just happened to be MR. Leonard Snart. They took pity on you and gave you the option of joining them ( more like Len saw himself in you and wanted to help you). And so, you joined them and helped in their robberies. You asked Len if you could have a weapon like Lisa, he wanted to say no but really, who could resist your puppy dog eyes?

That’s right

No one.

You ended with a (y/w). And with that weapon, you joined their little group of criminals. You helped once or twice, they didn’t let you help in the most dangerous ones, said you were too young. But you did meet the famous Flash, once.

One night, you were waiting for them in Len’s minivan while they robbed the bank. When you were escaping from the police the three of you were in the car with them when a blinding light surprised you.


When you wake up, you were in a rooftop between Len and Mick and with a bunch of people you didn’t even know.

“Stein, the hell are you doing here”

“I am as ignorant as you for once”

“Where are we?”

“(y/n), are you ok?” Mick asked you. You nodded at him as a guy with a colorful fashion started talking with his heavy English accent.

“The names Rip Hunter, I’m from East London…”

“Oh. And the future.”

You raised an eyebrow at him at the same time Len glared and Mick said:

“Nice to meet you, Rip”

“And while you were incapacitated I may have tampered with your weapons. I’ve assembled you all because I need your help. The future of the world is in peril because a man by the name of Vandal Savage.”

“That can’t be, we destroyed him” Said the guy dressed in leather.

“Yeah, The Green arrow and the Flash helped us doing it.” Said his partner.

After that, Rip Hunter explained his reason of assembling this little group, Len and Mick didn’t seem to agree with his explanation of saving the world via time traveling to defeat this Randall guy. Len grabbed your arm and passed Rip saying.

“You got the wrong guy. Hero ain’t on my resume.” He said.

“Or mine” Mick followed the two of you.

“I know it’s difficult to fathom, but where I am from, the 2116, you and everyone on this roof aren’t just considered heroes, your legends.

You looked at him, eyes widening. You weren’t a petty thief in the future? You were considered a hero?

“Legends?” You said at the same time as the guy who you recognized as the Atom.

“I hate to nitpick, but, doesn’t a legend have to be dead?” Stein said.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a deal breaker for me, so I’m gonna pass.” The guy beside you said.

“It’s dangerous for you knowing to much about your future but I’m here because each of you as individuals, are destined for greatness.”

“I can get behind that” The Atom said.

“AND, because if you don’t follow me, this is what’s in store for your world 150 years from now” He pressed a button on his remote control and projected a destroyed city engulfed in flames with what seemed like planes shooting at them.

Your grip on Len’s arm tightens as your faced what your city would become, the horror and the desolation the future would become, even if you won’t be alive when this happened…

You didn’t want this.

“I could have chosen any place and any place, of all the people who ever lived I chose you nine, I certainly hope that you won’t let me and the world down.”

Rip saw everyone’s astonished expressions; he walked toward Professor Stein and gave him a paper, where the meeting place was written.

“If your answer is Yes, met me at this address in 36 hours.” After that we walked away.

You felt Len and Mick started walking away and you followed them, after looking at the address and waving at the others one last time.


You were sitting in the couch with Len’s legs on your lap, you were looking at Mick messing with his whatever he was doing. You were mostly thinking of what Hunter showed you all as Len read a magazine.

“I can’t believe the two of you are thinking of hooking up with the Englishman. We’re thieves, crooks, criminals, with no desire to save the world, especially under years from dead.”

Snart answered him without raising his eyes from the magazine.

“He said across time, Mick. What about the years before the fingerprints and surveillance cameras and DNA analysis.”

He looked at Mick, who just grabbed a beer and was drinking it.

“Why did we become criminals?”

“Because we hate working and we love money.”

Len got up from the couch as you looked at them, waiting to see what they chose to do.

“We steal the Mona Lisa straight off of Da Vinci’s easel, snach the Hope diamond before it was discovered. This is everything we got into thieving for in the first place… more than everything.”

Mick looked at Len “If you want me in, I’m in, but I’m not gonna be no one’s hero.”

Len smirked.

“I’m in too!” You said as the two criminals looked at you.

“You won’t be coming with us” Len said.


“It’s to dangerous for you (n/n)” Mick said.” You better stay here with Lisa for the time being”

“But you will be having all the fun! And I be staying here with Lisa flirting with the Flash friend!”

“I promised myself-“


Len rolled his eyes.

We promised ourselves we won’t let anything bad happen to you, and time travel with a bunch of weirdos is too dangerous for you. You’re only (y/a).”


Overprotective assholes.

Let’s try something else.

Flattery can take you far.

(¬ v ¬)

“But it’s more dangerous for me staying here! Lisa and I are no rival for the Flash, not alone. With you, the flash doesn’t stand a chance! Alone… well he could take me away from you…  Also, Lisa won’t pick a fight with no one, so if you take me with you, you will be able to protect me, you’re my big brothers Lenny and Micky, don’t let the Flash take me away…”

Len and Mick’s face was like an open book, the big brother part worked like a charm.

Guess who’s going to time travel?

That’s right.


And that’s how you ended here, along the crew of the Waverider. With time, you ended winning everyone’s hearts over, even stern Rip.


What you needed

More overprotective assholes.

The first to fall was Ray.

He saw how young you really were, and who you were living with.

One day, Ray came to you.

“(y/n), right?”

“Yeah, Raymond was it?

“Yeah” He said sheepishly

“It’s there something you wanted to say?”

“…Why are you with those two criminals?”

You glared at him. Without you knowing, Len and Mick were overhearing your conversation.

“They may be criminals, but they are the best persons I know. They are my family, they are my heroes, I love them with their faults. They are my home, but I don’t hope you will understand.”

Len smiled softly, you could see itty bity tears in his eyes.

Mick was smiling openly.

“You’re so young…”

“But I’ve see things a rich boy like you never has.”

