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S E O K J I N

» GREAT ROMANCES OF THE 21ST CENTURY by floralseokjin

» CHARM ME by jungblue

» PERFECT by btssmutgalore 

» A KISS ON THE LIPS by kimtrain

» IN EVERY LIFE, I WILL FIND YOUR SHOULDER TO CRY ON by versigny

» DR. KIM by btsfiles

» ROOMIE by hobibliophile

» WASHING MACHINE by btssmutgalore

» OFF LIMITS by floralseokjin

» UNTIMELY CONFESSIONS by jjungkooked

» SWEET by war-of-hormoan

» EPHEMERAL by donewithjeon

» SWEET INEDIBLE THINGS by kimtrain 


Y O O N G I

» MISS DIAL by versigny / cyphertrip

» A TICKET TO THE SUN by gukvory

» BAD HABITS (FOR A HEARTBREAKER) by jungkxook

» MR.MIN by ellieljade 

» SUGAR? YES, PLEASE by btsfiles 

» HAPPILY EVER AFTER by jeonseok

» DON’T FALL IN LOVE WITH ME by an-exotic-writer

» A BRUSH OF SILK by kimtrain

» SONATA FOR A FROZEN HEART by pantaemonium

» SO THIS IS LOVE by seoulscapes

» AQUIVER by floralseokjin

» THE EQUATION OF LOVE by kookingtae


N A M J O O N

» PEACHES AND CREAM by kimtrain  

» FIVE MONTHS by elliljade

» SHIPS IN THE NIGHT by jungblue

» DRIP by seokvie

» THE TAKE-HOME TEST by versigny

» GRIM REAPER by park-jimeme

» PARTY POOPER by btsfiles

» DON’T CARE ABOUT THE PRESENTS by hobibliophile

» CONSTELLATIONS by yoongguksx

» MARK MY WORDS by triptaech


H O S E O K

» TRANSFERENCE  by jeonjagiya

» THE BOOKS HAVE EYES by cosykims

» A SHOT OF WHISKEY by kimtrain

» LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD by chimdeer

» TAKE IT OUT ON ME by btsfiles

» MIRRORS by yoongguksx

» ONLY MINE by ellieljade


J I M I N

» SURPRISE, SURPRISE by jiminniemouse

» A BITE OF THE APPLE by kimtrain

» SECRET DESIRES by kainks

» TRUE FEELINGS by kookingtae

» CUPID’S BOW by tayegi

» GANG!AU by park-jimeme

» SATURDAY NIGHT by helloblamebts

» LOCKED IN LOVE by jiminniemouse

» LAVENDER HUES by inktae

» IMPROVISE by workofteaguk

» SIDEWALK SUGAR by an-exotic-writer

» SIN CITY by btssmutgalore


T A E H Y U N G

» AWAY FROM THE SUN by inktae  

» THE WINGS OF A DEVIL by kimtrain

» RUNAWAY by jungkxook

» SMILES & NOSE FRECKLES by seokvie

» YOU NEEDED ME by baeseoul

» OUTLINES by seokline

» MIRRORS by jungblue

» REMEMBER THIS by yoohtae

» SLIP THROUGH THE SEAMS by deerguk

» PILLOW FORT by workofteaguk

» THE T-SHIRT THIEF by jungblue

» NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE by hobibliophile

» BETTER THAN WORDS by jjungkooked


J U N G K O O K

» HIRAETH by jungkxook

» LUST AND ERRORS by imaginethisbts

» BAD HABITS (FOR A HEARTBREAKER) by jungkxook

» DAMN THE DELIVERY BOY by deerguk

» IN BLOOM by tayegi

» A SIP OF THE GRAIL by kimtrain

» ORANGE TULIPS by kainks

» BLUE ORCHIDS by inktae

» TATTOO!ARTIST by btsfix

» PROPOSALS by pjxmin

» PHOTOGRAPHS by helloblamebts

» PHASES by yoohtae

» APOLOGIES by seokline

» HOPELESS HEARTS by workofteaguk


M U L T I

» TASTE by jungblue

» POUR UP by jungkxook

» THE SWITCH by kookingtae

» PHILOPHOBIA by minsvga

» CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by minsvga

» LAB PARTNERS by jungblue

» SHAMELESS by imaginethisbts


M E M B E R X M E M B E R

» ARCANUM by through_the_looking_glasses (on ao3)  

» HICKORY by rix (on ao3)  

» BECAUSE FRIES AND MIXTAPES by hoars (on ao3) 

» SOMEWHERE LIKE THIS by yoohtae 

» HOUSE OF CARDS by sugamins (on ao3) 

» LOOK HERE by bazooka (on ao3)  ☆ 

» WE ARE LIKE PARALLELL LINES (NO WAY WE’LL MEET) by tteokie (on ao3) 


[last updated 28-04-17]

THE STYDIA KISS (and hug)- an Extra™ frame by frame analysis

ok so we start out with this shit. even before this frame, dude is staring at them Martin lips like he’s in the middle of the desert and they’re the only water for miles. Then we get here and they both go in OPEN goddamn MOUTH for this kiss. she is PUCKERED for him. She was puckered ten feet ago, she was puckered when she walked in the damn door, hell, she was puckered 3 months ago. She got her tongue fucking ready to dock at Port Stilinski Lips.

