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Just Friends

Requests: (1) Could you do a Draco imagine that consists of Cedric Diggory, Draco getting jealous, feels, conflict, and a load of jealousy?;

(2) Could you do an imagine where Draco and the reader are best friends and lowkey in love with each other but refuse to admit it, and progressively Draco starts making, erm, suggestive, comments to the reader and there’s just lots of sexual tension and eventually they get together?

⇢  A Draco x Reader work featuring a very jealous and steamy Draco.

Draco took a sip from his goblet, peering over the rim as you walked into The Great Hall with a handsome Hufflepuff by your side. Not that it bothered him, of course. In fact, Draco would say he hardly even noticed.

“You alright, mate?”

“Just fine. Why do you ask?”

Zabini shrugged. “Your nose has been inside your goblet for some time now. Trying to drown yourself, Malfoy?”

“Of course not.” Draco lowered the goblet from his face, never once taking his eyes off you. You were still talking to that boy.

Blaise followed Draco’s gaze and smirked. “Tell me, Draco, where’s that best friend of yours? She usually would have dropped by for her daily chat by now.” He watched as Draco’s jaw clenched ever so slightly. “Oh– I see her. She’s preoccupied by that Hufflepuff. Diggory, is it?”

“I don’t know. And I couldn’t care less, really.”

“Didn’t you two agree to attend the Yule Ball together?” A look of mock realization dawned on Zabini’s face. “Oh, that’s right. You two agreed to go only as friends. And now she’s chatting up the Triwizard Champion while you’re here dateless.”

“Appears so.” Draco remained impassive. “But at least I have an excuse for not bringing a date. Can you say the same?”

Zabini sobered as he took in Draco’s expressionless tone. Zabini may have been a tosser, but he knew when to stop. “You really like her, don’t you?”

Draco heaved a sigh, rubbing his temple and finally turning to face Blaise. “Is it obvious?”

“Only to someone with a brain.” Blaise paused. “Which explains why Y/N hasn’t caught on yet.”

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Harry Styles sets shirt on fire in terrifying accident backstage at Saturday Night Live
HARRY Styles escaped serious injury after almost setting his dressing room on fire at the Saturday Night Live studios. The singer stripped off backstage when he accidentally slung his shirt on a ca…

HARRY Styles escaped serious injury after almost setting his dressing room on fire at the Saturday Night Live studios.

The singer stripped off backstage when he accidentally slung his shirt on a candle and watched in horror as it went up in flames.

The panicked star dashed over to stamp out the furnace – but his sock caught fire in the process.

Revealing the terrifying ordeal, a source told The Sun’s Bizarre column: “Harry nearly burned the place down.

“After his performance he went back to his dressing room and ripped off his shirt and threw it in the corner of the room.

“A few minutes later his manager asked if he could smell burning – he’d thrown it onto a candle and the whole sleeve had set alight.

“He tried to stamp it out but then his sock caught on fire.

“Luckily, the whole team got involved and managed to stamp the flames out, but it was one step away from needing a fire extinguisher.”

The drama ensued after Harry made his debut performance as a solo star live on air at the NBC Studios in New York’s Rockefeller Plaza last Saturday.

After a five-minute panic, the fire was controlled and he escaped with only minor burns to his foot.

It’s not the first time Harry has nearly gone up in flames.

He scared fans when he nearly walked into a pyrotechnic on stage at a 1D gig in Chicago four years ago, but was saved by ex bandmate Zayn Malik who pulled him back just second before he set himself alight.

Harry, 23, dropped his debut single Sign Of The Times earlier this month with the track hitting the top of the UK charts.

Tonight, he will appear on The Graham Norton Show where he revealed plans to tour his new material.

On the show, Harry also faced a barrage of questions about stories which have appeared about him – and was ordered to confirm or deny by facial expression only.

The Sun’s Bizarre column told how the most talked-about star on the planet had been considered by Disney bosses to play Han Solo in the upcoming Star Wars spin-off.

When asked if he’d auditioned by host Graham, Harry smiled knowingly.

Harry is set to make his acting debut this year in Christopher Nolan’s upcoming war film Dunkirk. The singer is playing a young soldier in the film, based on the Dunkirk evacuation in World War II.


Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt:  anonymous asked: okay so I’ve been looking through a LOT of your imagines and its safe to say that i frikin love ur blog and i was wondering if you could do one of peter pan x reader where the reader is watching the campfire at the corner and peter comes up from behind (theyre dating btw) without her knowing and starts kissing down her neck and teasing her there and id love it to be just really cute and pan whispers some inappropriate things and end in smut + lots if foreplay :))

Anonymous asked: YOOO YOUR SMUT IS SO GOOD THANK YOU!!!! More Peter Pan smut okay? ;) Robbie Kay is a sexy devil. But seriously ur writing is so talented you should be proud

Warning: SMUT!                                                                                    

A/N:  I am going to hell. Enjoy darlings!


You had traveled to just about every realm, but you can honestly say Neverland was your favorite. When you had first arrived you knew you were going to love dense-jungle island. It held such magic and wonder that you felt like you had jumped into a fairytale. Well, you kind of had, but that’s beside the point.

When you had first arrived, Peter and his Lost Boys were wary of you, having never had a girl come to the island before, not including Wendy, of course. As time went on, however, the boys learned to love you, seeing you as an equal and friend. Peter had taken an extra special liking to you, though. Two months into your stay in Neverland, the beautiful demon boy had pulled you the most beautiful spot in Neverland, and for the first time, had told you of his love for you. Ever since then, the two of you could rarely be seen without the other. You made him into a better person, the person he thought you deserved, and for once in your life, you could say you were genuinely happy.