Ray hugged you hard

“You precious cinnamon roll, too precious for this world.”

“HEY BOYSCOUT! Hands off!”


Ray was still hugging you while Len and Mick tried ( but failed) to tear him off of you.

“When we finish saving the world, you can come with me. I got a pretty big house! And I’m rich, I can give you whatever you want! You can be my little (sister/brother)!”

“No way, Raymond. Get off of my sister or I will freeze your dick off.”


Sara and Kendra were the next.

They liked to baby you.

A lot

“(y/n), sit with us today! It’s been a long time since you sat with us!”

Kendra had that motherly feeling for you and Sara was the same, they saw how young you were, and all you had to live and they swear to protect you.

Sara remembered of her past, and how you had a rough childhood like hers, she had to face the bullies until her father teach her how to defend herself, she sweared to protect you and teach you how to fight.

And so, they began training you, hand to hand combat.

Much to your delight.

Kendra and Carter liked to treat you like a child they didn’t have, and after losing their son and won’t be able to do a thing, their actitude towards you became more overprotective.

And, you liked  being babied a little, you didn’t have to ask for something, Kendra, Sara or Ray would compete for your attention, for the horror of Len and Mick, who regretted to bring you along, feeling their little sibling was being taken away from them.


Then it was Jax and Stein.

You liked seeing Jax work on the Waverider’s mechanics, and sometimes you asked him questions about how was the high school he went to.

He gladly answered all your questions and even teach you something about mechanics.

He liked the attention.

He liked being part of a team and the feeling of having a younger person aboard the Waverider made him feel like he should protect you.

Stein liked that you asked him questions about science and he gladly explained it to you, saying that if he didn’t do it Snart’s and Rory’s idiocy would affect you.

Cue, Len and Mick glaring at him.

Stein took upon himself to teach you the basics, seeing as your life as a criminal didn’t let much space for school.

You liked learning, made you feel more powerful.

And sometimes you liked to show off what you learned to Len and Mick.

They were proud of you. But felt like they were being robbed of your loving attention.


The last to fall was Rip.

Rip’s heart was hardened by the death of his family by the hands of Vandal Savage.  So melting the ice in his heart was hard,

Little by little you started to make your way to his heart without him noticing how he started to pay more attention to you, asking how you were and saving you when it was unnecessary.

And, he would oblige you to go to weekly cheek outs with Gideon, much to your displeasure.

So imagine what happened once you got the cold.


Utter and complete madness

A riot.

People running around the ship, yelling that you were sick, Rip dragging you to the infirmary for a cheek out. Len and Mick stick to you like glue and Sara and Kendra took upon themselves to make you feel as comfy as possible. Stein and Jax would come often to entertain. Much to Len and Mick displeasure.

“Go away, you’re annoying. (Y/N) needs peace and sleep and you’re just filling (her/his) head with sciency things.”

“We’re not the annoying ones, you don’t let her  brethe without one of you stalking her.

“Everyone out! (y/n) needs to rest.” Rip said

“No” Len answered.

“Don’t forget I am the captain of this ship”

“I remember, I just don’t care.”


You sighed and looked at Len.

“Can you bring me a glass of water?? Please big brother??”



“Okay, (n/n).”

Jealous looks towards Len

They wanted to be called big brother/sister too.

Wow, you had the crew wrapped around your pinky.

You little manipulative you…

The beginning of the sibling war.

They would compete for your undivided attention.

Sara would bring you food.

Kendra and Carter would stay with you and tell you how they teamed up with the Flash and The arrow.

Stein would come to answer your scientific questions and tell how he turned to Firestorm for the first time.

Jax would tell you what happened in their last mission and would more than often show off. Saying that when you were better he and Stein would show Firestorm and how they fight.

Len and Mick would bring you food of the time where they were because as Mick said “The food of the future is crap”.  And they would stay with you until you fell asleep, then they kissed your forehead lovingly and retire to their quarters.

In the middle of the night, Rip would come to your room and would stay for an hour, brushing your hair and telling about his family and how you made him feel like he belonged again. Everything while you were asleep, but sometimes, you would wake up to his fingers lovingly stroking your hair and his British accent telling you about that heartbreaking future.

This went for a long time, even after you got well .They wouldn’t let you go with them until you got away one while they were on a mission.

Craziness and desperation ensued.

They divided in two groups to search for you. Desperate and afraid some creep would have kidnapped you. After a few hours of distress and yelling ( and , even though they won’t admit it, Sara, Rip and Kendra hit a few shady guys who didn’t want to cooperate, even though they didn’t even see you. And Len and Mick… well let’s say those who didn’t want to cooperate meet Hot and Cold.)

The truth is that you meet a hot (boy/girl) who asked you out to get a drink. You in all you rebellious teenager hormones said yes without thinking what your overprotective teammates would do.

The two of you went out to a coffee shop and talked a bit about yourselves, more like you made up your whole background. You can’t go to someone you just met and say


They would think you’re crazy


After a few hours your team found the two of you…

Let’s say things got ugly pretty quickly.


“Guys, let me explain-“

“NO. YOU ARE GROUNDED!” Sara said.


“Hey Len, I think that (guy/girl) tried to take advantage of her, can I burn (his/her) house down?” Mick said hopefully as Len looked at him saying No with his eyes.

“You know the scare you gave us, young lady? “ Stein said.

·Yeah, I almost had a heart attack! I’m too young to have a heart attack!” Jax said.

Kendra and Carter grabbed the (boy/girl) you were going out with and tock (him/her) away from here, after saying something that made (his/her) face blanch with horror and run away like (his/her) life was at risk…


It probably was.

Kendra and Carter came to you smiling innocently, you asked :

“What did you say to (him/her)?”

“Oh nothing, just that what would happen to his (dick/ ovaries) if (he/she) as much as looked your way.” Kendra said.

“Yes. And that we would probably make his life hell, if (he /she) was every born” Carter said.


