and then his hair turns into wings and he flies away

It’s You That I Hold Onto (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

✩ prompt: a lovely anon message a few posts back :) includes a jelly reader and an overprotective thunderbird

✩ word count: a fair amount idk man

✩ warnings: so sweet u could possibly get a toothache :(

It’s You That I Hold Onto

It’s a typical Saturday evening in the Goldstein residence (plus a few), Queenie and Jacob waltzing to sleepy crackling records, dappled golden mid-winter light on the wallpaper, the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. 

Everything seems perfect to Y/N as she makes her way to the living room, her brilliant crimson skirt swishing rather gracefully about her waist, her hair (for once!) cooperating falling over her shoulders smoothly.

Queenie smiles at her, elegantly breaking away from Jacob to switch which record is playing, new music erupting from the golden phonograph.

“Would ya’ care to dance?” Jacob asks, giving her a rather sloppy grin and holding out his hand.

Y/N nods gleefully, enjoying the time with one of her best friends as the stout man spins her about the room, Queenie clapping to the music.

Newt’s eyes flick to the duo dancing gleefully through the living room, his gaze caught on the pretty woman in his arms. How that skirt shows off her hips-

He looks away immediately, blushing and mentally kicking himself for being “an absolute bloody creep.”

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“Cas! Cas! Don’t do this to me, Cas.”

Dean kneels in the dirt next to Cas’s inert body, the rough fabric of the trenchcoat gripped tightly in his fists. It’s been minutes–hours?–since they came through from the other universe, since Cas… Dean doesn’t know when he started crying, but his face is wet with tears and his throat is raw from sobbing and pleading with Cas.

“Open your eyes, Cas. You cannot leave me. Not again. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Open your eyes…”

He is still whispering the words, his voice nearly gone, when Sam pulls him away.



It’s been over a week since they burned Cas’s body. Dean’s mind won’t let him sleep; he still sees the flames every time he closes his eyes. He feels the heat licking at his skin, cracking his lips. Now he sits on the cement floor of the parking garage; it’s the coolest place he can find.

“Where are you, Cas? Can you hear me anymore? Is it hot where you are? Is it cold? Where do angels go when they…”

There are tears on his cheeks again.

The barest whisper: “I miss you, Cas.”


On a hunt, a werewolf pack closing in.

“Cas! We could use your help!”

Sam jerks in surprise, barely escapes a snapping jaw.

The fight is brutal. Dean has a gash on his arm, Sam a badly bruised rib, but all the werewolves are dead. They make their way back to the Impala, Dean muttering, “Where are you, Cas?”

“Dean,” Sam says softly, “Cas is–”

Dean’s glare stops him cold.


Dark fields fly past outside Baby’s windows, and the sky above is a flood of stars. Dean is blind to all but the road and the steering wheel.

Led Zeppelin plays on the radio. Ramble On. This isn’t on the tape he made for…

“This used to be one of my favorite songs, Cas. But it’s all about goodbye, all about looking for something more. That was my life, always saying goodbye. Then we found the bunker, so we kinda had a home. And I thought–I hoped–someday I’d have you too.”

The song had ended while he was praying. The Impala’s engine and her wheels on the road are the only sounds until Dean’s gasping sobs fill the car.

He pulls over to the side of the road.

Cas.” Dean chokes on the name. “I wish you could hear me.”


It’s been 37 days since Cas…left.

Dean is off on his own again. He hunts with Sam, but between hunts he can’t seem to stay still, just like he can’t seem to close his eyes. So he drives. When he realizes where he is, he makes a sound that is almost a laugh.

Pontiac, Illinois.

He takes a few wrong turns, but eventually finds his way to the barn. It is, surprisingly, still standing. He expects to find the inside littered with beer bottles and the like, but there is nothing. Maybe all the signs and sigils scared off the local miscreants.

Memories wash over Dean in a rush.




I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

I’m an angel of the Lord.

This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

Dean falls to his knees, head bowed. Remembering. The awesome sight of Cas’s wings, filling the entire barn. The way his eyes seemed to look into Dean’s very soul. The feeling of being known, and chosen, and wanted.

He aches for Cas, so even he is surprised by the words that tumble from his lips.

“Chuck. I don’t know if you’re listening anymore. The bible says–and yeah, Cas told me to read the bible, so I did–that you’re everywhere at once, so maybe you can still hear me even off on your family vacation.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not good at this. I sound like an idiot. I’ve gotten used to praying to Cas, but he can’t hear me anymore. Lucifer, he…” Tears flow from Dean’s eyes.

“I’m broken, Chuck. I can barely stand. You need to give him back to us. We need him. And not because he’s a fighter, or because he’s an angel, or because he’s a part of our team. You need to give him back because…” Dean takes a shuddering breath. “You need to give him back to me. Because I love him. He’s not my brother, he’s…he’s everything.”

His voice is raw, thick with tears.

“I never got to tell him. Please, Chuck. Please. I don’t know what else to say. Can you hear the sound of a heart breaking?”


Chuck blinks.

“Well, what do you know. Too bad I’m not writing any more books. I love character development.”

He twirls his finger in the air, and the dust motes form a spinning vortex. Atoms join, coming together to form more and more complex molecules until, with a tiny breath from Chuck, the angel stands in front of him.

Chuck gestures. “Sorry about the tie. Dean seem to like it backwards, though.”

Cas stands bewildered, patting his coat, touching his face, ruffling his hair–deliberately avoiding the place where the blade pierced his chest.

“And the tape is still in your pocket. I know it’s important to you.”

Cas’s hand flies to the inside pocket of his trenchcoat. When his hand closes around the familiar piece of plastic he relaxes slightly.

“I don’t understand,” Cas says. “I was…gone. Again.”

Chuck points at himself. “Did you forget who I am? Or how many times I’ve done this for you?”

Cas’s thoughts still haven’t caught up to the present. “But why?”

“Character development.”

Cas tilts his head, puzzled. “I don’t–”

“Nevermind,” Chuck says, chuckling to himself. “I just need you to deliver a message to Dean Winchester, okay?”

Cas nods, eyes bright. “Alright.”

“Tell him…tell him…no, on second thought, just go. I think he’ll understand. A picture is worth a thousand words and all that.”

Cas nods again, still not understanding, but willing to go. Chuck reaches out, gently rests his hands on Cas’s shoulders.

“One more thing,” he says. “It was never a punishment, Castiel.”

Cas’s eyes widen.

“You always believe in me. I keep bringing you back because I always believe in you too.”


Boards creak. Feathers rustle.

Dean’s head jerks up.

“Dean, why are we here?”

Dean cannot speak. He pulls himself to his feet, his eyes never leaving Cas’s. He walks to Cas, and when they are standing close enough to touch Cas says, “What about personal space, Dean?”

“Are you real, Cas?” Dean breathes. “Are you really you?”

Understanding, Cas flexes his wings. Blue-black feathers flash. No demon or shapeshifter could fake that.

“Good,” says Dean. “Oh, Cas. I–”

But there are no words. He pulls Cas into a hug, holding him like he never wants to let go.

“Thank you, Chuck,” Dean whispers. “Thank you.”

Iron Crown (III)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: R

Warning: Domestic abuse

Word Count: 6,071

Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you.

Originally posted by wangmins

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February: The fall starts easy. I took baby aspirin, and a rusty spoon to my head, and smoked the stale weed my brother left in a broken vase before he left for college. Night comes fast, and tells the creation story. I ignore her this time. I don’t give a fuck about how I was made anymore tell me how I fall apart.

March: Nobody can ever find the raw spot on their leg until they start itching. I remember 6th grade when the mosquito bit my calf. Larvae and laps on the soccer field in early spring. He is oozing into my shoes with the mud.

April: My mother buried my rusty spoon, and took my brown hands. the clothesline was dripping carbonated orange soda sun, the wind was soft, the mice were sleeping warm beneath the floorboards; she spread my tarot on the floor with the forever broken and gnarled thumb she stuck in a blender when she was 5. That spring I walked home alone some nights, the heatwaves followed me like the labored breath of drunk men who don’t take no for an answer, I turned over The Devil and someone dropped a wine glass next door, she gasped, white eyes, the mice began to scrape and scream, the heatwave killed their children like it split my shoulders open and ate the youth inside.

May: The month of falling out of trees, junior high was gonna shipwreck any day now. There is a fast food place where the milkshakes taste like cough syrup and the skater kids cheat death on 3 feet of concrete stairs. There is a crack in the sidewalk in front of it, and he kick flips on it to break the back of the mother who left him at 13, he breeds violence between his fraying vans and then something in his ankle snaps, my oxygen goes tar black. He bleeds, he. Makes this sound. Like a dog when you step on its foot. I want to hold him, put a butterfly on his cheek, give him a band aid, something, God, something. He looks like he’s in pain. I want to. I don’t know. Help.

I walk away trembling and put my head between my knees behind a dumpster full of shitty milkshakes.

June: The neighbors fuck like rabbits while I’m trying to cry to joy division. I pray for a lightning strike. This type of poetry is for pretty girls, anyway.

July: my birthday flies into the glass of my bedroom window and breaks its neck. mom said the only things you can grow in summer that won’t die are grapefruit and hair, and I made a garden, I cut my chest open for Demeter each full moon. These locks were watered with gulf stream sea spray. I fed them bludgeoned daydreams. I threw my head against church doors trying to send Jesus some red flowers for his funeral, or maybe his birthday, doesn’t really matter, we celebrate both.

August: I got kicked out of high school knocking myself out on my desk. People carved hearts into the enamel, I carved my heart out of my chest and turned it in for my midterm. I slam dunked my skull into the bleachers on game day, and when the bleachers fell, into my history textbook, and when the book was mushy with blood, into the track field. I’m grinning ugly, dancing to the 80’s synth in an empty gym after homecoming, with a nosebleed dripping love songs down my yellow teeth, like words on old gravestones: here lies a moontoothed lover who will never rest in peace, every night she claws her grave and hears the call of western waves.

September: I’m high on concussion flavored car races in a stolen low rider, bluebirds fly in circles around my head after we crash, I wrote a song on a 5 dollar bill called blunt force trauma and it is about skater boys with broken noses, snarls of shaggy Jew fro his friends make fun of, and hands. that graze los angeles highways while he rides asphalt waves, slam his locker, and give the finger to the education system he keeps tripping over like untied shoelaces. he pricks those hands sewing together the lackluster parties private school kids throw. he puts his dewy rose bud lips to the jack daniels bottle, and kicks the drum kit over, gives it mouth to mouth, pump his fists into someone’s chest, gives it a pulse again. hands big enough to steal grapefruit with, the size of my swollen heart. I didn’t know it could get that big but he bumped into me, buzzing like a light saber, sky walking out of the grocery store with a grapefruit. with my heart.

