but the rest seem to fit well

Bestowed upon by Japan’s native son. The successor of the sword. ALL. HAIL. SAMURAI. ASHI 

Been wanting to do some thing like this for a while after watching the season. I took some time away from the divide and stepped outside the romance that was created by the fandom  to really look at the story and honestly, it seems to be a story of generations and a story of children. I honestly think the most beautiful end to this story is for Jack and the Scotsman to rest and celebrate in a quest and life well lived and fought for and let their daughters take up the sword. I truly believe Ashi is now pure of heart and will be Jack successor.

What a beautiful and fitting way to end the series with people who watched it as kids now watching it with their own. 
These last 3 episodes are truly the determining factor and I have faith it’s going to be a story of redemption, tragedy, and YES love. Maybe not the love story that’s preferred, but just as powerful. 

Makeup Marichat May, Day 11. Age-up Marinette!

Title: Change
Word Count: 1,934

It’d been a while since he really saw her last. After they’d gone off to university, he’d had a hectic schedule that didn’t allow him much time to socialize with his friends from middle school or high school. Plus, with Nino away in Spain, and Alya’s web journalism internship they hardly had a chance to all get together.

Seeing her now, sitting on her balcony quietly consumed in sketching, Chat Noir was hit with an overwhelming wave of nostalgia.

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Bubble Bath with Negan

For Ash’s 2k writing challenge! As you can probably guess by the title, I chose the bubble bath prompt. I hope you all enjoy reading it, and let me know what you think! Also, I’m not sure why on some, the “keep reading” thing isn’t visible. So if you can’t see it, just go to my blog. The full post is there. 😉

Summary: Negan has been stressed out lately, so you decide to give him a night of relaxation… ;)

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Swearing, Unprotected Sex.

Characters: Negan & You

Words: 1977

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Living at the sanctuary was usually great. Most everyone here got along pretty well, with the exception of a few ungrateful workers. As one of Negan’s wives, you had no right to complain. Life was pretty much as great as it could be, given the circumstances. Negan and the Saviors had found you in the woods one day, half out of your mind and very sick. They brought you back, gave you a place to stay, food, medicine, and well, exactly what it’s called. They gave you a sanctuary.

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Break a Little - Part Two

Summary: You work with Dean to try and find Sam, but there is something off about Dean

SERIES MASTERLIST

Jill’s Masterlist

Characters: Alpha!Reader, Beta!Sam, ??!Dean

Pairings: Alpha!Reader x ??!Dean

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: language, fighting, self hate, a/b/o dynamics, no smut yet but there will be some eventually ;)

A/N: This is my first A/B/O series and I would love any feedback. I took some creative leeway on some of this. A special thanks to @district-12-erudite , @ikeneasul11 and @sai-kida134 for beta-ing this for me and giving me great feedback. Also thank you @sofreddie for being so amazingly supportive

Dean doesn’t move.

“Are you gonna let me in?” You sigh.

He still doesn’t budge.

“Listen, I’m not thrilled about this either. Your little brother never exactly mentioned you were an alpha too. But I’m here to help, so let me the fuck in or tell me to get lost.” You growl, aware that people might be staring out their windows by now with how long you’ve been standing there.

Confusion crosses his face for a second and then he clears his throat, “Alright, come in.”

He moves to the side, looking left and right before shutting the door and locking it. You take in the room, the newspaper clippings pinned to the wall and red yarn connecting them to places on the map. It doesn’t take you very long. “You were hunting some vamps.”

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i’ve been sitting on this question for a very long time because it was so hard to answer! the voltron team are a very military-organised squad in contrast to the quantic team’s (i assume) more lax, untrained, ragtag style, so it’s been a challenge trying to figure out how to fit them into more organised roles.

  • allegra pilots black lion, which was the hardest choice to make between her and bridgette, but she seems separate enough from the rest of the kids (i.e. the bro duo of claude and allan/the potentially-romantic duo of felix and bri) to command everyone’s respect; as well as reserved, sensible and capable enough to manage a team when working together without argument is essential.

  • felix pilots red lion, a role which prides itself on instinct over skill in its handling of the fastest and most temperamental of the lions. despite being sharp-edged and self-isolated from the rest of the team, felix is highly capable and vital to the group dynamic as well as being a strong second-in-command (although it’s unlikely anyone else will listen to him).