It was night; the day had been long day, the boys just now settling down from a day full of games. Most had gone to sleep, but you and a few others had stayed up, watching the campfires glow. You were transfixed by the flames, the colors melding together to create such a wonderful array, it was nearly impossible to look away. You were too lost in thought; you didn’t even hear someone approach you from behind. You felt a pair of lips on the back of your neck, and you jolted in surprise. You soon relaxed, knowing it was Peter. No one else dared to touch you in such a way.

Peter kept placing kisses on your neck, making you moan slightly. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. You sighed contently, loving the feeling of his body against you.  You felt him press his lips against the shell of your ear, before you heard him whisper in your ear. “(Y/N), kitten, do you have any idea how much I want you?” You gasped sharply at his words, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. “Oh, love, I’ve been thinking about that tight pussy all day. Can’t wait to get you alone, kitten. Gonna make you scream my bloody name.” You pressed your thighs together in hopes of getting some friction, the wetness in your panties growing.

Peter knew what he was doing, and he loved it. He loved the affect he had on you, what a few simple words could reduce you too. He decided to take it a step further by ghosting his hand over your clothed core, the slight touch making you whimper. He smirked against your neck, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Come on love, let’s get out of here, yeah?” he whispers in your ear, his hands still ghosting over where you want him most. Not trusting your voice, you nodded, allowing him to poof the pair of you back to his treehouse.

As soon as you appeared in his treehouse he slammed you against a wall, his lips harshly covering yours. You moaned against his lips, pressing your back against his with equal fervor. You brought your hands to his head, tugging at the soft hair there. He groaned, and deepened the kiss. You felt his hand in your hair, before he suddenly jerked your head to the side. You gasped at the feeling, before you felt him bite and suck on your neck. You almost whimpered under his ministrations, loving his treatment of you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

You felt his hand trailing under your shirt, before firmly grabbing your breasts through your bra, his attack on your neck not stopping for one moment. You were too lost in the sensations; you didn’t even hear a faint snap of his fingers. You hadn’t realized what he had done until you had felt a slight breeze against your skin, your eyes moved down and you saw he had made both of your clothes disappear. You laughed slightly, loving how impatient he was. Your laughter died off when you felt the hand that was once in your hair cupping your core.

You moaned loudly, his fingers slowly and methodically tracing your lower lips. His attack on your breasts hadn’t stopped; his hands alone making you tremble and moan. He pinched your nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. The same time he did this, he slowly entered one finger into your dripping core. You whimpered, the feelings were becoming too much. “Peter please…” you whimpered out, wanted to feel more. He smirked, before adding another finger, and quickening his pace. You moaned, the delicious friction causing your knees to shake.

You felt you’re high coming quickly, faster than you had anticipated. Your moans becoming louder, faster, the sounds of your pleasure filling the room. You were almost there, until he suddenly pulled away. You cried out, distraught over the loss of his fingers inside your pussy. “Shh, now love, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel really good, love, I promise.”

He dropped down on his knees in front of you, his face dangerously close to your core. Your eyes widened at the realization of what he was going to do. He smirked up at you, never breaking eye contact as he licked a broad stripe on your pussy. You moaned out, eyes instantly closing, your head falling back slightly. Peter wrapped his arms arounds your thighs, pushing you closer to him. His tongue teased against your entrance, tracing letters to your core. You could barely make out what he was spelling, your head to dizzy with pleasure. M-I-N-E. You moaned loudly at the realization of what he was spelling, his possessiveness over you turning you on even more. He traced the word over your core a few more times, before finally flicking his tongue over your clit. You nearly screamed, the feeling becoming too much. For the second time that night you felt your high approaching again.

Peter pulled away before you could cum, leaving you almost screaming in frustration. He stood up quickly, pressing you against the wall yet again. “Jump.” He said, a commanding tone in his voice. You instantly complied, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his waist, and your arms around his neck. He pushed your back firmly against the wall before attaching his lips to your, reaching between your bodies to guide his cock into your wet heat. He slowly pushed in, the both of you moaning against the others lips when he was fully sheathed inside you.

He started rocking his hips at a fast pace, earning a grateful moan from you.  “Oh, love, you feel so perfect around me. Bet you love my cock inside you, huh kitten?” He moaned in your ear, the sounds of his grunting and panting flooding your senses. You just frantically nodded your head, words failing you at the moment. He started pounding harder into you, his hand trailing between your bodies, suddenly toying with your clit.

You let out a choked noise, you fingers carding in his hair. . His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his movements relentless. You felt your pussy tighten around his cock, your orgasm approaching for the third time that night.  “P-peter! I-I’m gonna…!” you moaned out, wanting nothing more than to cum. “I know, gorgeous. Me too. C-come for me, (Y/N).Cum, now.”  His words sent you over the edge, your grip on his hair tightened as you screamed out his name. He followed you into bliss, your name falling off his lips like a prayers.

When you both came off of your highs, you shakily un-wrapped your legs around his waist, you almost falling to the ground in the process. Peter caught you in time, and picked you up bridal style, before carrying you over the bed. He laid you down on top of the bed before lying down next to you. You turned to get comfortable, sleep almost consuming you, before you felt Peter wrap an arm around your waist, pulling your body against his.

