and it makes his eyes look even more impossible

say you’ll remember me

Originally posted by giantgyu

mingyu x reader fluff, angst, implied smut

6,445 words

a/n: i know some parts of this are so *stares right into the camera* obnoxiously cheesy but guess what? i like this and i just don’t care. i’m currently writing a horribly stupidly long hoseok fic, but i realized the writing had gotten a little stale n asked my bff for a prompt to write a “ficlet” (this was supposed to be 2k or less) and she gave me: mingyu, fluff and angst, wildest dreams by taylor swift (because my mingyu tag is “he’s so tall and handsome as hell”). so ta da, this is what u get

~ in which your young, dumb love will hurt you, will ruin you, has an expiration date…but is so, so worth it

    You never forgot to visit your hometown in the summertime. Of course, it was nice to see your family, but you could see them any time of the year, and saw them often in the fall and the winter. What made the long drive from the city worth it in the hundred degree weather, sun glaring down on the hood of your car and baking you inside of it, was the chance to see the seaside in all its glory. You’d been raised in a humble beach town and you’d seen it a thousand times, but you’d be happy to see it a thousand more. As a kid, you couldn’t say you’d appreciated it much. The town itself and the beach were a little dumpy, nothing to write home about.

    It was the memories you’d created there once upon a time that made it special. As you pulled into a spot in the tiny parking lot and cut the ignition, you could remember late nights in the backseat of a car a lot older and rustier than this one, making your own heat as you pressed your sweat-slicked body to another. You trudged out onto the sand and as it flattened beneath your sneakers, you remembered squishing it between your toes as you watched a certain young man wading in the shallow ocean waters. He’d splashed some little kids nearby, pretending to fall beneath the surface with the weight of their own splashes back at him, and you’d imagined how this scene would look many years from now with children who were the perfect mix of you and him. You’d been 17 then.

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anonymous asked:

5/6 for andreil pls!! You can combine or do them separately whatever floats ur boat <3

5: “Please don’t do this” (I’m doing them separately im weak, #6 should be out tmrw! also… a phrase with ‘please’ in it.. I’m using up all my dreaming/drunk/dying scenarios)

It’s common knowledge among foxes that waking Andrew is Neil’s job, unless you want to get a fist to the solar plexus. But it’s also true that Andrew is the only one who can extract Neil from his nightmares without scaring him back into the trunk of a car or an evermore bed.

It’s one of the “fun facts” for fox survival that Nicky recites to newcomers: don’t touch Neil when he’s sleeping unless you want to feel like you’ve just kicked a puppy. Don’t touch Andrew under any circumstances if you like your fingers attached to your hands. When in doubt, get whichever one is awake and let them do their voodoo. If they’re both asleep at the same time, you’re fucked. Take pictures.

Andrew never bothers to correct him. There’s nothing to correct, if Andrew’s being honest (and he always is).

Quietly learning to wake each other is the result of bruising trial and error, a hard-won trust that grew like moss over ruins.

It’s still almost impossible, sometimes. Most of the time. Approaching Neil when he’s whimpering and protecting his face with his hands makes Andrew feel even more like a monster than usual.

Neil whispered to him on the bus once that the split second of disorientation in Andrew’s eyes when he wakes makes Neil scared for him.

Andrew starts to recognize the sheepish look of foxes who need to ask their vice-captain something while his head is lolling around Andrew’s shoulder. He almost always wakes him, it’s a clear subclause in his ‘keep Neil out of harms way’ contract, and Andrew’s dutiful when it comes to deals.

There’s a knock on the door at half past three on a Monday morning, and Andrew startles awake in an empty room. He stews in slow annoyance as the front door opens and closes, muffled voices tripping into the bedroom. He gropes for the light switch in the dark, and Kevin flips it on for him, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, eyebrows shaking hands across the stretch of his forehead.

They have a brief staring contest and then Matt clears his throat from behind them, knocking awkwardly on the door frame.

“Um… Andrew?”

Andrew looks at him blearily. He’s conscious of Matt’s eyes tracking his hair sticking out sideways, one of Neil’s soft nondescript shirts slouching on his chest.

“We need your expertise,” Matt says, grimacing. Andrew turns to retreat to his bed, unimpressed, but Matt huffs. “Neil’s having a nightmare. He fell asleep in our room.”

Andrew stops.

“He’s freaking out,” Matt continues, soft. He makes eye contact with a wild edge that says he’s refusing to let the blankness in Andrew’s gaze phase him.

Andrew pushes past Matt like he’s rolling his sleeves up, breaking out into the strangeness of the dorm at night. 

The door to the neighbouring room is open and Aaron’s standing just inside, arms crossed.

“He woke me up,” he says cooly as Andrew passes.

“Jesus weeps,” Matt snarks, hot on Andrew’s heels. He’s looking beyond the twins to where Neil is curled on the floor, trembling. Matt’s face pinches with concern. Dan’s sitting on the couch by Neil’s head in a jersey and bare legs, looking like she’s trying to help just by being nearby. The room has the suddenly bright feeling of a fire alarm going off at night, minds alert inside sleep dulled bodies.

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Complicated (Dean x Reader + Sam x Reader)

Plot: Dean Winchester dies, leaving his brother and his girl alone. All the frustration and anger brings Y/N and Sam together in a way that is a lot more than friendly comfort. As Sam and the reader delve into a relationship, a surprise visitor comes knocking on the door, changing everything.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Dean dying, much smut, unprotected sex (wrap it) kinda cheating but not really, swearing

Originally posted by superuunatural

Originally posted by onscreenkisses

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Hello, baby - part 23

The morning seemed to come quickly, I turn and see the not surprisingly empty sheets next to me. I check for anything telling me the time and I realize it’s well into the afternoon.
I stretch out against the silk sheets and groan, my body aches from a numerous of things and nothing sounds better than a hot shower right now. I place my feet on the ground and strip right there leaving my clothes in a pile by the bed, the cool marble floors are comforting reminding me where I am. 

I walk past the closed bedroom doors and into the bathroom, I get in the shower and let the hot water run over my shoulder and neck occasionally rubbing the knots that are there.

“Good morning.” J’s low growl startles me.

I don’t try and cover up, he has seen every inch of me by now, I look up at him and flash him a smile, “Good morning to you too.” 

He palms himself through his pants and electricity runs through my veins, it’s empowering knowing I have this effect on him. He throws his shirt off and to the side, I laugh at his urgency as he quickly drops his pants and tosses them as well. 

“Hows the water?” He asks reaching for the handle on the glass shower door.