  • claude pilots green lion; translating his shadow powers into its strengths of creativity and stealth. claude is the go-to paladin for creative problem-solving and enemy evasion during battle, making him their strongest team member on the defensive. while he scraps with felix more often than not, their positions in the arms allow for a degree of instability impossible to maintain between any other lions.

  • bridgette pilots blue lion, often considered the heart of voltron for its benevolence. bri is the most emotionally open team member and the friendliest towards new faces - and while she could also make a strong leader in black lion, blue lions allows her space to embrace her softer side.

  • last but not least, allan pilots yellow lion - voltron’s loyal powerhouse. allan is gentle and compassionate among his friends while being a heavy hitter in battle in order to protect them. next to bridgette, allan helps to hold up the rest of the team as the sturdy legs of voltron and seals everyone together. 

i tried to be as creative as possible with these while also avoiding slapping any of the quantic kids in a colour already familiar to them! i hope my choices come across well, please let me know what you think!! ヽ(・ω・ゞ)

rogers’ swan (AO3)

G, 1900 words

“Maybe he’s a bit mad, finding more pleasure in speaking to a bird than with people. It’s not as if she speaks back to him. But she doesn’t walk away and that’s better than he can say for most humans he’s known in his life.”

(a.k.a the fic i wrote as follow-up to this post… IT’D BE CUTE RIGHT? anyway this isn’t spec, just wishful thinking on my part to explain Emma’s absence in the S7 curse)

Officer Rogers considers himself a kind enough person. He may not be good at socializing, and he certainly has no idea how to act around women, but it’s not as if there’s much he can do about it. It’s just not who he is; though, oftentimes he has to wonder if his true self is resting somewhere deep inside, waiting for some grand change in circumstances that might awaken him.

It’s a foolish thought. He knows well enough it’s just because he doesn’t try hard enough to be normal, to fit in. At least, that’s what his father would say if he were still around. But he also knows that despite his awkward nature, it’s really no excuse for how often his coworkers seem to talk about him behind his back.

This was the fifth time that he could remember hearing them planning an after-work trip to the pub down the street in the past month.

Don’t invite Rogers. He’ll just bring us all down.”

“Good idea. He’d just make a mess of things, clumsy bastard.”

“The guy doesn’t know the meaning of a good time.”

For whispering, they were all rather loud. He showed no outward signs he’d heard them, taking his outcast status with as much grace as he could. Suffice it to say, he’d never been invited. He’s certain he never will be.

But no matter, he forces himself to think. It’s not as if I’d enjoy their company, anyway.

Instead of lingering on the fantasy of what he’d do if he had been asked to join them ­– come out of his shell; be charming and sociable; make lifelong friends for his cheerful and upbeat attitude (what a joke) – he changes out of his poorly fitted uniform and into his jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie.

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Stereotypical (5) first date

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, implied smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: Here’s the first date! Hope you enjoy! xxx

Oh, that feeling of your heart skipping a beat and your stomach flipping at the sound of the doorbell.. it’s been a while. But tonight is your first date with Bucky, as he’s now forced you to call him, and you’re excited. After that talk with him, after him asking you if he could court you, you’re incredibly excited and intrigued to see what he’s got up his sleeve.

He’s taking you out to dinner, called two days in advance to confirm —again— and give you notice that it’ll be something formal. So, evening wear required.

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Stay With Me // Ten Chittaphon

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the prompt: Can you write a prince!ten fluffy scenario??

words: 4968

category: angst + fluff, prince!au

warnings: night terrors and mentions of death (nothing rlly graphic)

author note: this is literally my fourth or fifth attempt (I lost count lol) of trying to write this fic. but it’s finally finished and I’m proud of the result. I hope you guys like it as well! (he’s so handsome i’m crying i love my bias)

- destinee

Originally posted by tenchittaphonsnose

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Full of Suprises

Gif Not Mine :)

Hello, my lovely friends, I’m back with another one-shot courtesy of an anonymous prompt submitted by one you beautiful people. Since my birthday is coming up and I’m a bit selfish I decided to finally write this. And here starts the apology for this being so late. I believe this prompt was sent to me a little bit before my hiatus so if the author of this prompt is reading this I hope I did it justice and I’m terribly sorry that it is so late and I do hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Can I have a request where it’s the readers birthday, and for some reason her ex thinks its okay for him to show up with a new girl, the avengers are pissed, reader is upset, and Steve comforts her while the others deal with her ex? Smooches! xx 

Word Count: 2,372

A single knock rap against the door of your small apartment, however, it goes unnoticed by you as you sluggishly begin to craft a basic breakfast. You start by cracking a couple of eggs in a small purple bowl quickly mixing the yokes with the egg whites. Placing the mixed eggs in a large saucepan, you set out to make your favorite cheese and bacon omelet.