She comes in fucking Little Caesar’s Hot ‘N Ready with the hands on the neck. goddamn. And they are PRESSED into each other. If they were kissing any deeper they would swallow each other. Which now, come to think of it, might have been their goal.

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you know, in the summer, sana and isak and even will hang out at this park with a basketball court and sana will bring her ball and it’ll be 20:00 on a friday night, and the sun will still be up but it’ll be a little colder, with a gentle breeze, and it’ll be sana’s favorite weather. and the first time the boys try shooting hoops, isak is actually pretty damn good at it, and sana is like “hmm, not bad, not bad!” and isak smiles wide at her and replies “just admit that i’m really good, a master, the best you’ve seen all year, the -” and then even is wrapping an arm around his shoulders from behind, and he’s mouthing “blah blah blah” at sana and she starts laughing, and when isak notices, he gasps and smacks even’s arm 

and the funniest thing is that even is actually really bad, he doesn’t manage one successful shot, no matter how close or far he is from the hoop. and sana is trying to teach him the right way to do it, and she says “you’re the tallest one here! you’re supposed to be naturally good at this!” and even sighs, little smile on his face and he says “i’m not sure that’s how it work”. and then they go get themselves popsicles and they eat them on a bench and at some point isak and even try to intertwine their arms to eat theirs, but it’s a little clumsy, and the popsicles are melting a little, and they’re giggling. and sana wants to tell them “you guys are the cheesiest couple i have ever seen in my entire life”, but instead she just sighs contentedly, because, yes, they are the cheesiest couple she has ever known, but they’re also some of the loveliest people she has ever met, and some of the best friends she has ever had, and she’s so glad she gets to spend some of her summer nights with them, and that they’d try to share her passion for basketball with her, making her laugh and have such a good time, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything 

The Thing About Love

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Characters: Kim Taehyung. ft bestfriend!Jeon Jungkook. 
Type: College AU.
Genre: Fluff and a smidgen of angst.
Word count: 7.1k


The thing about love is that you’ll never know when it’ll hit you right in the face until it does and you’re tumbling into a downward spiral of mishaps –and in the process, embarrass yourself to the point of social disgrace– still, even then you’ll wonder what the fuck just happened?

“Hey, you okay over there?”

The first thing you should have noticed is the person calling for your concern but you’re too busy being in pain from the akin-to bitch slap that landed smack dab on your face and the throbbing of your butt from the fall which also happen to be caused by the bitch slap. You wince at the stinging sensation when your index finger brushes your nose and realize it’s bleeding –most definitely broken too.

“Let me see.” Along with the voice comes a callous hand pulling yours out of your face then god, you don’t think a bitch slap could kill but no other explanation could make sense because you’re looking at an angel –a damn good looking one at that.

His face is shadowed by the halo bathing his beautiful sun kissed skin but from this distance –oh boy, from this distance– you can very well tell what emotion flashes across that attractive face.

“I think your nose is broken, might not wanna touch that.” He grimaces at the damage and swiftly pulls you up to your feet, strong –but not too buff– arm around your waist and your own arm around his broad shoulder.

You think he said something about going to the nurse’s office and some other thing you can’t be bothered to listen to because you’re too busy being in awe of his long lashes, soft, deep brown strands and just the perfect shade of tan.

Then he calls your name –he knows your name.

“Huh? What?” You snap out, blinking, dazed.

“I’m sorry I broke your nose with a football.”

So Kim Taehyung broke your nose with a football, that is what the fuck happened.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 7: The Grand Tetons

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 6 - Part 8 

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, super mild smoot (it’s not really even smut)

Word Count: 4501

Author’s Note: This part is way too damn long. I really just like the ending. But I also couldn’t figure out what I wanted to cut so you’re getting all of it.

Originally posted by annutystan

As we climb back to the car, Y/N has slipped off of Sam’s shoulders and shoved past him, nearly running up the trail, farther away from Sam. And from me. When we make it to the top of the trail and the edge of the parking lot, Steve looks to me with a shocked and unsure shrug, lifting his hands up in question. She barely speaks to anyone, only muttering a disgruntled, “Trunk, please” to Steve.

Once we’ve changed into dry clothes, Y/N tosses her now useless phone haphazardly into the trunk and grabs for her dated Atlas before slipping into the car without a word. She doesn’t move closer to me, she doesn’t look up from her Atlas. Goddamn it. She’s so upset. “Go left,” she instructs with a heavy sigh as she flips through the pages until she finds the map for South Dakota. She traces over an already marked road until it reaches the end of the page, before moving quickly over to Wyoming.

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Anatomy 101 - Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: Anthony is an art student who needs someone to model nude. He chooses the reader, who happens to have an unadvisable, annoying crush on the sunshine-y boy. 

Warnings: Swearing!

Word Count: 2,966

A/N: It is officially the first day of the Write-A-Thon! I may have stayed up until 12 just for this, oops. But I’m super excited because I love Anthony Ramos and I love this AU and there is just a LOT of love to give, okay??

askbox | masterlist


Really, when it came down to it, Anthony Ramos had asked you to be naked for him three times in total.

Let’s get some context in here.