“It’s heating up.” I lean my back against the wall in the shower and let the water run over me.

He lets out another growl, louder this time, and he is standing in front of me in a split second. His hands run down my sides and over my hips, his touch is gentle, so far. I lean my head back and close my eyes getting deeper into his touch. He lifts my hips and runs his hands over my ass and with a slight grab he pulls me close to him, I open my eyes and I look up directly into his eyes that are now overlaid with lust. 
I place my hands on his biceps and press myself against him harder, feeling every part of him against me. He leans in close and purrs before letting his lips meet mine. His tongue quick to explore my mouth, I let out a gently moan letting him know he is welcome there. 
Out breathing picks up as our kiss intensifies and our hips begin to grind into each other. He pulls his lips away from mine and flips me around, his hand trails down my spine and he ends it with a hard smack on my ass, I jump and let out a groan which he responds to with another smack. 

“I never grow tired of this view.” He groans in my ear and chills get sent down my spine and my knees feel weak. 

The water is starting to get cooler as the moments pass, he presses his hips against my ass and I can feel him at my dripping entrance. He presses himself upwards and I lean forward against the shower wall, he adds more pressure and moans as he completely fills me. 

“I never get tired of this pussy.” He groans in my ear again as his hips find their rhythm against me.

I try to grab onto the smooth surface but it’s useless, instead I press my hands against it to hold me in place with each of his thrusts.
I moan and scream his name, every motion he makes gets harder, his fingers digging into my hips and his head thrown back as he lets his own string of moans out. 

“Fu-fuck!” I scream out as he picks up his pace.

The water is almost cold and chills run through my body as the curse words continue to flow out of my mouth. His hand leaves my hip and grips my hair around his hand and tugs it back, I arch against his pull and his thrust get deeper. My moans are louder and his hips are slamming against me gets faster, he lets out a deep growl every few seconds and it makes my nerves stand on end. 

“Cum for me baby, lets me feel you!” He groans and pulls my hair back even further and I can’t help but to scream out his name.

“Yes, yes daddy!” I moan back and I let my breathing take its own pace and I let myself go.

Again, my nails try to dig into the shower wall but with no prevail, I feel his teeth bite into my shoulder as he holds his thrust in me and I scream out again but my breath is quickly cut short from my own orgasm. 
He lets go of my hair and his hand trails my skin as his lips press to the fresh bite mark. My body shudders as I finish my high, he then pulls out of me and we both let out a deep breath. 

“I’ll have lunch waiting, clean up doll, we are going out tonight.” He kisses my shoulder again and grabs a towel as he exits the bathroom. 

I stay leaning against the wall for a moments to catch my breath and the finish my shower in cold water, which didn’t feel all that bad. 
I grabbed another towel and dried off and got dressed in simple jeans and T-shirt, I braided my hair back to dry. 

I head downstairs and J is sitting at the table with a plate of food next to him, I take my seat on his left, “Not hungry?” I question him.

“I already ate darling, thanks for being concerned though.” he lets out a chuckle and pinches my chin with his finger and thumb.

I roll my eyes at him and I can see him get slightly annoyed, he gets up and makes himself a cup of coffee, “We will be leaving at 6, so three hours. I’ll leave you if you are not waiting by the front door.”

“Understood.” I smile up and him and it’s returned with the shine of his capped teeth. 

I finish my food and briefly wonder where Jackie is but I figure she is busy with one of the thousand things J has her doing.
I run up the stairs and search my closet, I decide on a full sleeved black dress with a thigh high slit and red heels, I lay it out on the bed and begin working on my hair and makeup. 
Once I look at the clock again it’s almost 5:30, I add a few last touches and slip the dress on and slide on the heels, I finish off the outfit with my ‘J’ choker necklace. 
I open the bedroom door and see J waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

“It’s before 6.” He winks at me, “So it looks like I won’t have to punish you.” I can’t help but blush, somewhat out of embarrassment since the guards were around. 

He holds his hand out for me and I take it, he spins me around and places a kiss against my neck. He places one hand at the small of my back as we walk out the front door.

“What is this all about?” I have a hint of laughter in my voice.

“Nothing really, I just missed showing you off.” He holds the car door open for me and closes it once I am in. 

The drive is quick like always, we pull up to his club and butterflies fill my stomach, it’s been a while and I have missed it. 
He rushes to my side of the car to open the door before the valet does, again his hand is on my lower back as we walk. 
I can hear the whispers of what the people around thought had happened between us and since none of them included the real story I know J must have done some heavy convincing or killing to keep the rumors off.
As we enter the club more eyes are on us, we make our way to the upstairs area and it has a lot more people than what I am used to. 

“Busy, huh?” I whisper over to J.

“Business, actually. Have a seat and i’ll be right back doll. You need me, you call.” With that his hand leaves my back and he is walking towards the end of the room, his hands moving erratically.

I take a seat on one of the available couches and order a drink, I keep my eyes on J making sure he looks comfortable but even if he wasn’t it would be almost impossible to read it. 
He glances over at me every now and then, I have had a few drinks already and I can feel the alcohol warm my veins. 
I didn’t realize how much I was drinking but I became bored of waiting. 
The night is coming to an end and J is either completely engulfed in this meeting he is having or he has completely forgotten about me, I swallow another drink to both thoughts.

The rest of the night is a blur. 
I remember J coming back over to me, I think I was sleeping.
His glare, I do remember that, it felt like fire piercing my skin. 
He was mad.
I was drunk.
He stood me up and halfway carried me to the car and once we pulled up to the house I puked at the front door.
I don’t remember anything after that. 
Then I woke up on the bathroom floor. 

I groaned as my head pounded with every move I made to sit up. I was face down on the marble floors but I could feel my stomach turning again, I leaned over the toilet and puked for what felt like the twentieth time. 
My throat burned and my body ached. 
I heard the bathroom door open and I let out another groan. 

“You have to drink some water darling.” J’s cool hand against my forehead felt calming.

“You’re mad?” I mumble.

“Not at this moment.” He brushes my hair out of my face before placing a cup of water in front if me.

I took the water from him and began to sip it, he kissed my temple and let me know he would be back later.
All I wanted to do was sleep but the constant roll of my stomach made it impossible. I moved slowly into the bigger part of the bathroom and opened the bottom cabinet to get a towel.
I reached in and a small box caught my eye, I dropped the towel and grabbed it.
My heart sank remembering the hidden picture.
I move to sit back against the wall and open the box, there is was. The picture of J, The Joker before he became anything.
Before all of this, before he went mad.
The light smile on his face in the picture brought a smile to my face.
I stared at it and studied it. My heart felt heavy for J, I wonder why he kept it around for so long, I wonder if he misses it or misses who he used to be.