Terrifying overprotective assholes who you loved with all your heart.

Len grabbed your hand and dragged you to the ship without saying any of his snarky comments.

Uh oh

He was mad with you and not even the eyes of the puppy dog could save you now.

The end? 

(promps still open)

I dont think gun control advocates realise that when you ban guns, you give citizens no weapons but you dont stop criminals. Even if they cant get guns (which they can, if they’re resourceful) they’ll carry knives & most law abiding citizens aren’t willing to stab someone. You think you’re making people safe but you’re upending a level playing field & making the bad guys have the advantage. I’ve had people pull knives on me, on my friends. I’ve been okay as I’m decently experienced at 2 combat sports, but some random 120lb lady in her mid 40′s, how the fuck is she gonna reliably defend herself from an assailant with a knife without a gun? Tasers aren’t reliable, pepper spray isn’t reliable, whistles as a defence tool are a fucking joke. The only way a 120lb woman can reliably win a fight against a 180lb thug is if they have a gun.

How can you be a feminist (I notice a lot of gun control advocates are) if you’re advocating to return to a society in which the great equaliser in violent force between men & women is removed?

She is a needle
if need be.
Decorated so she is
assumed a decoration,
protection when disguised
as accessory is an acceptable
mask, a pretty burial
in the language of petticoats.

A woman’s most deadly weapon
is what she hides of herself.

Enamored with terror
of how she may defend,
they blame the body
the protector is stored in.
They raid the home,
remove the weapon,
remove the woman.

A woman’s most deadly weapon
is the power they assume
she does not have,
is the assumption,
is the approach of a man
on a train ricocheting through
somewhere you know well.

And when they name you
dangerous, take the name
into your mouth
and coddle it on your tongue
like warm syrup.
Like rose and honey
sucked from the ground.
Gargle the taste of it.

Remove the hatpin before his eyes.
Show him the sharp end
of the flower, where we begin.
Dance its root around your fingers,
and let it be known
that the bloom which draws them
is not where we end.

A woman’s most deadly weapon
is where she begins.

—  “THE HATPIN PANIC” by Emma Bleker
Lena Luthor: License to Carry HC

Piggybacking on Lena’s ability to use a handgun… I’ve always had the HC that Alex is the one who teaches her.

Like, Alex hears her baby sis going on and on about “Lena this… and Lena that” and then there are the kombucha dates and eventually Lena is a part of weekly game night and even an occasional bookend to sisters’ night.

Alex sees it. She sees Kara falling for Lena, the same way she has fallen for Maggie, and Lena falling for Kara even though they’re both too stubborn to admit it or afraid to make the first move.

If Alex can see it maybe others can too. And Alex will be damned if someone tried to use Lena against Kara. So she decides she’s going to teach Lena how to defend herself. So that maybe, just maybe when a villain puts the 1+1+1 together, that is Kara+Lena+Supergirl, that Lena will be able to defend herself long enough for Kara to get there. Or Kara will be assured in Lena’s ability to defend herself while she deals with some mess. Lena is convinced of that too when Alex takes her the first couple of times, that the only reason Alex is doing this is because she’s truly protecting Kara.

Until the day comes that she actually had to use the gun Alex gets her. And Lena’s okay… she’s okay. Shaken but the lessons Alex gave her were good and she’s alright. But that still doesn’t stop Alex from running right past Kara (after a quick glance that she too is alright) and over to Lena for a tight hug where she whispers in her ear, “Thank god you’re alright. I would never be able to stand losing one of my sisters.”

-by @bungledramblingsofalesbianmind


Post 4x07 speculation fic featuring the bed of sex. “Her heart beats thunderously beneath her chest, and she begins to trace the length of his hair, his nose, the curvature of his lips, and the hollow spot on his chin with her curious eyes. His Adam’s apple bobs and Clarke wonders if he’s feeling this too, this strange, exhilarating sensation she’s feeling now. A mix of excitement, nervousness, and familiarity coils at the pit of her stomach, winding and unwinding with each breath she takes.”

Bellarke’s first kiss and first time together. Sometimes it really is about coming home.

Read on Ao3 or below

Her hands move in practiced motions, her right reaching over to grab the tape while the other holds the gauze in place. She zeroes in on the wound, quieting the part of her that won’t stop worrying over him. He needs to be more careful.

After putting tape on the edges, Clarke inspects her handiwork to make sure it’ll heal properly. She’s still worried but mainly annoyed – he genuinely can’t go a single day without hurting himself.

“It’s just a scratch.”

She knows he’s grinning lopsidedly without her even looking, and sure enough, the corner of his mouth is lifted in what can be seen as Bellamy’s first smile in weeks. It baffles her how he can take getting hurt so lightly, but there’s a part of Clarke that knows he’s just as exhausted and angry as she is. It hurts, having to carry the weight of the world. It will never get easier, but Clarke takes comfort in knowing Bellamy will be there, just as he always has.

“Yeah, well, it’s a scratch you could’ve avoided.”

He huffs under his breath but makes no move to leave. He sticks out like a sore thumb in this bedroom. Both of them do – all grimy, angry, and touched by evil. It’s too pristine for them. Even back on the Ark, she slept on a cot with basic bedding. This bed – the entire house, in fact – is too luxurious.

There’s a part of her that feels she doesn’t deserve to stay here, even if it’s to simply sleep. She’s already experienced a lifetime of luxury. She grew on the right side of the Ark, didn’t have to worry about food, or working when she was fourteen just to provide for her family. She doesn’t need it, not anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Clarke steps away from Bellamy and points to the bathroom. “You can shower in there. Murphy probably left food in the fridge, so I’ll warm it up for us.”

He nods solemnly. “Thanks.” Bellamy scans the entire room with a slight scowl on his lips. “I’m scared I’ll make this place dirty.”

Laughing, Clarke shakes her head before crossing her arms. “Feels weird, doesn’t it?”


