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Best Laid Plans

SPN FanFic

~Dean tries to go all chick-flick on you but fails miserably~

Dean x Reader, Sam

2,464 Words

Warnings: Gratuitous Fluff. Smidge of Smut (Barely)

A/N: This is for @lizmalfoywayland​ who sent me the amazing idea this morning. And for @bringmesomepie56​ in trade for Sammy (we’re even now)

~Feedback is the Crack that keeps the writing coming back!~

“So any big plans for tonight?” Sam asked his brother as they both reached for the coffee pot at the same time.

Dean beat him to it and let out a victorious chuckle. “I don’t know what you’re referring to,” he lied; a mischievous sparkle overtaking his green eyes.

“Good morning!” Y/N appeared in the archway, bouncing into the kitchen and running to Dean. Careful to avoid the hot mug of joe in his hands, she leaned up on her toes to kiss him hello. Dean closed his eyes as her lips distracted him, so much so that he didn’t notice Y/N had stolen his coffee until she pulled back and took a sip.


Y/N cringed. “You forgot the milk.”

“I did not. That was mine,” Dean laughed, watching her float over to the fridge with a smile. She was adorable, even right out of bed, especially right out of bed. Her hair was a mess of tangles and unruly slept-on waves, her eyes were bright but sleepy, and her voice was crackly and low. Also didn’t hurt that she looked hot as hell in his old t-shirt that hung down to her thighs, almost completely covering the tiny sleep shorts she wore.

“I would have thought you’d at least make me coffee this morning, Dean.” Y/N poured a splash of milk into the mug and turned to give Dean a chance to defend himself.

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The Price of War - Part 7

From outside, the McKinnon’s house is in complete darkness. The only light comes from the glowing emerald skull in the sky above, a serpent twisting and coiling out of its gaping mouth.

Everyone knows what the Dark Mark means.

Inside the walls are gouged and blackened, scars left behind from violent curses. Sirius makes his way along the hallway, his heart thudding.

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fancyrussiansushi  asked:

Do you think you could draw another Em and Merc set in the new outfits you made them? I absolutely adore the designs!

thank you!! here they are, full bod (imagine merc is wearing pants)


the grisha trilogy meme: [4/5] details (outfit, hair, weapons, etc. etc.) - the Lantsov emerald

I took out Nikolai’s ring and set it on the table.
“Saints,” breathed Genya. “That’s the Lantsov emerald.”
It seemed to glow in the lamplight, the tiny diamonds twinkling around it.
“Did he just give it to you? To keep?” asked Nadia.
Genya seized my arm. “Did he propose?”
“Not exactly.”
He might as well have,” Genya said. “That ring is an heirloom. The Queen wore it everywhere, even to sleep.”


Soulmate AU where reader has a unique set of wings where they comfort her when she’s upset and glow when she’s in the presence of her soulmate. Pairing: Cas x Reader

feedback would be crucial as this is my “come back” piece from hiatus.  so if you reblog or like, please tell me why.  i need  validation. thanks.

Originally posted by pale-horse-dark-girl

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hoseok scenario | lucky black cat

Originally posted by hobies

prompt: We’re both witches and our familiars keep trying to set us up on dates…

pairing: witch hoseok x witch reader

requested by anon | 1.3k words | fluff

Seeing a black cat run across your path is said to be unlucky. But for you, seeing a black cat was the most fortunate thing to happen to you.

Because it led you to Hoseok.

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You Left a Mark on Me

(Read on ao3)

Harry noticed the marks for the first time after the Gryffindor – Slytherin Quidditch Match in Second Year. There were spots of grey all over his skin. When he told Hermione about them the next day she just looked at him confused.

“I’ve never heard of such a thing.” She told him. “But I’ll do some research.” Harry just smiled and shook his head. “I’ll do it on my own.” After all it seemed like no one but he could see them, at least none of the Gryffindor boys had asked about them in the locker rooms after the match.

He had soon forgotten about them again, however, as there were more pressing matters, like finding out where the strange voice only he seemed to hear came from. He only started researching them when Hermione told him in fourth year that they could be a sign of some creature blood he had and maybe that would help him in the tournament.

