Title: Oh, How We’ve Grown Pairing: Bucky x Reader Rating: General Audiences Word count: ~1.2k Warnings: None Spoilers: None
This is what happens when I try to update a fic. I end up with a new fic, and it won’t let me shelve it for a later date. Based on Ed Sheeran’s Castle On The Hill, my current ear worm. Fic’s all written out, and I’ll post one part a day. Tag list found at the end of the chapter, if you want to be tagged (or untagged) for the remaining part, send me an ask. I will also love you forever for any feedback you can give.
I was six years old I broke my leg I
was running from my brother and his friends And
tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass as I rolled down
2/? G O T 7 ~ HP AU. [random sorting] : jaebum | hufflepuff “ Jaebum makes the pride of his house ; incredible keeper, he’s also the captain of his Quidditch team. Extremely hard-working, he’s a typical Hufflepuff : unafraid of toil and kind even though he rarely shows his feelings (except when it comes to show his love for his cat, Nora). Jaebum’s considered as one of the best keepers in the History of Quidditch but he never boasts about his skills because he’s genuinely humble. ”
Will woke, pain in his back, arms and legs, to a gentle rocking. His head felt fuzzy and the light of the dawn hurt his eyes. He heard, all around him, the sound of water, the creaking of wood. His head was tilted up and his neck craned. The grey clouded sky engulfing his whole vision. He groaned and tried to lift his hands to his head, only to find them bound across his lap.
“Monk, you are awake,” a rough, strangely accented voice said.
Will tried to lift his head and groaned again.
“Do not move, my friend,” the voice said. “I can tell you are hurting. Here.”
A cup was presented to his lips and cool water, gently poured into his dry mouth. A dark head appeared above him, shadowed by the sun behind his figure. Will could not make out the man’s features, but he was large, and his voice deep.
As he drank eagerly from the man’s cup, Will closed his eyes. Flashes of light, angry, fearful red and orange–fire, he remembered–echoed across his vision, in his mind.
“No, oh no,” he whispered, pushing the cup away. Will opened his eyes and saw the man who had taken him.
“Good morning, my friend,” the man–the monster–said.
The northmen had come to his monastery in the night. Will had been sleeping on his pallet, woken by shouting in the distance and screams, pounding at the door. They were in the sanctuary, someone said. They were everywhere.
The door burst open, wood splinters flying. Will scrambled across his bed, pressing himself against the wall. A tall warrior, fierce and strong, and carrying an ax, ducked into the low room. He was carrying a heavy bag–spoils from the sanctuary. There was blood on his hands and his weapon and across his chest.
He blinked at Will. Will stood frozen and stared into his eyes. They were an amber brown and they did not seem angry. As he looked, Will knew–as he had known the brutality of his father, the selfishness of his mother, the faithlessness of their priest, who had sent him away from his village to work and die in this place–that this giant northman would not kill him.
Will blinked and lifted his chin, then cried out, unable to believe that he was wrong, as the warrior surged forward and something heavy came down upon his head.
Will looked about himself now. They were on a small boat. The warrior had been rowing, but now they drifted. They were not far from the shore, heading north. The sack of treasures from the monastery was been tossed haphazardly at Will’s feet, which were also bound. Will looked up, squinting from his aching head, and asked him. “Why?”
The northman smiled. “You were not afraid, little monk. I thought it was interesting. So, you will come with me.”
I was recently commissioned by a friend of mine to do design a next generation of Voltron, pretty much all the current paladin’s have children who end up being their parent’s successors. What do you guys think?
Pairing: Misha x Reader Word Count: 1,540 Warnings: language, implied smut, medical stuff A/N: Since I haven’t posted in a while you guys are getting part 5! No promises yet on when part 6 will be up. Title comes from Backseat Serenade by All Time Low. Also, italics are flashbacks. If you’d like to be tagged let me know! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)
You should write a fluff/smut story with skater Jimin and hockey Jungkook!!! It would be so awesome! Jimin or Jungkook gets confused at what rink they need to be at and meet each other 😊😊
My idea was kind of similar to that, only Jungkook’s hockey team and Jimin just share the same rink for practice. Jungkook’s practice would come after Jimin’s, so as they’re waiting, they get to see Jimin practicing all gracefully and stuff.
I also had the idea of Jackson being Jungkook’s teammate and way louder about his fanboy-ness and praise over Jimin, while Jungkook stands next to him, mumbling stuff in agreement with a red face. Haven’t thought much about other members’ roles. XD
“People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly… time-y wimey… stuff.”
Doctor Who!AU Moodboard_Chen|첸| of EXO [Please do not repost/use it without giving credit+don’t delete the caption]
Solangelo Persephone and Hades AU. With the twist that "Persephone" doesn't know he's been kidnapped.
this has been in my inbox for ages. bc i kept adding and deleting backstory. ugh. so much potential so little time. (pt. 2 comes tomorrow ;) ) also only very loosely based on persephone’s myth. but I have a plan.