He leaned over and placed a gently kiss on your forehead. “I love you, my little Lost Girl.” He whispered, his hands playing with your hair as a way to lull you to sleep. You smiled sleepily, before replying “I love you too, Peter.” Sleep quickly took over your mind, his motions soothing you. Peter smiled at your sleeping form, wondering just how he got so lucky to have you in his life.

apprendere  asked:

Hey, you may have talked about this before, (if so, then oops, sorry for repeating questions) but, what's your writing process like? Especially regarding planning or outlining stories

You’re so adorable, thinking I do real planning and outlining. :D Mostly when I’m doing my own writing, I just start at the beginning and go. (…Usually. Sometimes not. For instance, Stark Naked Science had a structure that suggested itself fairly early on, so I adapted the plot to fit that structure. Branches of Pine also sort of forcibly organized itself, because it was structured around various winter holidays.)

But I actually don’t write that many long and complicated fics on my own. Most of my longer fics have been written with @tisfan. And that’s more of a process.

Most of the time, it starts in chat:

tisfan: So I had an idea.
me: Oh no.
tisfan: What if [literally anything here]?
me: Oh, that would cause so much trouble. [Character] would be like [reaction].
tisfan: omg yes. And then [another character] would [different reaction].
[This continues for anywhere from 5 minutes to 2 hours.]
me: …Okay I’m making a doc.

And then I make a googledoc and invite Tis to join it as a co-author (or she makes the doc and invites me) and at that point, depending on the specific idea in question and its complexity and whether it’s an established ‘verse or a new one and, idk, the alignment of the planets or something, we have a couple of different processes.

(Putting the rest of this under a cut, because it got long and also because there might be spoilers for readers who aren’t caught up on all the fic yet. The stuff that is spoiler-y for things that haven’t been POSTED yet have been redacted.)

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“I had a fun time with you“

(A/N): FYI (Y/I) stands for (Your/Initials), Enjoy x also, i have not proofread this yet i apologise 

Words: 1,845

Originally posted by jcsephsdun

“The anonymous street artist (Y/I) strikes once again…“

As soon as the familiar name is mentioned his attention is immediately drawn to the television. Apparently the mysterious person, who has been leaving several paintings all over the city, has almost been caught yesterday during the process of creating another masterpiece. Since the cops were incapable of catching hold of them, the anonymous artist has once again slipped through their fingers. 

Josh has been fascinated by their work from day one. Even though each portrait has its own individual interpretation, all of them hold the same message, which could be defined as diverse, observant, equaled and human. The country itself has been taken over by republicans, after being governed democratically for eight years. A lot of insurrections and turmoils have surfaced ever since the new president has been elected. (Y/I) paintings are often responses to countrywide but also citywide political occurrences, representing their own personal opinion, which should frankly speak to every person who has a slightly sense of humanity. In the eye of publicity their performance is seen as some act of rebellion, since the art pieces are mostly against the decisions and choices made by the new government. 

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An Unexpected Declaration

Peter Pevensie x Reader

A/N: I hope that you all enjoy this! Have a lovely day everyone.


There were quite a few ways that you had imagined your weekend traveling to Calormen with Peter might go. Peter might’ve asked you to accompany him on a stroll through the town after the Calormen embassies signed the treaty, giving you time to confess how you felt about him or maybe he would even surprise you by telling you that he had feelings for you. The possibilities were endless since his siblings were staying at Cair Paravel to prepare for the annual winter festival.

Having your carriage robbed and your horses taken, leaving you and Peter on foot in the middle of the forest in December was definitely not something that you had imagined.

You and Peter had been wandering around the woods for about a few hours now, or so you thought, it was getting a little difficult to tell the passing of time.

“Don’t worry Y/N, we hadn’t been traveling for too long and we aren’t very far from a main road so someone should come by and find us. Besides, the Calormen King will send word to Susan when we don’t arrive on time.

“Peter” You said “It’s been snowing for hours and there’s no sign of it letting up. It seems unlikely that anyone would be traveling in this weather. “We knew we were cutting it close as it is.”

“I know it seems bleak but we can’t give up hope. Someone will find us soon enough.” He said confidently. You admired that about him. How his faith that everything would turn out alright was so strong, even in the face of such harsh odds.

But even that didn’t last forever. As night began creeping over the snow covered land, Peter began to worry that the two of you wouldn’t in fact be rescued as quickly as he’d hoped. The first stars began to shine when he spoke again.

“Y/N, I think that we should try to find shelter. If we stay out here all night we’ll freeze.” You simply nodded and stood up from the tree stump that you had been resting at, your face and hands cold to the touch.

“Alright.” You agreed, shivering “Where do you suggest we go?”

“I’ve been on hunting expeditions with Edmund and Philip numerous times in these woods. And while we’ve never been this far away from the palace, we have always been able to find caves that litter this area so we should be able to find something not too far away. It won’t be very comfortable but it will shelter us from the weather.” He told you.

“Well” You shrugged “Anything that gets us out of this cold is fine by me.” He smiled at you and offered his arm. You took it gladly, praying to Aslan that he didn’t see the red of your cheeks or that he merely assumed that it was from the cold. After all, you thought to yourself, he is the high king so it’s natural for him to be chivalrous to a lady, it means nothing other than he is a kind and gracious king.

After a little while of searching the forest for suitable shelter, you noticed what looked to be a small hole in the ground surrounded by a few large stones.

“What’s that?” You exclaimed “Is that a cave?” You asked, pointing at what you saw. Peter quickly led you both over to it and brushed away the snow.
“Yes, it is!” He laughed “Good eye Y/N, I don’t think I would have seen that through all the snow.” You merely smiled at him as he lowered himself down into it. Suddenly he turned around and held his arms out towards you. “Well come on then?”

“Sorry?” You asked him, confused as what he was asking you to do.