“I brought you..” J stops and I can feel his stare on me but I refuse to look up, “What, where the fuck did you get that?” I can hear the rage sneak in his voice.

I begin to stutter my words, “I w-was looking for a towel.”

He stays quiet longer than what I’m comfortable with, I lift my head and look up at him. My heart breaks looking at his face, it was filled with such disappointment and it almost looked like he was hurt. Like something had dug inside him and was leaving his speechless from some sort of pain.
His mouth hung open and his eyes almost glossed over as he looked at me holding the old picture.
I have seen J hurt, I have seen him almost heart broken, but this, this was different.  
This was a far deeper cut. 

He stayed there staring at me but never really seeing me, minutes had passed and I couldn’t find the words to break his trance so I waited. 
He blinked and took a deep breath, he turned around and walked away. I waited for a door to slam but nothing, no screaming, so gun shots, nothing. 
I stood to my feet, grabbed the small trash can to take with me just in case and stumbled my way out of the bedroom. 
No one was around so I guessed with the office, I held onto the railing to keep my balance. I pushed the office door open and he was there, sitting back in his chair with his eyes closed. 

“J, I, I’m so…” I try to make my mends but he cut me off.

He draws his gun and points it at me, his eyes still closed and his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing. He switches the gun to point it against his own head and my heart sinks into a deep pit. 

“Please.” I plead.

“I don’t even know if I could kill you anymore. It almost seems easier to end things this way.” His voice is hoarse and deep. 

“W-wy would you want to end this?” I can feel the tears falling down my cheeks seeing him like this. 

“I haven’t thought of that, those moments for so long. It’s like reliving it all again, that, that fucking picture!” He screams out and slams the gun on his desk.

I quickly run over to him and wrap my arms around him, he lets me which surprises me so I bring his in tighter to me. His breathing is hard but he doesn’t say a word. 
Within seconds he switches moods, he pushes me back with just enough force to get his hands around my throat, he doesn’t ease into it. Veins are popping out in his neck and I’m instantly cut off from my air supply. 
My chest burns, my nails digging into his arms but it’s no use.
His eyes seem black, I know J is one hell of a creature, but this is not J. 
My eyes flutter closed and before everything goes dark he drops me, cries that I didn’t expect leave my mouth in screams. I curl myself up on his office floor wanting to disappear from this moment, I watch him pace the floor but he walks right back over to me and his foot meets my hands that are covering my stomach.

“J!” I scream out louder than ever. 

His head twitches to the side and he does it again, my cries are now pleads for help. I scream his name again and again, I beg him to open his eyes and to look at me. 
He takes a few steps back and sits on the ground, he sits there staring at me curled up, crying and bruised.
He smacks his palms to his forehead a few times before quickly getting up and opening the office door.

“I’m sorry Kat.” He whispers as he leaves me there.

I curl up tighter and the emotions that I was holding back come rushing in, my breathing is hiccuped with my sobs which make the pain in my throat and stomach even more unbearable. 
I hear the door handle open and Lucas comes rushing to my side.

“What the fuck happened in here?” He lifts me into his lap.

I can’t make out any words, I can’t even put my thoughts together. 
I sit there holding onto myself, holding onto me waiting for my own tears to stop and waiting for my breathing to calm down. 
I don’t know what just took over in J but I know that if it were to ever happen again one of us would have a bullet in our head.

Outcast (High-School AU)// Mark Tuan

Originally posted by jordragon

Pairing: Mark x Reader (ft. Jackson, Jinyoung + Yugyeom)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Oneshot

Summary//Request: Being the school outcast doesn’t bother you too much - except for the grief you receive from 4 boys in your class - little do you know, Mark has always had a thing for you.

This scenario contains slight mentions of bullying.

It’s not that you hated high-school – you just hated the people that were in it. Everyone had their group, their clique that they belonged to; the popular girls, the popular boys, the kids that were dedicated to studying, the alternative kids that seemed to own mostly black clothing and so on, so forth. However; you never really found yourself ‘fitting’ into any of these categories. You wouldn’t have said you were completely dedicated to your studies, but you did well in your classes and the teachers recognised it. You weren’t so much interested or outgoing when it came to sports – but you enjoyed gym nonetheless. With that being said, you excelled the most in visual and audible arts with music being your favourite subject bar none – allowing you to express your creativity in whichever way you saw fit.

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And I, His Tide

Emma has a special surprise planned for Killian on his birthday. Smutty birthday goodness for @killiancygnus​ on her own birthday! Rated M for sexy smut. 1.3k words. AO3.

Special thanks to the CS Writer’s Hub, who encouraged me to keep writing this after I lost it the first time to a crash.

Killian sat on the edge of the couch, fingers kneading mindlessly at his hook as he waited for Emma to come back. She’d left several minutes ago, needing to retrieve his “special surprise” from a hiding spot she’d somehow managed to find without him noticing. Apparently, she’d been keeping it a secret for weeks.

“Emma, darling,” Killian called out when the silence of the room was becoming heavy. “Forget about the surprise. Just come down here and let me enjoy your company.”

“Patience, captain.” Her voice entered the room bouncing off of the walls around him like omniscient presence. He waited a few more moments, his hand occasionally reaching up to scratch his ear.

Behind him, he could hear her soft footsteps waiting at the top of the staircase. He froze, knowing that if he turned now, he could ruin whatever she had planned.

“I’m ready. Close your eyes.” She sounded almost…nervous, but he complied nonetheless. She moved down the stairs with deliberate steps, creating a slow rhythm that sent his heart accelerating into action. He jumped when he suddenly felt her hand scratch along his back, and just as he was about to turn her, she whispered in a husky voice, “Keep them closed.”

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Namjoon Fluff

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Word Count: 1240

Genre: fluff…. slight angst?