What he found wasn’t that he had Creature blood but rather that he had a soulmate.

“These markings appear wherever your soulmate touches you and can have any colour. Most often the colour can be connected to one’s soulmate. The markings will disappear after a few hours.”

Harry sighed. At least that mystery was solved now. But it created another. Who exactly was his soulmate? His first guess was a Slytherin, grey was almost silver after all, but that couldn’t be, right? Slytherins and Gryffindors hated each other.


When Draco noticed the markings for the first time he slumped down on his bed and started crying. “They hate me…” he sobbed into his pillow. “They hate me, they hate me, they hate me…” the markings were a dull green and Draco knew the brighter the colours were, the more loving the touch had been.


When he undressed after the final battle, it was the first time Harry really noticed the markings again. So far they had always been a dull dark grey but now they were almost sparkling silver reflecting in the light shining through the windows. And he knew only of one person, who had touched him like that today, arms around his waist, and chest to his back, clinging to him for dear life. Draco Malfoy was his soulmate.


Draco looked at his palm for long seconds. He had noticed the markings earlier already but until now, after the final battle, in the privacy of his own bed, he didn’t have time to really realize what they meant.
They weren’t dull anymore, but glowing emerald green. His soulmate didn’t hate him anymore. At least not when he had touched him and pulled him onto his broom in the Room of Requirement. His soulmate was Harry Potter.

He had already been back home – no matter how little the Manor felt like home, it still was in a way – for a few days when he finally took out some parchment and wrote a letter to Harry Potter. It simply said: We need to talk. –Draco.

The use of his first name was a peace offering he hoped Potter – no, Harry - would accept.

The reply reached him only hours later, brought by a young eagle owl. He hadn’t expected it to be Harry’s reply; he had always had a snowy owl, hadn’t he?

But it was and it was just as short as his initial message had been.

I agree. Tell me when and where you want to meet and I’ll be there. -Harry

Draco sighed relieved. He had expected Harry to choose a location what would have led to problems as he wasn’t sure whether he was welcome anywhere in Wizarding Britain right now.

They met a few days later in a small café in Muggle London. The first thing that Draco noticed when Harry walked in was that he looked dead. Like killing Voldemort had been his only purpose, his only reason to live and that now he only waited for death to finally take him. But Draco presumed he couldn’t very well hold that against him as he was sure he was looking just as terrible after getting Howlers almost every hour of the day, telling him what a despicable human being he was. He knew that he was. He knew that he had made all the wrong choices and he regretted it. He didn’t need people to tell him what he already knew, in fact he was sick and tired of it, but there was no place he could hide from it so he endured it.

So he decided not to breach the topic but get right to the matter at hand.

“So we’re soulmates.” He stated.

Harry flopped down in his seat opposite of Draco and nodded. “It seems so.”

“So that means that there is some chemistry between us, right? No matter if it’s good or bad, it’s there.”

“It definitely is.” Harry sat up straighter, leaning his elbows on the table. “I mean, we were practically obsessed with each other all throughout Hogwarts.”

Draco was very surprised that he managed to have a serious conversation with Harry. Even though the war had been over only for a matter of weeks, it seemed to have already changed them quite a bit.

“Do you think we could turn that chemistry, that obsession, around?” he dared to ask.

“Not immediately, no.” Harry replied in a serious but gentle tone. Draco wondered how he managed to do that. “It takes a lot for me to trust people and to me trust is one of the fundamental bases of a relationship. And right now, I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. But I think we both changed, otherwise I would have either suspected you to have some nefarious motive behind meeting me or we would be at each other’s throats already – maybe even both. So I think we could try and be civil to each other, like we are right now. Maybe we could even become friends or more.”

Draco smiled at that unintentional leak of information. Harry was still way too liberal about who he told what. “So, you’re not straight?”

But Harry just smiled like what Draco had discovered didn’t bother him in the least.

“I’m bisexual,” he told him instead, as openly as can be. “And you’re very attractive. So as soon as we’re both ready we could try and be boyfriends.”