“You know you really ought to keep your doors lock, Brooklyn can be a scary place.” Your closest friend Steve chuckles from behind you. “Wouldn’t want the birthday girl to be robbed on her very special day.”

“Steve, we talked about this…”

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Is Chris Pratt a feedee??? Because he seems well fed lately

The actor was spotted in Hawaii sporting a noticeable belly

Chris Pratt was spotted in Hawaii looking very different as we all remember him from his recent movies. His abs are gone and instead he got a firm and round belly. Seems that he’s not returning to old Chris fat all over, he got the beefy look (a ball gut with a muscled frame).

Is well known that his body transformation from fat to fit strengthened his career in Hollywood, but also that his wife Anna Faris prefers her “fat husband” as he has stated. Chris Pratt once said about his wife “She likes abs, but she likes her fat husband better, because she gets to feed him”, and then he went further “She’s a feeder and she wants to keep me locked up in the bedroom all fat and eating Kentucky Fried Chicken.” Seems like their rest includes feeding sessions and even force feeding sessions, that’d explain Chris Pratt’s bloated belly and his face expression, seems that he has escaped from Anna and he’s watching her to gain some time to digest before she traps him and she continues feeding him no matter how full Chris’s belly is.

Chris Pratt previous body transformation.

Originally posted by mcavoys

a dare and a truth...

Bed sharing prompt courtesy of @bookstoreromantic“: “Would you please get comfortable and go the fuck to sleep already?”

Rated T - 2000 words - Modern AU - AO3


A warm breeze ruffles the wheat stalks on either side of her truck as she folds her arms beneath her head, smiling up towards the starry night that will be her blanket until dawn. Her friends had thought this a good dare, forgetting that she’s slept in much scarier places where real danger lurked in very real shadows. A night spent alone out here is a piece of cake, no matter how many stupid campfire tales of demonic scarecrows or sickle-wielding serial killers they might have spun.

She’s surprisingly comfortable in the bed of her truck, thanks to the thick pile of blankets beneath her and the lingering buzz of rum from too many pulls of Killian’s flask. Her cheeks warm at the thought of him, the constant will they or won’t they like a rubber band deciding if it wants to pull them together or break from the pressure. It’s easier to want the former when she’s alone and the idea of him can be just a fantasy without the real life implications of what being together might actually entail. Caustic flirting used to be their thing, but she’s sensed a shift, more sincerity and a longing in him that mirrors her own in ways that has her running a bit scared.

Yeah, she’s not scared of serial killers or movie monsters, but Killian Jones, he has the ability to absolutely terrify her.

A rustling too strong to have been caused by the wind catches her attention and she leans up onto her elbows, scanning the fields for what is probably just a crow set out to disturb her solitude. There’s nothing to be seen in the darkness and she’s too lazy to dig out the flashlight buried somewhere in the cab of her truck to go on a search…

“Evening, Swan.”

A scream bubbles up her throat as she’s scrambling to her knees, hands blindly searching for something to grab as a weapon as her brain slowly matches the voice to the unexpected intruder somewhere behind her.

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Daryl & Jesus -> “You’ll like them one day, Dixon.”

It was Paul who gave Maggie the camera. Daryl’s still pissed at him because of that. So now she just won’t stop taking pictures of them. The camera was actually meant for taking pictures of Hershel Jr. Well, she does take pictures of him ever so often, but she seems to have more fun pissing Daryl off with taking pictures of him…and Paul, of course. He’d love to burn them all, but of course Paul won’t let him. He supposedly fell in love with them. They’re scattered everywhere in their trailer. To that, he also loves giving every single one a fitting caption. Daryl thought about sleeping outside for the rest of his life, so that he never has to look at any of those pictures again. There was only one problem: Being away from this asshole hurts a hell lot more than having to look at those pictures 24/7.

Cosmicguro’s (very old and very regret filled) Ereri Rec List

I’ve spent more time reading ereri fics than I have actually watching the show, here are my favorites.

It’s Fine  This one almost made me cry???? It’s not really even that sad I’m just lame. 

