because i love his rat fingers and how he holds the pick in his right hand

Hold on Hun, We’re Gonna Bunny-Hug (pt1)

“I’m not cruisin’ for a love connection,” she warns him with pursed lips. He still has her pinned to the door, one leg thrown around his waist as they grind into each other ever so often.

James doesn’t miss a step, just drags his teeth over her pulse and says, “Good. Me either.”

or, ‘I slept with you the other day and I didn’t know we had a mutual friend and now we’re sitting across each other for brunch and it’s awkward' 

wc: 3.7k
rating: M

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The pub is raucous tonight. It seems like everyone and their mum decided to hit up the Three Broomsticks, and Rosmerta only had time to sling their drinks across the counter before hustling off to deal with another round of patrons. It just errs on the side of uncomfortable; the close packed bodies, the almost deafening levels of chatter, the slowly building humidity that leaves his skin damp, even after he rolled up the sleeves of his flannel in an attempt to cool down.

It’s a bit chaotic, but then again, he thrives off of chaos. At least, that’s what he says after watching some bloke spill his drink on a girl in an attempt to feel her up, only to receive a punch to the jaw. It results in a minor scuffle and he just sits off to the side observing it. It reminds him of an Andy Warhol painting for some reason; just a blur of colour and movement.

James Potter is not good at flip cup.

Or, more accurately, he’s not good at this blaspheme of flip cup that Sirius came up with. He’s making them chug a bitter stout instead of beer, and James grimaces the whole way through, costing him and Remus significant time.

He gives up after the third round of losing- he doesn’t hate himself that much, plus he’s sure that if he doesn’t wash down the taste with something else, his tastebuds would never forgive him- and Sirius pats him on the back.

“Oh don’t be sad, Prongs,” he says, pinching his cheeks.

James bats his hands away. “You’re a sadistic bastard.”

“Funny, that’s what my mum used to call me growing up.”

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The Wedding Planner (Part 1)

Summary– Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams– later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé. 

Author’s Note– First off, I am just beyond excited for this series! I absolutely loved this movie and figured, “Why not make it into a series and add my own twist to it?” So I finally did and I really hope you all enjoy it! feedback would be greatly appreciated folks.

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if viktor and yuuri were artists

 #victuuriweek2017  day ( one ) 
↳ au: other careers  

Title: Colours
Author(s): @viktor-nkfrv
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Street artist Katsuki Yuuri wakes up to find that his wall art has been altered by the famous Viktor Nikiforov. From there, the two get to know each other despite having never met face-to-face, for a picture speaks a thousand words. 

Now also on AO3 here.

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What Are Friends For? {Remus Lupin x Reader} *REQUESTED*

For you, anon! 3 requests down. 1 more to go!


Sunday afternoons with (Y/n) were mostly spent outdoors, trying to explore the secluded places around the school. (Y/n) did not mind this since she loved being away from all the drama in school and it was the only time she really gets to spend with her boyfriend, Remus Lupin, alone.  

She sat on the checkered blanket he had set up for their picnic by the lake while Remus lied down with his head on her lap.

“How are you today, love?” He smiled, looking up at his girl.

“Splendid, darling. What about you?”

“Good!” He chuckled, opening his mouth as she popped a tiny chocolate in his mouth. His lips closed around the tip of her finger, making her giggle.

“No biting!” She laughed, drawing back her hand and wiping it on her dress. Remus sat up and took a tiny chocolate as well, holding it between his fingers.

“Alright, now it’s your turn.” He smirked and as his hand came close to her lips, he suddenly popped it in his mouth at the last second. She frowned at him while he began to laugh.

“That’s not fair!” She whined.

“Again, again. But this time, close your eyes and open your mouth when I tell you to.”

(Y/n) raised her brow at him suspiciously. “You’re not gonna put a pebble in my mouth now, are you?”

“Of course not. Now close your eyes.”

She did as she was told and waited for his instruction. She wanted to keep one eye open to see what he was trying to do when she felt him kiss her lips lightly.

She opened her eyes and saw the smirk on his face.

“So where’s the chocolate?”

“Come on, you didn’t find that at least a bit sweet?”

“Well, I wasn’t able to taste anything. Maybe you should try again.”

“Now, you’re just playing with me.”

(Y/n) laughed at Remus who pretended to look angry, his arms crossed and his lips in a cute pout. She wrapped her arms around him and lied down on the blanket with him, watching the clouds move slowly. Remus pulled her closer to him, nuzzling his nose in her hair.

“You know, when I was a kid, I thought the cotton candy was stolen from the clouds.” She said, making him lift his head and look at her amusingly.

“Mm, you know what I think?”


“I think your parents stole the stars and placed them in your eyes.”  Remus smiled, twirling her hair around his finger. She snorted at his pick up line and rolled her eyes.

“Haha. Try again.”

“Hm, I think your parents stole the–”

“Seriously? What is it with my parents stealing things?” She grinned at him.

“Because you stole my heart, (Y/n).” Remus said with a straight face. (Y/n) watched him and tried to bite her lip to force herself from smiling but she could not take it. She chuckled and felt her cheeks blush at his words.

“That was very smooth, Lupin.”

He smiled and kissed her lips once more which she returned passionately. She gave him one last tiny peck before checking the time.

“Do you think we should go back?”

“Yeah, the boys might get suspicious already. I told them I was in the library and James might find out I’m not there.”

(Y/n) nodded understandably, beginning to pack away their things and the checkered blanket. Remus helped her out and the two walked together hand in hand before stopping at the front of one of the school’s entrance.

“Next week again?” He asked to which (Y/n) smiled and nodded again.

“Sunday. See you around, love.” She placed a kiss on his cheek and waved goodbye.

He blushed at the gesture and went back to the Gryffindor common room where his friends sat by the fire. James was the first to notice the smile on Remus’s face which he tried to hide.

“You look a little happy there, Moony. Did you find little red riding hood on her way to her granny’s house?”

“No, just the same red haired girl who won’t go out with you.” Remus countered, sitting on one of the empty chairs.

“Oooh, burn, Prongs!”

“Shut up, Padfoot.”

“I just went to the library to read,” Remus said, smiling once more as he pictured the smile on (Y/n)’s face and her beautiful (h/c) hair.

“Moony, you’re doing it again,” Peter said, watching his friend with amusement.

“Doing what?”

“You’re a bad liar, Moony. No, you’re a horrible liar.” Sirius teased.

“You’re fancying someone!” James smirked. “Come on, lovewolf. Who is it?”

“No one!”

“Oh, I think I know who it is! It’s (Y/n), isn’t it?” Peter said, bouncing on his chair excitedly.

“Wow, Peter. Thanks for ratting me out.” Remus rolled his eyes.

“So it is true!” James said. “You fancy her!”


“Have you snogged her yet?” Sirius asked. The question caught Remus off guard and without hesitation, he answered a loud “Yes” before realizing he had slipped his own secret. The boys snorted and laughed while Remus hid his blushing face with a pillow.

“Lovewolf, lovewolf!” James chanted, “Think we should name you that, instead!”

“Fuck off, Prongs.”

“Mind your language, swearwolf.”

“Maybe we should also call (Y/n) something. Like Mrs. Moony! Or Mrs. Lovewolf!”

“Can we stop with the lovewolf, please?” Remus complained from behind the pillow.

“Can’t quite hear you, Moony. What did you say?”

“I said, can we stop with the–”

“Oh, Remus! Where are thou Remus?” James said in a high pitched voice, ignoring his friend’s muttering. “Oh, yes! Remus! Right there!”

James started to moan loud, enough to be heard from outside. Sirius joined him and the two began to create random noises while Peter laughed at the two.  

“You two disgust me.” Remus removed his pillow and waited for the two to calm down from their antics. After sharing a last laugh, they stopped and sat on the chair where Remus was.

“So, I take it, you really love her?” James asked.

“Of course I do. I’m just worried how she’ll feel about our relationship now publicized.”

“Nobody knows excepts us, you know.” Sirius said.

“Well, you were moaning my name earlier so I’m pretty sure the whole castle knows by now.”

“Even so, you think we won’t hex them if they say something?”

“Padfoot’s right. I think we should celebrate this and maybe next time, I can also join you with my future–”

“And nonexistent.”

“–wife!” James finished and glared at Sirius.

“We got your back, Moony!” Peter smiled, patting his friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.”

Remus shook his head with a smile and ran his fingers through his hair. Despite how idiotic and troublesome his friends could be, they were like his family and now that they know about his relationship with (Y/n), he couldn’t help but feel happy and satisfied with the people he cared most about.