“Well I can’t imagine that it would be very easy getting down here in a dress like that!” He grinned up at you. You smiled, now that he mentioned it, you really weren’t dressed for the weather or the occasion.

“Alright,” You told him playfully “Just be ready.” You jumped down as carefully as you could, not wanting to hurt him in the process. He caught you easily and gently set you down on the cave floor.

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked you.

“No, I suppose not.” You retorted “And thank you.”

“Not a problem at all.” He replied. You then took a look at your surroundings. It was much tighter in here than you had thought it would be.

“Well.” You stated “We should probably get some sleep then. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“That’s just what I was thinking.” Peter yawned, making you laugh. You laid down on the stone floor and did your best to make yourself comfortable, while Peter did the same across from you. “Goodnight Y/N.” He said softly.
“Goodnight Peter.”

When you awoke you were shivering too hard to even think. It had gotten much colder in here, to the point where you couldn’t feel your feet or your hands. You began to rub them together, trying not to wake Peter with your chattering teeth. Despite your efforts however, he began to stir.

“Y/N? Are you shivering?” He asked you.

“A little” You replied through your teeth “But I’ll be fine, go back to sleep.” He slid over to where you were lying and put his hand on your cheek.

“Y/N you’re freezing!” He scolded “We have to get you warmed up, it’s dangerous to get this cold out here.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your shivering frame into his arms. You had to admit, it was warmer when he held you like that. Then he began to lay back down.

“Um, Peter what are you doing?” You asked cautiously

“We both need to rest and I need to warm you up. Just try to sleep, we’re gonna be ok just let me keep you warm.” He spoke softly “And while this might not be the best timing, I feel that it would be dishonorable of me it I didn’t tell you of my feelings for you before holding you like this.” He fretted “I understand that these feelings aren’t mutual” He continued “But I just have to tell you-” You cut him off by pressing your cold lips against his. For a moment he was surprised, but he quickly kissed you back. It wasn’t a long kiss but it told Peter all that you felt for him without having to say a single word. Silently he wrapped his arms around you tighter and kissed you softly on the forehead as the two of you drifted back to sleep.

We need to talk.

Shirayuki glanced down at the text message, and the high she normally felt after giving a speech deflated like an old balloon. We need to talk was a myriad of possible conversations that she didn’t really know how to process. Her heart twisted and flipped over in her chest and her stomach tied up in knots. Everything around her suddenly felt heavy and thick, like she was drowning and she couldn’t get enough air to survive.

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Kallura Dating AU Fanfic Ideas

Okay, so this is an idea for a Kallura AU I’ve had for quite some time, but I was hesitant to share it because;

1) It’s kind of corny and far fetched and really just wishful thinking and such, but I still had a lot of fun thinking about it.

2) I was worried it would be found by some angry Klance shippers. Not gonna lie, those guys scare me!!

Anyway, I finally decided to take the plunge and share it with my fellow Kallura shippers. These are mainly just notes and ideas for this AU. Not sure if I will ever write this in the future, but it’s still a fun idea to play around with.

As for any Klance shippers out there….please don’t hurt me, I mean no disrespect.

Back to this, the idea came to me one day while I was just scrolling through the Kallura tags and thought to myself this random idea; “how would it have been like if Keith and Allura were already a couple since the start of the series?”

Now, of course I knew that was impossible since how could they have met before that time when Keith was still stuck on earth and Allura was frozen alive millions of galaxies away, right? Well, then I remembered the fact that Allura is connected to the lions as stated by Coran in the first episode….and Keith was able to sense the energy of the Blue Lion back on earth. We still have no explanation as to how Keith was able to do that, I really hope they do eventually address it in the show, but what if, somehow, Keith managed to connect to Allura when he sensed the energy of the Blue Lion?

Here is where it gets all Young Adult Fantasy Novel-ish, so please humor me here.


*While in stasis, Allura’s Altean quintessence, or magic whichever you call it, created some kind of Astral Mind Plane while she was asleep. So, in this AU she was aware she was asleep but not for how long and wether or not her father was alive. Think of it like the computer AI of her father where she is surrounded by juniperberries and can manifest anything she wishes, except living breathing people or animals, which makes her feel very lonely and only the imaginary animals can keep her company.

*Back on earth, while Keith is still a student at the Garrison, her often travels to the desert to have some alone time, or see his old shack. He senses something about this place, but is unsure what. Every night when he goes to sleep he’s reminded of that energy he felt in that area, even if it was faint, and one night finds himself mentally transported into Allura’s Astral Plane.

*At first, Keith assumes he’s dreaming and spots Allura, but before he can ask her where he is, she surprises him by flipping and throwing him to the ground, having grabbed his Marmora Blade (still wrapped up) and points it at Keith’s neck, demanding to know who he is. (Talk about a first impression) 

*Upon realizing he felt actual pain, Keith realizes he’s not dreaming and Allura introduces herself, explaining what the world is, merely a manifestation of her own mind, which somehow Keith managed to enter somehow.

*At first, the two get off to a rough start, not entirely sure if to trust one another and the two ask various questions about the other. After a while, they two conclude neither is a threat, and Allura theorizes maybe Keith is her ticket to waking up and defeating Zarkon.

*The next morning when he wakes up, Keith notices that he still feels the same soar on his back from when Allura knocked him down, concluding once again that everything was real.