Warnings: None

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

It wasn’t unusual for You and Namjoon to wake up in a tangled mess of arms and legs when you’ve both slept in separate houses the night before just because Namjoon’s own bed sheets won’t substitute for Your warmth. It wasn’t unusual for You to wake up frustrated to Namjoon’s ear deafening snoring to hit the back of his head with a pillow and fall back asleep with his hand rubbing your back apologetically. It wasn’t unusual for You to wake up to the highest volume of some science channel because Namjoon wasn’t satisfied with the amount of information his brain has already consumed. What was unusual though, was for You to wake up at 4 P.M. to a silent Namjoon sitting on the desk chair placed to your bed’s left side, staring into nothing. Your eyebrows met in the middle as you watched him silently. Namjoon hadn’t slept over, nor did You recall waking up to him snuggling close to you at 3 A.M. His hair was a mess due to the countless times he’d pulled at it with slim fingers. Traces of smeared dirt covered a fair amount of his cheeks. Black circles surrounded his eyes. Head thrown back with his eyes closed. To say he looked exhausted would be an understatement. His usual dimpled smile was replaced with a thin lipped frown.

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Dominating Him When You’re Jealous (M) (SCM Version)
  • Featuring: Leon, Scorpio, Dui, Huedhaut and Karno from Star Crossed Myth
  • Warnings: Mature

You wrapped your lips around one of the little pink nubs, sucking hard then biting into the stiff nipple and soothing the sensitive skin with the flat of your tongue.
“Having fun down there? Punishing me?” Leon panted heavily, glaring down at you as you feasted on his body. You hummed your contentment, smiling at how he tried to sound displeased despite the tremors you could feel running through his body every time you sucked at his chest.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” You ran your fingernails down his sides, making his spine arch, and you trailed your lips down his rippling abs, poking your tongue into his belly button. “Beg me.” You demanded.
“I’m a god.” Leon snapped, cheeks still flushed and pupils dilated from your ministrations on his nipples. “I don’t beg for anyone.” Glancing upwards, you saw the hickeys covering his chest, his throat and one on the underside of his jaw that would be impossible to hide.
“Ah yes, you prefer making others beg.” You bit into the god’s belly button, sucking it into your mouth. “Like those slutty goddesses.” You snarled as you lowered your face even more, his happy trail tickling your nose. Leon growled through gritted teeth as you tugged at the thickening hair at his hips, the sensation being painful but slightly pleasurable. “They all swarm around you and you just let them. I’d almost think you enjoyed it.” You looked up at him and saw him staring down at you, eyes hard.
“I do not.” He denied. “Where did you get these things, anyway?” Leon breathed, jangling his wrists above his head again.
You had wanted to restrain him, to let him know who was in charge. But he was a God. So the normal handcuffs you’d get at a porno store, even a police station, wasn’t going to cut it. Fortunately for you, Karno was willing to help. Happy, even.
“Karno.” You told him, knowing Leon would find out sooner or later.
“That conniving son of a…!” Leon’s spine arched in shock as you nibbled on his ball sack, sucking the swollen globe into your mouth and biting down softly.
“Don’t call Karno conniving.” You scolded, running the tip of your tongue over the painful hickey you’d just left on the juncture between balls and cock. “Karno is kind, thoughtful… handsome.” Leon’s head snapped downwards.
“Don’t talk about another man when you’re on my cock.” He grunted, wrapping his legs around your torso and crunched his torso, lifting his legs and forcing you upwards. “Ever.”
You stared at him, ripples of excitement rushing through your body.
“My, my, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were… jealous.” You asked, reaching down to push aside your panties. “I thought you were only jealous over my tears.” You challenged, taking his length in your hand and rubbing the head of his cock over your lower lips.
“Your tears are mine.” Leon jutted his hips upwards, timing it perfectly to slip inside you. You gasped but allowed the intrusion, sinking down to make it easier for Leon to rut inside of you. “Your love is mine.” He thrust upwards again, pubic hair scratching against your clit in a way that made your eyes water but your toes curl. “And this tight little pussy… mine.” He rolled his hips and you cried out, loudly.
“You are mine, Leon.” You informed him as you began to ride him, slowly, torturously slowly. “Your mouth, your chest, your arms, your love, your legs, your cock… all of it. You’re mine.” You leant down, pressing your lips to his nose as you began to grind against Leon’s hips, making him rub against that sweet spot within you that made you sweat all over. Leon gave you a rare, sweet and genuine smile. He craned his neck upwards and planted an even more rare chaste kiss to your lips, whispering words against your mouth.
“I know I am.”

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Demons (Erik Lehnsherr x Reader)



Originally posted by endingthemes

Erik was a man on the run. He always was. But after the events of the RFK Stadium, his life had turned upside down as everyone recognized him. He knew he had to run, to escape.

What he didn’t expect was to fall in love. Now, from all of his days. His heart chose to fall for a girl, now.

She was a beauty and he absolutely didn’t deserve her. She lived in a village, not too busy but still he earned some glares and comments. He had chosen to settle there for the winter and then try to cross the borders.

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For @humanityinahandbag, in honor of a long ago Ask she sent me that Tumblr unfortunately lost. Darling, I hope this is a worthy tribute.

She finds it tucked away in one of the many safe secret places the shadows of his castle provide, the petals of it dry and fragile. They feel like parchment as she presses them to her lips and breathes. 

The perfume is faint and fragile, but still sweet. The memory of that Fateful Night is strong enough to compensate, the scent spun softly into other things…

Things like moonlight staining anything and everything silvery and pure…

Things like claws carding tenderly through her hair as they tucked this bloom behind the curve of her ear…

Things like bright blue eyes lighting up a not-so-Dark Forest, banishing the shadows of the loneliness she had so fiercely forged walls from…

Her exhale is a shaky, shuddery thing as she opens her eyes and looks down upon what she holds, so small and yet so sacred. The last time she saw this, it was left in that web, forgotten and forsaken when faced by Roland’s army. How…?

If her exhale was shaky, his inhale is fierce. 

She turns to him, the bloom still cradled in her clasped hands. His eyes are wide with wariness, and when he looks at her, her heart twists at how vulnerability makes their impossible blueness even more vivid as he meets her own golden gaze. 

She keeps her voice soft, barely enough to stir the precious petals she holds. “…you went back for it?” 

He looks away, his lean throat working with his swallow. “Ah…Ah felt Ah ought to.” He drops his gaze. “Ah could not forsake it. Not it, nor what it stands for.”

Stands for? 

She goes to him, eyes wide and wondering and worried at the shame he suddenly seems to carry, how it makes the sharp line of his broad shoulders slump. “Forsake what?

He looks up at her, bravery making blue burn bright. “Trust.”  

Marianne stops as her heart does, her eyes going wider still. Oh. 

He doesn’t look away from her as he continues, doesn’t retreat from the shame he so plainly unearths with his words. “It was so very easy fer me t’ believe Ah had been played once more. So very easy t’ put my guard up again. So very easy for me ta throw away what had been…” his lip twitches, “…blossoming.” 