Just Fine // Jung Hoseok

the prompt: could I have a prince Hoseok scenario (similar to the jungkook one)?

words: 3611

category: fluff + minimal angst

author note: here’s snarky!reader and sunshine!hoseok bc it’s cute to me. also a cameo of jin’s scenario in there bc i figured they could be a part of the same story

- destinee

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Letters II

for the first chapter- read here

@immobulusmalfoy @philthepegacorn @perksofeatingbacon

It all starts when she first sees him alone. No friends. No enemies. Just him, a sketchbook, and two birds in a nest. Its the loneliness that strikes her, not like lightning, but a match. She doesn’t swoon, or fawn, or even crack a grin. Its a tiny flame of interest permeating in her thoughts. When she sees him shove a first year in the halls, or snicker idly with bad influences, her thoughts will flash to the simple boy on the edge of the forest, humming Chopin and drawing the trees.
Her friends all know she’s taken a liking to him. Specifically, Luna. Her ‘inner eye’ can sense the romance brewing. Or, perhaps, she simply spoke with Theo. Its no lie that Theodore fancies Lovegood. If you look closely, you’ll see them wade in the lake just past midnight.
Its a Friday night when Blaise and Draco finally manage to decode their notes. They trudge into the dormitory, moods covered in molasses. He has a faint smile of relief, knowing the weekend will be no trouble at all, until something odd catches his eye. It isn’t a mess. There isn’t anything. His desk is empty.
A bubbling feeling of lava boils inside his gut, threatening to regurgitate his morning tea all over the new sheets. He spins around, platinum eyes trained onto Theo’s sleeping back.
‘YOU RAT!’ With the strength of a magnet, he hurls Theodore out of his sleep, tossing him onto the messy, boy’s dormitory carpet. ‘Draco, what-’ ‘MY LETTERS, NOTT!’ Blaise looks over, unamused. ‘Look, I-I don’t, I, we-your, Macbeth, he-’
Cool. Calm. Collected.
That’s all he has to be right now. He crouched down, back straight, expression solid. There’s nothing more terrifying than peace before the storm.
‘Theodore-’ He lifts a hand, brushing away the fallen tendril of charcoal. ‘What did you do?’ ‘I was just sitting, doing my work, and then your bird, Macbeth, the Malfoy owl, the one that you trained, that’s been serving your family since your father came to Hogwarts, Macbeth, he just flew in, and then, since I had a rat’s tail, from Potions, the class we’ve been in together since year one, I gave it to him and he really liked it, so then I pet his head, and he was delivering a package, that I might have eaten a bit of, and then I told Macbeth about your letters, and how you’d never get the courage to send them, and then he just flew off.’ Silence. Draco lowered his gaze, collecting his rage, meeting his gaze, leaning in until their noses brushed. ‘That was a bad decision, Nott.’ A gulp added to the tension. ‘By tomorrow morning, Loony won’t even be able to look at you.’ Theo was finally a dead man.
When she hears a rapping at her window, she knows someone is terribly wrong.  Its like an omen at the beginning of a horror film, or the waves pulling back before the tsunami. Hesitantly, she flicks her wand towards the knobs, letting an unknown owl enter the room. It spins its head towards her, giant golden eyes peering into hers’, as if judging whether or not she deserved its message. Apparently she did, since Macbeth left without a hoot or stack of letters. Y/n swallowed an uneasy lump in her throat, her mind arguing with her judgement. Judgement lost.
Her nimble fingers flicked to a letter with the earliest date. The wind blew into her lungs, as she opened the first of a series of stories.

Dearest Y/n,

It seems as though my days are monotonous. Every hour, every minute, and every second I’m swallowed into a world of grey and black. I feel trapped in an earth with no colour or love or meaning. I felt that way, at least. That was until I first saw you. I was out by my thinking tree, completely barren of idea or wonder, when I noticed a young girl weeping. Suddenly, the grey turned into pastel blue, and the black, a willowing taupe. It was muted, but it was colour. I picked up my charcoal and began sketching. My hands were moving all on their own, since I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Your hair was wild and your robes were wrinkled. Every bit of you screamed out to me, and I wanted nothing more than to pull you into my arms and sing you to sleep. But fate is not kind. Your tears diminished and your sobs stopped reaching my ears. You left the field and left my sketchbook, a half drawn girl still crying in my pages.


Draco L. Malfoy

She couldn’t know what to think. Draco Malfoy. The boy in her potions class. He’s mean, and arrogant, and an artist. He’s a gory film you want to look away from yet won’t find the strength, because your gut is disgusted but your eyes are astonished, and you can’t seem to pull away.
She opens the next letter.

Dearest Y/n,

I won the quidditch game today! Slytherin verses Gryffindor, and I caught the snitch! I couldn’t help but look into the stands to see if you were there, and guess what? I found you! You don’t know how much it meant, seeing you cheer for me. I felt like puking up glitter and sinking into a pool of chocolate syrup. I wanted to fly loop-de-loops and scream until my lungs ached. Instead, I smiled at you, and hoped you’d notice.
I want to take you flying one day. I’d be a bastard, too, and make sure to take deep dives and sharp turns, just to feel your hands clench around me. God, what I would give to feel you hold me. I’d cut off my hand if it meant getting to hold yours for eternity. If I lost my voice, I’d want to tell you I love you just one time before becoming mute for the rest of my days. Yet, the only words I’ve ever said to you were ‘thank you,’ after you passed me a lacewing fly.
I don’t think I’ll ever be brave enough to speak to you a full sentence, or ever be brave enough to love you, but years from now, when we’re both divorced, I hope to run into you at Diagon Alley, and maybe say three words instead of two.

Truly and Unconditionally Yours,

Draco L. Malfoy

Lowering the letter, her lungs began to contract.
Love- a word more powerful than any spell.
She could hear her heart beating out of her ears as she began tearing the envelopes apart.









Words began popping out of the pages, letters of longing and praying and lusting and wanting surrounding her conscious like flies to a meal. As she dissected a half written letter dated on February 14th, an alarming knock shook her out of thought.
‘Y/n? There’s someone here to see you. Says he’s got a wrong to make right.’
She didn’t have to guess who it was.
The second she opened the door, her eyes met an anxious boy, lips red with bight marks and brows furrowed in fear.
He can’t help but feel honored that she knows his name. At the same time, its met with paralleled trepidation.
‘Have you-er-gottten, or um, received-’
‘I’ve read your letters.’
It’s a breath of release and a choked gag of horror. She knows. Is it a horrible fate that she realizes his affections, or a blessing in disguise?
‘You have.’ She lifts her gaze to him, digesting his disheveled appearance. He looks like he walked through a hurricane to make it to her door. His hair is a nest from pulling too hard on his locks, and his tie hangs limp after having tightened and loosened far too many times. For a moment, he doesn’t look like Malfoy: the bully, the bad guy, the hopeless, but instead, looks like the boy she watched sketch in the evening, with the gentle soul and kind smile.
‘Go to your tree next Friday at five, after class. I’ll have something waiting for you.’ With a soft click, her door closes, and he’s met with every horrible and remarkable emotion, flooding his ribcage all at once.
He can’t know what to feel. All day, his right leg has been racing, jumping up and down in anticipation for what’s to come. When Trelawney bids the class a happy weekend, he flies out the door, legs tumbling down the castle and towards the forest. He’s surprised to find she isn’t there. No Y/n. No sign of her presence. Instead, as he makes his way to the towering oak, he finds sixty two letters, nailed to the bark. He rips them off, finding each page with different messages. His heart stops as he unfolds the first.

Dear Draco,

I read your first letter today. I could feel my lungs decompress every ounce of air once I realized your deepest desires. I can’t help but feel the same. You’re a magical human being, and the world would be dull without you. It would simply be..monotonous. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to go through your sketchbook sometime. Say, right now?
If you want to draw a girl smiling and kissing a handsome artist, go to the Room of Requirement.
Just wish for me.

Always Yours,

Y/n L/n

Bellamy Blake Imagine - “What the hell happened to you?”

Here’s my second request. please send more in, I love doing these.

WARNINGS: slight abuse (skip to the line if you don’t want to read it)

35. “Hold on. What’s wrong with your leg?” & 33. “What the hell happened to you?”

Set in Season 1

After being on the ground for nearly a month, you’d grown to really hate the place. Not necessarily the actual Earth, but more like the people on it. After you’d come down, you’d made a hell of a lot of enemies, Bellamy Blake being one of them, but it was your stupid ex-boyfriend and his friends that made your life a living hell.

“C’mon, y/n, what are you going to do about it?” Your ex, Nick, said as his group of boys tripped you over, surrounding you. You sighed, you weren’t useless by any means, but your ex was a big guy, with even bigger friends, meaning you stood no chance against them.

“Please, Nick. Leave me alone,” You said trying to stand up, only to get a hard kick to your stomach, sending you back to the ground.

“Did I say you could get up?” He spat, kicking you again, harder this time. You felt the tears well up in your eyes at the pain that his actions brought you. You tried to stand but one of his friends knocked you over, making you hit your head on a rock on the ground, your mind going fuzzy.

You tried to back away from them but Nick pulled out a small knife and brought it down into your calf, your scream muffled by one of his friends hands.

“Next time,” he sneered, “You don’t leave until I tell you to.”

His friends laughed as they walked away, Nick following after them. You wiped the tear from your cheek before pulling the knife from you calf in one swift movement, a small whimper of pain escaping your lips.

“C’mon on, y/l/n, can’t you keep up?” Bellamy called from where he stood a few meters away.

“Shut up, Blake. I’m walking at a reasonable pace. It’s not my fault you’re a fucking giant.”

It had been a day since the incident with Nick and your leg still hurt from the stab wound, and your entire midsection had bruised badly from where they had kicked you. Bellamy was going just out side the camp wall, and needed a person to help cart all the stuff into camp. And unfortunately, nearly every single person was busy, leaving you to help, which neither of you were very happy about.

Bellamy let out an impatient sigh, watching you furrow your eyebrows as he focused on not making your calf injury noticeable. Unfortunately, you didn’t do a good enough job.