October: do you have a girl do you? have a lover? Jupiter is orbiting around whatever this emotion is called, the rollercoaster one. when you look at me. We spend Halloween turning into werewolves at the library, you were moshing in the kids section, bleaching your hair in punk rock, I was banging my bruised and knuckleheaded love poems into a paperback copy of Romeo and Juliet, brushing my hair with broken glass. That was the first day the blood on our hands was not our own, she shushed us and we laughed. High on Shakespeare and Jupiter gas, we dug our fangs into the dewy decimal system. You ask me my name, I tell you, you smile. We had matching bruises and I floated home.

November: You make me. Feel. You make me feel like I can speak to snakes. You make me feel like my hips have a purpose besides balancing bins of laundry, and bowls of fruit. You make 17 stop feeling like a suicide note no one will read. you make me banshee scream and lick like fire against young pines, when you. dance. when you. kiss her, let her ride your double dutch hips, and your skateboard. She is a new coin, tangy on his numb tongue, and he tucks her in his pocket, his lucky penny. I’m the bubblegum he scrapes off his sneakers and throws into a storm drain.

December: I still cower into my pillow and smile a crooked smile, and go red at the cheeks, you. You put the red in my cheeks. I’m here, I’m exploding, why can’t you see me? Just put the bottle down, take your hand from your eyes, I won’t ask you what happened to your face, or how you got that scar, I will just like you and like you. we can buy angels wings in Hollywood, make an apartment out of crumpled homework pages at the bottoms of our dirty backpacks, we can drop out of high school, I will like you and dissect your sadness like frogs in freshman biology I am used to the rotting smell in your ribcage, I reek of it too. I will like you. until I know how to love you.

January: I switch schools, I cut my hair, bleach what little is left. It makes my mother unhappy, she thinks my spirit world is severing ties, she thinks my planets are discordant. I ask somebody back home about him, she says he dropped out and started working on cars.

I come down. Softly.

February (again, again, again): He was born to a rabbi and a beauty queen. I was born to a chemist, and a witch. Ammonia, bleach. Don’t mix them unless you want someone to die. Blood, adolescence, summer saltwater. Don’t mix them unless you want to make somebody wish they were dead.

—  2. a crush. and nothing more.

Originally posted by youngest-k


GENRE: Demon!Au

Why do I need to posses her?”

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anonymous asked:

I saw a post a while back where Graves did die but hung around as a ghost. Would be curious to hear your take on it!

There’s something wrong with MACUSA. Something out of sync, something that little bit on edge, something… wrong.

Newt walks through the vaulted halls with Tina tugging impatiently on his elbow and it brushes icy fingers down his cheek. Tangles in his hair, catching his head and making him turn to look. Slips around his ankles and pulls at his feet as though it could carry him away.

Tina looks back at him, mouth set in a hard line and eyebrow raised, and he hurries to catch up. Something winds through the fingers she’s gripped around Newt’s arm, cold and sharp and insistent and -

There’s something wrong with MACUSA, but no one’s noticed. Newt hesitates a second too long, gaze flicking that little bit too far to the left where no one’s waiting to catch his eye, shoulders twitching in an involuntary shiver when it hovers curiously around his neck. He notices. He schools his expression to hide it, but. He notices. And it notices him.

He keeps his attention locked on Tina, his hands clutching tightly at his case but not tightly enough to be suspicious, and pretends he doesn’t see it. It floods over his eyes and fills his mouth, stoppers his nose and suffocates him, but in reality there’s nothing there and Newt keeps his breathing steady. He nods in appropriate places and signs on the dotted lines so Tina can process his wand permit, stands awkwardly to one side when she tries to hide from Abernathy, allows the rush of actions and conversations flow over him, and pretends he can’t feel the air scraping against his frozen lungs as it coils in his chest and waits.

Tina presents his case to Director Graves. The man flicks him a dismissive look and Newt’s heart stutters as something seethes with rage. He hunches in on himself and remembers to breath.

Then Graves opens the case and inside are pastries, the muggle’s pastries, and Tina drags him out to find the muggle that took his case and Newt smiles winningly at her and admits that it may have been open, just a smidge, and everything happens too fast to think about MACUSA’s something wrong.

In the court room, Graves holds out his hand and Newt’s case flies into it and something rises black and ugly in his thoughts and snarls at the thief for daring to take –

“Tina,” he says carefully, leaning against the walls of the holding cell and trying not to acknowledge it. “Have you noticed something different in MACUSA recently?”

She throws him an aggravated look and thinks he’s talking about something else. It curls around his wrists and tries to pull on his hands, straightens the fingers out to bend them into shapes. Newt slides balled fists into his pocket and thinks, as loudly as he dares, that it should leave him alone because there’s nothing he can do to help. It shushes him soothingly and rests on his knuckles like a lover’s kiss.

It winds around his neck when he sits across the table from Graves, curling up into the bone of his jaw, teases out the jagged edges of his teeth. He tilts his head down to hide their sharp points and mumbles, but he’s not even sure if the others could see the change either way. Graves brings the obscurus in with a wave of his hand and there’s a moment of puzzled confusion, then memories, pictures, knowledge flying through his mind. He relives four months spent promising a child he could help and failing to deliver; they flick past in lightning seconds.

And… there is sympathy, perhaps. A faded echo of his own grief, a malevolent watchfulness as it coils around him and snarls in his mind at the witches who lead him away. It reaches for his hands again, lengthening his fingernails to claws, and sinks into the bones as though it could lift his hands up for him and strike –

Newt keeps his fists clenched until blood runs down his wrists from the claws that don’t exist. Pickett frees him and he frees Tina and they run through the halls to where Queenie has freed Jacob, and the swooping evil takes down one of the aurors chasing them but two more stumble and fall and no one notices.

No one notices.

Queenie asks him about Leta and Newt screams his thoughts about something wrong in MACUSA and Queenie tells him he needs a giver, not a taker, and no one notices. It settles in his mind and curls around his fear and cradles it, hushes it, smothers it, until Newt’s hands shake and he buries his fingers in Frank’s feathers as though clinging on for his life and begs it to stop but it won’t.

Any icy touch runs over the scars on his back and promises him retribution, promises him he doesn’t have to be afraid again, promises him no one will hurt him again, and Newt hides under Frank’s wings and tells himself like a mantra that there’s something wrong with him, even if no one has noticed.

It drips down his spine in patient indulgence and traces the arch of his hips beneath his coat, and not even Frank’s Arizonan sun is enough to keep Newt warm.

Then - the obscurus, tearing through the city; the rush of apparition, of running, of chasing and finding and helping. It simmers, watchful and suspicious while he tries to talk Credence down; it rises in a vengeful wave when Graves holds his wand on Newt and makes him writhe; it floods into the floor and the ceiling and the walls and vines grow from every surface with poison dripping from their flailing thorns –

Newt screams –

The tendrils hover over Graves, spit and call him thief and murderer, and in the corner Credence backs away and dissolves in fear and there’s something wrong with MACUSA

Newt opens his magic to it and it solidifies into existence. For a long, drawn out moment there are two Graves. The one in his sharp suit steps back in horror, the other grins through the blood running down his face, and the shadows swarm with gaping maws behind him.

When Newt wakes, he is carried in someone’s arms. His magic is a pitiful wisp at the bottom of his reserves, flickering out as soon as it regenerates, and the hands that hold him are cold like carved marble. He can see the rain hitting the pavement and the headlights of the cars driving past, but he doesn’t know where he is. He can’t see the man that carries him.

“Shh,” the man whispers to him, brushing his hair out of his face with a tendril of inky shadow. It leaves a tacky smear, something cloying and sweet, and when Newt gasps for air nothing rattles through his hollow chest. He’s cold. The world fades in and out and his magic is draining into the dead man that carries him, there’s rain hitting the pavement but Newt feels nothing against his skin, the muggles drive past in their cars and hurry past in their coats and Graves - the real Graves - carries Newt through the crowds with darkness swirling around his feet.

There’s something wrong in New York city, and it cradles Newt against its chest like a precious thing and coaxes him back to sleep.

No one notices.

The Future Looks Good: Prologue

In the end, there is no other choice. Aelin sacrifices herself for Erilea. But when it seems that all is lost and she will never draw breath again, something miraculous happens. A few months later, Aelin and her court discover the unexpected consequences from that miracle. Apparently, not everyone stays dead forever.

Word Count: 2042

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An intense, skin peeling, hair singeing, earth melting burn.

That’s the only sensation Aelin knows. The only one she’s known for a while now. For all of the five months she’s been in Maeve’s grasp.

The burn of her iron box, iron chains, and iron mask. The burn of whip across her back, her shoulders, and her legs. The burn of her fire, restlessly waiting and building under her skin.

A sudden BOOM and the shaking of the earth beneath her reminds Aelin of where she is. In her box, next to the battlefield. So close to Rowan, to her mate. Her husband. She can feel the bond between them, more alive than it’s ever been. She knows he’s fighting to get to her. She almost cries out with the joy of it, with the joy of knowing she’s within his reach. But she can’t get distracted. She has a job to do.