An odd look crosses over Bellamy’s face, and his eyes flicker up to hers, searching for something. Her stomach flips and flops for a moment, and she doesn’t know what to make of the new sensation. She’s not terribly close to him, but she can spot the freckles on his face, sprinkled out in imperfect harmony. And if Clarke leaned in a little further, she could see the tiny mole on his left collarbone, peeking through his war torn shirt.

She’s spent a lot of time studying Bellamy – back at the dropship, she would study whether his facial expressions revealed his ulterior motives. Then after, she would look to see if his eyes flickered anywhere that might pose danger and follow his line of sight, trusting his instincts. And now, Clarke checks to see if he’s forgiven himself, if he no longer views himself as a monster.

Clarke hasn’t been able to determine if he has.

But she’s a grown woman, and she can admit he will always be her favorite subject. She is able to study herself through him. If Bellamy is worried, then so should she. And if he is happy, she realizes she should be as well, because life is too fickle to never smile for days on end.

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Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: The song is Patsy Cline’s ‘Crazy’. I sang this at a karaoke bar, recently, and it’s been stuck in my head… so I figured this would be the song I would use for this fic… Hope you like it! ALSO I do the same thing as her… I totally stress bake LOL

Y/N = Your name. Y/M/N = Your middle name.

Not really a song-fic, just includes the song for the plot… unless that still counts… I DON’T KNOW!!

Warnings: She swears, a lot…? Fighting, blood, etc.

Word count: 3,340ish… oops.


Originally posted by nothingbutcuddles

Finally, some peace and quiet, I thought to myself, sitting in the empty Cryo lab that held the frozen Winter Soldier.

Things had been hectic in the last couple years. My sister, Sharon, had recruited me to sit in Wakanda with her “we don’t talk about what we are, but we are” boyfriend, Captain-fucking-America, and I was less than pleased. Before all of this, I was a 23 year old who was just starting training to become a SHIELD agent. Then, things went to shit. S.H.I.E.L.D disbanded, and I was forced to lay low, because I was another Carter associated with them. My sister had joined the CIA as a cover, and I was stuck trying to figure out what else I wanted to do with my life.

I had just started classes at a community college when the Sokovian Accords caused a Civil War. Sharon had made me go into hiding, because she was worried that I was going to get hurt. As if I didn’t know how to defend myself. Then she had to go and get herself fucking involved. She had decided it would be a great idea to help Steve, who was a fucking fugitive at the time. When that shit was over, she sent me to Wakanda to be protected with King T’Challa.

So, here I was, two years later. Sitting in the lab, again, doing online college work under an alias, with my headphones in, trying not to let the frozen soldier freak me out.

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Let Me In {End}

Sequel to The Sun and The Stars

Previous parts:  | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |

Word count: 1161

Warnings: This is the end!! I hope you guys liked this two section series, it was sooo much fun to write. I have a few fanfic ideas queued up right now so stick around!! Hope you all like it and don’t hate me too much xx

Originally posted by uchihaclan27

Not a day went by that you didn’t think about Bucky but as time went on, you found that it didn’t hurt as much when his face crossed your mind. The ropy scar on your arm had faded to a thin pink line after years of healing and even as years and years passed, you never took the locket off. You’d put minuscule pictures of Bucky in the left side and a picture of Steve holding Layla in the right of the gold heart so whenever you opened it, you remembered how truly lucky you’d been to have had the chance to love them both and have a beautiful daughter, despite the pain you’d endured in this life.

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anonymous asked:

imagine sherlock teaching rosie self defense once she's old enough because he's very overprotective. they're in the living room and sherlock is describing basic techniques and john is just silently standing in the doorway watching them, unnoticed. and john can't stop smiling because rosie is a bit clumsy and sherlock has to keep readjusting her stances and posture. but he's being so very patient with her and guides her through every movement. (1)

(2) rosie finally catches on after some practice. then john walks in from behind, scaring rosie, and she legit elbows him in the groin. john falls to his knees from the pain and shock, and looks up at sherlock, grimacing. but sherlock just stares down at him so smug and proud because he talk his girl how to defend herself. sherlock high fives rosie because he knows she going to be such a natural.

asdfjsadlfjsaif omg he would

anonymous asked:

maybe the reactions and how the RFA+V would comfort their s/o after they were raped?

I think they would all more or less have the same reaction so it’s pretty repetitive sorry but ya, and it’s not very explicit either but just in case 

Trigger warning for mentions of rape

Yoosung : 

  • He would panic. A lot. The second he sees his s/o and how shaken they are, he would know something is incredibly wrong – even more so when they look so frightened when he tries to hold them. Still, he’d try to remain calm, for his s/o’s sake and try to make them feel comfortable and safe enough so they could tell him what happened.
  • Once they do, he’d be so stunned he wouldn’t even react. After a few seconds, he’d go draw a bath for them and tell them to take as long as they needed and he would call the police and take care of everything. 
  • He’d be really scared and worried about his s/o and might be a little over the top with his incessant questions and worries but he’d feel so helpless. Would encourage them to go get a therapy and he was willing to stay with them and wait for as long as they needed.

Zen :

  • He’d get so angry at whoever did this to his s/o that, if it weren’t for how much they were crying, he would have run outside and find them. He’d know the second they told him to stay away when he tried to wipe their tears that someone had done the unspeakable to them. He’d try not to freak out but just thinking of someone forcing themselves on their s/o while they couldn’t do anything was breaking his heart – he always wanted to protect them and he hadn’t been there when they needed him the most; of course, he knew his s/o came first and he didn’t have the time to blame himself so he’d put all these thoughts aside and focus on his s/o.
  • He’d try to make sure they were breathing properly, inhaling and exhaling at the same time as them – even standing at the other side of a door if they didn’t want to be anywhere close to him. He wouldn’t make them talk about it, he’d just try to make them forget for the moment – until the shock passed. He’d try to convince them to go to the police, of course he’d go with them, and get help to make sure they wouldn’t deal with the trauma for the rest of their life.
  • He’d put his career on hold, even if it means losing a lot of things, he doesn’t care; his s/o is more important. He’d use that time to help them readjust to life, to him and to physical contact – baby steps but he doesn’t care how long it takes. He’d also reach out to his brother and the members of his old gang from when he was younger to find the person who did that in case the police couldn’t find them – he wouldn’t rest until he got revenge for his s/o and he’d decide that from now on, they wouldn’t go out by themselves again.