“Hold on. What’s wrong with your leg?” He said eyes on you left leg were the knife was protruding less than 24 hours ago.

You shook your head, “What? Nothing, I’m fine.”

Bellamy wasn’t convinced and put a hand out in front of you to stop you from moving forwards, but it was just the right height to hit your stomach. You jumped back, pain shooting up your midsection.

Bellamy pulled his hand away before stepping forward and gripping the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up to reveal the deep purple bruises.

You slapped his hands away and went to move past him but he grabbed your wrist. “What the hell happened to you?” He said, his voice angry.

“Nothing, Blake. I said I’m fine.”

“Y/n, I’m serious. What happened to you?”

When you didn’t reply he knew right away that it wasn’t a ‘what’ and more of a ‘who’.

“Y/n,” he said lowly, “Who did this to you?”

You took one look at his angry face and knew much better than to lie about it. “My ex-boyfriend.”

Bellamy let go of your wrist and stormed back to camp, you following quickly behind, demanding to know what the hell he was doing.

Bellamy looked around before spotting Nick, and walking over to him quickly. He shoved him to the ground, causing Nick to look over at him, confusion all over his face.

“What the hell?”

“How dare you,” Bellamy seethed, throwing a punch at Nick’s face, a loud crack signalling he had broken his nose. “Who do you think you are? Laying a hand on a her.”

Nick looked behind him and saw you standing there looking at the scene unfold. “You ratted me out?” He spat, going to move towards you, but Bellamy stopped him with another punch to his face.

Bellamy punched him again and again until Nick’s face was swollen and covered in blood. Bellamy picked him up by the front of his jacket, slamming him against a tree, “If you so much as lay a finger on her again, I’ll kill you.”

Nick nodded, and Bellamy dropped him to the ground. He walked over to you and took your hand, guiding you into the dropship.

He made you sit on the table before pulling up the bottom of your jeans to reveal the stab wound, which was now slightly infected.

“Did he do that to you too?”

You nodded and saw him clench his jaw before wrapping a small bandage around it.

“You didn’t have to do that for me,” you whispered.

He sighed before looking up from where he was kneeling. “How long?” When you didn’t answer, he repeated the question, “How long?”

“About a year,” You replied, thinking back to the times he had hit you back on the Ark.

Bellamy clenched his jaw and looked towards the exit before turning and knocking a bunch of stuff off the counter.

“Bellamy! What the hell!”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” He questioned turning back around to face you.

“It’s my problem.”

“No it isn’t. You should have told someone and I would have made him stop sooner.”

“I don’t see why you care so much-”

“I care because I love you!” He shouted, making the words you were going to say get caught in your throat.

Bellamy ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “I care because I love you,” he repeated quietly, “I always have, ever since you tripped and fell down that hole when we first arrived.”

You were speechless for the first time in your life, and only just realized just how close the two of you were standing. Bellamy looked into your eyes, searching for anything that would give him any indication of what was going through your mind, but your face was blank, much like your mind.

Just as he thought that you weren’t going to say anything, you leaned forward and crashed your lips onto his. He was stunned for a minute before slowly kissing you back.

You finally pulled away and looked him in the eye, “I love you, too.”


okay, i’m too stressed looking at election results (fuck you florida, get your shit together) so have a stripper au i was too chickenshit to post (bc i don’t really like stripper aus, so this was a challenge). i don’t think i posted this already, but i did share it with a bunch of people privately so my brain is all confused. ~1700 words, adorable cat named pizza

“Come here often?”


Eren looked around at the half naked bodies lining the stage and the horny middle-aged women screaming at them and Jean smirking as the stripper pulled him into the VIP room.

“Relax, it was a joke.”

The man pushed him into the dimly lit room.

“Sit, but try to only sit on one asscheek these cushions have so much shit and spit and cum on them it’ll make your head spin.”

Eren’s mouth hung open, still a little buzzed from the shots earlier until the words registered.

“You’re…not very good at sexytalk,” Eren said.

“Not paid to talk, I’m paid to dance,” the stripper said, teasing by dipping his fingers down beneath his thong.

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Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 9)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 1539

Warnings: Swearing, cuteness

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]


It’s the next day, and you’re sitting sullenly in the cabin, holding an ice pack to your ribs. Nancy had forbid you from attending this morning’s skate, even just to watch. She wanted you to follow some R.I.C.E. method - rest, ice, compression, and elevation. She hadn’t been amused when you tried to argue that the ice step included going to the rink.

So instead, you’ve been playing a stupid game on your phone that doesn’t require wifi, as the camp doesn’t allow you to access the internet during the time you’re training. Normally, you would understand the concept of them restricting wifi so that the athletes would be focused on the camp and nothing else. But you’ve already flipped through the only book you brought - a hockey story you could recite word for word you’ve read it so many times - and so you’re feeling quite listless. There’s nothing left to distract you.

You stand up, placing the ice pack back in the cooler Nancy had given you, and prodding your ribs gently. You only wince slightly, so you consider that an improvement from when you first woke up.

You’re sliding on your shoes and are about to head outside for a little walk when there’s a knock on the door. Panic shoots through you and you kick your shoes off, frantically grabbing at the cooler’s lid so you can get an ice pack. But you’ve been sitting down for so long, your balance is skewed. You topple over, slamming your tender ribs into the corner of your bed.

“OW - fuck! Mother-fucking shit!” Red-hot pain sears through your ribs, and you clench your fists as it rolls over you like a wave. You collapse to the floor.

“Y/N?!” comes a worried male voice from the door. “I’m coming in.”

The door opens, and in walks Auston. “Oh, shit!” he exclaims, running over to you. “Are you alright? What happened?”

“I’m an idiot - that’s what happened.”

He takes a look around at cooler, which has been knocked over, and your shoes flung haphazardly across the floor. “What were you trying to do?”

“I wanted to go outside for a walk. But then I fell.”

He helps you up so you’re sitting, your back pressed against the side of your bed. “See, I was right when I said I had to hold on to you otherwise you’d faceplant.”

“Oh, shut-up.” You laugh, but the movement hurts your ribs so much you start crying again.

Like before, he wipes away your tears gently with his thumb. Then he smooths back your hair, running his fingers through the tangled strands. You hadn’t bothered to brush it this morning. You relax under his touch, closing your eyes. Eventually your breathing slows and the pain leaves your body.

“Feeling better?” he asks after a while.

You nod.

“If I help you, do you think you can get up onto your bed?” He stands up and extends a hand towards you.

“Yeah,” you say, grabbing his hand. As you straighten up, his other hand comes around to hold onto your arm. Your skin warms under his touch. He backs you up slowly, and you’re about to sit down when he grabs onto your hips with his hands, picking you up and placing you down on the bed effortlessly.

“That was a little unnecessary - I could’ve just slid back.”

He gives you a lopsided grin. “But where’s the fun in that?” He sits down beside you on your bed. He’s so close you can smell the musky scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of heat and sweat. “You okay if I stay?”

“Yeah,” you say, and surprise yourself as you lean your head back on his chest. You feel his heartbeat quicken and you smile to yourself. His arms tentatively wrap around your waist, each movement slow and careful, as if he’s silently asking for your permission. When you don’t go to move away, you feel him exhale as he relaxes. His heart rate, however, doesn’t slow.

“Your heartbeat’s awful fast for an athlete. You might want to get that checked out,” you tease and his cheeks flush.

“Yeah, that might have something to do with the fact that I’m currently holding a beautiful girl in my arms.” He looks into your eyes, his brown ones honest and sincere.

Now it’s your turn to blush. “What are you doing here, anyways? Guys aren’t supposed to be visiting the girl cabins - they’re off limits, you rule-breaker.”

He raises his hands. “So sue me. I came to check-up on you. And apparently I was right in doing so, as I found you crying on the floor.”

“I swear you have a knack for finding me in the most humiliating situations.”

“Or maybe you’re just really good at embarrassing yourself.”

You open your mouth to retort, but he shuts you up with a quick kiss to your head. “Don’t even try to argue, because you know it’s true.”

You glare at him, trying to keep an offended look on your face, but you break down after a couple seconds, smiling and shaking your head. “I hate you.”

“Good.” He picks up your hockey book, which you had discarded on the end of your bed. “What’s this?”

You look over to see what he’s holding. “Oh, just a book I brought with me.”

“What’s it about?”

“Read, and you’ll find out.”

“Alright.” He clears his throat and flips to the first page. “Auston Matthews was the best hockey player in the history of all players, not to mention incredibly hot. Every girl loved him.” He stops, raising one eyebrow. “You sure this isn’t your diary?”

“If I wasn’t crippled right now, I would smack you over the head with that book.”

He laughs, holding the book up and away out of your reach. “Okay, fine, I’ll read it normally.” He starts reading the familiar words, but in his voice, they all sound new and exciting. You snuggle your head further into his chest and close your eyes.

You’re not sure when you drift off, lulled to sleep by Auston’s voice and the steady beat of his heart, but you jolt awake when Steph slams the door open.

“Whoah!” she yells, surprised.

You sit up, tweaking your ribs slightly, and you wince. You feel Auston let go of you as he straightens. He yawns. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?!” Steph exclaims. “You tell me Auston. What are you doing sleeping with Y/N in her bed?”

“Oh, um,” he says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I can see how that might look.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Steph.” You shoot her a reprimanding look.