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Ascension (I)

Author: kpopfanfictrash 

 Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: R (violence)

Word Count: 4,786

Summary:  The weight of humanity rests on Y/N’s shoulders. In Ascension, enemies must come together, lines must be drawn and the question of good and evil itself must be raised. As Y/N’s power strengthens and more players reveal themselves, the only thing obvious is that nothing in this world is black and white. (Book 2, sequel to Guardian)

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Carry On spells

Because I made this post I now have a list of pretty much all the spells used in Carry On, so I thought I’d post them here in case they are useful to anyone!! (They’re in alphabetical with chapter numbers after)

  • A little bird told me! (Ch.19)
  • A place for everything, and everything in it’s place! (Ch.35)
  • An Englishman’s word is his bond! (Ch.42)
  • And we all fall down! (Ch.80)
  • April Showers! (Ch.40)
  • As you were! (Ch.44)
  • As you were! (Ch.73)
  • As you were! (Ch.17)
  • Back Off! (Ch.76)
  • Back to start! (Ch.73)
  • Be our guest! (Ch.50)
  • Bend over backwards! (Ch.81)
  • Candle in the wind! (Ch.3)
  • Carry on, carry on! (Ch.82)
  • Cat got your tongue! (Ch.34)
  • Clean as a whistle! (Ch.52+53)
  • Clear the air! (Ch.23)
  • Come out, come out, wherever you are! (Ch.14+80)
  • Dead in the air! (Ch.19)
  • Don’t worry, be happy! (Ch.81)
  • Early to bed and early to rise! (Ch.29)
  • Easy come, easy go. Little high, little low! (Ch.82)
  • Fine-tooth comb ___ ! (Ch.46+55)
  • Float like a butterfly! (Ch.48)
  • Get well soon! (Ch.29)
  • Hair of the dog! (Ch.20)
  • Have a break, have a Kit-Kat! (Ch.76)
  • Head over heels! (Ch.81)
  • Hear ye, hear ye! (Ch. 44)
  • Hell hath no fury! (Ch.80)
  • Helter skelter! (Ch.81)
  • Hit the floor! (Ch.81)
  • Hold fast! (Ch.7)
  • Hurry up! (Ch.1)
  • Hush little baby! (Ch.81)
  • Into thin air! (Ch.3)
  • It’s show time! (Ch.17)
  • Ix-nay on the atford-way! (Ch.37) *
  • Keep it together! (Ch.7)
  • Let me, let me, let me! (Ch. 80)
  • Let there be light! (Ch.80)
  • Make a wish! (Ch.61)
  • Make way! (Ch.60)
  • Make way for the King! (Ch.60)
  • Nonsense! (Ch.73)
  • Olly olly oxen free! (Ch.14)
  • On love’s light wings! (Ch.83)
  • Open Sesame! (Ch.29)
  • Out, out, damned spot! (Ch.3)
  • Paper beats rock! (Ch.76)
  • Please! (Ch.80)
  • Please, please, please! Let me, let me, let me! (Ch.80)
  • Resistance is futile! (Ch.81)
  • Run for your life! (Ch.80)
  • Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you! (Ch.17)
  • See what I mean! (Ch.23)
  • Shut up! (Ch.60)
  • Simon says! (Ch.83)
  • Some like it hot! (Ch.5)
  • Stand your ground! (Ch.31)
  • Stay cool! (Ch.7)
  • Stay put! (Ch.2)
  • Steady on! (Ch.7)
  • Suck it up! (Ch.7)
  • Take it away! (Ch.3)
  • The lady’s not for turning! (Ch.20)
  • The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth! (Ch.26)
  • There’s nothing to see here! (Ch.44+76+epilogue)
  • These aren’t the droids you’re looking for! (epilogue)
  • Time flies! (Ch.68)
  • Twinkle, twinkle little star! Up above the world so high! (Ch. 48)
  • Tyger, tyger, burning bright! (Ch.44)
  • U can’t touch this! (Ch.44)
  • Up, up, and away! (Ch.42+80)
  • You’re getting warmer! (Ch.62) 


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The Swan Princess

The angel was clear, the little cygnet needed to be protected, he was to be her hero, and at the young age of five, Killian Jones is all too willing to take on that task. Little does he know, the cygnet is more than what she appears. 

Rated T: Language and some violence.

Words: 8425

Warnings: Briefly shows Killian & Milah but nothing detailed.

Based off of this fanart I came across​. Fair warning, this moves along pretty fast and probably makes zero sense. Also, it’s unedited. I was just having a bit of fun. Hope you enjoy! :D

Killian is five years old when he encounters the woman in the woods. Her hair is black, her skin is almost white as snow, and she’s clutching a little cygnet to her chest. He’s scared but her smile is kind and when he asks if she’s an angel, her laugh reminds him of the bells that ring from the castle.

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This gency week is so exciting and I can’t wait to see what everyone else did for the event! Here ya go dolls~

Gency Week 2.0: Day 1 — Couple. Fluff. Angst. Soulmate AU.

Her mother had it on her right cheek bone. She was proud, excited, that her love would touch her face at the first thought of love towards her. Pappa stroked her cheek before brushing back a strand of hair, and gasped quietly when the black burst into blue, white and yellow.

Her father was lucky to have his concealed on the inside of his arm. A handprint, light and framed, waiting for her touch. They were kissing when she held onto him, and the dark velvet spot rearranged to pink, orange and purple upon his skin.

Soulmate marks. Depthless, almost like a black hole. Mysterious, and irremovable. Everyone has one, formed on one’s skin sometime before adulthood. The moment the person destined to one’s heart touches one’s skin, with the thought of love, the black mark turns into bright, vibrant colors.

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So, I totally dreamt about Destiel going canon last night.

I think in part because what Kathryn said at the con, which people are still trying to figure out what she could mean that wouldn’t involve Destiel, but are coming up with nothing. Then again, what the show seems to thinks would make majority of people happy (while make some others unhappy), as opposed to what would make majority of fandom happy (while making a few unhappy) has a while margin of error as far as not matching up.

Which I know, but my brain apparently wasn’t having that.

So in the dream, I am watching Supernatural, and didn’t realize I was dreaming until the end when I woke up because “This is too good to be true”.

Backstory on the things that I knew had happened leading up to this scene: Mary and Mick both left the BMOL, Mick now working with the Winchesters and basically using everything he knows to help improve the American MOL with the Winchesters.

Due to their inability and desperation to find Kelly (now that they know Lucifer is free and in a stable vessel- thanks, Crowley), the Winchesters basically trap and capture a demon, then torture it to talk, since they know for a fact, demons would also be scrambling for Lucifer’s baby, while not falling under Lucifer’s control again, because literally, first opportunity, he was Camp God again last season, so the demons are wanting a new ruler, to be raised by one of the Princes of Hell.

Kelly, of course, trusts the demons at this point, because they are the only ones going out of their way to protect her and her unborn child, and even dying for her, while angels and hunters are out to get her. Under torture, the demon finally admits that the demons have Kelly at a lake beach house and are planning to kill her as soon as her son is born for part of a ritual to ensure the child’s soul is tainted and dark from birth, since parentage actually has nothing to do with whether or not a Nephilim would be evil.

So, Dean, Sam, Mary, Mick, and Cas all set out on a rescue mission at this point, because Kelly is getting very close to giving birth- like within 24hrs. They set out on a night mission to take the demons by surprise, since they won’t be expecting them. In the demons paranoia, though, they specifically chose the beach property for the fact that they only have to guard three directions, and the body of water wide open to a wall of windows protects itself, where as the other three sides are surrounded by woods.

So you have the Winchesters creeping forward through the trees and brush, silently taking out any demons sentries they see, while Mick and Castiel are coming forward on the other side of the house doing the same.

When they manage to make it from the trees to the sand of the yard without incident, save for Mick and Cas still aren’t there,  they’re actually optimistic they can do this. Kelly is safe so long as the baby lives within her, and they had to have taken out probably half the demons not standing guard near the steps or on the porch, which can be easily seen in the light of the full moon and clear sky. After all of this getting so screwed up to this point, trying to hunt a victim and an innocent baby, Lucifer going free and currently planning to launch some sort of major assault, they’re glad they have the opportunity to maybe fix some of it, right here, right now, undo their past mistakes and also not give Lucifer what he wants.

Except, as they step out into the sandy yard, the demons near the house all smile, and then start to retreat in the house, closing window shutters and basically barricading the place while more demons come from the lake view side of the house and from out of the trees they’d just come through, and the Winchesters realize this entire thing was a trap set for them.

Intense and desperate fight scene in the yard with just three of the five team members all fighting hard and dirty because of how very outnumbered and caught by surprise they are. To which they win, but only just, Sam pulling himself up off the sand, wiping blood from his face and cradling bruised if not cracked ribs, while Mary and Dean both finish off their last opponents. Dean moving to check on his brother, while Mary finishes hers off, all of them trying to catch their breath as the final body hits the ground, until more people come running through the trees. Their eyes all go wide, and Mary turns at the sound, angel blade in hand, ready for a second wave of demons, plunging her sword forward- straight into Castiel, whose eyes go wide in stunned pain, hair a mess, and sporting various cuts and scrapes from his and Mick’s own fight with the demons, when they realized it was a trap as well.

Mary’s hand flies free of the blade handle, backing away just as a frantic Dean shoots forward, “No, no, no! Cas!” “Oh God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see-” Dean grabbing Cas by the lapels of his coat and helping ease him down to sit against a wood pile. Cas pulls a bloody hand away from the sword protruding from his body, panicked expression turning to Dean as he struggles to breath, both of them knowing full well as soon as the sword is pulled out, Cas will instantly die, though he’s dead already.

Mick wipes a hand over his mouth in horror, and Mary is still apologizing, and Dean holds out a hand, cutting her off.

“We still have to save Kelly. You three get in there. I’ll follow. I just-” He looks down at the sword, then looks to Castiel, as Mick gathers Mary and the three of them dash toward the house as the clock ticks down. They can hear Kelly crying out with labor pains from inside. When Dean looks at Cas, a question in his eyes, hand hovering near the sword, Cas frantically nods his agreement, hands curling in Dean’s coat as he braces himself.

Dean swallows and nods, pained and torn, but knowing nothing is going to change what’s happening, and there is no last minute miracle to be had here.

Their heads are bent close together, and he whispers, “Okay, on three. One, two-”

And Cas tenses, a sudden panicked moment of ‘Oh God, don’t blame yourself for this, it wasn’t your fault-’ as he blindly jerks his head up, screwing his eyes shut and pressing him mouth to Dean’s ‘-I love you’, only barely catching the corner of his mouth, just as Dean yanks the sword out in a blinding flash of light, 

Then the light fades, and we see both Dean and Cas still holding onto each other with their heads down and eyes clamped shut, which suddenly pop open, Dean’s in pain, knowing what he’ll see, and Cas in shock and confusion he’s still alive, both of them staring wide-eyed at each other not sure what just happened or how, and literally both of them looking back and forth for a half-second where Cas’ wings should be across the sand, then back at each other, still not understanding.

“You okay?” Dean asks, voice shaky and unnerved.

Cas looks just as shaken. “I-I think?” he manages, startled silent as Dean quickly presses his mouth fully to Castiel’s.