He drops his gaze down, his gnarled knuckles defined as he clutches his scepter. “So…after everythin’…Ah went back. And Ah looked, an’ Ah found it, an’…an’ Ah kept it. Keep it. Reclaimed it an’ swore Ah would honor it.” 

When he takes her hand, he holds it like he held the bloom––

––their bloom, this token of their love, this talisman of their trust––

––that Fateful Night. 

How he holds my heart. 

He looks up at her, searing her with the seriousness of his gaze, burns her with the broken beauty of his heartfelt oath. “Ah’ll never not trust ye again, Tough Girl.” 

captains orders

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

steve rogers x reader

warnings: slight smut.

prompt: reader can’t follow her captains orders.

“i can’t believe how reckless you can be, y/n!” steve bellowed, his voice causing the agents passing by to jump, startled by how loud he was being. he didn’t pay them any mind as he stomped angrily behind you while you casually strolled to your room, suppressing the urge to roll your eyes. you threw your bag onto the floor by your bed, not bothering to look at the angry soldier stood in the middle of your bedroom. all you wanted was a shower and some sleep, but steve’s constant nagging was making that impossible.

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Let Go, Prompt: Riding Nimbus

I’ve been consumed by Son Family Week this week, and not even getting all of those done.  But I had to do at least one KakaVege piece for KakaVege Week, so I came up with this one.  This turned out to be a really fun prompt.  Hope you enjoy it ;)

The energy had dwindled down after an exciting evening.  At least, it seemed to be exciting for the others.  To Vegeta, the disappearances of the guests one by one from Capsule Corporation were welcome, long overdue occurrences.  As soon as Kakarot and his wife and child, the last of the remaining guests, would leave, he’d finally have some peace and quiet.

Unfortunately, it seemed every last bit of his patience was going to be tested before that would happen.  Bulma was keeping Chi-Chi busy with endless gossip in the kitchen while she helped with the cleanup from the party.  Meanwhile, the two boys were running around together, doing whatever childish things they liked to occupy their time these days.  That left Vegeta with Kakarot.  To him, it was just he and Kakarot out there on the balcony, overlooking the starry sky.  But to Kakarot it seemed, there was a third being in their presence.  But Vegeta would never give a cloud the dignity of being called anything but “it”.

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It’s me

Word count: 1457

You’re one of Liv’s friends and you meet Kai in that bar but when he tells you about his past, you don’t judge him for it

Everyday after classes, you went to the bar where Liv works and chat with her about your day and all kinds of things. There sometimes were guys hitting on you but you weren’t interested so you turned most of them down. Liv was teasing you about it, but it was the way you liked things to be.
It was an ordinary day at the bar, half empty which allowed you and Liv to have more time to talk. It was always interesting seeing people around, most of them working on their homework.

‘Why do people write their homework in a bar?’ You asked, your gaze focused on the people behind you. Liv laughed and just shrugged her shoulders as she wiped the bar with a wet cloth.

'Weird. Hey are we still up for that party tonight? It’s gonna be sick.’ You said, biting on the pencil you always carried around for some reason.

'Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world!’ Liv replied as she went to serve the guy that just arrived. Black jacket, tall, piercing blue eyes, ugh, he was perfect. That was what you thought to yourself when you saw him, but he must’ve been a freshman because you’ve never seen him before. He kept glancing in your direction, his smile making you blush a little bit, unable to hide the redness from your face you looked to the other side and laughed at yourself for being so childish. Liv came back and handed you another drink, telling you it was from the guy that made you blush so much, like you were in primary school when a boy told you your notebook was cute. It was absolutely embarrassing and you tried to avoid his eyes as much as possible, but that didn’t help when he came closer and sat down next to you, his knee touching your leg. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath. You kept staring at him, admiring him, which probably looked creepy so to avoid any further creepiness, you decided to start a conversation with him.

'Um, thanks for the drink.’ You said but he just smiled at you, showing of his beautiful teeth. Yes, even his teeth were beautiful. You were unable to control yourself, but somehow you did. He was just the kinda guy you always fell for and it was starting to get hard not to look at him.

'No problem. I’m Kai’ he finally spoke up as he reached out his hand for you to shake it. You placed your hand in his, his fingers wrapping around your palm so perfectly, his eyes never leaving yours.

'So Kai, what brings you to our fantastic college?’ you asked him and rolled your eyes at your own question.

'Just, visiting my family, actually.’ You thought how sweet that was. He grinned, and brought his stool closer to you, his knee touching your leg again.

'That’s nice. Do you do that a lot?’ You asked.

'Well, not exactly. I haven’t seen my family in 18 years.’ He replied, your brows frowning. What does that even mean? You thought to yourself, trying to figure it out on your own, without intruding, but it was impossible.

'How come?’

'Because I just came back from prison. I was locked there for, as I already said, 18 years.’ He trailed off and took a sip of his drink, his eyes leaving yours as he looked down. How could this be possible? He looked like he was 20 and he was in prison for 18 years. That didn’t make any sense, but it didn’t scare you at all. Some of the stories you heard were a lot worse than this one. Kai was interesting and you definitely wanted to know more about him, even though something was telling you that you might regret it, but you did it anyway. It was very intriguing.

'Um, sorry? Could you, explain that a little bit?’ You asked, a smile appearing on his face.

'Well, you see I was locked there because I did something really bad. My family locked me there for 18 years. As you can see, I managed to escape it. It was torture, you know. Living through the exact same day for 18 years can really mess with your head. That’s why I tried to kill myself a lot of times, but nothing happened. And you see her?’ He pointed towards Liv and locked his eyes with yours. 'She’s my sister. Even though she doesn’t remember me because dad probably took care of that.’ His eyes never left yours, but your heart was now beating faster because of what he said. You were completely lost and didn’t know what to say. It was too soon to judge and you weren’t that kinda person, but this was really messed up.

'So why Liv doesn’t remember you?’ You asked, wanting to know more.

'Because I tried to kill her. And her twin brother, my brother, when they were 4. I killed my other siblings, except my twin sister. We were a messed up family. Family of witches, but I’m not like them.’ He stated, your eyes went wide for a moment when he said he killed his siblings. For some reason, you weren’t scared. It was strange for Kai opening like this to you because you just met him, but he just scratched the surface. There was a lot more to find out about him. You swallowed hard, trying to come up with the next question for him, or even a reply to his story.

'Why… why did you want to kill Liv?’ You asked as he grinned at you and took another sip of his drink.