Isn’t that a cliché for you; the teacher falling in love with the student. I hated myself for it. I hated how I wasn’t just romantically attracted to him anymore, but physically as well. Mornings became awkward for me as I found myself having more cold showers than warm. Though I was ashamed to say sometimes I just didn’t even bother and gave in, imaging his breath on my face and his hand around me as I pumped myself under the sheets. 

1/1 Chapters, Mature rating. 10173 Words.

Wayward Wings Really cute and fluffy wing fic. 

As he straightened up, his wing jerked, and Eren stiffened as he felt it smack into something—or rather, someone.

“I’m so sorry!” he burst out, but as he whirled around, his wings gave another spasm and hit Corporal Levi in the face. Again. “Sorry!”

He held his wings stiff against his back, though he could feel them straining to move, as he stared at Corporal Levi.

Corporal Levi, whose face and hair were now half-covered in mud. Corporal Levi, whose expression hadn’t changed but who was more likely than not livid. Oh.

1/1 Chapters, Teen and up rating, 2963 Words

My Home Is Where Your Heart Is Smol Mikasa kills me

Single father Levi is left scrambling to find an after school daycare for his daughter, Mikasa, when his regular babysitter announces that her husband’s job is being relocated. The only problem - they’re all far more expensive than he can afford.

The solution to his dilemma comes in the form of a college student, Eren, who will do it for a fraction of the cost - as long as Levi will save him from a steady diet of ramen and pop-tarts by feeding him dinner every night before he leaves.

11/11 Chapters, Explicit rating,  14683 Words

Stay For As Long As You Have Time So fluffy and domestic, I love every bit of it. 

It was on these benches and paths that he spent most of his time, wandering around and letting the wind take him wherever he so chose. Mikasa had always scolded him for doing this; after all, she said, wandering around the school at night wasn’t the safest thing to do. But it was daytime when Eren first saw him, so she had no right to criticize.

1/1 Chapters, Explicit rating, 12730 Words

taking flight I’m always a slut for wing fics

“Touch his wings. I dare you.”

In which Levi has (really pretty) wings, Jean is an asshole and Eren can’t resist a dare. [Levi/Eren], wingfic AU.

1/1 Chapters, General rating,  1680 words

Overdose This one is really hot and the god like au is a nice change from what I usually read. 

Eren Jaeger was fucked. Ironically in both the figurative and literal sense.
On the one hand, there was the misfortune of having made a colossally stupid bet with one Jean Kirschtein involving the two of them racing to get laid ASAP. If he failed that, he would be figuratively fucked.
On the other hand, if he were to succeed in completing the bet, he would be well and truly fucked in the most literal sense of the word.

7/? Chapters, Explicit rating, 56399 Words

Here are my absolute favorites out of this list, they are some of the most amazing things I have ever read and they fucked me up emotionally. 

When I’m No Longer Young And Beautiful This one, this one right here. I have no idea what to say to describe just how amazing this fic is. The mental manipulation in it just fucks me up. 

Levi never wants Eren to grow up.

“Let’s see if I can make you pretty again.”

TW: Pedophilia and slight mental manipulation, and kinda yandere!levi

1/1 Chapters, Explicit Rating,  2323 Words.

time after time Cheesy pet shop au? Sign me the fuck up.

“Who tells someone they look like a cat?”

“No, I said the cat looked like you,” Eren corrects, looking back to the cat and ignoring Levi’s mounting confusion.

1/1 Chapters, Not rated, 5003 Words.

Art of war  Claps hands together This right here is so cute I almost died.

Noisy neighbors, nursling dinosaurs, satanic box cutters, shitty convenience store management, the word ‘fuck’, hereditary (but not really) homosexuality, beer and ramen, pennies, truckstops, strippers, closets, semi-public defacing, rings, house parties, “recreational” drug use, accidental rendezvous, toxic stew (don’t eat the stew), nice abs, housewives–batteries not included, over-educational movie sessions, copious domesticity, kittens named after landlords, a shit joke at participating locations, and many, many happy endings.
A modern AU in which Eren moves into the apartment directly above Levi’s.

11/11 Chapters, Explicit Rating, 52597 Words

King of Carrot Flowers Yassssssssssssss

It’s a Sunday. He’s washing his favorite mug and trying not to pay too much attention to the funeral that’s going on across the street.

(Levi lives across the street from a cemetery and Eren’s father has recently passed away.)