Pulling back, Dean lowers his head on a shaky, heaved sigh. “Thank you, Chuck.” Then he’s handing Cas his weapon, and taking the one he just pulled out of him, still stained in Cas’ blood, before pulling him to his feet. “C’mon. We still have to go save Kelly and her baby.”

And then the two of them dart forward across the sandy yard and toward the house where the first sounds of a fight have begun, and Cas keeps to himself the fact that while he’s physically fine, he knows something is different about him, though he doesn’t have time to confirm, but he thinks- he thinks- he may be human now, with a silent understanding from Chuck of This is the last time I’ll do this.

…And then I woke up.

Can I please write for the show now??????

The Glass Slipper

Jughead x Reader

Request: My passion is dancing and I was wondering if there was any possibility of a fic where Jug sees reader dance (as in dance class or something, and I don’t mean ballet, maybe contemporary or modern dancing) for the first time and falls in love with her all over again, like maybe realizes his feelings.

Warnings: like one swear word

Word Count: 1,238

A/N: This is my first non song-based fic, so I hope it’s okay! I also wrote it in one go without editing too much, so that’s why it might be a bit shorter than some of my others.

Your life had revolved around mirrors and wooden floors and worn out dance shoes. You were always busy trying to perfect the next move for contemporary, stretching and watching yourself meticulously. You were your own worst critic, your body always sore.

It was another day of practice, stretching on the floor before working on the dance you were planning on performing for the school variety show. It had to be perfect, as this was the first time you would ever be dancing in front of people from school. It was the first time you would be dancing in front of him.

Jughead Jones.

The boy you had had a crush on since the beginning of high school, the boy that you had somehow befriended and still managed to keep your feelings a secret. You guys were close, sure, but nowhere near as close as him and Betty or even him and Archie. There were some sly glances in the hallway and occasional brush of the shoulder, some inside jokes, but you didn’t know if any of that was considered flirting. Your body did a better job of communicating than your voice ever could.

Early on, you decided the dance would be for Jug, dedicated to him even, but you weren’t going to tell anyone. You were hoping your body could do the talking for you.

You began putting on your shoes in the dance studio at school. It wasn’t much, tucked away in the far corner of the building, mainly for the cheer team and dance team to use, but it was better than nothing. You were here everyday after school, sometimes as late as midnight trying to get something right, and today was no different.

Except you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching.

You continue as normal, though, going over the whole routine about 10 times, each time making mental notes of the things you needed to fix when you did it again.

Finishing your last move you hear a faint clap coming from outside the door. You turn to see none other than the guy you were practicing for.

Your face heats up and you turn off the music, embarrassed that of all people, it had to be him. You can’t help but smile, though, giving a slight curtsey as he nods his head and turns to walk away.

Only then do you begin to panic. How long had he been watching? Did he hear the music? Could he tell you were dancing for him?

It’s hard to read him, what he’s thinking. His hands in his jacket pockets, his beanie placed perfectly on top of his head. He seemed to be the only one in existence to make a beanie look perfect and natural. His hair flowed in perfect curls just peaking out from underneath. His lips turn upward in a small smirk as he kicks one of his feet back and forth. It was little things like this that you noticed all the time.

You take a deep breath. He didn’t seem too interested because he walked away, so you start the music from the beginning and do the routine again, then quickly stashing everything away and going home for the night.

“I was so embarrassed, Ronnie, I bet I looked like a tomato.” you say to Veronica before the variety show about a week later. No matter how hard you had tried, you couldn’t get the moment our of your mind. You haven’t practiced in that room since, nervous that he would be there again. You couldn’t risk it, so you practiced at home in the basement.

“I doubt it, and besides, it’s obvious he’s in love with you.” She states, picking up a piece of your hair to put back for the dance routine.

“No, no way.” you deny, shaking your head, causing Veronica to moan in frustration, “sorry.”

“Just watch, after he sees you tonight, he won’t be able to contain himself. He’s going to ask you out.” she states matter of factly, a smug smile on her face, like she knows something you don’t.

You look around to put your shoes on and you realize that one is missing. It’s not in your dance bag, and it’s not in your purse either.
“What are you looking for?” Ronnie finally asks.

“My dance shoes, I’m missing one, I can’t go on without it.” you start to panic.

“Calm down, I’m sure it’s here somewhere.” Ronnie comforts, beginning to pick up things and look for it as well.

The crowd cheers, only one more performance before yours.

“(Y/N), I think you might have to perform barefoot.” she says, sighing as she realizes that there’s no other shoe there.

You take a deep breath. Maybe this was a sign, that you shouldn’t do this. Then, your resolve hardens.

“The show must go on. I do it with one shoe. It will add to the piece.” you say, convincing yourself more than Ronnie.

The crowd cheers once more. It was for Archie singing on the guitar and unsurprisingly, his song went off without a hitch, just like you all knew it would.

The lights dim on the stage, your cue to enter.

You walk to the center of the stage and strike your beginning pose. The lights come up, the music turns on. You feel the floor beneath your feet and your head in the clouds, and you knew that this was the right choice. This was how this was meant to be performed. Your eyes search the crowd for the familiar beanie, and it only takes about 30 seconds to see him, standing in the center of the crowd, his eyes fixed on you. You let the music flow through you, your body and mind moving as one on the stage. Time flies as the three minute song seems to go by in the blink of an eye, and you’re hitting the ending pose before you know it.

The loudest cheer was his, you could hear it above everyone else’s.

You exit the stage to your friends in the wings, smiling from ear to ear.

“You killed it out there!” Betty said, her smile almost as big as yours.

“You were beautiful.” a voice says.

You all turn to see Jug standing there, awestruck.

“Thanks, Jug.” you say, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Oh, and I think you forgot something.” Jug says, pulling out your other shoe from his bag, “you forgot it last week. I went back every day to try and give it back, but you weren’t there.” he admits, giving you a shy smile.

“I also went back every day to see if you would want to go out on a date?” he asks, hope in his voice.

“Doesn’t the story say that you have to make sure the shoe fits first?” you tease, a small laugh escaping.

Jug doesn’t say a word. He just kneels and slips it over your worn out feet.

“Perfect fit.” he says, standing and looking in your eyes, glancing down towards your lips, leaning closer and closer still.

“Fucking kiss her already.” Ronnie says, growing impatient.

You close the gap, bringing your lips to his. He cups the back of your neck with his firm hands, your body’s pulling closer as if by some force unknown to both of you. 

This was the beginning to your happily ever after. 

Tags: @always-chocolate 

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2,315 (Totally meant for this to be a drabble…)

Warnings: FLOOF

Summary: You’ve been raised in isolation your whole life. You know nothing of the outside world and the people that inhabit it. Bucky tags along with the Avengers for a mission that was supposed to be simple and it did not include you. Will you let the darkness of isolation push him away? A/N: I was rewatching Jurassic World the other day and this came into my mind.

Originally posted by suzyhazelwood

Isolation and darkness go hand in hand. They both bring out the worst in every person but only one can drive someone completely and utterly mad.

You were born in darkness and raised in isolation. Artificial light was your friend and the only real light in your life, both figuratively and literally. A nurse constantly took care of you and you grew to regard her as your mother, even when you had a feeling that she really wasn’t.

The cell was your home and you were given some luxuries that you imagined would be present in an actual house. There was a bathroom attached through a door to the right of the door with a shower and a vanity.

Besides the bathroom, there wasn’t much. There weren’t any windows that showed you the outside world. But it didn’t stop you from dreaming about it. You imagined that there were many colors out there, in vivid arrangements that wowed the senses.

You lost yourself in the feelings of books and the world they created. You hoped that even from those fantasy worlds, there would be some truth in the real world. You didn’t imagine a bad world, but one that was positive and beautiful in every way.

How wrong you were.


Steve Rogers was a good man and a needed leader for the Avengers. But he could be a bit annoying. Bucky found his insistence into his personal life tedious and exhausting. All he wanted was one day without Steve trying to poke into his mind.

He was getting better, thanks to T'Challa and whatever had done for him in Wakanda. He found himself in unpayable debt to him. But his mind was something else. Nightmares plagued him regularly but he found himself surrounded by things and people that would help him. In a nutshell, he was okay and he would continue to be okay.

Tony hadn’t trusted him immediately and he did understand why. Not only had he killed his parents, but he was an assassin that was highly dangerous with a high kill count. Bucky didn’t completely trust himself either but after time and many opportunities for Tony to trust him, he had warmed up to him, sort of. Tony still wouldn’t forgive him but Bucky knew that this was better than nothing.

With a tip from a scouting mission, the Avengers were led to an abandoned warehouse, a suspected abandoned warehouse. That suspect was shattered when Sam told them about heat signatures that were lighting up the building and he was getting an odd reading from the basement.

Bucky heads down there by himself and carefully maneuvers his way through the halls, taking out guards as they cross his path. He gets to the end of the hall and sees that there is a keypad. His alarms start to go off because they did not account for this.

“What do you see Barnes?” Tony asks through the coms.

“There’s a keypad that must lead to the source of the odd reading that Sam was talking about.”

He hears a whirring behind him and on instinct, he turns and aims his gun at the source of the sound. He does relax when he sees that it was Tony’s suit that was making the noise.

“Relax, Frosty. Let’s see about that keypad.”

Bucky moves away from the pad and watched as Tony places some sort of device on the keys and it brings up the code. Tony punches it in.

“Please be a secret door. Please be a secret door. Yay!”

The door opens and reveals an elevator. Tony turns to Bucky.

“Age before beauty.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and steps into the elevator with Tony with his suit back on. Bucky presses the other button that doesn’t represent the floor they are currently on. It descends, making a small humming noise that rings throughout the compartment.

The doors open and both men are immediately on alert. With a raised gun and raised blasters, they start down the hall and carefully examine the place where they have found themselves. Bucky stops at the only door that’s not opened.

There’s no name on the door or of any indication that someone is in there. He takes a risk and lightly taps on the door. He hears a muffled curse from Tony at the sudden noise but they are both surprised at the smallest of noises.


“I think someone’s in there.” Bucky states over the coms.


You’re surprised by the smallest of taps on your door. You furrow your brow for a moment. The guards or your nurse doesn’t usually tap on the door in greeting.

“Hello?” You ask.

You hear a muffled sound coming from behind the door and as it continues and increases in volume, you start to get anxious. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest and your breath starts to come out in quick and harsh pants.

The voices suddenly stop from behind the door and you assume that they’ve left. But you’re proven wrong when the door comes flying in with sparks coning off the hinges.