“I swear - it’s totally innocent, I just came to check up on her and she had fallen down and hit her ribs, so I stayed to make sure she was okay. And then I guess we fell asleep. I swear, nothing else happened, I would never take advantage-”

Steph smiles, shaking her head. “Auston, don’t worry - I believe you. And I’m not going to rat you out or anything, it just gave me a little shock to see a six foot-three guy sleeping in my room.”

“Oh, yeah.” He pauses, considering this. “That would be shocking.”

“Just a bit.” She shuffles around the room, grabbing some shorts and a workout tank top. “You coming to dryland?”

“Shit.” He sits up fully, carding a hand through his hair. “Is it that time already?”

“Yeah, I’m assuming you missed lunch then?”

“Yes. I was going to come over to check on Y/N and then grab something quickly. But I guess I missed that train.”

“Sorry,” you apologize.

Auston gives you a funny look. “Don’t say that, it’s my fault I fell asleep. I’ll be fine.” You hear his stomach rumble as he says this.

You raise an eyebrow. “I have granola bars if you want one.”

“Really?” His eyes light up. “I mean, yeah, I would love one.”

You stand up, and he immediately rushes over to you, grabbing onto your arms to steady you.

“Auston, let go, I’m not going to fall.”

“I don’t trust you.”

You tear yourself out of his hold. “I have a bruise, not a broken bone, relax.” He frowns, but you ignore him and rummage through your drawers until you pull out the pack of energy/protein bars you brought with you in case you ever got hungry after dinner and needed a snack.

“Chocolate, vanilla, or chocolate peanut-butter?”

“Peanut butter, please and thanks.”

You toss him the bar and he catches it easily. “Steph, you want one?”

“No thank-you,” she calls from the bathroom. She emerges a minute later, completely dressed for dryland. “You ready?” she nods at Auston.

He swallows the last of his protein bar. “Yup.”

Steph grabs her water bottle from her bed and heads out the door. Auston goes to follow her, but then mumbles about forgetting something, and jogs back over to you.

“What did you forget?”

“This,” he says, before bending down and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Stay safe - I’ll be back later,” he whispers in your ear and in the next moment he’s gone out the door.

[Part 10]


wrote a cheeky percabeth college au thing didn’t I

no warnings mates

Great. Annabeth thought as she finished climbing the subway stairs. Just great. In the ten minutes that she had been on the train, the rain had started to fall in droves, the roaring cars and towering buildings surrounding her becoming increasingly darker and greyer as damp hair fell in her face and stuck in the collar of her coat.

Annabeth rued the decision she had made that morning to bring her mythology books to campus for light reading, as she had just been handed a pretty hefty assignment and had no more space in her bag to safely stash the papers as she elbowed and sidestepped her way through the crowded city.

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Protect Her (Percival Graves x Reader)

Anon Request:  Can you do a Graves x reader where he saves you from someone and is just really protective and takes care of it and afterwards he’s still worried and wants to make sure you’re okay and comforts you? Protective graves just sounds too cute and there’s none out there ahh

AN//: This is my first story so I hope I do this prompt justice because it is so freaking adorable!! I am taking a quick break from ships to write this because it has been sitting in my inbox for about 4 hours now and I have been eyeballing it ahaha hope you enjoy!! words in italics are thoughts 

Word count: 1, 081

Warnings: None 

“Y/L/N Stay behind me at all times, last thing I need is you getting injured” Graves said, gesturing behind him. Graves wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he really cared about you, ever since you joined his Auror team he couldn’t tear his eyes of off you, you were so gorgeous and intelligent. He tries so hard to suppress his feelings for you since it went against MACUSA rules but every time you say his name his heart beats a little faster and he feels his breath being taken from him.

“Come on Mr Graves, you know I can handle myself. I wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t protect myself and others” You snap back at him, you always felt like he was babying you and even though you found it sweet it got tedious sometimes.

Suddenly 6 figures apparated in front of you, spells started flying every where. You start running towards a pillar to get some cover when all of a sudden you were pulled back and a spell flew right where you were about to run “This miss Y/L/N is why you stay behind me” Graves breathed out heavily, shaken up at almost losing you “Thank you sir but we need cover come on!” You exclaimed

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hear them whisper

Title: hear them whisper
Summary: “Got a good taste of that added flavor I mentioned?” he asks in a low voice. She can feel his warm breath on her neck and it does nothing to help her catch her own.

I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mutters, trying to ignore how closely his chest is pressed up against hers. She probably ought to have picked a wider alleyway to hide in, but seeing as her heart is pounding faster and faster beneath the dim glow of his luminous eyes, she really can’t be sure how much she regrets this.

(inspired by Taylor Swift’s song “I Know Places”)

Merry (late) Christmas!! This is my secret santa gift for @rosewoods1901! Merry Christmas, and I’m so, so sorry it was a day late. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

Special thanks to @miraculousstorytelling for looking it over, and of course, to the whole @mlsecretsanta team for putting this all together!! You guys all did an amazing job, and seriously, everyone go thank them. They worked hard.

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It happens whenever somebody sees what they were too careless to conceal—an intimate touch of the cheek, a soft brush of the hair, a lingering hold on her waistline. Like wolves they’d come out in the dead of night, ready to devour whatever moments their cameras could capture. Every once in a while, despite how well she knows every nook and cranny of Paris, Marinette would still find herself turning a corner only to be blinded by flashing lights. She knows it’s something she should be used to by now—she is famous after all—but it doesn’t make the experience of being bombarded by pesky civilians any less jarring.

Rumors always come and go, but this week—the week before Christmas, no less—the tabloids have been flooded by a single suggestive snapshot, a passing moment she didn’t realize would start another round of paparazzis lurking in between alleyways of the city.

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anonymous asked:

Joker+Harley x bruises? do with that what you will! ;) (doesn't have to be sexy times it could even be joker finds bruises on Harley or something like that hahaha)

Other Anon: Prompt: one night after date night joker finds scars &/or bruises &/or cuts &/or hickeys(idkk?) on Harley’s body (pick and choose what you want!) and he starts to freak out and be possessive and either thinks she’s cheating on him or demands to know who hurt her so he can end their life.

I already have a fanfic where Joker finds a bruise on Harley (x) So I modified these asks just a little.  

“Wow, what a view!” Harley gaped over Midway city, “Must be nice working on the 115th floor.” She whined, the penthouse she and Joker lived out was nice but you couldn’t see every building, every street, all the people walking on the ground looked like ants.

A gasp from beside her.

Harley snapped around, gun drawn she found no one.

The blonde’s eyebrows pulled together, confusion etched on her pretty pale face. She looked around the top floor of the ‘James LaCour’ building. Dead bodies littered the ground, blood pooling the nice wood from Harley’s rampage not a minute before. She had gone through ten men, to get to the millionaire CEO James LaCour. Only to find that no one sat behind the desk at the back of the wide room that now reeked of the dead. Harley’s adrenaline was still buzzing from the battle, her body singing for more murder.

LaCour owed her Joker money and Mr. J would get his money.

Harley looked for the source of the gasp, glancing over the dead men’s face to ensure that they were actually dead. No one was getting out of here alive.


A shadow moved just slightly from behind the desk, Harley walked around and saw a grown man crouching under his desk. A drawn pocket knife in his hand, he jumped when he saw Harley notice him.

“Please, don’t kill me.” He gasped, sweat dripping down his bald head.

Harley crouched down next to him, lifting one finger up to his face. She pulled out the photo of James LaCour that Frost had cut out of the newspaper. Harley glanced back and forth between the paper and the terrified man a few times before she clapped.

“Yahtzee!” Harley screeched, crumbling up the photo and threw it behind her, “It’s a match!” LaCour jumped at her sudden high pitch tone, “Hi, I’m Harley. I’m here on behalf of Mr. J, I believe you owe him some money.” She stuck out a hand to the horrified man.

“Y-yes,” He stammered, “It’s only a few days late. I was gonna give it to him by tonight. Please! I promise!”

Harley’s eyebrows rose, “Well as much as I’d love to sit here and talk like this, how about we get into a more comfortable position?” She asked suggestively, winking at him.

LaCour was still hiding under his desk and Harley was crouched beside him.

“Here,” She said, “I’ll even let ya sit in your chair.” She stood up and positioned the chair for him to sit. LaCour looked at her smiling face before shakily climbed into his chair and sitting down. “There, relax.” Harley whispered close to his ear.

Just like that chaos erupted. Harley drew her gun and pointed it at the CEO’s head. Every door on the top floor was opened at once, giant guns drawn behind their masked faces and nice suits. Harley laughed as Mr. J’s henchmen littered the room.

“Hi boys! Nice of you to join us!” Harley placed the gun back into her holster and walked around the desk. The man behind her whimpered. “Would two of you handle this?” Harley pointed a thumb at the sweating CEO. Two henchmen walked forward immediately and took hold of the man, one pointed a giant gun at his head. He groaned, whispering a prayer under his breath.

“Ms. Quinn,” Frost said still panting walked closer to Harley, “I have a request.”

Harley rolled her eyes, “What is it, Frosty?”

“Ms. Quinn, I request that you stay with us, please.” Frost begged, eyes on the floor. He knew not to look at her for too long, “I request that you stay close to us so we can storm the suspect together, please.”

She knew why he was requesting this, it was his job to make sure Harley didn’t walk out with a scratch on her when Mr. J wasn’t around. If she ran ahead, then he couldn’t look after her and his life would be on the line.