“Okay. That sounds like a decent plan. Very unlike the ones you had at Hogwarts.”

“Those weren’t plans. I just jumped straight in because the adults were simply incapable of doing something it seemed to me so I took matters into my own hands.”

Draco chuckled but had to agree. Sometimes it had seemed to him as if the staff wanted the students – or Harry and his friends specifically – to solve the school’s problems in their stead.

“It was very nice talking to you, Harry,” Draco said after a few more minutes of pleasant and light chatter between the two of them. “But I fear I have to go now. Would it be possible for you to meet me here again in a week’s time?”

“Sure, Draco. I’m looking forward to it.”

They shook hands and both watched fascinated as their palms slowly turned the colour of the other’s eyes.

“Goodbye, Harry.” Draco said, still a little dazed.

“Goodbye, Draco.” Harry replied and walked away with a smile.

Sequel - Chapter 1

In which Fenris is the Inquisitor, snippet #2

I need a title for these

Hawke burst through the doors of the Chantry, rustling some loose papers and blowing out a few candles as she swept inside, her jaws set and steel in her eyes. Cullen stood near one of the pillars close to the door leading down to the dungeon. He looked up, startled, and visibly tensed when his eyes landed on her.

Before he could say anything, Hawke demanded, “Where is he?”

Cullen nodded his head to the dungeon.

“He’s in a cell,” he replied.

“He what?

Cullen swallowed, but straightened up and squared his shoulders. “Cassandra and Leliana are holding him for questioning.”

“Are they.” Without waiting for a response, Hawke pushed past him and strode to the dungeon entrance. She ignored the footsteps behind her that belonged to Cullen, who hesitantly followed her at a distance.

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super || jeon jungkook


how were you supposed to know that your worst enemy was your roommate all along? 

alien!jungkook, superhero!jungkook, alien!reader, supergirl!reader

a/n: this is relieving my tension from the latest supergirl episode literally am dying. also i saw this prompt somewhere where it was like if u were a hero and ur roommate was a villain and the two of you always fought but u never knew lived with each other so ahhh this is my relief

The impact of the blow sent you hurdling through the twentieth story window. 

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Bright as the Night Sky (Part 10):

Wow! 10 chapters in! I didn’t think this fic could be so long! As always I assumed it would be this short sappy fic and then I just get carried away with the scenes and the characters so here it is! 

Shout Out: @sparkleywonderful @dr-woodsprite @iwouldtrustmylifetohagrid @fck-tamlin @the-bookish-soul @cchcutie @mm23219 @feyreismeiamfeyre @rowanismybae @daughterxofxnight @acourtofrunesandwands @acourtofwishesandrhys @theatrebabe224 @dragonbound135 @acourtofredqueens @iamanthophilous @feysandfeels @feysand9299



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You Can Do What? || old man logan

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

2nd Logan oneshot of the day.. I’ll probably have 2 Charles Xavier ones coming after this so I can finish his requests! The prompt was so RAD I couldn’t pass it up. It’s shorter then most, and you can read it as platonic. Takes place before the events of Logan. Enjoy!

Requested by Anon: It’s as simple as this. You’re a mutant and you’re the closest thing Logan has to a best friend; the only problem with that is he is completely oblivious to the fact that you’re also a mutant. The weird thing about your mutation? You have the ability to morph your entire body into adamantium. 

Tag List: @house-of-penguin @drewkelliii @weasleytheking @agirlinherhead @buckybabble @itsbrittbrattt @liveourlifelikenobodyelse @hookedonawolverine @tigers-have-teeth @castawaybarnes @katiedreamy @xavier-chxrles 

This is crap lol and probably OC for Logan

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Things were wild when Amber was younger and went to fancy, aristocratic Homeworld parties (ps it’s transparent)


Sketch Random + Fanfic Translation.

Translation by: @miguelcool2000

A One-shot follow up story to the comic “Random Sketch”

Title: “If he just…”

“Kill him”

For a second, that idea crossed her mind while her finger trembled over the trigger of her gun.