You scream and huddle away into the corner, trying to isolate yourself away room them. You curl up in a ball and try to make yourself as small as possible. It doesn’t work as people start to file into the room that you call your home and you feel a sudden sense of anxiety at their presence.

You don’t know who these people are or what they want. All you known is that they’re all in a varying array of colors and it makes your senses dance across your mind as you try to process all the things that are coming into your tiny bubble.

They all look at you now and you find yourself trying to disappear into your small shape that you try to create. A red haired woman cautiously approaches you and she speaks something in a language you don’t understand to everyone else. They all file out of the room but the woman stays.

She slowly kneels down in front of you at a respectable distance and looks at you. You look at her in return, studying her.

“Hello.” She speaks.

“Hello.” You return at her.

“What’s your name?”

That is when you furrow your brow at her, confused by her words. You don’t know what she’s saying from the odd language she speaks. All you know of her language is hello.

“Как вас зовут?” (What’s your name?)

That you understand.

“Они назвали меня ангелом. Но я не знаю своего имени.” (They called me an angel. But I do not know my name.)

“Ангел, меня зовут Наташа. Я пришел забрать тебя отсюда.” (Angel, my name is Natasha. I came to take you from here.)

You nod at her and she extends her hand to you. You slowly take it and her hands are a bit bigger than your own but they both have the same purpose. She helps you up from the corner and she gasps at what she sees.

“У вас есть … крылья.” (Do you have…wings?)

You unfurl your wings from behind your back and they don’t seem to glow under the artificial light. They expand the room and the feathers reach one end of the room to the other.

But she smiles at you, unafraid of what she sees. You’re surprised at her reaction and slowly make them rest against your back once more. You follow her out but stop in the hallway once you see everyone else in the hall looking at you.

Natasha notices the way your body language changes and shields you away from them.

Whatever she tells them, they go to the door that slides out and you’re left surprised at when they disappear from sight. You look at Natasha and she gently leads you on.


You almost have a panic attack when the odd device starts to move in the air but Natasha isn’t the one to console you. There’s someone else who speaks Russian and you find him incredibly attractive.

He gently soothes you and with your permission, he holds you close until you find yourself drifting off to sleep. When you awake, the man still holds you and the machine still flies through the air.

“Вы знаете английский?” (Do you know English?)

You shake your head at him but then nod.

“Hello.” You speak the only word you know.

“Hello. Это единственное слово, которое вы знаете?” (Is this the only word you know?)

You nod at him and you feel him gently touch your feathers. You jump and he lets you go. You scurry off his lap and go into the seat next to him. You’re not very happy when people touch your feathers because you find yourself being very sensitive with your feathers.

“Прости. Я не хотел тебя беспокоить.” (Sorry. I did not mean to disturb you.)

You look at him and very slowly, you unfurl the wing closest to him so he could touch them.

“Пожалуйста, будьте нежны.” (Please, be gentle.)

He nods at you and slowly reached out with his flesh hand to touch your feathers. He uses a very gentle touch and he never strays too long or touches too hard. You appreciate the way he’s touching you with such softness as if he knows just how fragile you are.

You stay by his side and he soothes you again when the aircraft starts to descend. He leads you out into the tower and you take a while to look at the building.

But the most astonishing thing is the light that comes into your vision. You blink a few times to adjust and you feel the slight prick of something pressing against your head. You close you eyes and hold your head.

Bucky takes you to an open room with a serious of tables and machines. He shows you to a man, whose name is Bruce. He says that Bruce is a doctor and he wants to make sure you’re alright.

You jump at every sound that comes from the machine but Bucky just tells you that the beeps measure your blood pressure and your temperature. You still don’t feel very reassured but you stay still as Bruce takes tests of you.

He’s very careful with your wings as he examines them. He takes very good care of them for you and he gently plucks the ingrown ones when he spots them. You wince when he takes them out but you know that it is for the better.

Satisfied with your health, Bruce sends you off when Bucky and he takes you upstairs from another elevator. He brings you onto an empty floor and you look at the empty room. But you gasp at the view of the city beneath you as you see the colors that pop behind your eyes.

“Это твой, Ангел. Вы можете делать все, что хотите.” (It’s yours, Angel. You can do whatever you want.)

You look at him and hug him. You’re so overcome with different emotions that you don’t know what to do. He does wrap his arms around you. You feel your heart beat a little faster.


A few months pass and you make progress on the front of language. Both Bucky and Natasha help you to learn English and ease you into it. You still don’t like to be around the team all that much but you see that they respect your need for personal space.

You decorate your room with colors with pictures and art. Bucky introduced you into movies and television shows. You weren’t very fond of it at first but once you found a good movie, you started to warm up to the subject.

You don’t venture out of your rook very often as it has everything you want and you and Bucky spend a lot of time in it. He comes over often and you find yourself confused by the way your heart starts to beat a little quicker whenever he’s around.

“Bucky? Why does…my heart do this?” You ask him.

“Why does your heart do what?”

“It…beats fast.”

He sits down beside you on the couch and your heart patters against your chest. You gently move his hand over your chest so he can feel it.

“I don’t understand.” You speak quietly.

You look at the way his eyes light up just slightly as he feels your heartbeat. Your wings lie behind you on the couch as they slightly twitch as he touches you.

“I think you’re in…love.”

“Love? Love is an odd word. What is it?”

“It makes your head spin and your heart beat faster. Do you feel it?”

“Yes. Am I in…love?”

“I suppose so. But only you know.”

You look up at him as he retracts his hand. Bucky’s blue eyes seem to glow under the softest light of the fire that lights up in the mantle. He looks absolutely beautiful and you can’t help but look at his lips.

You’ve never seen a more attractive man before in your life. You’ve never paid much attention to the guards but you’re glad you hadn’t. You’re sure that this love you’re feeling is for Bucky and Bucky alone.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“I know you are.”

“How?” You ask.

“I’ve been trained to notice these things.”

“Do you…” You trail off, afraid of the answer he can give you.

He looks at you and your heart flutters in your chest. His metal hand slowly goes to rest on your cheek and his thumb caresses the skin. You lean into it and sigh a bit.

“Of course I do. I loved you the moment I saw you. Ты мой ангел.” (You’re my angel.)

You smile at him and feel the tears slide down your cheeks. You’re happy with his words and you’ve never felt more alive. You sit up on your knees and gently kiss him, wrapping your wings around the both of you, creating a safe cocoon.

There will be no more isolation for you now because Bucky has broken down every single wall he can and chased out the darkness that you had been shrouded in. You’re his angel and there’s not a more perfect sound.

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bloodshednesta  asked:

15 - nsfw and nessian pls probably in public 👀👀👀

If it’s anything these two adore, it’s loving each other…and of course challenging the other to see who can last the longest in concern to touching each other without being caught.

Touching Headcanon (PUBLIC VERSION):

- Nesta is not one that shows much affection in public.

- But she does love a challenge.

- Cassian and Nesta make it a game of how far they can push each other in public without anyone noticing.

- The Commander takes charge first by wrapping an arm around Nesta and subtly stroking the side of her breasts.

- Nesta returns the favor later on when she claims that the his leather straps holding his blades are loose…

- This leads to Nesta getting on her knees and adjusting the straps on Cassian’s waist and thighs.

- She makes sure to rub him through his pants and she can tell that his pants are now tightening for another reason other than her cinching the leather bands.

- Nesta looks up at Cassian with a sultry smirk. “Does that feel better Cassian?”

- Cassian’s eyes are burning as watches Nesta run a finger up his thigh before it grazes his hardened member and settle on his belt.

- It’s at this point Cassian jerks his head to a private alcove away from any prying eyes.

- Nesta doesn’t even hide her smile as Cassian gently helps her up and leads her to spot where he can thoroughly show her how much she has affected him.

- As if she didn’t already see it through his pants anyway.

- When they round the corner Cassian immediately has her against the wall.

“Cassian!” Nesta whispers fiercely. “Someone can just walk by-”

“I would be more concerned that they are going to hear you sweetheart,” Cassian chuckles before letting lose his restraint.

- His hands explore every inch of Nesta. His lips quickly follow until reaching Nesta’s neck where he kisses, bites, sucks and licks her.

- Nesta’s hands quickly become occupied when one slips between the band of Cassian’s pants and begins to stroke him while the other reaches for his wings.

- W I N G   S I N

- She runs her palms down the large expanse of his wing and pays special attention to the joints that will bring Cassian closer to release.

- Cassian’s cock twitches and he can’t help but to grind against Nesta to let off a bit of steam as he continues to tease her with his own fingers and mouth.

- But before she can send him into a blissful orgasm, Cassian’s hands quickly snatches hers away.

“Ladies first,” Cassian growls against her neck.

- And this time it’s Cassian sinking to his knees.

- The Commander has no mercy for the Emissary. He lifts Nesta’s dress up and pulls down her lacy underwear before his tongue is quick to find a rhythm that he knows will send his mate over the edge at a blinding speed.

- Nesta’s fingers tangle in Cassian’s long hair. Tugging- urging him to go faster.

- Cassian obliges with an eager smile. 

- And soon Nesta is biting her lip to contain a moan as sexual release barrels through her body and leaves her in a trembling mess against the wall. 

- Cassian is there to support her with his body. His arms pull her into his chest as she clutches to his straining biceps.

- When Nesta settles she looks up at Cassian and knows they aren’t through yet.

“Let’s get out of here,” Nesta whispers against Cassian’s cheek before giving him a playful nip on his earlobe. “Because now it’s my turn to have my way with you…and I plan on making sure you’re not quiet when I’m through with you.”

- Cassian barked out a laugh that he is sure the others have heard from the main room. But he doesn’t care. Not when Nesta has that promising look in her eye and-

- Cauldron boil him, but she’s already stroking him again through his pants.

- He quickly flies them home where they won’t have to restrain themselves any longer.

- Yet it wouldn’t be a surprise if half of Velaris heard them that evening as Cassian and Nesta both couldn’t hold back their noises of pleasure.

Sick Day (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: Reader is a dancer who is part of the ensemble for Hamilton. They are friends with the some of the main cast and has managed to catch the eye of the musical’s creator. But one day Reader gets sick and insists they’re okay and won’t go home, so Lin takes care of them.

Words: 2700+

Warnings: Protective Mom Lin and Fluff. 

(Do people get triggered by stomach sickness? Is that a thing now?)