Jaehee : 

  • She’s never been raped but that doesn’t mean she’s never been groped inappropriately or things like that. She learned how to defend herself since she was a teenager and now, she regrets never teaching his s/o the karate moves she knew – it might not have saved them from what happened, but it could have. She’d take a week off – the workload she’ll have accumulated when she comes back to work doesn’t matter – and take care of her s/o. She’d tell Jumin she needed to go see a therapist, and the best one out there, immediately, but wouldn’t mention for who it was or why.
  • She’d do what she can on her end, trying to get her s/o’s confidence back slowly, teaching them self defence once they were feeling better, waiting for them as long as they needed, making them all sorts of comfort foods..

Jumin :

  • He’d cease to function for a moment. He never ever thought that could ever happen, not to them. He’d blame himself of course, how can a man with so much money and power and who’s constantly surrounded by bodyguards not prevent this from happening to the most important person in his life ? He wouldn’t know what to do – at all. He’d get them to sit down but he wouldn’t say a word, he wouldn’t have any expression on his face, he wouldn’t even look at them – not because he’s disgusted by them; that could never happen – but because he’s ashamed of not being able to protect them. After a moment of silence, he’d start crying – he wouldn’t even realize it but the tears would just run down his cheeks while he tries to figure out what to do. He’d make some calls; call every health professionals there are to make sure his s/o wasn’t in pain, sick or that they wouldn’t be pregnant; he’d call the police and do whatever is in his power to make sure finding the person who had done that was a priority; he’d ask every media to broadcast the portrait and description of that person..
  • When it comes to how he acts with his s/o, he’d think being distant was safer for them; he didn’t want to make them uncomfortable, bring back bad memories of what had been done to them and he still had a hard time forgiving himself – Jaehee or Zen would probably have to step in and tell him to knock it off. He’d take a few days - or weeks or months or however how long his s/o wanted – off and try to talk to them and comfort them the best he could. From now on, he’d make sure his most trustworthy body guards were with them at all times.

707 : 

  • He’d find the rapist first and foremost – and he wouldn’t rest until he did, wouldn’t take any breaks, wouldn’t get any sleep and would barely drink or eat. While he took care of that, he’d set an appointment with a doctor and a therapist for his s/o but he wouldn’t know what to tell them because he’d keep thinking how the person who had hurt them was still out there. He’d probably find the person quickly and send some people to take care of them ,meanwhile, he’d finally talk to his s/o. It would mostly be silent comfort, just staying by their side and being there for them. He’d blame himself for not being cautious enough and he’d decide (with their permission ofc) to install an app on their phone that would track them and quickly send an emergency text to him if they needed help.
  • He often felt dirty for the things he’s done, as a hacker and what happened to Saeran after he left him with their mother, and while it’s not the same as how his s/o might feel, he still knows what might goes on in their head, the things they might tell themselves and he would do what he can to make sure they aren’t alone with their own thoughts by distracting them with his silly antics – even if they are often forced because of he feels when he sees his s/o in this state.

V : 

  • His first instinct would be to hold them but he’d stop halfway through raising his arms when he thinks about how that might have the opposite effect he’s looking for. He’d ask them how they felt, if they wanted to talk about it, what they needed, what he could do for them. He’d be very gentle and patient with them, he’d wait for hours if that’s how long they needed to be able to stop their tears. 
  • If he was blind, he’d really hate the extra feeling of helplessness, how unable he was to be there for them. He’d try to take as much of this burden on his shoulders as he can because he’d rather take all the pain for himself but he knows he can’t, especially in this situation. He’d seek for professional help and would ask Seven to find the person who had done this to his s/o – not out of a need for revenge but because he wanted to bring closure to this, make his s/o’s wound heal faster and hopefully make them feel a little more safe.
A Little Blood Never Hurt

Wow I posted two one shots in one day? I must be insane! So since I wrote a Valentine one shot for Fairy Tail I had to write one for Inuyasha. This is my very FIRST Inuyasha story I have ever written so I hope y’all like it! I’m dedicating this one shot to @dreamer-of-the-wandering-suns​ since she was the very first person to introduce me into the Inuyasha fandom family here so thank you Hallie. I hope you like it :) Happy Valentine’s Day!

Pairing: Inukag

Word Count: 1,881

Summary: Kagome and Inuyasha have been living together married for a few months in the feudal era when it happens to be that time of the month for Kagome.

With a final roar, the massive reptilian demon fell to the ground, turning into nothing more than a pile of ashes. The breeze picked up, scattering the gray dust across the earth where it would soon be forgotten. A white slip of paper with black characters scrawled across it was slapped onto the wooden door of the shrine.

“There is no need to fear my good people,” a monk adorned in purple robes assured the townsmen, his golden staff raised in the air. “The demon has successfully been exorcised and will no longer torment your village.” Cheers along with relieved sighs erupted from the weary farmers at the joyful news that their lives were saved.

“Yeah, no thanks to you,” a sharp tongue muttered under his breath loud, enough for the monk to hear.

“Of course, I could not have done it without you, Inuyasha,” Miroku laughed lightly, patting the silver haired man on the shoulder.

The praise seemed to satisfy the half demon who said no more on the matter as he sheathed his sword. “That demon was nothing. I wish it had put up a bit more of a fight.”