13/13 Chapters, Mature Rating, 23637 Words

1994 This is pretty famous in the fandom so you’ve probably heard of it, but it’s really good. 

Before cell phones. Before the Kardashians. Before internet porn. The year is 1994. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, poor kids from the wrong side of the tracks, have been transferred with the rest of their neighborhood to the posh, uptown Trost High (Home of the Titans). Mikasa and Armin seem to fit in well enough, but Eren isn’t quite so lucky. Of course, most of this has to do with Eren’s personality. When he accepts a bet to lose his virginity (and actually prove that someone likes him) by the end of the semester, it’s hard for him to deny the improbability of winning. After all, the only one he seems to be talking to these days is the weirdly pretty (and just plain weird) goth working at the donut shop down the street… 

26/26 Chapters, Explicit, 124249 Words

half light I’m currently re-reading this one because it’s so amazing. 

He wouldn’t say that they’re friends, really. They’re not quite just acquaintances either; the more he thinks about it, Eren’s not sure how to describe their relationship. They sort of… tolerate each other, in different ways.

But yeah, the more he thinks about it (and he does think about it quite often), Eren thinks that he’d like for them to be friends.

(AU where Eren tries to figure out what you do when friendly feelings turn into something more.)

22/22 Chapters, Not Rated, 66199 Words.

Now here comes my all time favorite Ereri fic in the entire world

Disobey me This fic is so amazingly written, has a fantastic plot and portrays the characters so well. I am so happy I found this fic! If you read it tell her I sent you! :> 

After countless months of depression from the death of his mother, Eren had decided to start anew. First step was simple, go back to school. Now, normal students would followed the rules and went about their daily school lives in peace but Eren was no ordinary boy. Different than others, he is passionate, courageous, and disobedient, and his English teacher became well aware of that. But there is another side of him that no one, not even Eren himself, is aware of. Everyone has their secrets, and with each confession comes more answers as to what the hell his father did.

A story about a stubborn young adult, who has an impulsive drive for justice, that gets himself into more trouble than anyone could have ever imagined.

(That one fic that says it’s a High School AU and ends up having a ridiculous amount of other themes that eventually take over. Also, there is a lot of fluff.)

19/?  Chapters (On Going), Explicit Rating, 126155 words.

I can not stress how magnificent this is.

That’s it for my Ereri Fanfic Rec list. If any of the links do not work then please message me. 

Ash (part1)

The campus has always had places of in-between; between our world and theirs, between magic and mundane, Fae and human, and there are those of the Fae that treasure these places of in-between greatly. Their little… projects.

I9 was one such project, all the students were sure. The building had been on campus for as long as anyone could remember, it refused to show up on any map, and had withstood every try at getting it removed. It didn’t really ‘fit’ with the rest of the campus, although somehow, sometimes, it seemed to fit far too well. Sitting just beyond the dense tree line of the forest, I9 was a small, old, cottage with thatched roof, and a happily running stream the only thing between it and the trees.

No one had lived there since… well, no one could quite agree on the last person who had lived there, some remembered it being a girl from an arts major. Others argued it had been a boy from chemistry. Some others put in that maybe it hadn’t been a student at all. Whoever they were, they hadn’t lasted long, hardly a month before being taken.

The Fae were all unusual, unpredictable, unsettling, but the one that took an interest in this place had something most others did not, patience and persistence.

The girl had applied late, to only do one unit a term, and to live on campus. Her high school marks were nothing special, hardly enough to graduate let alone to be considered for somewhere as prestigious as Elsewhere University. The admin staff placed her immediately in the rejected pile, but every morning they would find the application back on their desk. After a week, one member of staff decided to just shred the damn thing, but sure enough, the next day there it was again. After that, they all agreed that the choice had been made for them. When the paperwork came through though, and I9 came out no matter what room anyone typed or even wrote on the forms, that’s when they started to worry. Someone had been chosen again.

Maybe some members of staff (those who knew the history of I9) tried to warn the girl, tried to change fate, but in the end the acceptance letter still went out, and the room number was still unchanged.

Ash was all anxiety, and depression, and layer upon layer of shaky coping mechanisms that she’d built up over the years. She didn’t know anyone at Elsewhere, and didn’t have any friends from anywhere else either. Her parents had moved away to start new lives, and after two painful years of self-doubt and second-guessing, she had finally decided to try for uni. It wasn’t that she wasn’t intelligent, just that she was… different. She never kept friends, always talked to herself or to animals rather than other people, she never seemed to fit in with anyone, and often got on teachers nerves for being too reserved, and so her schooling had suffered. She knew she could do well she just needed time.