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A concept

Brian wanting to paint something awesome for noah and asking jude for help because let’s be honest the boy can’t even draw a straight line. And Jude gets so excited !!!! She gathers pamphlets and art books and tries to teach him a billion techniques he can’t even begin to comprehend and he’s just! so! lost!
He spends a week working on 5 different sketches and “ohmygod jude they’re terrible, i’m terrible, i don’t know how you two do it, i should have sticked to sports. Do you think he’d like a signed ball??? Or maybe a telescope??”
Oscar just laughs because god damn of course picasso would fall in love with a guy who can’t tell the difference between the color yellow and the color mustard.
In the end, he ends up giving Noah a simple pencil drawing of him and noah star gazing with smudges all over bc he’s left handed and the struggle is real. he writes a tiny ‘i love you’ in the corner of the paper with a smiley face bc he’s a fucking dork like that and he’s so embarrased when he gives it to Noah like srsly he can’t even look at him. But even though it’s kinda terrible and it looks like it was done by a 9-year-old in sweetwine standards, Noah absolutely loves it.
And late at night he stares at it and tries to hold back tears because jesus he has spent so much of his time drawing and painting the world and the people around him and no one besides his sister had ever taken the time to draw something JUST FOR HIM. and of course he spends the rest of the week grinning ,feeling like he’s walking on clouds and god he’s honestly considering having it framed????? and he’s so so glad he isn’t a horse because he loves that rock-collecting baseball-playing boy so damn much and he doesn’t know where he would be without him.

  • Tae: so I can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute
  • Jin: tae nO THATS NOT HOW YOU BAKE YOUR COOKIES
  • Tae: FLOOR IT?
  • Jin: NO
  • Tae: HOW ABOUT 4,000,000 DEGREES FOR 1 SECOND?
  • Jin: TAE YOU ARE GOING TO BURN THE GOD DAMN HOUSE DOWN
  • Tae: I'M GOING TO HARNESS THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES
  • Jin: TAEHYUNG NO
  • Tae: TAEHYUNG YES
Too Cold

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Word count: 1757

Characters: Minho x reader, Newt, Frypan, Thomas

Warnings: kind of angsty, mentions of injury to reader

Summary: You can’t help Minho when he’s trapped in the Maze.

It was only dawn when you were woken by Minho stirring next to you. You groaned softly, turning over and slinging an arm across his stomach and closing your eyes again. He sighed, and his breath ruffled your hair.

“Come on, love. You know I have to go,” he coaxed softly.

You grumbled incoherently, already halfway back to sleep. “Stay. It’s warm here.”

“What you really mean is, this blanket is really thin and if you get up I’ll have to get up too because I’ll get cold,” he said, trying to stop a laugh from creeping into his voice.

“Shush. Just go back to sleep.”

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Drowsy

Warren Worthington iii x Reader x Alex Summers

A/N: It’s (was) my birthday and I can write whatever I damn well please and it pleases me to write shameless, nauseatingly sweet fluff for my boyfriends. @kurtwxgners back me up here.

The sun is just barely starting to light up the horizon as you blink blearily awake, glancing around in a half-asleep haze. You can’t see the clock, but the dim glow out the window means you can stay in bed awhile longer. The mattress dips slightly under your weight as you try to roll over without waking the boys still sleeping on either side of you. The small movement rouses Alex, the lightest sleeper of the three of you and he drowsily reaches for you, arm winding over your waist and pulling you in close to him. You bring a hand up to brush his hair away from his face, fingertips skimming briefly over his jaw as a soft smile tugs at your lips.

“Hi baby,” you whisper, carding a hand gently through his hair. Alex gives you a small smile in return, leaning in to kiss you softly as his arms tighten around you.

“Morning beautiful.” He glances around briefly, frowning bemusedly at the faint glow of the horizon. “What time is it?” He asks, the look of confusion on his face making you giggle, because your boyfriend really is adorable when he’s mostly asleep.

“It’s still early,” you reply quietly, mindful of Warren still fast asleep on your other side. “Go back to sleep for a while. You’ve had a long week.” As you finish your sentence, Alex yawns suddenly as if emphasising your point and you can’t stop the laugh that escapes you. The disruption rouses Warren, and you feel him shift in closer to you, tucking his head against the side of your neck as Alex shifts the arm over your waist to rest over Warren’s side as well, fingertips brushing over his wings.

“I was sleeping,” Warren mumbles petulantly, his voice muffled against your skin. “It’s basically the middle of the night, why are you both awake?” he complains and you laugh again, rolling onto your back so you can pull him in to rest his head on your shoulder.

“We’re sorry baby, we’ll be quiet. We don’t have anywhere to be so we can all go back to sleep, okay?” You reply, one hand coming up to brush through his curls, making him smile drowsily as he presses closer to you, one of his wings fluttering briefly before draping over the three of you.

“Sounds good to me,” he says, already half asleep again. Alex moves so he can rest his head on your other shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your clavicle as he cuddles in closer to your side, reaching over to wind his fingers through Warren’s where his hand is resting on your waist. They’re both fast asleep in seconds, and a fond smile spreads across your face as you look down at them. Mornings like this where no one has anywhere to be are rare for the three of you, and whenever one comes about, spending your free time just sleeping in, tangled up in one another, is your favourite thing to do. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep again either, warm and comfortable and utterly content wrapped safely in the arms of your favourite boys.