That’s why Harley ran ahead.

“That’s not how I see it, Frosty.” Harley frowned, wiping off her bloody knife on his tux sleeve, “How’d Mr. J like to hear that you put me in danger cause you couldn’t keep up?”

“He wouldn’t like to hear it, Ms. Quinn.” Frost sighed agreeing.

“That’s right.” Harley smiled at him, turning around and walking back towards the CEO, “Now what do we do with you?”

Just like that the CEO stupidly, bravely had a knife in his hand. The CEO lunged forward with the knife Harley jumped away so the knife didn’t end up across her neck, but it did scratch her upper arm. Through the sleeve of her nice brand new ‘DADDY’S GIRL’ red and black shirt. The henchmen immediately ripped the weapon out of his hand and forced him onto the floor, however, they knew better than to kill him.

Harley frowned touching the rip in the shirt, drops of blood running out of her arm. Then, she started to laugh this is gonna be even better show than I originally thought… the wound wasn’t bad, but Mr. J would see a severed arm.

“You’re so stupid.” Harley giggled, glancing at the blood coming out of her cut. The foolish man seemed to realize what he had just done. “Prepare him for puddin.”

After she said this, three henchmen were on the CEO. Pushing him against the wall and holding him there, the CEO had multiple guns on him quickly. Harley rose her phone to call Mr. J but not before getting one good hit with her bat into the CEO’s stomach.

“Mr. J?” Harley made sure to put on her sad, hurt voice. The Joker picked up on the second ring, Harley was told not to interrupt his fun,  happening in a lower floor of the building, unless there was an emergency.

“Spit it out, Harley.” His growled into the phone, she could almost feel his anger and she grinned wider.

“I think you should get up here, puddin.” She stared at the terrified CEO’s face, “Someone hurt me.”

The Joker roared with rage, she heard gunshots ringing out and bodies hitting the floor. As the gunshots grew closer, the CEO started to beg for his life. Apologizing repeatedly to Harley, saying he would raise the deal by two million, three million, ten million if she wanted. He just wanted to live. Harley ran a finger across her burning cut.

“I loved this shirt,” She pouted, ignoring the CEO’s pathetic attempts to stay alive. She wanted to be the one to kill the CEO for hurting her, but for the show it was worth it to wait for Mr. J. Harley heard a familiar laugh, footsteps, and more gunshots coming closer to the room Harley and the CEO were in.

“Puddin!” Harley voice broke, frowning, she held out her arm. The Joker was growling as he walked over to her, he didn’t take his eyes off the cut.  

“Let me see.” The Joker grasped her arm with rare care, her ran a gloved finger up the stream of blood running out of the knife wound.

“Am I gonna lose it?” She asked, tears coming to her eyes.

“No,” His eyes unblinking as his free hand grasped her chin and looked over her face, “Stay strong and I’ll make it up to you at home, pumpkin.” He growled, snapping his head around as he tried to control his anger. Harley giggled, excited.

Mr. J walked up to the CEO, charisma and anger radiating off of him as he drawled his gun. Joker kept strolling towards the sobbing man until he was right in his face, his gloved hands grasping his cheek.

“I’d like to set up an appointment.” Joker grinned at him. “Are you tied up?”

“Joker, I didn’t mean to!” LaCour cried, “I’ll give you a bonus! A giant bonus! Two times, five times, ten times more! How about that, Mr. J?” He begged, “I’ll give you ten million instead of just one! Just let me live.”

“Isn’t it so funny?” The Joker smiled, “The will to live. How the rat will continue to fight when it’s between the cats paws? How the gazelle will attempt to run after seeing the lion?”

“Fifteen million dollars!” The man shouted.

“How a human will still beg with the killer draws the gun?” He laughed lowly, his gun rising until it was under the CEO’s chin.

“Puddin, it stings!” Harley let out a small whine from behind Mr. J, she frowned as she held her arm. Her cry seemed to awaken the demon in the Joker.

With a sharp growl the CEO had a hole in his head from the bullet, his pathetic whimpering ended. The Joker killed the henchmen that held the CEO down too. It was their job to make sure the Queen didn’t have a scratch on her, they failed. Frost was spared only because he knew where to steal the dead CEO’s money. 

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Whistle While You Work (GotG Reader Insert)

Anon Request: Hggg do you think you could write something with Yondu and the reader? I’m not picky on what it’s about as long as it’s shhhhhippy. Maybe? Pretty please? Have a nice day!

Summary: Yondu teaches you how to use his Yaka Arrow

Warnings!: language (is that literally even a warning??)

Notes: it has literally been forever in the making since i posted a fic holy crap but i am working on a new supernatural series that i think you guys’ll enjoy (i’ll post more information on that soon) anyways, hope this was shippy enough for you!! that title was so cheesy oh my lord


“Listen here; it’s all in the jaw,” Yondu instructed, his calloused hand setting your mouth in place. You let him take the lead and relaxed yourself, listening to each one of his directions carefully. Any mistake could be deadly, as he warned earlier. A weapon of this caliber wasn’t easily wielded, but you were determined to master it.

Ever since he’d shown it off for the first time, you were utterly intrigued by Yondu’s own Yaka Arrow. Even though it was used to kill people, it was still interesting. The use of song to control something like that, well, you’d been dying to maneuver it yourself.

“This ain’t no weapon for a woman,” he’d boast. “Don’t want you chippin’ a fingernail.” You’d roll your eyes and try to inform him on how tough you actually were, but he’d still decline. ‘Fine,’ you thought, ‘I’ll figure it out for myself.’

Being a professional ravager, leather jacket and all, you were able to pick-pocket an arrow off of him at some point. Twiddling the item between your fingers, you inspected its golden color. The glowing red light that emitted from it was almost captivating. When you were done gawking over the arrow, you decided it was time to do some learning. You spent all day trying different pitches and tones to get the damn thing to work until your lips were sore. One last try, you took a deep breath and pursed your lips. The air that came out was cool and the sound was ear piercing. The arrow came to life for a second, gently floating in the air like a butterfly before it fell onto the floor.

“Yes!” you shouted, but quickly covered your mouth before anyone could hear you. You were giddy with excitement and tried multiple times to get the same reaction. Trying the same tactic again, the arrow responded with the same feedback. It wasn’t until the arrow had grazed your right earlobe and a shriek emitted from you that Yondu came to your rescue and was down your throat.

“Stinkin’ Terrans, always stickin’ their snouts into others people things. Little lady, do you realize what could’ve happened if I didn’t intervene?!” he shouted. You crossed your arms under your chest and huffed.

“Well, maybe if you’d just teach me, this wouldn’t have happened!” you tested. The other ravagers formed a small crowd and watched with amazement. You always stood up for yourself against Yondu, mainly because he wouldn’t do anything to you like he would the other men. You’d see him beat them to a pulp if they let out a peep. However with you, he’d just bark for a little bit and leave you alone. Everyone said it was because he had a soft spot for you ever since you become a part of their band of thieves. You knew it too, and you used that against Yondu himself to get him to do things for you.

“You better watch that sass, missy!” he slurred. “I could feed you to these hungry men. They ain’t never tasted no Terran before!” You rolled your eyes and shifted your weight on to one foot, your hands landing on your hips. This was a classic line of his.

“Oh please! You used that same line on Quill and no one ever hurt a hair on his pretty little head,” you defended. Peter Quill was a perfect example of Yondu’s favouritism. Even after that whole thing with the Infinity Stone, Yondu didn’t come after him. If it were someone else, they’d be on the back of a friggin’ milk carton. “Admit it, you love us Terrans!”

When Yondu didn’t answer, the other ravagers whooped and laughed at their commanders’ suddenly quiet demeanor. You smirked to yourself for shutting him up, for it was something rarely anyone could do.

“Shut your damn mouths!” he boomed, shutting up the whole crew instantly and even making you jump a little bit. He looked directly at you, his eyes trained hard on yours as he slowly sauntered closer to you. Each heavy step made a hard sound against the metal floors. When he was only a breath away, Yondu looked down on you, a scowl plastered on his face. Clenching your jaw, you refused to show any form of fear. With Yondu “One lesson. That’s it.”

“That’s all I need,” you smiled. He was unaffected, nevertheless, and rapidly gripped your shirt collar. Being caught off guard, you let out a little gasp as he lifted you to his face level. His teeth were barred and eyes narrowed. You knew he wouldn’t physically hurt you… or at least you hoped.  

“If you ever steal one of my arrows again, you’re gonna be served for dinner,” he gritted, his accent thick with anger. He paused, holding you in place for another second then let go. Yondu looked around toward the other crew members as if he was expecting them to read his mind. “Get lost ya damn rats! Don’t need a damn audience!”

With that, the ravagers left you alone with Yondu. You somewhat wished they would’ve stayed, just in case the blue man had another outburst. Witnesses are a good thing to have when a murder is committed.

Back in reality, you kept your jaw locked in place. Yondu held the arrow right in front of your face, the point directed away from you.

“Now, blow,” he directed.

“That can’t be it. I tried doing that like a million times!”

“Will you just shut your damn trap and listen to me!” he argued back. You sighed and licked your lips before putting your mouth back into the desired place. Inhaling through your nose, a consistent shrill noise came out. The arrow reacted by flying right into the wall across from the two of you, piercing a hole in it. You jump up and down and clapped like a little kid who’d just gotten a new toy. Yondu grinned a little, causing you to be even happier.You stated to go retrieve the weapon when he stopped you by grabbing your upper arm.