Miroku chuckled, his sandals slapping against the ground as the pair headed along the path home to their awaiting brides. “Maybe so, but at least we get to go home sooner than expected,” his eyes slide over to his friend at his side. “I’m sure Kagome will be very pleased.”

A light blush dusted Inuyasha’s cheeks at the mention of his wife. Even after all these months of being married her very name still spread warmth through his body. “Heh, why wouldn’t she be?” he tried to play it off casually, closing his eyes. The sun was out and it was a lovely day, perfect weather for demon slaying.

“I am sure Kagome has had her hands full with helping Sango take care of the children,” Miroku’s eyes seemed to shine brighter when he thought of his family.
Inuyasha shrugged his shoulders, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his robe.

“Kagome likes helping you and Sango out. I know she’s just fine,” his eyes snapped back open suddenly, his golden gaze piercing down the road.

“What is it, Inuyasha?” the monk questioned, readying his staff in case there was any danger nearby.

The silver haired man sniffed, his eyes flashing with fear. “Kagome…” he breathed out, breaking into a run.

“Inuyasha! Wait up!” Miroku yelled, chasing after him. He was usually able to keep up with the half demon under normal circumstances but fear made his legs pump as fast as they could, leaving him behind to catch up.

“Kagome!” Inuyasha yelled desperately, his fears quelling slightly seeing that the village was still standing. Everything in fact seemed peaceful, but that didn’t sedate his worry. He could still smell Kagome’s blood, he would recognize that scent anywhere. “Kagome!” he called out again, checking Kiade’s hut to see if she was there but it was empty. “Kagome, where are you?!”

“Inuyasha?” a soft spoken voice came from behind him, forcing him to spin around on his heel.

“Sango,” Inuyasha, stepped up to the woman, seeing the baby strapped to her back but not the twins. “Where is Kagome?”

Sango blinked, adjusting her baby slightly. “Oh, she took the twins with her to collect some herbs.”

Not needing anything else, Inuyasha dashed off in the direction of the fields, following his wife’s scent. Soon enough he heard her voice along with children laughing. Maybe she had just gotten a small cut.

As if able to sense his presence, the young priestess in training turned, catching sight of him running over to them. “Inuyasha! You’re back!” she smiled that bright smile of hers but the look was quickly replaced with confusion as her husband began sniffing her.

“Inuyasha!” Kagome flushed, trying to move away from him. “What are you doing?”

“I smelled blood…your blood,” his eyes narrowed to the lower half of her body. “From there.”

“Oh, that’s just nothing,” the black haired girl laughed nervously, her eyes shifting over to the children currently making flower crowns for each other.

Inuyasha scowled but his eyes told another story. “That sure don’t smell like nothing. Mind explaining what’s going on?”

Kagome wished she could change the subject so that he would forget about it but from his looks he wasn’t going to, so with a sigh she tugged on his clothes, pulling him a safe distance away from the twins. “Every month a woman bleeds through her…err…lower regions. The only time it stops is during pregnancy,” she continued giving him the very basics but even that seemed to horrify him.

“Every month?” he gasped, his dark eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. After her nod of affirmation, his whole expression seemed to light up as something dawned upon him. “Over all these years I’ve noticed that women tend to get this smell about them, a mixture of blood and something else…I always thought it was a normal thing which I guess it is,” he grabbed her hand, running his thumb across the back of her hand. “But when I smelled your blood I didn’t even think. I was so worried about you, that something had happened.”

“Oh Inuyasha,” Kagome smiled up at him before wrapping her arms around him. Her head rested against his chest and she could hear his steady heartbeat. As much as she liked being able to defend herself, she would never get over how nice with Inuyasha protecting her.

“Kagome! Kagome!” Their tender moment was broken by Sango and Miroku’s little girls calling her name and tugging on her pants. “We’re hungry can we go back home now?”

A light giggle escaped the priestess’ pink lips, her arms unwinding themselves from around her husband but she kept her hand firmly in his. “Yes, we can go back to the village. You both helped me a lot,” she knelt down, lifting the woven basket off of the grass to bring the herbs back to Kiade’s. Wordlessly, Inuyasha used his free arm to take the basket from her to carry for her. Kagome accepted his help without protest and the couple led the children back to the village.

Later that night after having dinner with Sanga and Miroku, Kagome and Inuyasha prepared for bed in their house that Inuyasha had built for them. He hadn’t let anyone help him when he was building it, insisting he do it alone. Pride may get the better of him at times, but Kagome knew he refused the help because he wanted their home to be perfect and a gift for her.

Kagome changed into a pair of pink pajamas she had taken from the modern era. She would only wear her modern clothes to bed since she was now a part of this time, the feudal era. And of course she took some of her fuzzy blankets that Inuyasha seemed quite fond of.

“I’m tired,” she yawned, covering her mouth in a lady like manner. The bed was calling her name so she slid right in while Inuyasha rested his Tetsusaiga against the wall before joining her. Feeling a pinch in her lower stomach made the black haired girl dread what was to come.

“What’s wrong?” Inuyasha murmured, feeling her tense in his arms. His golden eyes pierces trough the darkness, glowing like a cats, or in his case a dogs.

Kagome shook her head, nuzzling her face into his chest further. “Nothing,” she reassured him, closing her eyes. The dog demon stared at her a moment longer, in the end not bothering to question her further.

“Good night, Kagome,” he skied the top of her head, hugging her closer to his chest.

“Good night, Inuyasha…”

“Inuyasha! Inuyasha!” a high pitched voice yelled, causing the named man to turn around in annoyance. He was just leaving to go help Miroku with another demon attack.

“What is it now, Shippo?” he asked, looking down at the fox demon in annoyance.

“It’s Kagome!” the little boy shouted, grabbing his full attention. “There’s something wrong with her?”

“What’s wrong with her?” Inuyasha snapped, already heading back in the direction of the village with Miroku following close behind.