'Aren’t you afraid of me? I thought you were going to run away from me. I actually expected from you to run away from me when I said I was locked in a prison world.’ He stated, his eyes squinting a little bit.

'I think you’re ignoring my question.’ You said and took a sip of your drink.

'I’ll tell you some other time.’ He replied and winked at you. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed.

'Why not tell me now? It could be fun.’ You winked at him and made him laugh for being so different from any other people. You weren’t judging him because od his past and you haven’t ran away from him.

'You just don’t to give up? Do you?’

'Never. I need an answer, Kai.’

'Fine.’ He trailed off. His hand reached out to your arm, grabbing it lightly as he stood up and walked towards more secluded table in the corner. He lifted his feet up on the chair, getting comfortable.

'See, in gemini coven, twins have to merge and then the one who wins, becomes the leader of the coven, in this situation, Gemini coven. So, getting rid of the twins would open the doors for me to become the leader but instead I got sent to prison world. My family always called me an abomination. That hurt my feelings.’ He smiled and looked down as if he was insecure. It even seemed like he wasn’t comfortable talking about it.

'Now, answer me. Why aren’t you afraid of me?’ Kai asked, his hand finding it’s way to his drink.

'No reason. I just don’t want to judge someone I just met, even if it means they’re a-’

'Irredeemable piece of trash?’

'No, I, wasn’t planning on putting it that way.’

'That’s what my family thought. They never even gave me a chance. I was different and it freaked them out so they isolated me. I was treated like trash and it was hell for me.’

He trailed off and looked at you, his face serious and you could’ve sworn, maybe even a little bit of sadness. At that moment you wanted to hug him. Yeah, maybe it was a stupid idea, but no one deserves to be treated that way.

'Now, enough about me. Let’s hear more about you.’ Kai said and leaned on his elbows on the table, his face closer to you. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a second.

'How about tonight? 8pm? I’ll tell you everything you want to know about my boring life.’

'It’s a date.’ He said as you got up and walked out of the bar, leaving Kai at the table. A date. After so long, you got a date, with Kai. The only thing that could’ve popped in your head was how interesting that date could be. Maybe after all this things you found out about Kai, there might’ve been something else that could’ve dragged you in and made you fall for Kai even more.

Caught Red-Handed (And Red-Faced, Red-Shirted- Food Colouring’s No Joke.)

What time is it? Time for BROTZLY BAKING PART 3 MOFOS!!

This probably isn’t my best offering ‘cause unlike the others which I wrote over a couple of days, I pretty much banged this one out in a fit of inspiration today. So apologies for any mistakes or incoherent bits- might go back and fix it later!

If you’ve missed ‘em you can read the whole series on Ao3 and maybe leave us the odd little comment if you enjoy? You’d sure make this struggling writer’s day ^_^

Right, time to get angsty and fluffy up in here- enjoy! 

Todd was puzzled. Which was pretty common, what with the kind of cases they got, but this was a very particular kind of puzzlement. From an unexpected but not unpleasant change in his life.

He was happy.

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The Terminal, Ch. IX

No grave can hold my body down
I’ll crawl home to her.

There exists a certain coldness in the air that arrives in early November. It was bitter and dry, chaffing skin and almost freezing puddles from dripping mufflers or spigots in backyard sidewalks. Buildings huffed clouds of yawns into the dusk throughout the city, filling the skyline with cloud factories, while trees shivered and leaves became carpets that bunched in the gutters and were meticulously crunched in morning commutes.

The sky went out like a candle, snuffed in the breeze, and the thick wool of the clouds hid the freckles of stars on the night’s skin, while the moon was nothing more than a nightlight under the afghan of the future condensation. While cars burst to ovens with heaters kicked higher and windows fought the constant battle of hot and cold, scarves were pulled tighter around necks and even over ears to stave off the chill that really raised a raucous after quitting time.

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shy girl / remus lupin

anon request. i’m such remus lupin trash omg

word count// 1,489

Being shy and socially insecure was incredibly frustrating for you. It took a toll on you each passing day, effecting relationships you could’ve had if you’d just spoken up or friendships that had the foundation to grow into unbreakable bonds but didn’t. The root of it all was how physically impossible it was for you to say certain things or act on actions you wanted to fulfill. It was so hard and you were dangling by a thread, nearing losing all hope in conquering your social fears.

Remus Lupin was a boy who made your palms sweaty and heart race. If he spoke to you, your face would burn badly and you could never seem to carry the conversations on due to nerves. You liked him more than you could physically and mentally fathom, but nothing ever happened between the two of you because you couldn’t function around him. You didn’t know how to act or what to say when his kind brown eyes were on you, smiling gently and in the least judging way possible.

The young Marauder always knew how shy and sweet you were.

He noticed the little things that you did when you felt uncomfortable or bashful and he could feel his feelings for you growing. Remus Lupin was falling hard and very, very rapidly but he couldn’t seem to stop it. He adored the way your cheeks tinged pink when he talked to you, when you let your y/h/c locks fall as if it were a curtain over the rosiness of your face, and how incredibly sweet you were to anyone– even if they’d been the nastiest human being to you. Remus was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. 

 As you were sitting at the table beside his in Transfiguration, you could feel his eyes flickering to you frequently. As much as you tried to ignore him, you could never find it within yourself to do so. Not to mention, Lily kept nudging you in the ribs and giggling - making your cheeks burn even though a wide smile was on your face. It was absolutely impossible to ignore him because you were crazy about him. 

It was about the twentieth time Lily elbowed you and having had enough, you pinched her arm. “I swear to Merlin, Evans. I will push you off the Astronomy tower if you don’t stop.”

She ignored you, knowing you were about as harmless as a fly. She rubbed at her freckled arm when you had pinched her. “Why don’t you just ask him out?” Lily muttered and began to scribble onto the parchment when Professor McGonagall shot her a stern look.

Your eyes practically bugged out from your skull. “Are you kidding, Lily? You know I can’t do that,” You moaned and frustratingly ran your fingers through your y/h/c locks, only for them to fall into your face again.

“Alright then. I’ll just get Remus to ask you out,” Lily replied with nonchalance, her green eyes remaining downwards at her work. 

“What?” You squeaked.

“Oh come on, Y/N,” Lily groaned. “You like him and he obviously likes you. Are you just gonna admire him from afar, dreaming of ‘what if’?”

“I dunno.” You picked at your nails, suddenly glum. “That’s what I’ve always done with guys I like.”