Her heart would beat painfully inside her chest, suffocating her, the purest and most gruesome hatred was born within her being, rising like hot lava in her esophagus and choking her throat.

The bovine laughed maniacally in front of her , twisting and bending, mocking at what the act one of his henchman had accomplished.

She looked at Nick’s body lying still on the floor, blood starting to form a puddle around his figure.

Judy fought back her own tears.

-          Oh, come on, lieutenant Hopps, don’t tell me you really care for that piece of scum.- Del Toro stated in an annoyingly fancy manner and licking his own lips while stressing each word.

“Kill him!”

-          Shut up! – She rose her voice using all her will not to pull the trigger in that very moment.

“Just kill him at once!”

She heard again her own voice in rage trying to impose its actions. But she couldn’t. She was a police officer, a Lieutenan . She couldn’t let her emotions be shown so easily.

-          Anyway, who’s gonna miss such a scumbag loser like him? It’s a fox, a species that is just a plague to this world…

That was the last straw. How did he dare to say that? What did he know about foxes? What the hell did he know about nick?

“Kill him!”

This time she would follow her instinct.

-          You son of a…

-          Judy, don’t! – shout a voice she thought she was never going to hear again and turned around, her eyes meeting the fox’s looking back at her from the ground, his own shining with an emerald glow, trying to communicate thousands of thoughts, since shouting has left him exhausted – …you are better than that… dumb bunny… - murmured the vulpine with a weak voice and lost consciousness in consequence.

-          Nick!

-          Lieutenant Hopps! – exclaimed a gray hare getting close at full speed while followed by a group of mammals. He went towards his female counterpart whereas the other officers cuffed Del Toro. –Are you ok?

Wilde had interfered at the right time. He have saved her from doing something stupid. She could barely see the metallic cuffs around the ex-politician’s hooves and without even answering to her subordinate she hurried herself next to Nick.

-          Just if you hadn’t save him that day at the court, that idiot would have died long ago and you would live a simple life and I would have everything I ever wanted! – She heard the claiming of the furious criminal, but she ignored him.

-          Nick? … Can you hear me? … Hey Nick, Nick! She said without getting an answer. She remembered the first aid course and pressed her trembling paws against the wound. She had to do something, she had to stop all that blood, but the hemorrhage didn’t seem to stop. – Savage!

-          The ambulance is on its way lieutenant. – He claimed as he checked the fox’s vitals. - You’d better hurry. His heartrate is declining hastily. – He shout over the radio on his shoulder.

A few seconds later the sirens could be heard.

-          Listen to me Lieutenant Hopps – said one of the caribous who checked the one with the emerald eyes – Don’t stop pressing, the wound is in a critical state and your paws are the only thing that keeps him alive at this moment. So, until we can make it to the hospital, don’t let go. Understood?

She nodded and the paramedics performed some maneuvers in order to get them both inside the ambulance.

Everything else was blurry in her mind when she less expected it, she was already sat on one of the enormous chairs in the waiting room of the Memorial Hospital Zootopia.

-          You should take a break – claimed Jack Savage forgetting the formalities, after all despite she being his superior, they were old childhood friends. He offered her some coffee.

-          No. I’m not leaving until I know he’s fine… - answered Judy while accepting the bitter drink.

-          The surgery they are performing will at least take another 10 hours and we still have to prepare the reports of the case – but she didn’t move an inch.

-          I can’t leave him – her eyes filling with guilt.

Jack stared at her intensively and sighed – Well, at least go take a shower, your clothes are a mess.

She was about to refuse again when the one with the blue irises interrupted her.

-          Go to my apartment – he held the keys in front of her – it’s conveniently located just  a few blocks from here, it won’t take more than 30 minutes, I’ll stay here and will call you in case anything happens. OK?

She doubted a little, but ended up accepting and headed to the house of her once neighbor and younger brother’s best friend.

As if she were a zombie, she crossed streets and every mammal she came across stared at her covered in blood, which caused some of the predators to have problems with their collars so she hurried her steps.