RFA + theme(?) park day

Thank you @asking-mystic-messenger for giving me prompts <3

The reason why there’s a question mark is because I don’t know if all of these count as a theme park…also for Saeyoung I could have written an entire post dedicated to him at an amusement park, but I’ll save it for another day if anyone is interested! Also requests are open so please ask away~

-Sevensity 



Yoosung:

  • ofc y’all are gonna end up going to a zoo
  • but not one where the animals are treated like shit
  • it’s more of an animal conservatory than anything, so they help endangered species and provide a habitat necessary for them to live (honestly some zoos are so atrocious it makes me want to claw my eyes out)
  • spends hours petting alpacas
  • “Can we take one home?”
  •  Yoosung as much as I agree with the idea I think kidnapping an alpaca counts as a felony
  • You guys have a really wonderful little train ride around the different habitats. There’s a pleasant breeze, which rustles through Yoosung’s hair as he gazes far out across the land. There is no noise other than wind, the rattle of the train on its tracks, and the sound of your own heartbeat, which grows stronger when glance at the man you love
  •  Yoosung’s face is brighter than the fucking sun he’s such a happy marshmallow
  • he’ll often start talking all animal anatomy to you and sometimes he just blinks and stops himself because whoops? you probably have no idea what I’m talking about?
  • but then you tell him he’s really cute when he becomes so passionate about a topic, and he sorta just blushes a little a giggles and says he can teach you more so you guys can have discussions about this sort of stuff
  •  hoo hoo private lessons with Mr. Kim I’m sure he’s a great tutor wink wonk


Favorite Attraction:

The more peaceful stuff, like carousels and trains

Attraction to keep him away from: 

Roller-coasters (because baby bean is actually a bit afraid of heights) though he will join you if you promise to hold his hand the entire time 


I’m so sorry but I just couldn’t think of anything for Jahee!! ;__;


Jumin:

  • You guys would probably also go to an amusement park
  • but good luck getting him to change out of his normal formal attire
  • “Jumin casual wear. Casual wear.”
  • “Yes, this is what I wear during a casual day. Is there a problem with my outfit? Is the colour not appropriate?”
  • “Jumin the colour is the least of my worries. You’ll actually get a heat stroke if you go like that.”
  • Anyways it takes about a solid hour for you to convince him to downgrade to a dress shirt and jeans
  • but oh is is worth it because he looks fkn H O T
  • however, he will not tolerate standing in line for a ticket, to he uses his rich boy powers to be the first one in the park 
  • Has never been to an amusement park before, and although he does understand their purpose from a business perspective, cannot comprehend why people bother going to them
  • ok Jumin I’ll show you why commoners come to these places
  • You don’t even start with the tamer rides to ease him into it, instead, you grab his hand and precipitate yourself towards the biggest, craziest ride there is. 
  • We’re talking about loops, twists, massive drops…oh, and it goes backwards too
  • Jumin keeps mumbling to himself as the ride slowly started climbing higher and higher.  You know what to expect, but Jumin doesn’t. You know that the ride hasn’t actually started yet, but Jumin doesn’t.
  • He grumbles about how useless this is, what a terrible way to pass time, are commoners so desperate for amusement they consider this to be adequate entertainment???
  • But then you get to the peak, and the only thing keeping you guys from falling straight down are the safety straps
  • Jumin’s eyes widen just a bit, and he lets out the smallest “Oh” as he realizes his impending doom
  • You don’t have time to react before you’re both launched into the abyss
  • Also you’re 128% sure Jumin screamed the whole time while you half laughed at him, half also screamed, though he will deny such a fact for as long as he lives
  • When you both get out, Jumin’s hair is a complete mess and his cheeks are flushed a delicate pink
  • move over Zen, there’s a new god in town
  • You still giggle occasionally at the memory of the ride, so Jumin, wanting some revenge, wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer.
  • “My, I never knew you could be that loud,” he whispersd in your ear, making you shiver,  “tonight, how about I make you scream like that for me?”
  • Daddy yes


Favorite Attraction:

Surprisingly enough, he is very fond of water rides - especially those with water guns where you can shoot others with - as well as bumper cars

Attraction to keep him away from:

The food court. This man will complain about everything from prices to the quality of food and services, he will go on for hours.  Make sure you go buy the food by yourself. 


Zen:

  • he’ll 100% want to bring you to a carnival
  • and people there will 100% try to hire him as a last minute performer so make sure you keep him close to you,  unless you want to see him dress up and parade around in a sparkly outfit that sounds really nice tbh
  • He’s going to buy a couple of those masquerade masks and make you both wear one but lord are they so extra
  • He looks like a prince from the medieval ages
  • Zen is all too eager to show off his strength using the hammer at the strength meter. Finds it adorable when you try to beat his score bonus points if you actually manage to
  • Is impressed by your skills at Whack-a-Mole, and is kind of embarassed when his own skills are sup-par
  • You guys share an enormous ball of cotton candy. Usually he doesn’t like sweets because it’s bad for his skin, but now he loves it since it makes your kisses all the more sweet
  • You ride the Ferris Wheel at night, and Zen makes a point to kiss you when you get to the very top also bonus points if there are fireworks going on


Favorite Attraction:

House of Mirrors (for obvious reasons) can probably smell mirrors from miles away so don’t even try to hide this place from him

Attraction to keep him away from:

House of Mirrors (for equally obvious reasons) yeah so good luck getting him out


Saeyoung:

  • Is an actual ten year old
  • probably more excited than you are, and you have to keep him from running around in circles while you wait in line to buy tickets (he also wanted to hack into the system earlier so you two could get in before opening hours but you said no)
  • letting him eat all those chips and soda for breakfast was probably not the best call, since now his energy levels have increased threefold
  • he’s such a high maintenance boyfriend jfc
  • at first you think it’s normal because let’s admit it, he’ll always be a kid, and who doesn’t love a good old amusement park outing?
  • as soon as you get inside, Saeyoung, eyes sparkling with all the mischievious ideas of someone half his actual age, begs you to let him choose the first ride
  • you agree, because his excitement is getting to you too and honestly you know you’ll have fun together no matter what you do
  • wow what a terrible idea
  • of course this tomato choose the water ride, where all the passengers get s o a k e d
  • now you understand why Saeyoung was so excited, and insisted that you both wear a white tank top that day
  • but it’s too late to back out now
  • you have to admit, it’s pretty refreshing after waiting under the scorching heat of the sun for such a long time
  • you also have to admit the white tank tops weren’t such a bad idea cuz damn this boy has a nice body
  • though on the other hand, he was hoping to be able to see more
  • better luck next time ya loser


Favorite Attraction:

Roller-coasters or haunted houses, whichever one it is, he will make a point to scream as loudly as possible, and as obnoxiously as possible. 

Attraction to keep him away from:

Literally any ride during which screaming is not considered appropriate.  He will not hesitate so scream his heart out during a carousel ride, pretending to clutch onto a horse for dear life someone save this boy from himself


I hope you enjoyed this drabble! I also wrote some headcanons about the RFA/Minor Trio and Avocados, so if you’re interested, you can read it here

maegonstorm  asked:

Did you say... prompts? Fenhawke wedding! Fenhawke wedding! Fenhawke wedding! Pretty please? I have a strong preference for it to be happy (and for you to be happy)

I realized this could be an entire fic in and of itself, so I tried something a little different here. Hope it’s not too off-putting.

From an addendum to The Tales of the Champion, by Varric Tethras, found only in more recent copies of the tome –

Dear readers, as it comes time to update my novel for posterity, I would like to take the opportunity to describe for you a wedding – a wedding of lavish excess unlike anything has ever known, paid in full by the joint efforts of the citizens of a city grateful for all the years of sacrifice, dedication, and service their Champion invested in it.

I would like to describe for you the excitement and the fanfare. I would like to tell you how the Divine herself came down to oversee the ceremony, which was held in Kirkwall’s recently rebuilt Chantry. The aisles were strewn with fresh fragrant rose petals, and the air was bright with sweet music. The Champion and his elf, clad in exquisite Orlesian silk suites, said their vows in the light of the setting sun, and as they shared their first kiss of marital bliss – a miracle! Andraste’s statue, watching over the union, shed three pure, glistening tears of joy!

I would like to describe all this for you – but we all know it’s a load of nug shit.

Kirkwall did not remember its gratitude for its Champion for long, and Fenris and Hawke were forced to flee the city one dark and moonless night. They travelled for a time, fighting slavers, never staying in one place for too long. When Fenris at long last agreed to marry the Champion, they went to Lothering, and wrote for their friends to come and join them there.

The intentions were good. The planning? Terrible.

Lothering, for all its rustic charm, is a bit of a backwoods shithole. Even rebuilt and a full eight years into its recovery from the Blight, it remains one of those provincial little Fereldan towns that refuses to recognize the legality of the union between a human and an elf.

A few of the Chantry sisters knew Hawke from before, but the Mother did not – and no amount of Hawke’s dark scowls and strongly-worded pleas could convince her to allow any of the sisters to perform the service. They were not even permitted to hold their “unnatural farce of a wedding” within the Chantry’s walls.

The Mother was, dear readers, a bitch.

This unfortunate news was not discovered until after I had arrived with the others, and it could have ruined everything – but our brave heroes were not daunted. Hawke would not be deterred in his quest. It was an old man named Barlin who suggested they have the ceremony on the hill where Malcolm Hawke’s ashes were buried. Hawke had recently brought Bethany and Leandra’s remains to rest there as well, so it was almost like having Hawke’s family present, even if Carver had sent word that he had no intention of attending, himself.

As to the services, Sebastian and Merrill offered to help.

“I know you aren’t Dalish, Fenris, but I thought it could be nice,” Merrill said. “I was my clan’s First, so I do have the authority – and anyway, it couldn’t hurt anything, could it? Really, it’s a lovely ceremony – and, oh, I’m babbling, but wouldn’t you at least consider it? I would really like to help, if you would let me.”

Fenris surprised me. He looked at Hawke, and was quiet for a long time before he said, “A generous offer. Thank you,” and it was settled.

Attire was the next hurdle. Hawke and Fenris had been away from Kirkwall for well over a year, and neither one of them owned anything suitable for a wedding. Barlin offered to lend them something, but his suites, aside from being moth eaten and thirty years out of style, didn’t fit.

“If you make me trying one more on, I’m setting it on fire,” Hawke warned.

Aveline met him glare for glare. “You can’t very well get married in that ratty old flannel!”

“Nude wedding?” Isabela perked.

“Hawke can wear whatever he wants,” Fenris announced. “I don’t care. I just want to marry him.”

“You all heard that?” Hawke asked. “I have witnesses?”

“At least mend the holes in the shirt,” Aveline frowned.

The morning of the ceremony dawned dark and gloomy.

“Rain on your wedding is a good omen,” I tried to tell them. We gathered in the common room of Lothering’s inn and we ate the wedding cake and we drank the champagne and we watched the storm roll in across the farm fields. Merrill wove flowers into a circlet that the Big Guy actually let her put on his head, and the moment the rain let up we were up and out the door, rushing across the tiny town to what remained of the old Hawke family farm.