*Life goes as normal for Keith during the day at the Garrison, and at night he keeps visiting Allura in the Astral Plane, where she shows him her memories of Altea and culture and about Voltron, as well as her hoping Altea is still there, as is her father who may also be frozen and asleep, and hopes she will wake up and see her people again. Keith and Allura bond over having lost their families and feeling alone, and how they feel more comfortable in the outdoors. Keith finds an immediate liking to the exotic and rare flowers of Altea, as well as the forests Allura says she used to sneak into when she was young because she wanted to see the neon butterflies at midnight, despite her father’s forbiddance.

*This trend continues on for as long as Keith had spent at the Garrison. Every visit brought the two closer and they learned something new about the other. For the first time, Allura doesn’t feel alone in who knows how long, since even she herself is unaware of how long she had been asleep, since time there seems to sit still for her. Keith finally finds someone he feels comfortable enough to open up to, aside from Shiro, and discovers that he’s much happier during the day, something Shiro takes notice of. Though, not bouncing happy, just smiling more and a bit more easy-going than before.

*Shiro one day asks Keith what has caused his sudden shift in demeanor. Keith tells Shiro she met someone online, a girl from England named Allura, and that they’ve been video chatting for seven months now. Shiro asks Keith if maybe she could come and visit, but Keith lies and says her “parents” won’t let her, due to being overly protective. If Keith told Shiro he had been seeing an alien princess in some kind of mystical dream-like realm Shiro would be inspecting what Keith’s been putting in his drinks.

*Allura does tell Keith about Voltron and about how she’s not sure where the lions are, or wether or not Zarkon has them hostage. Keith, after so much time, wholeheartedly decides he wants to help Allura, though he questions how he can if they’re so far apart. More determined than ever, Keith vows he will find a way to reach Allura, no matter what it takes. This is when they finally share their first kiss.

*During this time, Keith tries to figure out a way to find Allura by doing more research on space travel, and even sneaking into the Garrison library for more information, nearly getting caught in the process, leading to the professors believing he has a “disciplinary” issue, as well as arriving to classes late.

*Shiro one day confronts Keith about this and states that he needs to get his priorities straight. Keith, of course, only agrees without revealing anything about Allura.

*Shortly after, Shiro and the Holts head off for the Kerberos mission and when Shiro is presumed dead, Keith morns the loss while Allura comforts him.

*Afterwards, due to more problems at the Garrison, Keith is eventually kicked out of the Garrison (or dropped out, whichever), and spends all his time back in his old Shack. That is where he starts to sense the energy, stronger than before, and finally finds the cave with the Blue Lion symbols. Once he tells Allura, she is overjoyed, because this means if Keith finds the Blue Lion he can finally reach her and together they can maybe find the other lions in the process.

*Of course, Keith’s search is proved in vain since he still can’t find where the lion is, never the less, Allura still offers him words of encouragement and comfort and the two share fun stories and play like little kids in the juniperberry fields to ease the stress. Other times, they would just sit by a tree close to one another and kissing. Each one more passionate than the last.

*A year later, when Shiro finally returns, Keith explains to them what he found, yet still doesn’t inform them about Allura, since he’s still not sure how they will take this information, and if he reveals he knows about Voltron then they might suspect him of something.

*The first episode goes as it did, only with a huge twist for the rest of the paladins. When Allura wakes up, she does pin Lance to the ground when he tries to flirt with her, and when she sees Keith, the two are frozen in place, overwhelmed with a sense of shock and happiness. The two embrace and share a loving kiss, which shocks, and confuses, everyone else. It’s here where Keith finally reveals the truth and apologizes for not having said anything until now. For the remainder of the episode, Keith and Allura are often side by side, and near the end after they formed Voltron, Lance is expecting Allura to hug him, only to be disappointed when she instead runs up to Keith.

*The rest of the series happens as in cannon, but with Keith and Allura behaving more like a couple. Even during the hilarious food fight scene in episode 2, Keith managed to catch on to what Allura was planning when she flung the green alien food at Pidge, reminding him of the times they would play certain games while in the Astral Plane, and by the end the two go off to have a dinner for two. Without throwing stuff this time.

*In “Crystal Venom”, before Keith gave Allura his jacket, which she wears all episode over her pink nightgown, and at the end after Allura had to say goodbye to her father Keith sits beside her the entire time, holding her hand, while she’s still wearing his jacket.

A/N: Allurea wearing Keith’s jacket gives me life!

*In the second to last episode, when Allura and Shiro infiltrated the Galra ship, she and Keith share a moment and Allura, while in her Galra form, lifts Keith up and kisses him, and Keith doesn’t mind at all.

*After Allura is captured, a desperate Keith realizes he may still be able to telepathically communicate with Allura just as they did when he was back on Earth. He is able to commune with her in the same filed as before and Keith promises to rescue her, but Allura begs he and the paladins don’t hand the lions to Zarkon. Hesitant, Keith still promises he’ll find a way to break her out, but does stay true to her word, and the two share a kiss. Never the less, the paladins still go ahead and face Zakon’s defenses with Voltron, and Keith obviously doesn’t protest. (which, the last part surprisingly happened in cannon too.)

*As for the Keith!Galra subplot, while in this AU Allura is well aware of Keith’s dagger, but just like him is unaware that it’s Galra origins. When both believe they are the reason Zarkon keeps finding them, naturally the two run off to see if that is the case, and during this time they have the usual cannon conversation, only added with Allura taking notice that something is bothering Keith, but he’s unsure if to tell her what he suspects about his heritage. After the pod blows up (and that iconic Space Dance scene happens!) Keith finally admits to Allura about the dagger and was worried what she would think of him, for he’s now more confused than ever about who he is. Even if they are not entirely convinced Keith is Galra or connected to them by his own free will, Allura states she knows Keith and knows he would never betray her or the team.