She made it to Jack’s place and went straight to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and became horrified, Nick’s blood was everywhere, her hands, face, clothes, her badge…

In a frenzy, she took off the clothes and quickly went inside the cold water pouring down from the shower since the blood was already dried. Otherwise, it would be harder to wash it from her fur.

Damn it!

How had she let that situation end like it did?

She strongly punched the wall, her knuckles went numb due to the pain.

-          Damn it! - She yelled with rage. She was at her limit, and couldn’t keep enduring her own feelings any longer.

She allowed herself to cry. She cried out of powerlessness, anguish, fury, pain and fear.

She cried for Nick Wilde, a predator, a fox, who she had unrightfully called a murderer and turned out to be the most noble, and kindest of the creatures; someone who was just trying to make his dreams come true and help others with their own.

Someone she labeled as untrustworthy and became my only ally. Someone she came to fear, but now felt a deep regard for to unsuspected levels; because he had earned through all means a very special place in her heart.

Those things she had tried to forget due to the involving circumstances that created a barrier between them. But all those circumstances had vanished the moment she saw him falling hurt, all her prejudice disintegrated in an instant.

Sincerely, what made them different from each other?

Being pray and predator?

A fox and a rabbit?

Male and female?

Though that could be said, that wasn’t what really made them different.

The only thing that could draw that line, where the obedience collars. Those damn collars. She felt embarrassed of the fact that she once thought those artifacts were the best invention in history.

She was wrong. The whole society and she were wrong. It was just a horrible tool to keep the divisions between pray and predator, the generator of an endless cycle of hatred.

Something that wasn’t necessary at all as predators weren’t some insensible beasts. Those things only took away that which thousands of mammals presumed to have granted them, their freedom.

And Nick had been the one to teach her that. He had shown her a whole new world, a cruel image and a beautiful reality of which was actually wrong.

And how did she pay him back?

By letting someone with his own stupid ambitions shoot him right to the heart.

Did she really deserved to carry a badge if she tolerated that the innocent were victims of such atrocities? Not if he died, it would just be a terrible confirmation.

A chill went down her spine.

Nick could really die any second and she was standing there dumbfounded thinking about stuff that didn’t matter in that precise moment.

She shook her head franticly and crouched in the shower.

-          He’s not going to die…- she told herself.

After bathing herself, she turned off the faucet, put on some of Savage’s clothes and hurried back to the hospital.

She made it back faster than she took to leave.

-          Jack. – She called the name of the gray bunny as she made her way to where he was sitting.

-          There aren’t any news yet. – He claimed as he jumped down from the elephant size chair.

-          Good, thanks for the shower, I’ll give these back – she pointed to the black outfit from the ZPD she was wearing – tomorrow. Is that OK?

-          Sure. You know you can give them back anytime.

Five hours passed without any of them saying a word. Hours in which Judy’s heart never stopped beating painfully and aguishly in her chest, just expecting to get some news on the fox’s health.

Her friend’s phone broke the silence that reigned in the waiting room, after all they were in the most desolated wing of the hospital.

The hare with the sapphire colored eyes stepped outside to take the phone call and came back a few minutes later.

-          It was Captain McHorn, he says Superintendent Bogo has given Del Toro’s case top priority, and he wants us to write the reports as soon as…

-          You should go to the precinct first, I’ll call the boss and write the report later.

-          Alright. Do you want me to get your laptop from the office?

-          If you could, please.

-          Ok. Then, I must take my leave. I’ll come back later. Cheer up Jude, that fox is gonna make it – he called her as when they were kids while he smiled at her and pressed her shoulder – excuse me Lieutenant Hopps  - he straightened up before departing and she nodded.

Each minute seemed like an eternity, she looked at the clock on the wall, 4:15 am. The 10 hours Jack had calculated the surgery would last had already passed, but there was no signs of any doctor so far.

As soon as that thought hit her, the red light on the sign “Surgery in process” turned off and an elephant came through the sliding doors.

-          Nicholas Wilde’s family? – He asked as on cue and the lieutenant immediately got close.

-          He has no family, I’m his tutor. - She claimed showing her badge. - How is he doing?