“Rehearsal starts in five minutes!” The stage manager announced to the ensemble members that were sitting in the audience. You were amongst these performers. It has been four months since you were accepted as a part of the broadway show Hamilton. You, being an American history nerd, were head over heels for the idea of a hip-hop musical about a founding father. You weren’t an actor so your dream of being in the musical was altered. You had always been a dancer since you were a child, always being part of your school dance club and taking lessons after school and on weekends. Your parents and siblings were always amazed how you could maintain high grades and still be able to go to dance class every day. You would always be picked for the ensemble for school plays and win first or second place in the talent shows. These achievements looked very well on your resume when you auditioned for Hamilton, receiving the news that you were chosen the next day.

You were in the middle of pre-rehearsal stretching when you felt someone drift past behind you. You just shrugged it off as another performer moving into their position and continued to stretch. After you finished, you walked off the stage when you noticed ensemble members beginning to go through the dance numbers. You only performed in My ShotThe Schuyler SistersHelpless, What’d I Miss?, The Room Where It Happens, and The World Was Wide Enough. Since you weren’t needed for the first couple songs, you stood in the wings and watched, snapping your fingers and softly swaying your hips to the music. You didn’t notice the cast members watching you from behind, amazement and intrigue on their faces.

The person with the most intrigue in his eyes was the musical’s creator himself, Lin-Manuel Miranda. You had been part of the cast for four months and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He sat in on your audition and knew immediately that he wanted you in his show, even if you’re just an ensemble member. You had a bubbly personality and was very outgoing with other cast members. Lin was amazed how fast you and Phillipa became friends. Phillipa was who introduced you to Anthony, Jonathan, Renee, Jasmine, Daveed, Chris, and Oak. You recognized Lin when you were introduced to the main cast and immediately thanked him for letting you be in Hamilton, saying how this was your Broadway debut and couldn’t ask for anything more. Lin was surprised how thankful you were for a mere ensemble position and he instantly respected you not just as a performer, but as a fellow cast member. Daveed and Jonathan teased you about your heartfelt ‘thank you’ to Lin and you felt so embarrassed, but Lin assured you it was okay. You and Lin slowly became friends in the following months, Lin being ‘victim’ to your sass and stupid puns, but also seeing your true sarcastic and laid back side outside of the theater. Lin found you very interesting and enjoyed being around you a lot. 

But, for the past few days, Lin would watch you intently during rehearsals. He couldn’t help but let his eyes trace every curve of your body. He noticed how your hair was always pulled back into a ponytail or a messy bun during rehearsals and how you always let your hair down afterward. You wore the same kind of clothes every time; a loose shirt or a form-fitting tank top, gym shorts or leggings, and sneakers. You never complained about muscle pains or discomfort but you always had an uncomfortable look on your face when you pulled a muscle or your bones cracked and popped, before taking it easy for the rest of rehearsal. Lin couldn’t help but be impressed by how determined you were with your performances and how you were never late and never missed a rehearsal or a show. Sometimes, Lin would sneak away from his rehearsal to come watch you and the ensemble dance. But he mainly watched you. How you perfected every step, every turn, every spin. He could watch you forever. You were one of the things he looked forward to seeing the next day.

Lin snapped out of his daydreaming by Anthony snapping his fingers in front of his face. Lin blinked a few times and turned to the main cast, who were snickering and smirking at the genius. Lin was positive there was a bright blush on his face and he nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. Anthony and Daveed shared a smirk as the cast walked their separate ways, off to finish the quests they were given before the lunch break. 


The Next Day ~

You didn’t know what it was that was upsetting your stomach so much. Was it the pizza you shared with Phillipa, Renee, and Jasmine last night? Were your coffee grounds expired? Maybe it was time for you to change your diet? You just knew that your stomach as a mess and you couldn’t keep anything down for long until it came back up. You had a blazing fever as well, but you weren’t going to stay home. No way. You’ve had worse when you were younger. Hell, you were practicing dancing when you had the chicken pox! Nothing was stopping (Y/N) (L/N) from performing at the show tonight!

You took some Tylenol and Pepto Bismol before making coffee and getting to Richard Rogers. You strolled through the back entrance and went straight to your dressing room, thanking all holy beings that the bathroom was across the hall. You had just sat down on the couch when Phillipa and Renee walked in. You barely said a ‘good morning’ before your stomach started gurgling and you felt your breakfast come bubbling back up. You ungracefully raced to the bathroom and empty your stomach into the porcelain bowl. After you finished and splashed your face with cold water. You stepped outside and Phillipa’s cool hand was immediately planted to your burning forehead. You sighed in relief but pouted when the hand drew back. The two women in front of you exchanged a concerned look. 

“(Y/N), dear, you should go home,” Phillipa spoke, placing her hand on your shoulder. “You have a really high fever and I think you got that bug from someone on set. We don’t need everyone dropping like flies.”

You shook your head in response. “I’m fine. Really. I just ate something expired or didn’t get enough sleep.”

Phillipa frowned and looked you dead in the eye. “(Y/N), I love you but you need to go home and rest. You can come back tomorrow if you-”

“I’m fine, Pippa.” You say in a hard tone. “I’m not dead and I’m not dying. I can move and I can dance. I’ll just take it easier today.”

Renee huffed before noticing Lin walking past. An idea popped into her head and she strolled after Lin, grabbing his arm to get his attention. Lin spun around and smiled when he saw who it was that was hanging onto his arm.

“Oh, hey Renee.” Lin greeted. “Is there some-”

“I need your charming good looks for something,” Renee stated clear as day.

Lin blinked, his eyebrows raising. “Okay….?” 

Renee dragged the confused Lin back down the hall and stopped outside your dressing room. Phillipa was standing outside the bathroom and sighed with relief when she saw who Renee brought back with her.

“It’s good you were around, Lin,” Phillipa said as the sound of a toilet flushing was heard from the inside of the bathroom. She ran a hand through her somewhat tousled hair. “(Y/N) is sick and she won’t go home.”

Lin furrowed his brows in confusion and concern. “What do you mean she’s sick?” He asked.

“She’s vomiting and has a super high fever,” Phillipa explained, folding her arms across her chest. “I told her to go home but she downright refuses to leave. I understand she’s so dedicated to performing but this is ridic-”

“I’ll take care of her.”

Both women turned to Lin. His eyes held determination and some other emotion they could not pinpoint. Was he actually serious? He was going to take care of a twenty-seven-year-old woman while performing in a broadway musical? That can’t be possible.

“Not that it’s not a good idea, Lin,” Renee said. “But (Y/N) is a big girl, no matter how stubborn she is. All she needs is to be forced into a car and driven home.”

“If she’s so determined to stay then she’s staying,” Lin said, his tone hard and serious. “She’s just going to be locked out of the main stage and stuck in this area until the show is over.”

Before Phillipa and Renee could answer, the bathroom door opened and you stepped out, wiping your face with your jacket sleeves. When you noticed Lin, your face turned redder than it already was and you tried to look presentable. Lin felt his heart ache when he saw how red and miserable you looked. It was for the best that you stayed in your dressing room during the show. 

“H-Hey, Lin.” You greeted the taller male with a soft smile. “How’s your morning?”

Lin smiled back at you. “It’s been good, (Y/N). But I heard you are under the weather today.”

You sent a weak glare at Phillipa and Renee as you all walked into your dressing room. You sat down on the couch and Lin sat next to you, placing a cool hand on your forehead. He almost pulled his hand away instantly because of how hot you were (temperature wise). He felt bad for you. You loved to perform and now here you were, sick as a dog on show night. If only Lin could help you out during the night. Too bad he had to be in the show.

An idea popped into Lin’s head. It was last minute but it could work. You’d need someone to look after you during the show, making sure you were eating, drinking water, and resting. If Lin’s plan goes perfectly, he’ll be locked in the dressing room with you and looking after you, keeping you company.

“Renee, can you call Javier and see if he’s available to perform tonight?”

All three women in the room froze and their jaws dropped. Lin wasn’t performing tonight? How can this be? What’s hell freezing over? The apocalypse was happening?

“You’re not going to perform?” Phillipa asked in shock.

Lin nodded. “Someone has to look after (Y/N).”

The three actors looked over to you but you weren’t in your seat. Your retching was heard from across the hall. The trio all sighed and quietly pitied you, you poor thing.


Later that Night ~

The five-minute warning came over the P.A system, calling for actors and ensemble members for the opening song. You felt your stomach churn at the thought of the show going on without you or Lin. You knew the ensemble was going to be amazing but Lin was the leading man. He played the man who the musical was centered about. You knew there was a huge chance that people would be upset that Lin wasn’t performing. 

You were snapped from your thoughts when Lin returned to your dressing room, closing the door behind him. In his arms were containers of food, drink, and medicine for fevers and vomiting. Setting them on the table, Lin turned his attention to you and placed his hand on your head for the twentieth time that night. This was the routine for the past few hours. Since Phillipa and Renee left you and Lin in your dressing room, Lin proceeded to make you comfortable on the couch and make a list of foods that would help your stomach. Daveed and Chris would come in every twenty minutes or so to check in with you and Lin, cracking a few jokes here and there about Lin being your ‘new protective mom’. Jasmine and Anthony brought you medicine, pillows, and blankets while Oak teased Lin about something you couldn’t hear but it made Lin’s face turn pink. After the announcement for all cast members to be in costume, your friends said their goodbyes and rushed off to get ready, leaving you with Lin.

“On a scale from ‘scratch’ to ‘bleeding to death’, how miserable do you feel right now?” Lin asked as he handed you some water, which you took gratefully. You tried not to choke from laughing as you drank the water and handed it back.

“About ‘it’s just a fever so stop worrying’.” You answer back. Lin raised an eyebrow at you as he sat next to you and resting his arm on the top of the couch, making you fight the urge to nuzzle up to him.

“I believe you mean ‘it’s not just a fever so let me help you feel better’.” Lin shot back in a playful tone, a smirk forming on his face. 

You rolled your eyes as you snuggled back into the cocoon of blankets and pillows. Your stomach wasn’t hurting anymore and you managed to keep food down. According to Lin, and everyone else who felt your forehead throughout the day, your fever had gone down but it was still there. You still felt like crap and were pretty sleepy, drifting in and out of sleep throughout the day. But, it was worth it since it was the reason Lin was spending time with you. Sure, you guys see each other outside of the theater, but that was only for coffee runs and when you would hang out with the rest of the main cast. Lin probably only was around you because he was among his friends and probably to make sure you weren’t going to hurt yourself on your way back with coffee. He looked out for everyone like a protective parent but he’s heart is in the right place. Maybe after you get better you’d ask him out to lunch? Lunch is simple and not as stressful as dinner. Just a simple lunch with conversing and a comfortable atmosphere.

