forest in her eyes

ISAAC LAHEY X READER 

DIFFERENT

Request:  Hey can you do a Isaac imagine where your bestfriends before the bite and after he starts acting like an ass to you so you call him out on it and tell him that the person in front of you isn’t your bestfriend. You can decide how it ends thanks loves 💚🖤

gif cred: @sincerelystiles

 

Her head spun, cool wind whipping against her cheekbones as she sprinted through the green underbrush, her eyes reflecting the stars in the sky, lungs filling with the scent of fresh pines. She continued to run, to press on until her legs ached and her chest heaved with the need for oxygen, stopping to sink onto a patch of dirt that had a vantage point over the forest, giving her a birds eye view of the trees which were cloaked in inky darkness. The girl outstretched her legs, fingers sinking in the soil, and eyes fluttering closed while she took in the sweet release of peace and quiet, soon to be broken by an aggravated werewolf.

“(Y/N),” came a voice from behind her.

She flinched, blinking through her long lashes to get a look at the person who stood shrouded in moonlight.

“Isaac? What are you doing here?” she asked with intrigue.

He sunk down beside her, his eyes forward, “I could ask you the same.” A starry glow settled over his defined facial structure, blue eyes glowing vibrantly under the diamond dotted sky.

“Oh?” she responded in confusion. “I’ve just been feeling really weighed down recently, what with,” she paused a moment, “you know, everything that’s been going on.”

“You mean you becoming a werewolf,” Isaac grumbled.

“Yes, that. I guess I just needed to get out, escape it all for a little while,” she sighed, not picking up on the bitterness in Isaac’s voice.

“Yeah, well you can’t escape it. This sticks with you, and it’ll stay that way for the rest of you’re life, so don’t think you can just run through the forest and lose that part of you with the wind,” he said flatly.

She stared at the stone faced boy who sat beside her, and he continued on ignoring her gaze and running his fingers through his honey hair with agitation.

“I…um, okay?” she managed at last.

“That’s it? Okay?” Isaac snapped, turning to her and staring daggers into her bewildered expression.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she admitted. “I was just taking a breather to clear my mind, alright?”

“Yeah well maybe you should realize that coming out here at night will do nothing to change the fact that you’re life is over, and it has been from the second you were bit,” Isaac fired back, his jaw pulsating.

Her brows arched, lips parting in surprise, “excuse me?!”

Isaac tilted his face in towards hers, his voice soft and dangerous, “you heard me.”

She stood at once, kicking up dirt and spinning on her heel, her head tilted to the canvas in the sky as she took in shaky breaths and tried with all her might to calm her heartbeat.

“Feel that?” he whispered from behind her. “Heart racing, anger flaring, and that urge that’s begging you to turn right now? Just some of the perks of being a monster.”

“Stop it,” she commanded, her fists balling, nails pinching at her flesh as they extended outwards.

“Go on, let yourself do it. Or don’t. It’s not like you have the self restraint anyways,” he dared.

“SHUT UP!” she bellowed, turning and throwing a fist out towards the werewolf, who instantly caught her blow in his palm.

“Nice try,” he smirked with amusement, “rookie effort.”

She let a soft growl, a rumble gathering in her chest, fangs sinking into her tongue as they peeked out.

“Good, you’re angry,” he sighed with false pity. “It’s too easy with you.”

“Stop it,” she commanded through a ragged breath.

“Or what? You’ll fail at me again?” he breathed.

She looked at the boy in front of her, the one with the strong exterior but soft spot in his heart. She wanted to see him, his cute little smile and bouncy little curls, but she only saw a stranger under the moonlight.

“Just admit it, you’re too pathetic to ever survive our lifestyle,” he snapped.

“Stop,” she said again, her nostrils flaring as she pushed down the pain in her chest.

“Make me,” he dared.

Her eyes flared a bright copper color, claws extending, teeth protruding, and a growl emerging from her lips. She threw out a fist, but Isaac easily ducked, his head bent to the ground, and when it lifted again, his normally bright blue eyes mimicked her own. He lunged forward and aimed a fist at her, but she twisted his wrist back before he could make contact, causing him to wince out in pain. He fought back harder this time, his knee coming to her stomach and making her stumble back, the wind being forced out of her. She snarled and raked her claws against his flesh, but only enough to scrape at his skin.

“Come on,” he panted, “I know you could hurt me right now, and yet you haven’t.”

She went to slash at him again, but when he simply stood there as if to let her, withdrew her claws and pulled away.

“Why won’t you do it?” has asked, his golden eyes narrowing.

She only shook her head in response.

“DO IT,” he screamed, sending a punch at her jaw.

But she didn’t withdraw, she just stood there as his fist made contact with her face, hoping he wouldn’t do it, and crying out with anguish when he did. Her jaw was broken, and even though she could feel it healing at once, it still hurt like hell. The girl whimpered and hobbled away from Isaac, clutching at her face and sinking to the ground as a fresh waved of tears begged for escape behind her closed eyes, her fangs and teeth receding at once. She did not welcome the sobs that came, aware it only made her look even weaker, but she also didn’t accept the hand that came to her shoulder.