-          He lost a lot of blood, the bullet pierced an important artery and got stuck in a difficult area to operate, he also suffered two heart attacks while on surgery, but we could resuscitate him. The surgery has been a success. We will take him to Intensive Therapy and he will have to stay in observation for the next days, and depending on his evolution we’ll be able to transfer him to a private room.

Her heart burst with joy.

-          May I see him? – She asked after listening attentively to the doctor.

-          Of course, but it must not be more than a few minutes.

-          Thanks doctor.

-          Don’t worry. I’ll tell the nurse in charge the instructions so you can see him, I’m leaving now.

Hopps brought her hands to her chest and squeezed them against herself, shedding another couple of tears, but this time she cried out of relief.

Thank goodness he was still alive.

-          Thanks. Thanks. – She repeated while crouching.

She never thought the day she would be happy to hear the beeping of a vital signs monitor, because it gave her the certainty that, though a bit weak and paused, Nick Wilde’s heart kept beating.

She sat on the booth near the hospital bed, which to her fortune was the right size for the vulpine species.

With some fear, she took his paw between hers, squeezing it gently, trying not to hurt him nor messing with the tubes with saline solutions that were plugged into him.

She admired his red-haired face and noticed how exhaust and haggard he appeared to be, also his fur seemed a bit pale somehow, and she felt a deep sorrow to see him in that state.

She infinitely thanked the fact that by medical procedure the collar that slaved him had to be removed.

-          Thanks for staying alive. Thank you for saving me…

Had he died, she would have gone and killed the son of a bitch who shot him with her own hands. If Nick hadn’t stopped her, she would have become into a murderer. If he had stopped existing, she wouldn’t care about anything anymore.

But he was still here, in the same world as her, and from that moment on she swore that she would do anything within her power and even more to make his dream come true.

To create a world where anyone can be anything they want to be.

However, she knew it wouldn’t be easy, but it didn’t matter. If he just stayed by her side to fight for it, the time they would take to achieve it wouldn’t matter.

After all, she didn’t need anything else but him.

-          …Carrots?…

The End

robinwinghood  asked:

Sooooo you know that AU idea with a med student being worried about the barista who's really nice to them and always calls them "princess" because they constantly smell of smoke and it's actually because they're a dragon? Is it just me to whom that absolutely screams Gency in every way?

Ummmm??? Yes?????

Content warning: Implied Sexual assault. Attempted Rape. (It is not heavy, nor described intensely but if there are any other warnings anyone feels I should add, please tell me and I will add them right away)


Gency. AU. Dragon!Genji. Fluff. Angst. Attempted Rape. 

She meets him on a drizzling Saturday night, at the suggestion of Fareeha. It’s not a terrible bar, and the drinks and music are enough to keep her swaying through the night, but Lena notices the bartender eyeing her. She giggles into her pink glass before saying “Luv, go talk to him.” Mei encourages her softly, saying he might be fun to talk to.

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Double Double Toil & Trouble (2/3)

Summary: It’s the season of Halloween. And leave it to the God of Mischief himself to stir shit up. Especially when it comes to meddling in your relationship with Bucky.

Characters/Relationships: Bucky Barnes x reader; Winter Soldier x reader; Loki, several other mentions of Avengers

Warnings: This drabble series will have smut content, so 18+ only. I repeat: 18+, 18+, 18+, 18+. It doesn’t matter if you’re 17 and 364 days. Wait that one day. 18+. Please. Kinks: Knife kink, voyeurism, dirty talk, fingering, grinding, language kink. Choking (and not the kink). A fight sequence.

A/N: This is my entry for @ribaldantiquary‘s Sharing is Scaring: Halloween Smut Challenge. I really don’t know how this came about, and…well… fuck it! LOL.


Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

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A Forehead Kiss, Goodnight. 💋

@bikingthroughhawkins 💖

Over the time El had been staying in Mike’s basement, Mike had gotten to know El a little more each day. At first, he knew nothing about her, she was just some stranger, sort of living in his basement. But, as the time went by, he got to learn a little more about her, and once she was familiar and comfortable in Mike’s presence, she would open up a little more to him everyday.

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