Shippo scampered after the two on his tiny legs, hopping up on Inuyasha’s shoulder. “I don’t know but she seems to be in pain. She told me not to tell you…”

The half demon was impressed that Shippo ignored Kagome’s wishes to come and tell him. Usually he listened to whatever the woman asked of him. It must be serious if he was willing to disobey her wishes.

“Kagome!” Inuyasha shouted, slamming the door open to their house so hard it almost came off of the hinges. When he saw his wife curled up in bed, her face scrunched up in pain, it sent him into a panic. “Kagome? What’s wrong? What hurt you? Was it a demon? Where is he I’ll kill him!”

“There’s a demon in my stomach all right,” the priestess moaned, clutching her middle tighter.

Inuyasha paled. The demon was inside of her? “Don’t worry, Kagome! I’ll figure out a way to get it out!” he raised his sword.

“Sit Boy!” she managed to scream, forcing him to fall onto the ground, twitching.

“Hey! What the hell was that for?” he yelled, annoyance flaring up at her.

Kagome sighed, not in the mood to deal with this. “There’s no demon and I’m not injured. My stomach hurts, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” Inuyasha hit Shippo on top of the head, the little fox crying out and scurrying over to Kagome to hide behind her.

“Wahh! Inuyasha why are you so mean to me?” he wailed, holding his head.

Inuyasha let out a growl. “You told me Kagome was hurt.”

“I thought she was!”

“Enough you two,” Kagome snapped, glaring at the both of them icily. “My stomach hurts and I’m tired so will you both stop?”

Both boys shivered at her cold look, nervously agreeing to behave. Now that Inuyasha was here, Shippo took his leave, wishing Kagome to feel better and leaving the couple alone.

“How come your stomach hurts?” the white haired man asked, sitting down beside her cross legged. “Did you eat something funny?”

“Remember the thing I told you about yesterday?” Once she saw him nod in response she continued. “It causes stomach pains sometimes.”

Inuyasha frowned, not liking that she had to go through this every month. It was worse than him having to turn human every new moon! The feeling of not having control over your own body was miserable. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

After thinking for a long moment, Kagome reached her arms out to him. “Hold me? Please?”

A smile crossed Inuyasha’s lips at her request. Silently he laid next to her, wrapping his arms around her. Using one clawed hand, he started massaging circles into her stomach making soft sighs of relief come from her. “Does this help?”

“Mhmm,” Kagome hummed, resting her eyes closed as he eased the pain. She was becoming tired so he kissed her forehead and told her to get some rest.

“Will you stay with me?”

Inuyasha stared down at her, running his fingers through her hair. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. “Always.”

The Stars We Sew (Pt 1)

Okay so I’ve been wanting to do a multi chapter ToG and ACOTAR crossover for a while, and I also want Rhys’ sister not to be dead (even though that’s not gonna happen) so yeah, here this is. If it’s something people seem to like, I’ll definitely be continuing it! 


She was fourteen. 

The air bit at her cheeks as she and her mother landed just left of a snow drift, and Kosmina tugged irritably at the layers upon layers she’d been bundled into. She was just starting to grow an interest for clothing. Mor was the largest influence on this newfound annoyance with anything bulky and unflattering, but the fact that flying was harder with so many layers was influence as well. So Mina pulled at her shawl, nose wrinkled, and her mother laughed softly beside her. 

“Do you think Az and Cass will come to meet us, too?” Mina asked. 

Her mother hummed. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe they’ve forgotten all about us,” she said in a teasing tone. 

“Of course they haven’t forgotten us! I’m spectacular.” That elicited another laugh from the Lady of the Night Court as they headed towards shallower snow. They could have winnowed straight to Rhysand, but why would they ever do that when they could fly straight to the mountains? It wasn’t as if they were in any danger. Illyrian camps dotted every peak. Still, Father had insisted they bring a few guards with them. They lingered on the edges of the woods, looking bored already. Because who on earth would ever cross the High Lord of Night in his own territory? 

The answer was three figures. 

Mina assumed it was her brothers making their way towards her, but that was only for a split instance before she faltered. Where were their wings? She pushed a black lock away from her face, squinted. The first face appeared, and she only had a moment to comprehend that it was Tamlin-Tamlin?- pale faced and nervous behind his two older brothers before their Night Court guards were dead on the ground and the High Lord of Spring stood over them. 

She’d only seen him a few times; Tamlin got his hair from his mother, but the rest was of this male, carved granite features, cruel perfection. Before, she had not seen anything cruel in Tamlin’s face. He wasn’t her friend, but he was Rhys’s, so she had assumed he must have plenty of wonderful qualities she hadn’t seen. And he’d seemed nice enough. But not now. Not when he just stood there as the rest of his family circled her and her mother like vultures. 

The High Lord spared a glance around. “Rhysand isn’t here. How disappointing." 

But he will be, Kosmina thought. We are just early and he is late. He is coming, and he’ll rip a couple of you to shreds while I take the others. She believed this, with every fiber of her being. Because she and her mother both did not know that Rhys wasn’t aware they were still coming.

The eldest brother, Ercan, was the most cruel, and he settled his gaze upon her, sneering, "Let’s just use them as an example, father.” Tias, the middle child, immediately agreed, and deep within Mina’s bravado as she tilted her chin up at them, was fear, growing with every second. Her mother tucked her into her side. 

The High Lord only pretended to think before he replied, “What an excellent idea." 

There were three pairs of lips that chorused, "no,”- Mina, her mother, and Tamlin. But whereas the two females fought and continued to beg and plead, Tamlin only stood there. Terrified, as if it were his own life on the line. 

Cassian was supposed to teach her how to be strong soon, how to defend herself, so she had to survive this, had to get free and fly off. She’d even forgive herself if she had to be saved this time, because she’d make up for it by learning how to save herself. She and her mother had to survive. Ercan pushed her to the ground as if dealing with a well armed, muscled brute, and not a young girl who shrieked in pain as he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her deeper within the trees, where anyone flying by would have bigger difficulty in spotting her. 