Lily dropped her quill, emerald irises soft and gentle. Her hand rose to comfortingly drag her fingers through your hair before she tucked a chunk behind your ear. “Remus likes you a lot, trust me. It’ll happen sooner or later because you’re sweet and beautiful. How could any guy resist?”

The two of you giggled softly before returning to the assignment, the topic of conversation taking a much lighter turn.

Remus sat a desk over on the opposite aisle. His work was completed and all of his things sat neatly stacked, ready for the end of the day which rapidly approached. Sirius was perched beside him with his feet kicked up onto the desk as his hand moved quickly, scribbling the answers whilst his gaze flickered between his own paper and Remus’. Normally the sandy haired boy would’ve smacked Sirius upside the head and tuck his parchment away from sight, but he was too preoccupied with ideas of how he could possibly ask you out on a date. His right leg was bouncing subconsciously, bottom lip nearly having blood drawn from his teeth, and to say he was stressing was an understatement.

A coffee date or to the bookstore? Perhaps you’d rather go to The Three Broomsticks for a butter beer? Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop was always a plausible option for a romantic date but–

“Merlin, Moony. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you think so hard,” Sirius joked and nudged the anxious boy.

Slipping his square frames from his face and onto the table, Remus sighed and rubbed his eyes as his elbows rested on his knees. “I think I’m going mad,” He grumbled.

Sirius smirked and quirked a dark brow. “Lemme guess. Sweet Y/N has got your wand in a knot again?”

“She does not,” He protested, but his rosy cheeks said otherwise.

“Alright. Whatever you say, mate.” Sirius grinned and tipped his head in your direction, eyes roaming your frame hunched over your desk. “I can see why you like her. She’s quite a pretty bird, isn’t she?”

Remus shifted uncomfortably and socked the ebony haired boy in the arm. “She’s not a bird.” He rolled his eyes and nearly growled when Sirius teasingly looked you over to mess with him. “Bloody hell. Stop looking at her like she’s a piece of meat.”

Sirius merely cackled. “Just ask her out already…or I will.”

That earned Sirius another rough punch to the bicep, leaving Remus more ruffled than he was before about the whole situation.

Dinnertime rolled around and Remus was still drowning in his thoughts. He couldn’t focus on anything else but you and he swore he was going to go insane if he didn’t make you his. He tried not to look at you and fall even more in love with your smile, but it was physically impossible. When you were in the same room as Remus, it was like everyone else was in black and white while you were standing front and center in screaming color. 

“Remus John Lupin,” Lily’s shrill voice spat, making the alarmed boy look at her stern green eyes. “If you don’t go over to her and ask her out, I will dump every single book you own in the Black Lake.”

He groaned in response and nervously raked his fingers through his messy hair. “I can’t just ask Y/N out. She’s so bloody gorgeous and Merlin, her eyes.” He shoved his face in his hands so his voice came out muffled. “I’m mad for her and she doesn’t even know it.”

Lily’s distinctive giggle met Remus’ ears. “I think she does now,” She hummed and tried to conceal a budding smile.

Twisting his body around to look behind him, he saw you standing in your uniform skirt and button-up shirt and his face turned to a brighter shade of red than Lily Evan’s hair. Your face had the same fate as his and butterflies were fluttering crazily in your belly. While you clasped your hands together behind your back nervously, Remus shot up from the table and stood before you – his brown eyes blazing and hair a wild mess atop his head. His words were repeating like a broken record in your head; I’m mad for her. I’m mad for her.

He was mad for you and you were crazily mad for him.

“Y/N,” Remus said in a breathy whisper. He shoved his hands in his pockets, praying to the God above that you hadn’t noticed he was shaking. “Y-You, uh, heard that didn’t you?”

You nodded, a small smile quirking your lips upward. You subconsciously fiddled with the hem of your skirt and he knew you felt uncomfortable.

“Well, I really—I want you to—uh—“

“For Godric’s sake, Remus. Ask her out already!” Sirius groaned.

Remus took a deep breath and with a flushed face, he turned to you again. “Will you go on a date with me? We can go get coffee or whatever you’d like, love.”

Shy giggles elicited from your mouth and you looked into his warm brown eyes that made you feel more special than ever. “Yes, I will, Remus.”

The relief on his face nearly made you giggle again. When he took you into his arms, your heart pounded erratically and your cheeks blazed at his friends hooting rambunctiously whilst Lily beamed at her work well done.

“Merlin, I can’t believe I just did that,” Remus mumbled into your hair, making you giggle. The sound brought a wide smile to his face and he squeezed you tighter.

“I’m glad you did,” You whispered into his shirt.

“Me too, love.”

anonymous asked:

:)) seems like you really hit the nail with your post on viktor not being suspicious and the importance of surprise in his relationship w/yuri! can I ask what you think about their relationship and how it'll develop?

Hmmm… Okay, just my opinion, yes? This is going to be a bit long and meta. After episode 7, what comes to mind is a quote from Jane Eyre:

“I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.” 

I feel that the most beautiful thing about episode 7 wasn’t the kiss itself, but the sense of trust and companionship that was finally cemented between Victor and Yuri. Victor is no longer the god-like figure that Yuri believed him to be: he is now a partner, someone who stands by his side, not someone he’s got to chase after.

Yuri is his own harshest judge. He accepts Victor’s help not because he needs someone else to build his confidence (Celestino is an excellent coach after all), but because it’s Victor who offers to help. He realizes that he lacks something and he calls it “confidence”, but in reality he has no clue what that could be.

When he chooses the theme of “Love”, he doesn’t choose “koi” (恋), but “ai” (愛). He isn’t declaring his love for Victor as a romantic interest (koi janai, anybody?), but saying that because of his relationship with Victor, he’s been able to see the love around him. Morooka’s reaction here has nothing to do with “Oh, this guy’s confessing on TV!” but “Damn, Katsuki-kun! You do speak up after all!” (He’s always been on Yuri’s side.)

So what kind of love does Victor show? He also uses “ai”, the most abstract form. The routine he had started choreographing is called “In regards to Love” (Ai ni Tsuite - 愛 に ついて). He is pleasantly surprised when Yuri tells him the name of his theme, but he is surprised nonetheless – there’s actually a significant pause between Yuri’s announcement and Victor’s reply.

Because that was going to be Victor’s theme, right? We’ve been told from the very beginning that Victor’s already too famous, too wordly to pull off the innocent persona that would suit his routine, and suddenly Victor is presented with Yuri, someone who’s got the skills he has (if he was able to copy Victor’s performance of Stammi Vicino…, then he’s definitely skilled) and who projects an aura that mirrors his own; the music they both make with their bodies is the example that Victor gives, though it is after Yuri’s statement above that Victor starts seeing him as a companion. 