*During the Space Mall episode, Keith does manage to find an antique shop where he finds a locket with a flower styled like a junperberry. Lucky for him, the owner finds the treasure “worthless” and tosses it out, only for Keith to quickly grab it before he suspected anything.

*After it’s stated conclusively that Keith is in fact half Galra, Allura still doesn’t hate him, but is left in shock to uncover that the man she loves is part of the race that destroyed her people. She doesn’t resent him or shut him out, but she does behave a bit distant not out of hatred, but out of confusion and fear of losing him. After Keith and Hunk return from the Weblurm she realizes on her own she never should have been afraid to begin with, and that Galra or not, he is still her Keith. Then, this scene happens….

Allura: “Hunk, thank you for getting the scoltrite.”

Hunk: “No problem. You know, Keith was there too. Isn’t there something you’d like to–” *(Hunk is completely cut off when Allura runs up to Keith and surprises him with a kiss on the lips)* “Oh… nevermind.”

*Before Keith goes on the suicide mission, Allura once again speaks with Keith about the whole thing, mainly because she doesn’t want him to leave without saying how she feels. She apologizes for even suggesting the idea of Keith ever betraying her because of her own hatred and trauma the Galra had caused her.

Allura: “I’m so sorry I hurt you. You’ve proven time and time again it’s not what’s in your blood, it’s who you are that counts. And who you are…is the man I love.”

*Keith is taken off guard because this was the first time either one of them had said “I love you.” Guess what his answer is…. ;)

Keith: “Allura…I love you too.”

*Aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnndddddddd……….Cue the Kiss!! And Keith handing Allura the locket he found.

*Of course, when Allura is presumably dead, Keith not only screams her name, but also lets out a heartbroken yell, almost like a roar, and cries literal tears and slams his fists onto the dashboard. Once it’s revealed Allura is still alive, he smiles and the two share a tight loving embrace once they are reunited right before rushing towards the Black Lion and find Shiro missing.

To be continued in season 3….

Wow, this turned out longer than I expected, but since I’m not entirely sure if I will have the time (or, at least as much time as I hope) to work on this, at least I get to share the ideas with my fellow Kallura shippers. If anyone wishes to “adopt” this story, just send me a message.

Thank you Kallura shippers, I love you guys!

Imagine, if Delirious had cowboy boots, and used to own a horse..

Maybe he lives just far enough out outside of town, where the woods border his property. Maybe his family always had at least one horse. And he used to have to get up at the crack of dawn to feed and brush the horse. Used to ride him to school on slow traffic days.

Go into town on his horse, to the gas station to get a soda and chips. To the movie theater and let the horse roam free outside.

(And then get guilt-stricken and try to sneak him inside through the back doors but get caught in the process and kicked out. Or not get caught, and he’d sit in the empty theater with the horse laying in the aisle next to him..)

Maybe on really hot days, when he was little, he used to sneak the horse into his room, and his parents never even knew about it until they went to wake him up and, there laying with it’s head on his bed, was the horse.

And then what if he has like a hundred cowboy boots? (”You collect shoes like a beggar collects change!” Cartoonz accuses. ”They’re boots!” Delirious corrects. And I need them!” He yells.) One for walking through the house, one for walking through the muck outside, one for (on the rare occasions he does it) driving.

What if he has a special pair with his favorite horse’s name or picture engraved on them..? (And someone he cares for gave them to him for his birthday or christmas? Or he bought them for himself because he loves his horse so much?)

What if he doesn’t like to travel far because he can’t stand being away from his horse? And every time he does have to go, he calls home every few hours. “Can you put my horse on the phone?” He asks. “Please..?”

And the horse would recoginze his voice and whinny at him, and he’d talk to it for far longer than anyone else he’d call while he was gone..


Chan Gyu Behind Bars


✨WARNING LONG AF but kinda entertaining✨

Aight so I’m lifting around in a mall have a grand time, I’ve already got like 10 makeup things in my bag from other stores when I see Sephora in the distance and I’m like hey! I’ve never lifted from there damn let’s take a look 👀👀

So that’s my first fuckijg mistake, I meant to go scope out the store but there where way 2 many people to scope cams out properly w/o looking like a sus bitch so i just start browsing their merch to see what I want 2 lift for next time. Saddest thing is this was like the end of my lifting trip and I was going to come back for Sephora….tears r shed…. >

But!! The Becca skin perfecting illuminator tempted my gullible ass and I just grabbed one, popped off the rfid and slipped it in my bag at like an empty aisle. I saw a dude browsing like the back sections and I was hmm…he don’t belong here….LP?? Mm maybe idk lol and I kept browsing bc appearantly my dumb ass knows no fear

Just casually browsing, I lift a YSL lip gloss by slipping it up my sweater sleeve I go yeah ok this is a good time to go, I make it for the exit and its like Oh Hell No. There’s a SA standing there handing out perfume samples. I’m like :^) but sometimes ya just gotta persevere so I walked out when she was busy showing the samples to this group. I’m like phew I’m all g when I hear “sorry can I just check ur bag :) :)” and I fucking 😒😒😒 ohhhh fuck bitch u just Fucked Upp.

And bc was hella outta my game I complied?? I knew if I asked her if she had the right to search she’ll fucking kno I was lifting and if they actually did search my entire bag contents they’ll find So Much Shit so I was like fuck damn ok. So I was all haha sure, opened my bag a bit so she can see the Becca skin perfector sticking out and she was all do u have a receipt :) :))) and I’m like hahah!! No…😂😂…

SA tells me 2 come back with her and this group of people she was givin samples to r looking at me like 😟😠😠 and I’m just.soz…just ur local thief passin thru haha… She calls over the LP guy guess who he fucking is, he’s like lol u fucked up like he literally said that and inside I’m like look here u fat drake Lookin snitch have some fucking manners but outside I’m 😢😢I’m really sorry!!!