It took both the High Lord and Tias to wrangle her mother after them. She kicked and bit and punched, flaring her wings out to try to shake them off. Mina tried to do the same, but Ercan only laughed in her face and clubbed her across the head before she could scream for one of her brothers, her father, anyone. Tamlin only trailed behind, still begging but not jumping into any kind of action. Her mother wasn’t even trying to beg anymore, and it was in that moment that Kosmina realized they were going to die. 

Her head was shoved into the snow, bits of rock biting into her cheek, and she openly sobbed, gritting her teeth, trying in vain to flare out her wings. “So weak,” Tias taunted them from somewhere to her right. “You would think that the High Lord would want the females of his family to have at least some idea how to defend themselves, given that they’re so hated." Hated. As if they’d ever done anything wrong. The word stung, but it had nothing on the cataclysm that the High Lord of Spring dropped next. 

"I want their wings." 

That sent Mina into a frenzy all over again. Her wings were not some prize to hang up like a hunting trophy, not a simple knick knack for some High Fae to hang up in his mansion. This was not some grand retelling of the knights in shining armor taking down the beast. She and her mother were not beasts. They were unarmed, innocent females who were about to be murdered. 

Hands spread her wings out, and she continued to thrash, continued to beg. "Tamlin,” she said. “Tamlin please-” A blow to the back of her head had the air spilling from her lungs, leaving her trembling and gasping as the blonde looked to his family. 

“Father,” Tamlin tried. “Don’t do this." 

There were some other hissed words that Kosmina could not make out, but whatever he said, it was enough to keep Tamlin quiet. It was enough to have him holding her mother’s arms down as the High Lord prepared his blade. There was the sound of metal whistling through air, a hacking noise, and then her mother was screaming. She screamed too, because they were cutting off her mother's wings, were going to do the same to her, and then they were going to kill them both. 

She heard the squelch, knew that was her mother’s wing sliding to the ground, attached only by a few tendons. Mina lifted her head to the side just enough to puke all over the snow. Ercan sneered, shoved her face into her own bile, and that’s when she felt the blade just graze her wing. 

She was only fourteen when they sawed off her wings and she was forever banished from the sky. 

They were alive, but not for long. She knew just from the way the Lord and his evil sons laughed that they would be dead within five minutes. But then her mother reached out a shaking hand, as if to touch her one last time. That is not what happened. Mina’s body seemed to flutter, chest contracting. Was she winnowing, or simply hallucinating as she died? What was this? She flickered, again and again until she went completely transparent, Ercan’s hand going through her head as if she were made of air. 

All around her, the males barked, but she couldn’t find the energy to lift her head. She couldn’t even focus on what her mother was screaming to her between sobs. All there was was pain and the sense that she was floating. Time seemed to blink, a brief, unfathomable moment when she could see nothing, couldn’t even remember who or what she was. But it resumed. 

And then Kosmina was falling. 

Her knees hit the ground first, followed by her entire body, and she found herself in a similar position; bleeding to death in the snow. There were alarmed male murmurs, though when she glanced to the side, her mother wasn’t there. There wasn’t even blood on the ground. Mina must have blacked out while they’d disposed of her, and now they were back to finish the job. A hand touched her shoulder. She was too tired to scream. 

"The blood’s coming from her back.” The voice was rough, nothing like the leering of the High Lord and his two older sons or the soft pleading of spineless Tamlin. “If you don’t shut up with your worrying, she’ll bleed out, Gavriel." 

"I’m trying to find the origin of the damage, Lorcan,” a second voice replied, soft and surprisingly patient. He was closer, must have been the one with his hand on her. It was removed, and she whimpered. “It’s alright. You’re going to be alright." 

"Most likely,” the first voice corrected, and Mina thought that the second male might have turned to glare at the first. “There’s no use in getting her hopes completely up." 

Had Illyrians found her? Had they taken her mother to safety? Had they made the High Lord pay for what he and his sons had done to them?

My wings. They took my wings. 

A warmth sprouted at her back, spreading out across her shoulder blades and up and down her spine. She froze, because it felt… it felt like flesh was being added back to bone, like blood was returning to her body. "You’re alright,” that soft second voice said again. They would take her home. They’d take her to Rhys, and her mother, who was hopefully already healing. With that in mind, Kosmina let her eyes slide back closed. The darkness welcomed her. 


Bayard, High Lord of the Spring Court, stared in astonishment at the spot where the bitch daughter had just disappeared. His sons and Eolande, Lady of the Night Court stared as well. Eolande’s face was scrunched in pain, her face covered in sweat, but there was relief and triumph in her eyes as she stared at the puddle of blood on the snow covered ground, the only sign that her daughter had ever been there. He would have no triumph on the bitch’s face. 

“Where did you send her?” Bayard spat, looming over her. For good measure, he slapped her, sending spit and blood across her face. 

“I don’t know,” Eolande rasped. “I don’t know if it was even me who sent her. But I do know you’ll never find her. You never will.” And she began to laugh. 

The laughter was silenced quickly by a knife through her temple. 

Bayard turned to his sons, two of which were scowling, one who was now puking into the snow like the weakling he was. “You tell no one that the bitch got away,” he told them. He knew both Rhysand and his father adored Kosmina, knew they needed to think her dead. “She’ll be dead soon anyways, wherever she is.” Tias and Ercan nodded firmly, but it was to Tamlin that Bayard turned. He leaned in close. “You will tell no one." 

Tamlin staggered to his feet and wiped his mouth, and after a moment, he met his father’s eyes, face pale, lips wan. Reluctantly, he nodded. Satisfied, because his youngest son was too much a coward to ever go against his orders, he signaled Tias and Ercan, then grabbed Tamlin’s arm. 

They winnowed, leaving Eolande dead in the forest, a puddle of her daughter’s blood next to her corpse.