Somehow, Yuri has seen through him. He is a complex person, and Victor is intrigued. (I had mentioned the surprise element before.) They surprise each other, they one-up each other (that kiss is definite proof of that); they develop their relationship through bumps and smooth patches, through the simple pleasures in life like sleeping and eating and laughing, through touching and talking and resting together (the whole ending theme in a nutshell). Now that Yuri has found his Eros, Victor can become Agape: self-sacrificing? Check. Yakov had stated that if Victor didn’t return soon, it was highly unlikely for him to be able to participate in further events. Uncalculating? Check. The only thing that Victor gets is to accompany Yuri along the path of re-invention, something he also happens to need. When he kisses Yuri, he states:

His gift is pure and heartfelt. His reputation is likely to be on the line (women all around the world lament this, surely, and I’m not even sure how this gesture would play in a country like Russia, considering certain political events :-/), but he acts because he feels, and his first thought is possibly to protect Yuri (hence, the “censoring” arm). The affection is right there in their eyes, and that is much more telling than the kiss itself. Here are two guys who genuinely care for one another, and who support each other on an equal footing.

The eyes, however, are super important. Yuri states that he’s always watched Victor. He asks him to look at him. Victor states that Yuri’s performance makes it impossible for anyone to look away. Your eyes don’t need to wander: look at me, watch me grow. I’ll surprise you.

It is not just Victor that’s entranced. Yuri has gotten a taste of Victor’s attention, and inadvertently or not, he wants more, though sometimes it backfires, like during episode 7.

Even if he was not able to hear anything, it is because Victor’s eyes are not on him that he becomes intrigued and takes off his earplugs. Yuri’s motivation is Victor’s attention, his presence and permanence by his side. Victor is his coach, yes. But he’s also someone he can trust, someone –as Yuri himself says– that meets him halfway. It seems like it’s their eyes on each other the only thing they need, and that’s what makes the new feeling undeniable. However, this feeling is just sprouting, and even though drama is not necessary to move forward or create a crisis, there’s a question that keeps popping up in my mind: what will happen when the Grand Prix is over? To quote Jane Eyre once more,

“I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you — especially when you are near to me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land, come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.”

So I ask you: can you imagine Yuri’s life without Victor now? Or Victor going back to his apartment only with Makkachin and living his life without Yuri by his side? I can only see them moving forward together. Call their relationship whatever you want, add the elements you think it needs to have: it could be an ace/aro relationship and it would be just as meaningful and complete as a sexual/romantic one. To me, these two who were brought together by chance (thanks for that viral video, Axel, Lutz, and Loop!) are destined to remain together.

So yeah, that.

P.S.-The tie thing during that preview? It’s intriguing. I can’t imagine exactly the context, but the only thing I can think of makes me laugh my ass off. Turns out that with that kiss, Victor has opened the Forbidden Seal of the Sensuous Katsudon XD

Thanks for stopping by! ^^

Originally posted by jeahtastic

(This discussion continued here.)

title: a hump in the night (1/?)

progress: wip series

pairing: 2jae (jaebum/youngjae)

rating: E (’i don’t write smut’ i said, then lily ruined me)

word count: 2414

summary: pw(slight)p; they’re both aroused and decide to help each other out (they share a room and a mattress, why not share this too)


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Not quite sleep walking

Could you write a fic about being a student at the same time as Newt and sneaking him out into the Forbidden Forest at night to meet the centaurs and see some of the magical creatures that live there? Your writing is so awesome. :D

 I’ve been super excited to write this. Thank you so much for the great request.

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Originally posted by trippy-culture

“Newt’ you whispered as you prodded his cheek, he mumbled something about going away before he cracked one eye open. “happy birthday, Newt’ keeping your voice low so as not to wake any of the other boys in the fifth year hufflepuff dormitory, you produced a stream of  multi coloured confetti from your wand, sprinkling it over your dearest friend.

He gave you a sleepy smile ‘what’s all this in aid of?’ he asked voice still gravelly from sleep, as he dusted the confetti from his mess of auburn curls. “it’s a surprise, come on, get dressed.’ You chided  him as you tossed some clothes his way, before making your way back to the peaceful common room.

Newt didn’t keep you waiting long, he was much to curious, even if he was yawning as he shuffled to you.  You pushed the circular door to the common room open, and gestured for newt to go through, he gave you a lopsided smile before stepping out into the corridor.

It wasn’t rare for you and newt to wander about the castle at night, but it was usually just across the hall to the kitchens for a study break snack, or to the library for a book that you had forgotten that you needed. You had never actually made it out of the castle before, but you were determined to make this the best start to newts birthday that you possibly could, so you had spent weeks planning everything, your rout, finding the secret passage way, behind a grumpy looking wizard with a bushy beard holding a rake. What would be the best time to go, taking into consideration which creatures were likely to be active throughout the night, how dangerous it could possibly become. You had prepared for every possible outcome, good or bad.

You stealthily made your way down several corridors before reaching a secret passage way that lead to the greenhouses. Newt grabbed your hand as you edged your way around the greenhouses before scurrying to the edge of the forbidden Forrest, your heart was thumping in your chest, from running and newt still hadn’t let your hand go.

“come on, are you ready?’ newt nodded eagerly, taking a deep breath, you stepped into the vast expanse of trees. Stepping carefully so you wouldn’t disturb any of the creatures, you came to a clearing and pulled newt to the leaf littered forest floor, you shuffled forwards on your fronts to get a better view, daring to peek through the thicket.

In the clearing, basking in the moonlight stood a group of proud centaurs. newt had his hand over his mouth, eyes sparkling. They were breath taking, as they looked to the stars, searching for answers or possibly even questions, more came and went, Centaurs of every colour and an impossible range of patterns and markings lined their amazing forms. as you and newt observed. staying impossibly silent.

Newt grasped your hand, nearly making you jump out of your skin. The centaurs had obviously sensed what newt had seen, they made their leave with a respectful nod. From the shadow of the trees on near silent hooves trotted an ethereal unicorn, it was like nothing you had ever seen, pure white, it almost glowed in the light of the crescent moon, it’s eyes doe like but full of wisdom. you squeezed newts hand, to make sure that you were actually awake.

Newt looked to you, his eyes were brighter than you had ever seen them, a face splitting grin on his handsome face. You turned back to the graceful creature, hands still clasped together, you had planned for every scenario, but you never in your wildest dreams expected this.

Have a great day and be safe