Ok so this is the part of the story where it’s like wtf?? R u blessed by God??? Bc he was like is this the only thing in ur bag? And I’m like yeah!! It is I’m so sorry 😥😥 he’s like u kno I can empty ur entire bag and I keep pushing like no it’s the only thing!! I’m So SORRY!!!!, keeping up the “sheltered school girl who was tempted to commit evil, but is just a sweet angel inside” act 😇😂😂. So I’m led to the back room to see the manager and she’s like ugh what did you steal to me, and he’s like oh, just this and handed her the illuminator and I’m like 😮!!!Fat drake u saved my life??!! Bc the manager kept saying I can search ur entire bag, and he’s just nah that’s all she got 🙏🙏🙏 bless u fat drake.

All the while I’m acting worried as hell and like scared at what’s happening, she tells me usually they call police even if u steal just 1 thing, and she shows me the security cam snaps and these fuckin like mugshots of caught lifters stuck to the back of the door w things like “fined” or “banned for 2 years” written on em like damn don’t Fuck w Sephora u guys they r some Hard Shit…..Anyways she scans my ID and tells me I’m banned for 3 months, and keeps saying how fucking lucky I am to get let go. I think it’s probs bc I showed so much remorse and appeared 2 b a first time lifter 🌞🌞🌞

Anyways so my sad Becca illuminator-less ass goes home and sleeps soundly knowing I look fucking poppin w the YSL lip gloss 😇 💅💅

If ya got any questions abt getting caught at Sephora hit me tf up

  • Pharmercy Fics: Pharah and Mercy play in the snow! Pharah and Mercy watch the stars! Pharah and Mercy are baking cookies!
  • Zarya/Mei Fics: Zarya and Mei appear for one pargraph. Most likely about McCree/Hanzo.
  • Widowtracer Fics: Overwatch and Talon hatch plans to destroy each other from within and in the process get caught in an political battle with the CIA which also uncovers a conspiracy with the Government planning to use widely distributed nanomachines to cover up a scandal involving illegally manufactured nuclear weapons, forcing Lena to choose between her closest allies and the woman she's been having sex with for the past 20 minutes.
Touchy feely

Requested by @ladykaaesienofgondor  , based off this imagine . I never stop at 500 words, yeah. 

Imagine caressing Boromir’s beard.

The last stitch. You cut off the thread and looked at your work with a critical eye. 

Not bad. 

It was not the first time you had to practice your sewing skills on people rather than fabrics, so the seam turned out quite decent. There was even some hope it would leave no scar. It could have been even better, if you had had your hands on the wound as soon as the Fellowship had set the camp here.

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not how this works - calum hood

so i know i’m a little very late to this but i really wanted to contribute to @starwarsmashton and @whatifmichaelclifford ‘s fwb!5sos night so! have some angsty calum smut 

part 2 / part 3 

‘You busy?’ the two words stopped your heart for a second as you read them on your phone screen. That was not the reaction you were meant to have when your best friend texted you, you told yourself. Although maybe it was a more reasonable reaction if you and that best friend had started sleeping with each other a month ago. 

‘Not really, why?’ you texted back, although you knew the reason why. Around 6 weeks ago you’d broken up with your boyfriend and of course your best friend Calum was the first person you turned to, he’d never been a fan of the (now ex) boyfriend anyway. As you waited for Calum to text back you remembered the night it had all started. 

‘I told you he was gonna turn out to be a dick.’ Calum had slurred slightly, the two of you having finished a whole bottle of vodka between you by now. 

‘Oh thanks Cal that’s really what I need right now.’ You snorted. ‘A fucking lecture.’ you grabbed the bottle back off him, draining the last few drops. 

‘I’m not trying to fuck you or lecture you Y/N.’ Calum said, a slow grin spreading across his face. ‘Well maybe fuck you a little bit.’ 

‘Only a little bit?’ you asked with a fake pout, the alcohol clouding your head stopping you from pulling away like you knew you should. 

‘Alright maybe I’m trying to fuck you a lot. Till you’re moaning my name and begging for more.’ he said, his face only inches from yours now. 

‘Well I’m not stopping you.’ you whispered, leaning in to close the gap and press your lips to his. 

‘Wanna come over?’ the sound of your phone buzzing again brought you back to the present day and the text from Calum you were expecting. 

‘Sure, see you in ten.’ you replied, wincing at how brief your messages were now. Usually they were filled with sarcasm and stupid jokes and the emojis you always used which annoyed him so much. You still had those kind of conversations but as soon as Calum was horny all that disappeared and all he wanted was you as soon as possible. And that shouldn’t have been a problem, but with every passing day, every kiss shared between you, you felt yourself wanting more. You walked the familiar route to Calum’s quickly, unable to stop yourself hurrying to see him. 

‘Took your time.’ Calum grinned once you arrived, already grabbing your hand to pull you inside. 