In the light of the fire, the prince looks angelic. His tan skin glows otherworldly and hair frames his face like a halo. The golden circlet sitting atop the young man’s curls glints in the warm light of the room.
The Ghost King feels absolutely enchanted.
It’s not just the prince’s beauty that lures him in, or his warm, melodic voice. It has only been hours since his guards have brought the young man from the forest and yet, Nico feels as if he has known the prince for years. He doubts if father, if he was still alive, would approve of such infatuation.
Why he had been wandering alone along the borders of the Ghost King’s realm, however, was still a mystery. The woods were cold, especially now that it was winter, and the wild of Nico’s realm unforgiving. Not a place for a princeling, surely.
“I cannot stay for longer.” The prince says sadly but makes no move to get up or away. “My father will be looking for me.”
The prince’s pose seems relaxed and , in a way, he looks as if he belongs here. Nico shakes the thought away, the very notion of belonging in a place like this is ridiculous.
Another glance at the young man and it strikes Nico that the reason the other is not moving is because he does not wish to leave. Or maybe not so soon. Nico knew from the start he could not keep the prince here, but a strange flicker of hope licks at his heart.
Surely, the Ghost King had the power, the influence and means to trap a princeling in his country. If Nico was to be this selfish however, both their people were bound to be the ones suffering the consequences.
The prince’s family was influential, their kingdom vast, rich and powerful. They would stop at nothing if they thought Nico had imprisoned their child.
“It is cold outside.” Nico reminds quietly and turns his gaze away from the young man.
It isn’t a lie, although it may be an excuse.
The Ghost King has gotten his name from the unforgiving, icy lands of his kingdom that too easily became a death trap for unknowing travelers and adventurers. His castle is too far from the borders, where the world would brighten again, become more welcoming to its inhabitants. The prince knew nothing of the horrors that lurked in the dark.
A sad place, really, although Nico felt right at home in his barren land.
“Stay for the night. In the morning, I will gladly escort you to my border.” He suggests after a moment of silence passes.
The prince’s safe return could wait for one night, could it not? As much as Nico tried to convince himself, he knew he was walking a thin, dangerous line.
“My fires will keep you warm and my servants will have a room prepared for you.”
Nico does not mention food, does not mention the fruit of his garden - the only beautifully alive thing at home in his realm. Was it tempting fate not to tell the prince of the curse that trapped unwilling souls here? Or was it keeping the prince from making this decision himself?
Of all the myths around his person and his country, this was the one Nico was least willing to share.
Across from him, the prince smiles, slow and warm, before he nods.
“I would be honoured to be your guest tonight.”
The room is quickly prepared.
Nico has chosen a space high up in one of the towers that overlooks the gardens. It’s warmer there, easier to guard and offers the one nice view in the trist landscape of Nico’s kingdom. Nowhere else will one find flowers and fruit this colourful and inviting.
He accompanies the prince through the hallways and up the stairs. Nico’s long coat drags behind him up the stairs, his gloved hands stay clasped behind his back.
Their conversation stays light - court practices, hunting, neighbouring countries they have visited - until they reach the door to the room Nico has had prepared. The prince turns to him, instead of opening the door, with a strange smile on his lips.
“You’re nothing like the stories make it out to be.” He says and Nico blinks. The - what?
A slender hands comes to rest gingerly half on his chest and shoulder. Innocent blue eyes meet his, and Nico isn’t sure whether he should step closer or flee.
A thin, dangerous line.
“My father and the King would like me to think you’re a monster.” He continues on, quieter now. Nico doesn’t understand where this comes from after an evening of nothing but polite conversation. “But I can’t find even a grain of evil in you.”
“Maybe…” Nico begins. His voice sounds deeper than he means it to be, catches around the edges. The prince has caught him off guard and it shows. “Maybe you haven’t looked deep enough.”
A shadow crosses over the prince’s face, but it’s gone as fast as it comes.
Nico could never have fathomed that, instead of a reply, the prince would crowd into his space. Nico goes perfectly still when the prince’s hand, previously on his shoulder, settles on his neck.
This time, Nico knows he should leave.
Instead, he allows the prince to press their lips together.
Nico doesn’t understand what the prince hopes to achieve with this, but as his eyes fall closed, he finds he doesn’t care. His lips move before Nico tells them to, and his hand settles on the prince’s side on it’s own accord.
A thin, dangerous line, and Nico has fallen off the wrong side.
“Thebes, City of the Living. Crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti the First. Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh’s high priest, keeper of the dead.”
In which archaeologist Jeon Jeongguk awakens the sleeping Pharaoh Seti (
) by excavating his tomb and in doing so, sets off the Pharaohs curse. Enlisting the help of Egyptian-Korean local Kim Taehyung (كيم تايهيونغ), Jeongguk sets out to stop the curse before destruction arises.