Things were strange when Ash got to campus. She wasn’t in one of the communal dorms like she had expected, instead she found her room number carved on the door of an old cottage by the forest edge. She watched the other students for a while, all of them avoiding the path down to the little cottage, all of them taking care not to walk on the little flowers that grew out the front. It took her a good twenty minutes to convince herself to go knock on the door, after all it wouldn’t be the first time someone had tried to mess with the new kid.

She could hear other students whispering as they passed, their eyes boring into her back as she walked to the door. It made her skin crawl and her hairs stand on end, like something was about to attack. She fumbled for her keys and found they were no longer the generic store cut keys she had collected, but one heavy, black, old iron key, it fit the lock though and she took respite within the tiny cottage.

Inside it was small, dark, and smelled of old books and dust. Beyond the entrance was a small sitting room, its walls lined with bookshelves stuffed to the brim with books. A little kitchen with old-fashioned fittings was to the left, a brightly lit study nook to the right, its windows large and filled with overgrown potted herbs and plants. Just past the sitting room was a cosy bedroom with a little bathroom hidden behind one of the wardrobe doors, Ash wondered what else was hidden in here.

The trees outside rustled and birds began to caw as she set down her things and took in her new home. It was strange, and eerie, and her cheeks still burned with the students whispers, but it felt oddly safe within these walls, as if she truly had come home.

Students in class were nicer than she had experienced in high school, though some of them refused to meet her eyes. Others insisted on giving her handfuls of little diner salt packets, which was odd at first. It took some time for her to believe this wasn’t some kind of cruel joke at her expense, but after a while she recognised it as something good. One guy even came up to her and shoved a little hand full of nuts and bolts strung together on a thin chain into her hand and muttered a brief ‘hang in there’ before strolling off.

Well she had heard rumours about people at Elsewhere being superstitious, she just hadn’t quite expected it to be this full on. Some students even had their own small rituals they performed before entering certain classes. Even with all the odd around her though, she still felt that she wasn’t exactly part of it all, she was still an outsider, as she had always been, never quite fitting in anywhere.

The first week passed uneventfully. Though the students in class weren’t cruel, they didn’t sit with her if at all possible, politely making their excuses before moving away if she sat at their table. By the end of the week she felt as alone as she had ever been, something she had grown quite used to.

The weekend came quickly and soon enough second week began. Ash sat at the back of the lecture theatre expecting to again be surrounded by empty seats, but this time a boy sat beside her. He had the most amazing eyes all glitter and angles. He didn’t say a word to her but watched like a hawk when she scratched out a few lines of a small poem before the lecture began. He was… odd, but the company was comfortable.

After that lecture the whispering became worse. She would catch snippets of ‘did you see their eyes?’, ‘definitely one of them’, ‘she didn’t even notice’ as she walked passed. Her cheeks burning with embarrassment, she quickly headed back towards I9. Just outside I9 though she was stopped  by the yowling of an animal in terrible pain. In the bushes was a small white cat tangled in some wires, everyone else was hurrying passed without even a glance its way. The thing was making such an awful noise she had half expected the bite of razorwire as she freed the creature, but it was just plain old wire. She could have sworn though, as the cat scampered off across the stream and into the forest, that as it turned away it suddenly had too many eyes, all glitter and angles, but she couldn’t be sure.

After that, things were… stranger. The shadows around the cottage felt deeper than was possible, wind chimes that had been taken down long before Ash had gotten there chimed happily in the dead still air, and there was a lingering smell of honey and wet fur.

She knew something was wrong when she woke the next morning. The feeling stole over her in cold waves of panic, something was different, something was wrong, something had happened. When she looked in the mirror she saw that the eyes staring back at her were wrong, they seemed to stare much much farther than a reflection should be able, and glinted with the colours of the aurora borealis. She heard the purring of a cat as tears welled in her beautiful, wrong, eyes.

It was late afternoon when she finally left I9 again, and slowly she realised her eyes weren’t the only things that had changed. She could see… things… playing in the trees just passed the stream. Things covered in fur and claws, and feathers, and bone. There was a lady at the other end of the path watching her closely, a small cat curled around her legs. Her eyes drifted past Ash, and Ash turned to see what had caught her gaze. It was a basket filled with… things. There was a bunch of rotten bananas, some plants that looked rather a lot like weeds still with their roots attached covered in dirt, a couple of lengths of string, a frayed bit of cloth, and a handful of stones and little bones. In a voice like dripping blood, and splintering bones the lady spoke to Ash ‘A small gift for my Girl Between. A basket of favours yet made, promises yet to come, use my gift well little one, I’ll know if you waste it’. When Ash blinked the lady was gone, and she was left alone with the basket of things, and a cat that definitely had too many eyes.