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Shit I hear as an ISTJ
  • Moron McDerp: You must feel pretty unoriginal, being one of the most common mbti types.
  • Me: ...why would I? My ego is not so fragile that I feel threatened by sharing functions with lots of other people. If you need your rare personality type to stand out, you're doing something wrong.
  • Moron McDerp: Is your Si against gay marriage since it likes traditions and wants nothing to change?
  • Me: ???, my Si is looking forward to the time when gay marriage is a tradition with long and steady roots in society.
  • Moron McDerp: Studies have shown that intuitives are more intelligent than sensors.
  • Me: Oh, you must be a living proof of exception making the rule, then.
  • Moron McDerp: It's hard for you sensors to understand but at times my thoughts get so complex and abstract I space out completely.
  • Me: Yes, I don't understand. All I ever do with my functions is fornicate with rulebooks and arrange my pencils in alphabetical order.
  • Moron McDerp: It's good you sensors exist. We intuitives are usually so caught up in the process of creating new and amazing things with brilliant innovation and understanding the world with abstract concepts because our IQ is 2993 points higher than yours that we need someone to manage the practical things. You're needed in society, we need someone to do the laundry and go through our tax reports.
  • Me: know what, I gotta go. There's a meeting for stupid, ordinary, homophobic, rulebook-loving tax enthusiasts who've never had an abstract thought. I need to go attend that. You know, sensor things.

Before I had ever heard of the Temple, just at the beginning of what I consider my Initiatory Work a small rune-pendent came into my possession. I had no real knowledge of Runeology at the time nor was it a topic I was all that interested in but this pendant “call to me” while on a trip with some friends. It was a small earthenware pendant with the word “process” on the back and a Hagalaz Rune on the front. It was the word “process” which caught my attention as it was roughly when The Process Collective really began operating and I was consuming as much information as I could about the concept of “process.” I bought it and kept it on my person for some time, beginning to research a bit more deeply just what this image meant. I learned some of the basics, thought it was a rather neat concept and stopped seriously looking into the Runes.

Shortly after having bought that Hagalaz Rune I took actions to cut myself free from the world I had created for myself up to that time. I ended a long-term relationship, began looking more seriously at my desires, and began changing from a rather bright but undisciplined student with no sense of direction towards being an Honors student in Anthropology. At the same time, I began a period of eclectic magical experimentation, drawing inspiration from Thelemic yoga and ritual, the sigil methods of Thee Temple ov Psychic Youth and Chaos Magic. My interest in Chaos Magic was strong enough that I made contact with the group and eventually enrolled in their Novice-Mentor Program. This was a six-month basic training in magic built around Peter J. Carroll’s Liber MMM and consisted of meditative techniques combined with operative magic and basic dreamwork. While I was doing this practice I was devouring at an alarming rate everything written on the topic of Chaos Magic, experimental occultism and all sorts of “High Weirdness.”

Hagalaz reappeared as a result. A brief mention of it by Ian Read in an interview published in Rebels and Devils edited by Dr. Christopher S. Hyatt made me realize that despite my general non-interest in Runes and Heathenism, or any religious approach to magic, that there was something in this concept that kept reappearing and which I needed to know more about. This lead me to purchase a copy of Edred’s Futhark and Runelore. I was greatly impressed by both works and decided to find out what I could about Edred, which yielded surprising results.  

I learned from Heathens that Edred was a Nazi. Well, that didn’t sound promising but I’d known a lot of people accused of that who weren’t.

I learned from Isaac Bonewitts that not only was Edred a Nazi, what’s worse is he was a Setian. Huh, never really gave the Temple of Set a serious look after reading the GIL and getting an “Anton LaVey meets the A.’.A.’.” sense about it.

I learned from the Order of the Trapezoid’s Website that he had been Grandmaster of the Order. Oh, now here was something I could sink my teeth into.

One of the few things about Anton LaVey’s work that really grabbed me at that time, aside from the cynical humor, was his intimation of a kind of futurist re-interpretation of magical practice, one that sought new and novel manifestations of Undefiled Wisdom. I found his statement of the Law of the Trapezoid as a wonderful restatement of the Tantric idea that the very things that cause ruin in those who are asleep can be both stimulating and transforming to those who approach them with Wakefulness. The majority of the Anton LaVey Show was pretty clearly his own attempt to package his personal understanding but in his Trapezoid inspired speculations I felt there was real if underexplored, bedrock.

From the Order of the Trapezoid, I had learned that not only were there people continuing this Work but that they were often individuals with a real stake in the world who had significant educational and experimental contributions to back their Work. The discovery that there was an active Order of the Trapezoid not simply re-enacting what Anton had done but which was looking to pioneer new Work gave me the impetus to look at the Temple of Set in a more serious fashion.

redoublement // ares


Was there a festival? Had they managed to arrive in Augustria during a festival day? What luck, if that were the case. Gerik and his men found themselves sandwiched between walls of citizens gathered in throngs along the sides of the road to watch the procession of war mounts–their weapons held at rest, not an occupation then, but a force returning home–march in the direction of the castle. The riders bore regal banners that were openly displayed as they passed through. Someone important then?

“Hey,” Gerik tapped the shoulder of the nearest woman, hands raised in a placating manner in hopes of getting some sort of an answer. She shrugged him off, turning her attention back to the rows of horsemen. ‘Not having any of it, huh…

But turning his own gaze back to the procession, Gerik caught a glimpse of a blond mane. In a stunned moment of silence, something pulled at faint memories of olives and spice and–His legs moved before Gerik realized it, carrying him forward in a half-run as he shouldered past offended civilians and pushed his way to the front of the lines. The confused shouts of his men trailing behind him, trying to keep up, went ignored.

When he stopped, he was a good ways further up the road now (with a clear view of the procession, and in clear view of said procession), watching for that head of gold again. Gerik’s eyes widened as he stared. The name came to his lips unbidden before he was even aware that he knew it. “Ares?

Apparently he had gotten too close though; one of the infantry approached, ready to push him back behind the line of townsmen.