Maybe it was the champagne, but I’ll swear to you, reader, that the clouds parted and the sun poured down on them like pure gold. I’ve never seen Hawke smile the way he did that morning, with flowers in his hair and Fenris’s hands in his hands.  The elf looked pretty damned happy, too.

You’ve all seen weddings, readers, though maybe not weddings like this one. Choir Boy said his prayers, and Daisy sang to her gods. The Champion and his elf vowed to love each other for the rest of their lives. Aveline and I stood up with Hawke, Donnic and Isabela with Fenris. Old Barlin cried.

It started raining again, right there at the end. Hawke laughed, and pulled Fenris close, and as the skies opened up once more, they kissed, again and again and again, smiling between their kisses.

If you want to see love, you only have to watch the way they look at each other.

We all stayed in Lothering for a few days after, but it was bittersweet. Hard to feel like old times when loss is like a scar on reality. But it was good – I’m glad I got to be there.

I wish I knew what the future held. I wish we could all to back to what came before – fix some things, right some wrongs.

But at least I can end this confident in one thing.

The Champion of Kirkwall is going to be just fine.

-          V. Tethras

Don't Mess With Pan's Lost Girl P.4

Warning: violence (not really but idk what triggers you), swearing, smut (ig kinda)

Word count: 1829

A/N: Ok I’m not so sure what you personally would say the definition of smut is but you know it’s something. I will get more extreme than this, I just didn’t want it to be all of a sudden sex, I want to have some fun with it first. Hope that’s all right.

Part 3: https://pan-imagines-ig.tumblr.com/post/155974598099/dont-mess-with-pans-lost-girl-p3


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By the time I figured out how I was going to get out of this damned cage, the sun had already gone down and all the boys were back. Felix took watch again and was standing quietly at his post, just outside the cage. I puffed out my cheeks and reached up under my corset and pulled out my tank top. I ripped off the bottom and stuffed the top back in my corset. I focused my attention on Felix making sure he didn’t turn around and catch me. Keeping my gaze on him I slowly backed up till I hit the cage and crouched down. My hand reached behind me and I blindly searched for the purple flower. Once I felt my searching finger graze against one I plucked it out of the ground and wrapped it in the black cloth.

“Hey Feeeliixx.” I said as I stood, I could just see the irritation building up in him, but he still turned to face me. I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes but locked eyes with me. I walked towards him holding his stare and my smirk grew into a cocky grin. When I reached the other side of the cage he licked his lips and I leaned against the bars. “I want to have some fun.” I whispered and leaned so close that my lips barely brushed against his. He inhaled deeply and moved back a bit. “I’m not falling for this, you’re staying in there till I’m told otherwise.” He said as his breathing increased and he stared at my lips. “Well you know there are a lot of things we could do without ever having to open the cage.” I said tilting my head and brushed my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes as I lightly scratched his head. His eyes then suddenly flew open and he stared me straight in the eye, “Screw it.” He said angrily and pressed his lip roughly against mine. For a moment I forgot all about my plan of escaping, my mind went fuzzy and was only focused on the movement of our lips. They moved in sync for a moment before his tongue licked my bottom lip, with out thinking my mouth opened. His tongue roamed every inch of my mouth and I let out a low moan. I tangled my fingers further into his hair as he deepened the kiss. He then pulled away just for a second, allowing us both to get a breath, before he pushed his lips to mine again. I grazed my teeth against his bottom lip causing him to let out a low groan. He put his arms through the bars and wrapped them around my waist pulling me as close to him as the cage would allow. He removed his lips from mine making me whimper and attached them to my neck sucking roughly, sure to leave a mark. I let out a gasp and he continued his assault on my neck, moving his way down to where my breasts were pushed up from the corset. He kissed them softly before nipping and sucking, leaving more love marks.

I opened my eyes, my head spinning in pleasure, when I saw the light of the bonfire coming from the camp. The sight shook me from my lustful daze and I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. I glanced down at Felix and for a second thought about abandoning the plan to see how far this would go. No no no, I need to get the hell out for here. Once he finished leaving a dozen love bites on my breasts he licked each one to soothe the pain. “Felix” I moaned and he trailed kisses back up my neck until he reached my lips kissing them softly. He pulled away, the both of us panting, and locked eyes with me once again. I slowly bring my hand that holds the flower up, I comb my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes. I take the opportunity to put the flower just under his nose and he, unknowingly, breaths it in deeply. Second later his limp body falls to the ground with a loud thud. I glance up towards the camp and see that everyone is oblivious to what had happened. I squat down and search Felix for keys to the cage. “Sorry hottie, but I gotta get out of here.” I say when I find a set off cold keys. There are only two on the makeshift keychain made from a vine and I pray one of them opens the cage. Luckily for me the first one I try causes the lock to click open. I look again to the camp and watch silently as the boys one by one head off to bed. When only a couple remain I push open the cage just enough for me to slip out, I step over Felix’s unconscious body and make my way around the cage finding the patch of flowers. I pick a few more and wrap them in the same cloth. I push them in between my boobs and the corset and make my way towards the camp.