“You gotta get it from there,” he pointed at the arrow, “back to you only using those pretty lips of yours.” Heat rose to your cheeks, but you bit your lip and nodded. When you moved your mouth in the previous position, Yondu stopped you again.

“You gotta use different tones for different directions,” he explained. Yondu pursed his lips together a whistled a note that was almost an octave below the last one. The arrow moved back at a rapid rate and he caught it right in his hand. “Now you try.”

Copying his actions, you did it on the first try.

“My God, Darlin’, you’re a natural,” he cheered. You smiled proudly and went again, different directions and different tones just like he said.

Even though Yondu made it clear before that only one lesson would be granted, he’d practice with you everyday. Finally, he’d gotten you your own Yaka Arrow, one that you could use whenever and wherever you want.

It was amazingly fun. If any of the other ravagers made any sort of comments your way, you’d whistle a little tune and they be crying like babies. Especially Kraglin. Even though you could use the arrow entirely on your own, you’d still train with Yondu until you were just as good as him.

“Maybe even better,” he’d admitted once before.

anonymous asked:

More angst from the s/o who lost her leg from the attack! She struggles with her self-worth as she heals, feeling more and more like she's useless and pathetic, until one night it all come out when the boys notice how depressed she's been acting (I mean, one normally would when they go through something this traumatic, but Mako especially notices that something else is bothering s/o) so they sit down and talk with her.

‘You’re nothing but a hindrance.’

A part of you wished that your memories from that night had never returned, that complete amnesia would have been preferable to the constant replay your mind tortured you with. Stuck in tunnel. Ran back into the house. Scream at the door. Struggle with the door. Gets blocked in. Explosion. Pass out. You thought about it over and over and over again. What you could have done better, what you could have done right. You could have stayed in the hole, could have tried to dig further. You could have doubled back when you realized the door wasn’t budging. Or used the fucking tools that were in the backpack you’d forgotten about. You had personally been mentally persecuting yourself almost every minute of every day. You had plenty of time to do so.

‘You’re so fucking useless.’

Mako had rushed one of the trusted healers from Junkertown to the safehouse, you were put under and when you woke up you had a cleaned, professional incision. You woke up with a list of stretches and basic exercises that you had to perform, instructions on how to change your dressing and when you could start wearing your compression stockings. The emphasis that had been placed on not jolting or bumping your incision made a cool ball of nausea knot up in your stomach.

‘You’re a burden now.‘

Mako and Jamie refused to leave you on your own for the first two weeks or so. It was fortunate that this safe home was a one-story house; an abandoned building from before the Omnium explosion. They treated you like you were porcelain, gingerly picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom or living room or kitchen. If one had to go out, the other would stay at your side to ensure you weren’t ever left alone. You couldn’t look them in the eyes anymore; you could see that worried concern, the nervous anxiety over your health. What’s worse is the guilt that lingered in all of them; them for not protecting you and you for completely destroying the sense of normalcy that you all had by not being strong enough.

‘All you’ll ever do is impede them.’

You stared listlessly at the wall, your fingers dragging up and down your right thigh absent-mindedly. It had been three months, or so said Jamie, he celebrated all your milestones with an excited, emphatic grin. Three weeks to heal was a hoop of joy, a month until you were able to hop on one foot if one of them supported you, a month and a half since they had built you a hands-free crutch. A week after that since you hadn’t fallen or tripped over the table.  You couldn’t really tell though, time had begun to blur together for you, some days dragging painfully slow while other times several days would pass in a blink.

You had lost all sense of appetite; no conscious thought of hunger really crossing your mind. If your boys didn’t bring you meals, you would make no conscious effort to try and eat. If they didn’t get you up to exercise and helped you with your stretches, you would not get out of bed. You had absolutely no willpower to do so, the crushing weight of culpability dragging you further and further into an ocean of melancholia.

‘Why didn’t you do better?’

You couldn’t see Mako’s eyes on you, couldn’t see the concern that filled his brown eyes. Jamie was helping you walk around on your hands-free crutch, you held onto his hand as he skipped backwards, trying to help you move faster. Your swelling had completely subsided and they taken your measurements and had acquired (aka stolen) a prosthesis for you from the Vishkar Corporation. But while you had healed physically, something was off with you mentally, spiritually. Jamie told his jokes, bragged about how for Halloween this year you all could be pirates and he’d get you a pegleg to match his own. You laughed but it was empty, mirthless, the smile on your lips not reaching your eyes.

Whenever he or Jamison had picked you up or helped you bathe or reminded you to exercise, your voice would go soft and your eyes would drop. ‘I’m sorry’ had become your most spoken phrase despite being told you had absolutely nothing to apologize for. Whenever either one of them showed you affection, you’d look like you tear in two; shrinking completely away from them or clinging desperately to them as if they might disappear. Mako watched you as your hands squeezed Jamison’s ridiculously tight for a moment as he praised you before your eyes dropped to the floor once again. You bottom lip quivered for a moment before you gulped and looked back up at the demolitionist with a melancholic grin.

‘They’re going to get tired of you. You don’t fight. You can’t even protect yourself. They’re going to hate you. You deserve to be hated.’

Tears welled up in your large eyes as you gulped hard again, trying to force them back down before either of the men noticed. You jumped as Mako’s hand touched your back, the tears that you had been trying to force back rolling down your cheeks. Gasping you snatched your hands away from Jamison before he could say anything to you, flinching away from the both of them.



You pressed both of your hands hard against your lips, catching the sobs that threatened to tumble out, folding in on yourself. They weren’t supposed to see this. They were already suffering so much because of you and your weakness. You had absolutely no right showing that you were hurting when you had caused it yourself. Your shoulders shook as your knees lost all their strength, sliding to the floor, mentally admonishing your failings. Mako and Jamison stared at your prone

“Darl what’s wrong”, Jamison asked, his scratchy, high voice thick with worry. He reached for you, placing his hand against your back.

“No”, you screamed, jumping away from him as if his touched burned you. “Stop it!”

Jamison hopped back, yanking his hand away from your skin and looking at you then at Mako, concern splayed on his easily readable face. Your hand was unable to stifle the next sob that bubbled from your throat, your head touching the ground. You were horrible. All they had done was help you despite your baneful effects on their lives and heisting careers. All they had done was care about you. And you had lashed out, unable to even fake that you were okay for their sakes. Your hands slid away from your mouth, wrapping around your arms tightly as you released every ounce of anguish that your soul had been soaking in.

Mako’s strong hands wrapped around your body, his deft fingers undoing your crutch before he lifted you off the ground. You struggled against him, hands pushing hard yet pointlessly against his chest, wiggling in his hold. The sound of your body-racking sobs filled the living room, your shouts of ‘no’ and ‘stop’ falling on deaf ears.You could feel him sit again, this time in his chair, Jamison quickly sitting on one of the arms, rubbing your back as Mako held you tight.

“Let me go”, you begged, the shaking words holding a double meaning. “Please just let me go.”

“No”, Mako stated bluntly, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “Talk to us.”

You began shaking your head hard, repeating ‘let me go’ over and over and over until he cupped your face. His thumb pushed away your tears as you hiccuped painfully, Jamie’s hand smoothing down your hair. Why were they comforting you like this? Why didn’t they understand that you didn’t deserve this? Trying to calm your rapid breathing, you swallowed hard several times before lifting your eyes to look at both of them again.

“You need to let me go”, you said as your voice quivered. “I…I am ruining your lives.  I’m like this because I c-couldn’t even pr-protect myself. You…you haven’t been able to go on a heist in m-months. And y-you feel bad for me ending up like this b-but you did all you could. A-all I’m doing is slowing you down. Y-you deserve better. Better than some s-stupid stupid girl wh-who can’t even pick up a weapon! I’m…w-w-worthless. G-g-get you someone better…please…just let me go.”

“Well that’s just stupid”, Jamison blurted out, your head twisting to face him in confusion. Mako shot him a glare over your head which he shot right back before looking at you. “Darl, we love ya too much ta just let ya go! You’re our girl! You don’t needta protect us, that’s what WE got the gun for! Plus who else is gonna put up with us lovable losers!”

“And you’re this way because of those fuckers that ambushed us”, Mako growled, his brow furrowing as old anger rose to the surface as he hugged you tighter. “This is not on you. We aren’t hurtin’ for money, times off been nice and relaxin’. Plus I get to spend it with my pet and ‘Rat, no times being wasted when I get time with you.”

You shook your head as they spoke to you, wanting to reject what they were saying but feeling them began to soothe your soul like a salve. Your panicking breaths had given way to soft, whimpering tears, your hands pushing tears away from your face. Deep in your soul you knew the true root of your heartbreak over all of this. You didn’t want to lose them. You didn’t want to push them away and scare them off with your crippling feelings of failure. You were so scared of what the future held with such a radical bodily change. There was so much fear in your heart and you didn’t know how to handle it or what to do without chasing them away.

“I’m so scared”, your words barely rose above a whisper, your throat trying to close off the words. “I’m so so so scared….I’m going to ruin this. I’m going to lose you…all I hear all the time is that….is that I deserve to feel this way because I’m a failure.”