“I’d rather take you to dinner, though.” 

Your eyes shot opened as you realized what Lin said. You felt the color in your face drain away when you realized what you have done. Did you just say that stuff out loud? Holy hell, you must be delusionally sick. You were only on the brink of sleep so maybe you were mumbling and Lin somehow understood you. This was the most embarrassing thing you’ve done since you joined Hamilton. This was more embarrassing than the time you mistaken Anthony for Jasmine and asked for a tampon. You literally wanted to crawl under a rock and die. This time was not an exception. You really wanted to die.

Lin felt you move and squirm and turned to watch you sink lower and lower until you were sitting on the floor, your layers of blankets following suit. He chuckled before joining you, throwing an arm over your shoulders. You felt your face turn red and you sat still as a statue. 

“If you want to get lunch instead then that’s fine, (Y/N),” Lin states, resting his head on the couch cushions behind him. “But seeing you after work more would be nice nonetheless-”

“Yes.” You blurted out without hesitation. You mentally slapped yourself before you corrected yourself. "I-I mean that sounds nice. Just wait until I’m healthy for this, okay?”

Lin leaned over and kissed your cheek, a stupid smile on his face. “For you, I’ll wait forever.”

Circumstance (Part 12)

This chapter is equal parts sad and devastating. Good luck.

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Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @tiny1hallie !!!! I hope this chapter doesn’t make you cry too much… oops. 

Rowaelin Daughter x Feysand Son au

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Eventually, Ember flew home. She’d done a couple laps around the mountains that surrounded Orynth, savoring the feeling of the wind beneath her wings once more after two weeks of being without them. It didn’t feel the same as it had with Cade though. Flying with her mate - even without him knowing that he’s her mate - made Ember feel complete in the sky. The way they had danced in the air had made her feel giddy and free for the first time in a long while. Without him, Ember found herself drifting, losing the air current, ultimately unenthusiastic about her flight. Her phoenix could still fly just fine, as well as she always could, but now that she knew the possibility of more, it felt… boring.

She can still feel those black claws hooked onto her mind, Ember thinks that there will never be a time when she won’t be able to feel it. The princess also feels a thread on her heart, which had been slack and almost unnoticeable, but is now tightly straining, pulling her in an unknown direction. She decides to add it to the list of things connecting her to her mate - to Cade.

She goes back to the castle reluctantly, because she knows that Gusty can only cover for her for so long, and because she knows that her parents will have questions. Ember flies down into the courtyard, where Elide, Lorcan, and Wren are resting peacefully in the grass. When they see her phoenix, Lorcan immediately hands the baby to his wife, and stands to greet her. With a flash, she shifts back into her fae form and nods to him stiffly.

“Where were you?” He asks. Ember can hear the slight worry in his tone and briefly feels guilty for making even stoic Lorcan nervous.

The princess shrugs. “I needed to blow off some steam,” she mutters, “today did not go as planned.”

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[BTS x Forest Fairy!AU] Taehyung

Keeper of Birds and Raptors Kim Taehyung 

Find Keeper of Streams & Waterfalls Min Yoongi (here)
Find Keeper of Rabbits & Deer Jeon Jungkook (here)
Find Keeper of Trees and Roots Park Jimin (here)