As I approach the camp I can see a group of three lost boys facing the fire trying to stay warm. I try to stay as light on my feet as possible as I creep up behind them. I hook my arm around one of their necks pulling him to the ground,quickly shoving a flower up his nose, and swing my leg under a second one causing him to fall flat on his back. The third attacks me from behind just before I get a chance to put the second one to sleep. I manage to fight my way out of his grip, though, and I push a flower in his face and do the same to the one still groaning on his back. Panting, I stand and brush the dirt from my pants and look down at the boys around me. I click my tongue and look around the camp, I hear nothing but the crackling of the fire and some snoring coming from all around the camp. I walk around a bit trying to find the leaders tent, guessing that that’s where my belongings are being held, but can’t seem to find it. “Where the hell are you?” I whispered, then pause. I spin around and start to get frustrated, but then I see a tree house not to far from the camp. “Found you.” I say smiling and head towards it.

Once I’m at the base of the tree that is occupied by the tree house I realize just how big it is. I bite my lip and look around for a rope latter or some way to get up, but don’t find one. Looks like I’m tree climbing. I look up and find the branch closest to the ground and jump. I hold onto it and pull myself up and look for the next branch to climb. After a few slips and cuts I make it to the entrance of the tree house. Pulling myself up I find the door open and no lights on. I peer in and find a large bed on the other side, and in it lies a sleeping boy in green. I tip toe in and look around for my satchel and sword. I find my things slung on a chair next to the bed. ‘Of fucking course’ I think rolling my eyes. I quietly walk over holding my breath, when I reach the chair I look back at the boy and turn to retrieve my things. I sling my bag over my shoulder and reach for my sword when I feel a danger placed around my neck.

“You naughty girl.” The boy tisks in a low, groggy, voice. He places a hand on my shoulder and spins me around to face him. “How the hell did you escape, what did you do to Felix?” He asks his face tight with anger. “He’s fine, believe me. If anything he left more marks on me than I left on him.” I smirked and he glanced at my neck, following the trail of spots down to my breasts. His eyes widen for a moment then meet mine again. “You vexed him?” He asks raising an eyebrow at me. “I’d hardly call it vexing. He was all for it.” I say keeping the smirk plastered on my face. He looks away from me shaking his head in disbelief, then moves the danger away. He looks me in the eyes again, then down at the marks, and finally at my hands that are covered in blood from the few cuts. “Come with me.” He orders and walks away. I stare at him, baffled, but follow anyway. He pushes a curtain aside to reveal a small washing room. He grabs a cloth and turns on the tap, wetting it. He then turns to me leaning against the sink and grabs my hand, pulling me towards him and wiping away the blood. I watch him curiously as he continues to gently clean my wounds. “Who are you?” I ask when he had finished and wrapped a new cloth around my hand. He glances up at me with his forest green eyes, through his eye lashes, and it causes my breathing to falter for a second. He smirks at this, “I’m Peter… Peter Pan.” He says standing up straight and looks down at me, he’s only a few inches taller than me but it’s intimidating. “What about you love?” He asks taking a step towards me, “What’s a pretty thing, like yourself, called?” He says as I take a step back. “Mariana.” I choke out. “Well Mariana there are consequences for escaping the cage.” He says still advancing. “What are you going to through me back it the cage?” I ask trying to keep the distance between us but I back into a wall. “No, something that’s fun.” He says stopping only centimeters from my face. I hold my breath and he leans in pressing his lips to mine. I stay completely still and this causes him to get frustrated. He groans against my mouth and presses harder trying to get a reaction out of me. “Come on love. I’ll make you feel good. Better than Felix did, that’s for sure.” I still don’t do anything and he moves from my lips to my neck causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips. I slap a hand over my mouth and he looks up at me. “You’re tough to crack. But I heard that. Don’t worry love. I’ll. Have you. Soon. Enough.” He said in between kisses on my neck. “If Peter Pan wants you,” He says against my neck then looks up at me his lips brushing over mine. “He gets you.”

So my parents and I are sitting on the couch and my bro’s in a chair and we’re watching tv.

My parents start talking about Valentine’s Day. 

Dad’s like: You kids get your mom something for Valentine’s Day?

I said No mom never wants anything for Valentines Day. Apparantly this year she changed her mind ;)

She’s like I like flowers and dark chocolate.

I said ‘Cool, oh dad, I like orange flowers and any chocolate.’

My brother chimes in ‘I like orchids.’

My dad’s like ‘I’m not getting YOU flowers!’

to which I was like ‘That’s showing favoritism.’ Dad blows it off.

SO today I wanlk into the sun room with my mom and there’s this big blue orchid.

I was like ‘Did you buy this?’ She says no and looks over at Joseph in the other room. ‘Joe? this for me?’

Joe doesn’t even look up from his computer ‘Nope. My orchid.’

I love my brother, if he wasn’t gonna get an orchid from his parents for V day he decided to go out and get his own damn orchid.

;)

I love it

  • Blake: Hey, mom...dad...
  • Kali: Blake, my baby girl, we receive news that your school was destroyed! We thought you had died, it's taken months for you to haul ass back home. Where did you get the new outfit anyway?
  • Blake: That's not important. I have something else to tell you.
  • Kali: Blake we already know you’re not straight.
  • Sun: DAMN IT. I CAME ALL THIS WAY!
  • Blake: I didn't ask you too.
  • Ghira: Blake, who is this boy?
  • Sun: Welp time to go hit on Neptune.
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“MY BABY REALLY DID THAT!”