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connect the dots [sirius black]

summary: it’s YOUR chair. regardless of the fact that you found him sleeping there, for merlin’s sake, it’s yours. neither he, nor james seems to understand that. remus is an accidental wingman, lily is there to help, and peter just wants everybody to be friends.

word count: ~2200

a/n: (thats pretty fuckin ironic peter pettigrew u stupid swine) ANYWAY KIDS WHATS UP I LOVE ALL THE MARAUDERS EQUALLY???? but i have an especially soft spot for sirius and remus and james…. hmm…. (especially ben barnes as sirius and andrew garfield as remus but shhh) anyway ik i have a shit ton of requests to do but here i am, master procrastinator, back with more procrastination works! i had an impulse okay. y’all should be thanking me for this insight on snogging sirius black bc i know i’m thanking myself tonight

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The Huntress.

Originally posted by disneyfeverdaily

Titled: ‘The Huntress.’ 

Pairing: Gaston x reader 

Word Count: 1,714 

Warnings: Gaston/Luke Evans feels, FLUFF, super angsty ending sorry not sorry, etc. 

A/N: This was a request from @brooke-supernatural16 : Can you do a one-shot with Gaston? Where the reader is a huntress and Gaston see the reader and instantly falls for her and follows her like he did with belle but is more polite with her?

A/N: I do hope this is what you were looking for in this fic! 

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    It was a crisp and French morning. The ground was wet with a fresh layer of dew. The sun had barely risen over the horizon. Twas a nearly perfect morning for a hunt. Gaston has his sights on his hunting musket centered in on an innocent and meek, deer. He was patiently awaiting for the correct moment to apply the right amount pressure on the trigger. 

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Together Again

Summary: Thranduil is brought to your world and vice-versa.

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Word Count: 2,756

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Requested by: 

     @annajolras:  May I request a lil story? Thranduil x reader where he is swept into the ‘real world’ (modern au) and reader (very short, like 5'4") shows him around and stuff…. fluff please😘 I love your writing❤❤ thank you xxx

     Anon: Hello! I love all your work so I’d figured I would try a request… A nerdy lord of the rings/hobbit fan from are world gets pulled into middle earth by the Valar to change the outcome of the battle of five army’s? Feel free to run with it however you’d like!

A/n: sorry that it’s shit.

Master List


You look at the man at your front steps with a shocked face. You had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation. Well the only plausible explanation as to why, The Elvenking Thranduil was standing at your door. That has to be it.

“You are a very amazing Thranduil cosplayer, but Halloween is not for another three months,” you say, raising your brow at the man.

He could pass as Lee Pace’s twin that’s for sure including height. 6’5” was damn tall. Anything above your 5’4” stature was tall to you.

“I do not understand your words, human. What exactly is cosplay and Halloween?”

“VERY funny. I didn’t think you were that dense,” you say, rolling your eyes as a force of habit.

“You dare speak to me like that?” he booms and you back away, afraid.

He sighs, rubbing his forehead.

“Can you just tell me where I am?. One minute I was in my throne room the next I’m in this area that I do not recognize with houses more exquisite than Gondor,” he explains and you sigh.

Maybe this was actually Thranduil and for some reason the Valar had sent him here.

You needed to get to the bottom of this.

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anonymous asked:

are requests open? If so, can I have Genji, McCree, Tracer and/or Junkrat comforting their s/o after a particularly difficult day at work? Not like, overwatch work, but catering or stuff like that? A normal job. I had a really, really stressful day dealing with constant errors in count and just rude coworkers and need something to help me feel a bit better ;u; (if requests are closed i'm really sorry you can just ignore this)

A/N: We all have stressful days, but unfortunately that doesn’t make them any easier to deal with. Chin up, Anon, here’s some comfort for you.