  • has the mindset that he too can fly,,,,well glide,,,,,well he’s just really good at jumping from tree to tree so he’s like ‘this is my inner bird power’
  • his pet black vulture that always accompanies him is basically his best friend and he tells it just about everything
  • and although the vulture can’t talk back, taehyung, as the protector of birds, can understand through sounds what the birds are communicating 
  • that or maybe it’s the fact that his vulture will peck at him annoyingly to tell him it wants him to stop doing whatever it is he’s doing
  • and it is hilarious, he’ll literally get into arguments with the vulture like if he’s running around chasing deer or something and falls face forward 
  • the vulture will fly off his shoulder and perch itself on a branch and taehyung will be like ‘thANKS for abandoning me buddy’ and then he’ll be like ‘don’t give me that look - don’t you dare laugh at me’
  • like he treats the vulture like a human it’s really endearing
  • the other birds all like to flock around taehyung when he’s sitting up high in the branches and eating and he’s like ‘guys go get your own food!!!!!’ but he’ll share if he has bread or something 
  • will 100% recklessly hurt himself to save an egg from falling out of a nest or fighting off a hungry fox that might pick on a wounded bird 
  • he doesn’t wear any heavy clothing, his clothes are worn out and loose so it is easier for him to move around and climb trees. he wears a single feather earring from his right ear that came from the tail of his pet before the vulture that died when it was shot down by a hunter
  • usually taehyung wouldn’t wear feathers but this one is meaningful to him
  • his feet and arms are all scratched up from climbing up bark and his hair is always a mess because his vulture will land on top of his head just to be a little teasing
  • but he really cares about all the animals and even makes friends with Keepers jungkook and jin who both protect different species and you know he, like all keepers, wishes there would be less hunters but unlike the others taehyung sets up traps sometimes to catch hunters off guard and scare them from the forest
  • the other keepers are always like ‘taehyung you can’t keep risking our exposure like that’ and he’s just like im not,,,,,,,,the birds set up those traps and it’s like ,,,,please but taehyung is just like pointing to his vulture like ‘he did it! i swear!’
  • and you know you’re not a hunter, you’re actually an avid bird watcher who comes by the forest to see if you take photos of any new birds you haven’t seen before
  • and a lot of the time you just wander around with your camera, taking photos and making notes
  • taehyung doesn’t really know of you until one day he hears a lot of birds are flocking to one area and he’s like ,,,,,did one of the hunters leave feed out as bait again 
  • and he climbs one of the trees to try and get a better lookout when all of a sudden the vulture leaves his shoulders and swoops down to where you’re sitting
  • and just as you turn to get water from your backpack, the vulture grabs your camera with its talons and flies back over to taehyung
  • and taehyung catches it and examines it and he’s like ??? is this a new hunting device??? what is it 
  • and he’s turning it this way and that way and dangling it by the strap and you’re looking up at him like mY BABY THE CAMERA NOOO i spent thrEE MONTHS of my money on that
  • and you’re like jumping up and down, shouting and waving your arms for taehyung to notice you
  • and when he finally does he jumps down from branch to branch, your camera swinging around his neck as you bite your lip in terror, and when he lands in front of you
  • he gets right up and close - almost to the point that your noses are touching and he’s like 
  • “explain this to me. what does it do?”
  • he holds up the camera and you’re like ?!?!?!?!? what is this boy 
  • and you’re like “i-i-it’s a camera ,,,,,it takes pictures?!?” and taehyung furrows his eyebrows like “pictures? what is that?”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,how does he not know what pictures are ? 
  • but nonetheless you turn to pull out your album from your bag to show him, but all of a sudden he wraps his arm around your wrist and jerks it back and he’s like “hunters like you shouldn’t be here, don’t bring these things into the forest - stop hurting the birds!”
  • and your eyes widen and you’re like “hur-hurting? but im not a hunter-”
  • and taehyung narrows his eyes like “don’t try to trick me, ive been the keeper of birds in this forest for a longtime - i know a weapon when i see one!”
  • and for a second you process what this random, wild boy is saying to you and you search his face - the scratches on his cheeks, the feather earring, the vulture pearched on his shoulder and you’re like,,,,keeper,,,,,keeper of the birds,,,,,,,,,,, “yo-you’re a forest fairy?!?!”
  • and taehyung steps back a bit and he’s like “i am, now tell me - what is this, why are you here, which birds are you hunting?”
  • and you’re so mesmerized because WOW you’ve only heard of the forest fairies from books when you were a kid and rumors around the villages near the woods,,,,,,you never thought they were real
  • and if he was a fairy - where were his wings?? or did he not have any??? and before you know it you’re looking at taehyung from every angle in wonder
  • until he finally puts the camera back in your face and he’s like “explain.”
  • and you’re like “ok, but let me take something out of my bag - um - um whats your name?”
  • “taehyung. it better not be a weapon, my vulture can attack on comma-”
  • and you’re like waving your hand like “no no no, see im not a hunter - im a bird watcher!!!”
  • taehyung once again gives you a quizzical expression
  • “bird,,,,,,,,watcher?”
  • and you pull the album with all your photos out and open it up, showing it to taehyung and you’re like “look!! this is my sparrows page, and this one is my eagle one, and here we have blurry photos of mockingbirds -”
  • and takes the album from you and he’s like “what are these?”
  • and you’re like “pictures!!! i take them with that ‘thing’ called a camera!! it’s not a weapon, it doesn’t hurt the birds!!”
  • and you smile at taehyung and he kind of looks over you again and he’s like thinking to himself that,,,,,you know you don’t LOOK like a hunter - you’re not wearing that weird printed clothing and you’re obviously not holding a gun,,,,,and all the ‘pictures’ of these birds ,,,the birds are alive
  • and he also notices that,,,,,you’re much cuter than the average hunter LOL with smiling eyes and pretty looking hair tucked behind your ear
  • his vulture pecks at his cheek and taehyung side eyes the bird as to scold it because no shuttup i wasn’t staring!
  • and you’re like hmm?? and taehyung scatters for an excuse and goes “s-show me how the camera works?” and you’re like “ok!!! here let me take a photo of your pet ^^”
  • and taehyung hesitantly hands you the camera, which you thank god didn’t break while he was swinging it around, and you bring it up to focus the lens on the bird
  • and with a click that makes taehyung twitch you take a photo and then excitedly turn the camera around to show taehyung
  • and he leans in, squinting and then his eyes go wide and he’s like “it’s!!! him, it’s him on my shoulder!!” and you’re like “YES!!! isn’t he handsome?”
  • and you look at the photo which clearly shows the vulture, perched on taehyungs shoulder and you are talking about the bird but then you look at the photo and then back to taehyung who is leaning on your shoulder a bit to see the photo
  • and you hadn’t noticed in the flurry of the moment, but his slightly tanned skin and high bridged nose,,,,,an accentuated jawline,,,,,,and long eyelashes all make him,,,,,,quite handsome too 
  • and before you know it you become conscious of how close you two are standing but when you scoot away, taehyung pulls you into his side again so he can be closer to the camera and you’re like hdlglgd,,,he really is a fairy he has no sense of personal space like normal humans,,,
  • and taehyung finally pulls back and he points to the photo and turns to the vulture like ‘you’re not so bad looking after all, look -’
  • and you’re like “does the vulture understand you? can you speak to birds???”
  • and taehyung looks at you with a half smile and shakes his head like “i can’t speak to them, but after living among them it’s really easy to understand what they’re feeling without words”
  • and you look at how obvious the close relationship between him and the bird is and you just smile to yourself because it’s,,,,,one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen,,,,,,,
  • until taehyung breaks your concentration because he picks up your bag and is like “is there anything else thats cool in here??” and you’re like hEY don’t go through my stuff without asking and you pull it back and taehyung gives you a shy grin and you’re like
  • frick he isn’t just handsome he’s also adorable what the he c K
  • but you sit down and taehyung sits beside you and you’re like “this is my notepad, i write things about birds here, this is some water, this is a pair of binoculars -”
  • as soon as you take them out, taehyung asks if he can see them and you pass them to him and immediately he looks through the wrong lens and is like “everything is so small??” and you’re like “the other way around!!” and when he turns them around it’s like,,,,,,taehyung has seen a  whole new world
  • and he’s up, looking left and right and spinning around and the vulture flies off his shoulder to instead take a seat beside you and you’re like FREAKING out because this is the closest you’ve been to a vulture and you’re like omgomgogmogmmog i need to take photos
  • and for the next hour you and taehyung sit there in the meadow and you tell him about how you look for birds and how you take photos
  • and taehyung is like “the next time you come, find me and i can call over some of my friends so you can take photos ^^”
  • and you’re like friends? and he’s like the birds!! and you’re like omg i would love that
  • but as it is getting dark you have to go, but you feel bad just leaving so you  dig out your binoculars and hand them to taehyung and you’re like
  • “it’s a gift - since you promised to help me the next time i come and let me take photos of the vulture, take care of them ok?”
  • and taehyung lights up like a child and jumps up and down and then suddenly
  • he leans in, pressing his lips to your cheek and pulling away like “that’s how humans express happiness to one and other - right??” 
  • and you’re touching the skin where his lips met and you’re blushing like omg,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and the vulture pecks taehyungs head, again like he’s scolding him and taehyung is like wHAT i was saying thank you
  • and you’re like “!!!! ill be um back soon i have to run now BYE”
  • and taehyung spends the rest of the week sitting up in the branches, looking through the binoculars that you gave him and thinking about you
  • and it’s weird usually he doesn’t like the humans he meets - mostly because they’re hunters or backpackers who leave garbage all around 
  • but you’re,,,,,,,,,you’re different
  • you like birds for one,,,,but also you seem so,,,,,,so warm to taehyung 
  • “my first human friend, what do you think?” he asks the vulture as he’s hanging off a branch and the vulture just flaps its wings and taehyungs nodding like “i agree, i like them too.”
  • and you do come back, about two weeks later and you don’t even have to search for taehyung he comes jumping down from between the leaves like some flying squirrel and lands on his feet right before you
  • and he’s like “you took too long!!! c’mon let me show you some of the other birds we have here-”
  • and he takes your hand without hesitation and you’re like kdfgsahf once again he’s got no idea of personal space but you don’t mind you like,,,,it
  • and he pulls you through some bushes off the hiking track and you don’t notice because you’re lost in taehyungs babbling about birds
  • and he’s like “here’s the nest of a sparrowhawk - look at how small the babies are!!”
  • and he shows you all the spots where birds live and unlike before where they’d just fly away if they heard your footsteps, with taehyung they just safely land on his hand or on his shoulder
  • and sometimes their talons leave scrapes and you’re like !!!!! band aids- but taehyung just licks the wound and keeps going and you’re like ???
  • but he really amazes you it’s like he /is/ a bird the way he hops from branch to branch as you stand bellow in wonder, the way he seemingly understands what the birds are saying, and the way he brushes off any kind of pain from his climbing or from thorns and has no fear of going up to the top of the tallest trees
  • and you get tired way before he does, but taehyung is like “one thing before you go!!” and he takes your hand and he’s like “here, hold this”
  • and in your palm there’s a baby sparrow and you’re like omgom g o H Y g od,,,,,,,,and taehyung is like “aren’t they soft?? they’re so tiny!!”
  • and you’re in a state of shock because you. are. holding. a. baby. bird.
  • but also you can’t stop smiling and taehyung all of a sudden, takes your camera and is like “let me take a photo!!”
  • and he’s clumsy with the lens, but you don’t care, you hold the bird in your hands up and taehyung mimics what he remembers you did and you hear the snap
  • and it’s,,,,,it’s a moment that you can never forget
  • and when taehyung successfully leads you back to the hiking track he leans down again, brushing his lips against your cheek because he tells you, you made him so happy today again!!
  • and you’re like sdhsd but you lean in to and kiss his cheek, taehyung jumping a bit and making the feather earring he wears brush your own cheek
  • and you’re both turning a lil pink but say goodbye
  • and this happens pretty often, even in winter, when you lug a blanket with you because you have the suspicion taehyung doesn’t own one
  • you come and watch the birds with him and taehyung is never short of being entertaining and fun
  • and he gets into the habit of holding your hand from the minute he meets up with you to the minute you have to leave
  • and the vulture becomes comfortable with you too, even shifting over to sit on your shoulder and you’re always like ,,he’s a bit,,,,,heavy
  • and taehyung is like i knOW imagine having to deal with him all the time
  • and for the hundredth time you see taehyung and his bird get into an argument of words and squawking that always leaves you laughing 
  • and when you ask taehyung about the feather earring you see him get serious and emotional
  • and he tells you the story of his old pet bird, an eagle 
  • and how it was shot down for its feathers but taehyung had set up a trap that had caught the hunter off guard before he could get to the body of the bird
  • and taehyung had recovered it, burying the bird beside the tree where taehyung had found him as a baby
  • and taking only one feather of his to remember him by
  • and taehyung mumbles that he never cries - really, only this memory makes him tear up
  • but in a matter of seconds he’s back to his happy self jumping around and climbing up the nearest tree
  • and he gets ,,,,,,,sweeter tbh
  • like he picks berries for you before you come and collects things you might like like flowers
  • and you always thank him and taehyung gets shy but touches his cheek and you lean in to kiss it
  • but the vulture sometimes beats you to it and pecks taehyung and taehyung is like nOT YOU !!!! 
  • but you just laugh and one day taehyung has to drop you off again but you dig around in your bag and pull out a flute
  • and you’re like “i tried to get good at it, but i can’t - i think you might like it?? and the birds will to??”
  • and you hand it to him and taehyung brings it up to his mouth and almost like he’s magically always known how to play, a soft melody comes out that gets followed by chirps from the birds in the trees
  • and you smile and look at taehyung like “se-”
  • but then you feel something press to your lips and your eyes are wide when you notice that taehyung is ,,,,,,,,,kissing ,,,,,,,,,you
  • and when he pulls back he bites his bottom lip and is like “humans,,,,,when someone makes them happy,,,,but,,,,,more than happy they do that,,,,,right?”
  • and you’re like shocked 
  • but you nod and taehyung grins wide and takes something from his pocket and it’s a feather - not like his a bit smaller
  • and he’s like “here, i don’t like when people wear feathers - but ,,,,,you,,,can,,,,,,,if you want,,,,,”
  • and you take it, thanking him and taehyung says he’ll see you soon
  • and when you get home you string the feather onto a thin piece of leather and make a necklace 
  • that when you wear when you see taehyung makes him smile so bright it looks like it hurts and he tries to lean in to kiss you again
  • but the vulture sticks out his wing to slap taehyung against the face and then flies off when taehyung starts to nag at it
  • and you can only laugh,,,,,,,
The Falcon and the Wolf Part 2

Summary:  This is an AU where you and Dean have been separated by a terrible curse for over two years.  You’re banding together with some old friends and old enemies to bring down the person responsible in hopes of removing the curse.  If you missed Part 1 get caught up HERE.

Characters: AU!Dean x Reader, AU!Sam, AU!Crowley, AU!Gadreel, AU!John, AU!Charlie, AU!Abbadon, AU!Cas, AU!Metatron (mentioned), AU!Rowena (mentioned), AU!Kevin (mentioned), AU!Cain (mentioned), AU!Arthur (mentioned), AU!Jess (mentioned)

Word Count: 3592

Warnings: blink-and-you-miss-it smut (I don’t know either guys), canon typical angstishness?

A/N:  This is partly inspired by one of my favorite childhood movies Ladyhawke, though I’m taking it in a different direction.  This will be a multi-part series.  This is my first AU series, so feedback is very much appreciated!

Thanks to the fabulous beta @wheresthekillswitch, you are so wonderful! I don’t know what I’d do without you!

Thank you to the amazing @arryn-nyxx for the BEAUTIFUL aesthetic you created!  You capture a feeling with color, light and pictures that I can rarely find with words.

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Crowley moves out from the back of the cave.  His black scales make him hard to see but his eyes give him away.  Glowing green, they watch you as you move closer.

“We’ve been looking for you.“

“Well, you’ve found me,” he says turning to go deeper into the cave.

“Wait, we need your help.”

“My help?” he whips around, his huge face mere inches from yours.  “Why should I help you?  Like you helped me when I needed it?”

“I’m sorry, we should have…” you say backing away.

Crowley laughs flapping his huge black wings.  The wolf growls at your side, his hackles rising, as he steps in front of you.

“Shut up dog.  I’m just teasing.  Besides, it’s not so bad being a dragon.”


“Of course, it’s bad!” he roars and the smell of dead meat fills the cave.  “It’s awful!  Why do you think I’m holed up here?”

“That’s why we’re here,” Sam says stepping up next to you.  “We have a plan to get you back to your old self.”

“And just what is this plan?”

“First, we need some information from you,” you say.

“Darling, information doesn’t come cheap.”

Rolling your eyes, you raise your crossbow and squeeze as a bolt zips out, hitting Crowley in his front leg.

“Ow! Hey, that hurt!”

“I’m so sorry princess,” you say lowering your arm.

“Y/N!” Sam gives you a look.

“What?” you shrug.

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