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“This ho got it from me “

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Suho:

“I raised 11 kids while my damn husband was away. Does she really think she’ll beat me with her got damn hot vocals ??” *SIGH*

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Well he found another reason to love you.

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*That seductive look*  (Girl/Boy you ain’t going to survive)

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Jongin: I hate Jongin sometimes. When he gets all giggly he makes me giggly *sigh* 

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Chen:

He would be showing off your singing skills to the guys. *You’re Xiumin*

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Kyungsoo: ‘ When did she start singing?? Should I stop smiling. Damnit I can’t*

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Early Rise, Sunshine!- A Cedric Diggory Imagine

A/N: This is just a little Cedric imagine that I wrote earlier this week for someone. It is my first imagine on here, so please be gentle. Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by gif-loves

The first thought that entered your mind when you saw him was one of pure loathing. How on earth did this boy do this? Every damn morning! Dear Godric, he was insufferable, he was vile, he was-

“Good morning, darling.”

“I hate you, Cedric. I absolutely, positively hate you.”

He sat down and simply threw his head back with laughter. A radiant noise that usually left you with butterflies in your stomach and a warmth in your chest. However, today it left you with a nagging feeling in your overworked brain and only a slight warmth somewhere deep in your heart. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help it.

“Could you stop looking like you shoved the sun up your arse, please? Some of us can’t stand to bask in your morning glory.” You bit back bitterly. Why did he always have to look so great this early in the morning? He looked bright eyed and bushy tailed, something you were definitely not at six o’clock in the goddamned morning.

“Oh, har har. You only say that because I can get up without having to use four alarms. I swear, one of these mornings it is going to get to the point where I will have to send you a howler just to wake you!” He joked back jovially.

You paid him no attention as you laid your head down on the dining hall table and closed your eyes, determined to get some more rest. “What am I doing up this early, by the way?”

You then felt a warmth on your back as his hand was rubbing calming circles into it and lulling you deeper into your awaiting REM cycle. “I was going to take you up to watch the sunrise with me this morning on the pitch, but if you’d rather stay in bed then I can walk you back to your common room, doll.”

Your ears seemed to perk up at the mention of one of your favorite sights. You don’t exactly know why you’ve always enjoyed sunrises. It could be because of the calm of the world surrounding you. Nobody was usually awake before the sun rose, so it seemed like watching it come up was your little moment with the universe–like it was something that only you and the sun shared. It felt intimate, and warm, and so incredibly serene.

“Alright then, let’s get a move on sunshine.” You said as you took a slice of toast from the table and shot him a wink.

He trailed after you happily, intertwining your fingers and allowed you to set the pace as he knew you would be torn from eagerly trying to get to the pitch and being too tired to move. He learned this after only being with you for three weeks. You always had a way about you that was so finicky and it seemed that Cedric was the only one who could deal with it–although, that could be because all he had to do is flash those pearly whites and you’d say yes to anything he wanted.

When you finally arrived at the pitch, you both got on Cedric’s broom and he took you up to your favorite spot: on top of the upper right pillar on the pitch. It gave you the best view of the sunrise, and if you were sitting with him in the right position then it allowed for the light to dance off his skin and give him a very attractive glow.

Once you settled into place, you leaned back and rested your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around your frame tightly.

“You know, it really isn’t fair how you look so perfect each morning even after your quidditch practices. I don’t know how you do it.”

“You know I have a, what did you call it again?- an internal clock. I don’t have any issues getting up in the morning.” After a few moments of silence he chuckled softly and pulled you closer, whispering softly in your ear, “plus, how can I want to stay asleep when I look forward to seeing you every morning, beautiful?”

You blushed and laughed softly at his romantic words.

“Oh I am sure you love to see my troll bed head each morning. You just can’t wait!”

Although, you knew he meant what he said. He spoke with such solidity in his voice, that deep down you didn’t question whether or not he thought you were beautiful. Sure, you had insecurities but Cedric made you feel so loved, so wanted, that it wasn’t ever a serious question on your mind.

“Well, this beast lover wants to see his troll every morning then. I want to see the sun rise up over the treetops and sit here with her. I want to sit with her forever. I could, if she’d let me.”

You simply turned your head and looked up at him, a smile painted on your face. You reached up and pulled him down to you, so you could kiss him soundly.

Soon, you had forgot all about the sunrise that was now happening behind you. You were too lost in the feel of his slightly chapped lips against yours and how his rough hands felt on the smooth, soft expanse of your hips, travelling upwards to the small of your back. You moaned softly, wanting to feel more, needing it. His lips pulled away from yours to quickly travel up your jaw and down your neck. His hands pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap.

You softly whispered his name, followed by a quiet whimper and your hands flew to his chest. You ran your fingers over toned muscle and unfastened the first few buttons on his shirt. This seemed to break him of his trance, much to your dismay.

Both of you were panting, foreheads touching, as he laughed breathlessly to himself.

“What?” you asked, confused as to why he stopped and why he was laughing.

“Nothing, just–,” he paused, trying to situate himself into a more comfortable position, “we missed the sunrise.”

You pulled back slightly to throw your head back in laughter. Of course, he was thinking about how you missed the sunrise.

You grinned cheekily and drew yourself back to him, straddling his waist. You draped your arms around his neck lazily and leaned in close enough to brush your lips against his as you spoke. “Don’t worry, I have more than enough light with you around, sunshine.”