“Shhh”, Jamie said, pressing several kisses against the back of your head, winding his arms around your shoulder and squeezing you tight. “Nope, gonna take a crowbar to pull us offa ya sweetie.”

“We’re not going anywhere”, Mako stated, pressing a kiss to your forehead making you start to weep again. “Love you too much, you’re stuck with us now.”

Your shoulders shook as you began to cry once more, their affectionate and loving words and actions slewing the first layer of pain away.

“No secrets remember”, Jamison stated matter-of-factly to you.

“Talk to us we’re here for you”, Mako finished off for him.

“…thank you.”

The Wedding Part 2 - Smut.

Author: mystic-biscuit

Rating: 18+ NSFW - Explicit Smut

Words: 2883

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Notes: Actual sexy time! and some drama at the end!

PS, I’m pretty sure this isn't a picture of Dylan, but it looks like him and it goes with the chapter so i’m using it. Sue me.

PPS, If it is him, god damn. Lucky photographer.

It was almost 12 in the afternoon when you wake up. You’re immediately hit with a pounding headache when the events of last night flood your mind.

You had texted Dylan before bed, but he hadn’t responded. You had hoped he would have sent something by now; you were starting to worry that he may have regretted what had happened the night prior. You toss your phone back onto the bed. Deciding to ignore it and forget it happened. You convince yourself that avoiding him would be the best thing to do.

Startled from the chime of your phone. You quickly scoop it up, hoping that it was him.

Julia [11:58am]: Morning sunshine. Everyone is down at the buffet for brunch. How about you come and grace us with your presence.

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Merry Christmas, Ya Filthy Animal

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Pairing: past Sam x Jess, Sam x Reader
Word count: 3,367

Part 15 of Chocolate Cupcakes

After Halloween, it seemed like time was racing by, not only getting closer to the holidays but the twins birthday was coming up at the beginning of December. You were starting to feel cranky because of the cast, so thankfully a week before Thanksgiving, the doctor finally put your leg in a walking cast.

It felt so good to walk out of his office that you almost danced instead. “This feels great!” You exclaimed. “Now I can help your mother with Thanksgiving dinner and I can play with the kids more, and more importantly, I can play with you again.” You pulled Sam by his tie closer so you could wrap your hands behind his head and kiss him.

His hands moved to your hips and he held you tight. “Oh, I plan on playing…” Sam smirked, the two of you having decided to stick to making out and such. Sex hadn’t been on the table since you left the hospital. Most nights you just wanted him close by. You were getting a bit antsy.

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A Court of War and Starlight: Part 43

(Read: Part I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV | XVI | XVII | XVIII | XIX | XX | XXI | XXII | XXIII | XXIV | XXV | Nessian I | XXVI | XXVII | XXVIII | Elucien I | XXIX | XXX | XXXI | XXXII | XXXIII | XXXIV | XXXV | Elucien II | XXXVI | XXXVII | XXXVIII | Nessian II | XXXIX | XL | Feyrhys I | XLI | Elucien III | XLII | XLIII | Elucien IV | Nessian III | XLIV | XLV | XLVI | Elucien V | Azriel I | XLVII | XLVIII | XLIX | L | Elucien VI | Moriel I | LI | LII | LIII | LIV | LV | LVI | LVII | LVIII | LIX | LX | LXI | Nessian IV | LXII | LXIII | LXIV | LXV | LXVI | LXVII | LXIII | LXIX | LXX | LXXI | LXXII | LXXIII | LXXIV | LXXV | Epilogue )


Rhys and I sat beside each other, watching the party for a while before Rhys summoned Keir to give his reports. Neither of us really listened–instead, Rhys traced his fingers along the inside of my palm where it rested on the arm of my throne. My throne. It was still hard to wrap my head around it. Thought I didn’t listen to Keir, I kept my eyes fixed on him the whole time, a feline smile on my face as his outrage slowly built inside him. He was lucky we weren’t getting up to our tricks from last time–though it was certainly on both of our minds.

Keir sulked back into the crowd, casting glares at me the whole time, and I blew him a kiss. His lips curled and I grinned.

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alive - black hole au

warning: angst (at least that was the goal lol), nasty injuries

pairing: jongho

rating: pg-13 (implied violence)

I was gonna write a drabble for this prompt that linnhe sent me. Then I made a whole new AU set in space in my head and this happened…. I have no self control omg.

Hopefully this is sad. I was going for sad….

i title all my shit after shinee songs bc i suck at titling stuff and i’m shinee trash :D

The hospital machinery droned in Minho’s ear, but it was nothing he couldn’t tune out after years of piloting a craft. His hand grazed the back of Jonghyun’s. Had he always felt this fragile? A beep sounded, and Minho stiffened momentarily as medicine began to pump into Jonghyun’s prone form.

A beep was all the warning they had had four months ago. It was supposed to be a patrol mission in controlled territory. He had gotten too lax. He had gotten too comfortable. His eyes slid closed. They had been in Sector Q1010, a small asteroid field. Jonghyun was riding gunner like always. They had done this hundreds of times before. They had swept the area two days ago. The alarm went off on the last pass. They came out of nowhere. Three of them. Minho only barely rolled the craft to avoid the Tragthar fire. Minho and Jonghyun were a skilled team, but so were these life forms. They drew Minho into a now painfully obvious trap. Jonghyun shouted through the radio to not pursue into the asteroid but-

He slammed his fist on his knee, trembling as the bursts of fire that ripped through the ship exploded behind his eyes. Jonghyun had taken worse damage than him as the explosive tore through the back of the craft. The body in front of him was short a leg and much of his skin was still heavily bandaged to let the skin grafting heal.

It had taken Minho four months to be well enough to stumble over to Jonghyun’s bedside. Four months later his partner hadn’t woken up.

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Soft Sympathy (part 1)

Summary:Gabriel leaves the reader thinking it would be safer for her that way but realizes he was wrong for leaveing her side when he runs into her at, while on a case.

Characters: Gabriel x reader, Sam x Dean x Reader (friendship) Lucifer x Reader.

Word count: 2,691

Warnings: a little fluff , a little angst, a lot of language.

Your name: submit What is this?

You laid there in bed snuggled up with gabriel. You two didn’t get to spend much time together anymore. Times were tough, and you had to learn to enjoy the simple things in life like this. With Lucifer rising and the world possibly coming to end you didn’t get much rest either. Normally you avoiding hunting. It was the nightmare of your childhood and, lucky you managed to find your way out, for a while.

You looked up from gabriel’s chest to see his face. He was staring at the wall so concentrated in his thoughts. Even Though he would try his best to keep quiet about it, you could tell that all of this was getting to him. His hand was lying loosely on the bed. Trying to comfort him, you reached for his hand and held on to it tight.

“When I was growing up, my dad and I traveled around a lot never staying in one place at time because it was to dangerous. We moved from town to town hunting demons all across the country. I was scared. I never saw the world the same way. It would haunt me every night. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t talk, I couldn’t even defend myself, but you know what, My dad would tell me everyday that, everything is gonna be okay, because I will always be there. No matter what happens.”

The story you were telling caught gabriel’s attention. As you pushed away from his chest to sit up on his lap so you could see his face. You looked at him, now holding both of his hands in a tight grip, and gazing into his beautiful golden eyes. “And I am here to tell you this now, That I will always be there. No matter what, because you may think you can do all of this on your own, Gabe, but I can see how much it’s hurting you, and it kills me. I can’t stand seeing you like this. So please stop doing this to yourself. I am right here. You’re not alone in this.”

Gabriel was silent for a minute. He thought he could keep all of this at bay, he never realized it was bothering you just as much as him. “I love you, (Y/N), so much, and I can’t risk you getting hurt. Lucifer will do everything in his power to get to me. I can’t risk losing you.”

The Idea of Gabriel losing you was more pain Hell could make anyone feel. You still sat there on his lap, looking at the Angel. “I’m never leaving you.” You said leaning in for a soft kiss. He slowly released his hands and wrapped his arms around you tight never wanting to let go.


“An Elephant, like a full on Elephant?” Sam asked, as the three of you walked in the lobby.

“Yes, like full babar.”

“So what is-” Sam stopped and looked around the empty lobby in confusion. “Where is everybody?” You walked over to the front door and reached your hand to open it.

“Locked.” You said in a sigh.

“So what? The roaches check in, they don’t check out?” Dean said

“Think about how we got here, That detour on i90. The freaking hurricane.”

“You saying we were led here?” You asked sam stepping away from the locked door.

“Like rats in a maze.”

The three of you searched the rest of the hotel and cut through the kitchen. It was empty, too empty. Nothing seemed right. You walked further into the kitchen and found a boiling pot on the stove. Dean reach for the stir spoon.

“Please be tomato soup. Please be tomato soup.” Dean pleaded.

The three of you looked away in disgust as an eye ball rose to the top of the boiling blood pot.

“Motel Hell.”Dean said sarcastically. Sam sighed at dean’s comment. He looked away and noticed something. There was the door to the freezer at the other end of the room. Sam leaned down and looked into small dark window on the door, When a man hit the window from the other side causing Sam to jump back.

“Help us!” He screamed Sam dove for the knob. He kept turning and turning it  but it wouldn’t open. “Hurry up!” Dean said checking his pockets for his lock pick. “Its-” Sam started but stopped and stared right behind you and Dean. “There’s somebody behind us, isn’t there.”