Genji:

  • Genji’s a sweet boy, and is much more emotionally available than his bitter older brother, so he’s aware of how stressed you are the second you get home. He’s going to make sure that your every need is taken care of, you get to just sit down and relax while he does all the work.
    • Want to eat a home cooked meal? Genji’s on it. Want take-out or delivery? He’ll get it faster than anyone else. Want to just relax together? He’s at your side in an instant. He’ll be waiting on you without fail, making sure that you’re as comfortable as humanly possible. Might even break out the Sentai suit if you need a laugh.
    • Genji’s dealt with a lot of stress in his life, so he’s happy to give you tips on how to get through it in one piece. Meditation’s always something that he’ll recommend when the going gets tough, and Zenyatta can be there at a moment’s notice if the stress seems overwhelming. Mental health is as important as physical health.
    • At the end of the day, Genji cares deeply about you, and seeing you stressed like that is no good for anyone. He won’t rest until you’re calmed down and in a place of peace. Work is important, sure, but there’s no sense in stressing yourself to death over it, your well-being certainly takes priority.

McCree:

  • Jesse’s so sweet that he’ll give you a cavity, you don’t fit the cowboy archetype without having some compassion hidden under all that bravado. He’s not even smoking when you come home stressed, it’s all hugs and kisses from your personal outlaw.
    • Nothing cheers him up like a warm home-made meal cooked with love and care. He might not be the best cook, but he’s pulling out all the stops for your sake. Even if it isn’t the tastiest meal ever, there’s no denying that every scrap of it is filled with compassion. The important thing is that he cares, not that he’s a good cook.
    • McCree’s relaxation methods are more focused on material treatments to his stress (smoking and drinking). Now, he doesn’t want you to start chomping cigars, so he’s going to try some more mentally focused treatments for you. Nothing puts things into perspective quite like watching a sunset with your love.
    • Your sweetheart will do everything he can to make you feel relaxed. The stress of being an international outlaw doesn’t even phase him, but that doesn’t make your stress any less legitimate. He loves you, and he’s going to make damn sure that you know it.

Tracer:

  • Lena is, without a doubt, the most affectionate Overwatch member. If you want someone to smother you with love and care when the stress gets to be a little much, then she’s your girl. It’s hard to feel stressed when you’re overloaded with so much genuine love.
    • Cooking isn’t exactly her forte. Making tea or heating something up, sure, but actually cooking? Let’s not. It’s not out of a lack of care, far from it, she just thinks that a burnt meal from her isn’t going to be the most relaxing thing. She’ll grab takeout or delivery in an instant (literally), and if you really want her to cook she will, but making you feel full of love is a bigger priority to her.
    • Prepare to be hugged for the next hour at the very least, she’s not letting go of you no matter what. She’ll whisper in your ear about how much she loves you, running a hand through your hair, helping let the stress of the day slip away. When you hurt, she hurts, and she’s not going to let you suffer because of work.
    • If you need to laugh or simply feel loved, there’s no one better for you than Lena. Living for the moment is incredibly important to her, the past is meaningful, but it doesn’t dictate the future. Every day is a new beginning, and the worries of the past will slip away in time.

Junkrat:

  • Jamison is a rather enthusiastic guy, given the line of work he finds himself in. It’s baffling how someone who’s been close to so many explosion somehow manages to find joy in it. Maybe that’s his trick, find joy in the simpler things, not that explosions are terribly simple to us.
    • Junkrat isn’t a world renowned chef, but if you want something deep-fried or scorched, he’s your man. But his focus is more on making you happy, as opposed to making you feel full. He’ll try and make you laugh, pulling out his wonderful Vaudeville routine just for. Throw in some juggling, and you’ve got a private comedy show to take the stress away.
    • He isn’t the best for some quiet moments, but he can recognize when it’s time to slow down a little and just be with you. There’s some laughing, plenty of love, and a surprising amount of silence, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. As long as you feel good, he feels good, that’s all that matters right now.
    • Nothing pushes stress away like laughter, and Junkrat is going to do his best to make sure you’re laughing the entire evening. There’s beauty in the smaller things. To take a quote from a great man “It’s the little things”.
A Little Broken, Still Good // Clint Barton x Reader

Anonymous asked: Clint request where the team finds the reader on a mission and saves her and Clint kind of sticks to her like a father figure she never had
Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader (Familial)
Word Count: 2.2k+
Warning: FLUFF, Angst, Language, Dad!Clint, brief mention of death (Post AOU)

A/N: Pietro is alive. That weird family Whedon cooked up doesn’t exist. Reader is an orphan. Also…hmu If you catch that lilo and stitch reference. I’ve come to accept that I will never understand the concept of drabbles. This is unbeta’d and I’m half asleep so I’ll fix errors after I’ve had coffee.

Originally posted by natshasromanoff

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