The men shoved the three of you through the double door of the dinner. There was a Large table in the middle of the room. As everyone from the hotel, and even more stood around it. They were all wearing name tags, but they were the names of Gods, like Ganesh, Odin, and Kali and many more.

“Something tells me this isn’t a shiner convention.” Dean said.

The short dark haired man known as mercury walked in with a rolling cart. “Dinner is served.” He said. He pulled of the lid to the plate to reveal a man’s head. Everyone but, You, Sam, and Dean applauded. There was a man standing next to Kali, his name tag read Baldur.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Our guests of honour have arrived .” Baldur said. “Thank you for coming” he continued As everyone took their seats  and two men pulled up some chairs for you, Sam and, Dean.

“All my centuries I never thought I’d see this. This many Gods under one roof.” Baldur continued.

“Gods?” Sam whispered to you nervously. Sam and Dean both looked at you from both sides. The three of you were completely ignoring what baldur had to say, and were trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

“Now, before we get down to brass tacks, Some ground rules. No slaughtering each other, curb your wrath. Oh and, uh, keep your hands off the local virgins. Were trying to keep a low profile here.”

“We are so screwed.” You whispered to Sam and Dean.

“We all know why we’re here. The Judeo-Christian apocalypse looms over us. I know we all had our little disagreements in the past, but the time has come to put those aside and look toward the future. Because if we don’t we won’t have one. Now we do have two very valuable  bargaining chips, Michael and Lucifer’s vessel’s. The third we can call desert.”

You sat uncomfortably in between Sam and Dean. “You wouldn’t be able to get a damn finger on me even if you tried.” You said anger rising. “You mean nothing to us, and I will do as I please!” Baldur spat back at you from across the room. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“(Y/N), relax, before you get us all killed!” Dean whispered violently. “I can’t tell, whether its bravery or stupidity.” Baldur continued.

“Why don’t we kill all of them” A larger man stood up and asked angrily.

“I don’t like this.” Sam whispered back.

“Kill them? Why? “ another man asked. “So the angels here can bring them back again.”

“I don’t know what everybody is getting so worked up about, This is just a couple of Angels having a slap fight.” Odin said.

Odin and the other man continued to fight from across the table drawing everyone’s attention you signaled both Sam and Dean to try and escape. The Three of you slowly got out of your chairs and tried to make your way to the door. When the chandelier had fallen from the ceiling inches away from your feet.

“Stay” Kali said standing from her seat. The three of you turned back toward the Gods around the table everyone was either watching you or kali. “We have to fight. The archAngels the only thing they understand is violence.”  Kali continued “This ends in blood there is no other way. It’s them or us.”

Mercury began to speak up. “with all due respect ma’am. We haven’t even tried talking to them.”

Kali gave him a death stare, but more concentrated than just anger. Mercury  began to choke and cough  up his own blood.

“Kali!” Baldur Called her to stop. “Who asked you?” She said simply. The doors open from behind you. “ can’t we all just get along?” You heard the familiar voice call from behind you.

“Gab-” you tried saying but, could not longer speak.

“Sam, Dean , (Y/N), always wrong place worst time.” Gabriel said.  He looked at you and knew you were already pissed. “I’ll explain later.” He said to you telepathically.

“Loki.” Baldur spat once again. “Baldur good seeing you too.” Gabriel said.

“Why are you here?’ Kali asked. “To talk about the Elephant in the room, not you!” He said to man sitting in his seat. “ The apocalypse, we can’t stop it, but first thing first. The adults need to have a little conversation.” And with the snap of his fingers the three of you were gone. You appeared in a room in the hotel. Sam and Dean were nowhere to be found. You walked to the door of the room and tried to open it. “Fucking locked!” You whispered aggressively. You turned  and saw Gabriel had appeared in the room.

“What the hell was that!”

“I can explain later I need to get you out of here.”

“No! Now.” you demanded anger rising. “It’s been months! Months since I last saw you! I just wake up and you’re gone! And now you decide to show up!”

“It wasn’t safe! I had to leave to protect you!” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, look how that worked out. With by my side or not I will always be in danger!” You crossed your arms and stepped back avoiding his eye contact. He always made it so hard to stay mad at him. “(Y/N), I’m sorry I should have-”

“Let’s just get out of here.” You said turning away from him.


You were once again being shoved through the dinner doors .

“How long have you know?” Gabriel asked Kali.

“Long enough.” Kali replied.

“How’s the recuse going?” Dean asked sarcastically.

“Well surprise, surprise. The trickster has tricked us.” Kali said “ your mine now, and you have something I want.” She sat down on Gabriel’s lap, and you were ready to punch this bitch. As she reached in his jacket and pulled out his Angel blade. Your eyes widen with fear.

“An ArchAngel’s blade.” She said. “ From the ArchAngel Gabriel.” She stood up and backed away from him. “ Okay, Okay! So I got wings, Like kotex, But that doesn’t make me any less wrong about Lucifer.” Gabriel said. “ You can’t beat him, I’ve skipped ahead I’ve seen how this story ends.”

“Your story, not ours” Kali spat. “ you think you can rip the planet apart, you’re wrong.There are billions of us, we were here first, and if anyone gets to end this world, it’s me.” She said lowering to Gabriel who sat in the chair. As she rest her hand on the side of his face.  “I’m sorry.” She said sticking the blade into his stomach.

“NO!” You screamed as Sam held you back. You turned away as the light shined out of him and tears started  to stream down your face. “They can die. We can kill Lucifer.” Kali said.

“I’m gonna kill you for this you Bitch!” You continued to scream as Sam held a tighter grip to keep you attacking her. “Looks like she more valuable than we thought. I never knew the Angel had a lover.”

“Didn’t you know it was never going to work, your a human, mortal. What’s that to him?” Kali asked.

“Alright! You primitive screwheads, Listen up.” Dean began as he rose out of his seat. “Are you out of your mind?” Sam asked.

“Out of options. Now on any other given day I’d be giving my damnedest to, uh, kill you flithy, murdering chimps, but, uh , hey.. Desperate times. So even though I’d love nothing better to slit your throats, you dicks. I’m gonna help you. I’m gonna help you Ice the devil.”

Sam had let go of you and you both stared at the idiot you called Dean, in shock.


“Come everybody let’s go. Lets go!” You and dean both called out. You decided to help everyone out of the hotel with dean you couldn’t stand being in that room for another second. “Psst! Dean, (Y/N)! Over here!” You turned to see Gabriel in the car “what the hell?” You said.

“Don’t look at me act natural! Get in the car!” The two of you shared looks and headed toward the impala.

“Man there is nothing natural about this-”

“I thought you were dead!” You said, relieved that he wasn’t, but still angry.

“You think I’d give Kali my real sword? That thing could kill me.” Gabriel said. You and dean looked at each other with confused looks, and then back at Gabriel. “Then what do they have in there?”  Dean asked.

“A fake, made it out of a can of diet orange slice.” You smiled and turned away from his gaze, trying to cover it with your hand.

“So uh, go snag our blood would ya.”

“Our what?” You and Dean both asked.

“Our blood so we can get out of here. I heard you in there dean. Kali likes you. You can get close. Lift the plasma then we vamoose.”

“No, Hand over the blade. Better yet why don’t you sack up and help us take down Lucifer.” Dean said anger rising in his voice.

“You can’t be serious?”


“Gabe, it’s the best Idea we have.” You said.

“Well if they wanna jump off a cliff they can go ahead, but I’m blowing jonestown, and (Y/N), you’re coming with me.” Gabriel said

“Excuse me, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m not gonna run from this.”

“He could kill you, (Y/N), Please-”

“Than at least I tried to do something!” You shouted. You left the car leaving Gabriel in Dean.

You couldn’t believe that after all of this time he was just gonna take off again.


The lights started to flicker in the dining room. “Whats happening?” Baldur asked looking around the room in confusion. “He’s here.” You said looking up at the lights too. You heard the screams of the people outside the room.

“Sam, Dean good to see you again.” Lucifer said as he entered the room. You were standing in between Sam , and Dean when they pushed you back away from Lucifer.

“And you must be (Y/N), I’ve heard so much about you.” He continued.

Baldur took a step forward. “You think you won the planet. What gives you the right!” He shouted starting toward Lucifer ready to attack. Without hesitation Lucifer punched his hand right through his stomach as Baldur began to bleed out and fell on the floor dying.

“No one gives us the right, we take it.”

Kali’s arms began to light up in flames. She raised her arm and sent a Wave of fire at him. Immediately you, Sam and Dean dove over the table to take cover.

“Are you ok?” Sam asked the two of you .

“Not really.” Gabriel answered “ better late than never, huh?”

Gabriel dove over the table, standing right in front of Lucifer. “Lucy, Im home.”

Kali stood up next to gabriel “go!” He said. You, Sam and Dean got up from behind the table. Making your way toward the door that sam and dean had just made it out of. The doors slammed right in front of your face, You turned back see Lucifer had appeared right behind you. “but, this one should stay, I like you, Honestly, I can see way you like her so much.”. He spun you around and held you in a headlock with his blade to your throat. “There’s just something different.” He continued.

“Let her go!”

“Whatever you say.” Lucifer said closer to your ear. As he slit your throat with the blade. You felt the your body hit the hard floor, and heard Gabriel’s screams and felt his pain even after death.