“You won, okay? Now leave me alone,” she said through a broken sob, her knees tucked to her chest.

“(Y/N)…” Isaac started unsurely.

“LEAVE!” she screeched, causing him to step back in alarm. “If you want me out of your life so badly, just do it already. I would’ve cared if it was Isaac Lahey, my best friend,” she whimpered, “but you’re not him. Not since I turned, at least.”

“I just-” Isaac began again.

“Don’t,” she begged softly.

Isaac gulped down the lump in his throat, giving a shake of his head, blonde curls spilling over his forehead.

“I don’t know what happened to you, Isaac, but this isn’t you. I don’t know why you hate me because you know I-I never wanted this. I d-didn’t want to be a werewolf, but now I have to be, because I got lucky enough to have a second chance at living, and I thought you of all people would want that for me. But I guess I was wrong, and you’d rather have me dead.” She lifted her head, steely eyes staring forward.

“I don’t want that,” he whispered, almost inaudibly.

“Then what happened!?” she stood, spinning to face the somber looking boy. “What happened to our little moments, our talks, our hugs, our laughs? Did they all die with me?” she panted softly.

Isaac’s eyes softened with sadness, “I don’t know.”

“So that’s it then? I lost my best friend with no explanation as to why?”

He shook his head, blinking through his lashes, his jaw pulsating lightly.

“Fine,” she turned to leave with a bitter chuckle.

“Wait,” he begged, voice breaking.

She stopped in her tracks, listening.

“I know you never wanted to be a werewolf, but…neither did I. When I found out what happened to you, I just- I broke inside. Not because of anything you’d done, but because of my own selfishness. I never wanted this for you because you don’t deserve it, you deserved the world, and you were so close to having it in your hands. You had a whole life ahead of you, one you worked so hard for, one you should’ve had, but instead you got this, you got-” he paused, tears leaking from his eyes, his lower lip quivering, “you got me.”

She turned slowly, looking at the broken boy who stood before her.

“I mean when I turned I had nothing but a life of no purpose, and a father who made me fear for my existence, I was already gone,” he trembled. “But not you. You were good, and you had friends, family, good grades, and a good life. I knew that becoming a werewolf meant all of that would change for you, and nothing would ever be the same again. I guess I just thought the best way for you to go on was without a person like me in your life, a person with nothing to offer you but more pain, and the easiest way for me to do that is if you hated me, which you do now.”

He took in a shaky breath, “I’m so sorry.”

She stared at him, tears streaming down her cheeks, not giving another moment of hesitation before she launched herself into Isaac’s chest, her arms flying around his neck and face burrowing into his collarbone. He froze for a second with surprise before he relaxed around her, arms around her waist and squeezing her tightly into him. 

“You were always good enough for me, Isaac Lahey,” she breathed into him.

He placed his chin atop her head, silent tears pooling in his eyes as he brought his hand to her hair and ran his slender fingers through her locks, his throat closing up.

“And you were right. With everything that’s been going on, I’m- I’m scared,” she mumbled into him. “And that’s why I need my best friend now more than ever. Because despite everything, you’ve always remained the one constant in my life, and you’re…” she trailed off.

“What?” he murmured, releasing her as his hands came to cup either side of her face so he could get a good look at her.

“You’re my anchor,” she whispered.

He used his thumb to brush the tears away from her eyes, his touch comforting to her cold flesh.

“I will never leave you. Ever.”

Her own hand came to lace through Isaac’s fingers, “promise?”

“I promise you,” he said. “And I will do everything I can to help you, to make sure you get that life you so dearly deserve.”

She bent forward, touching her forehead gently to his, unsure of what to say anymore. Isaac’s bright blue eyes bore into her own, causing her heart to flutter, and the ground to spin beneath her. 

“Trying to let go of you only taught me my greatest fear,” he said softly, after a long silence.

“And what’s that?” she asked.

“Losing you.”

Feyre Head Canon

During her time in the Spring Court, she still paints. One night she could not sleep, so she starts to paint her room, just like she did the Cabin.

Instead of being obvious like the cabin, she hides her family in the colors. Shades of Mor’s hair. Flowers the shade of Rhys’s eyes. A sparkling pond swirls the same shade of silver as Amren’s eyes. She paints a birch forest with the shades of hazel eyes. The reds in her room are the same as her favorite wingspan. Her blacks always have a hint of blue. Her blues a hint of cobalt. Her room is covered in all the colors of the rainbow.

Every night she is surrounded by those she loves, her home.

One day Azriel is able to finally access the Spring Court. He waits in Feyre’s room and is shocked to see the endless mural that hides from her enemies her true home.

When he returns to Velaris, he shares the image with Rhys. Not to sadden him, but to remind him that they will always be her home.

TIKKI

Kwami of Creation & Fortune, mother of the fae, spring of new life and protector of peace.

This ephemeral being drifts through the primordial forests, flowers and new life blossoming in her footsteps. Those who lay eyes upon her are said to be blessed with tranquility and prosperity. But the carapace of the lady is as hard as steel, and when the skies are darkest, the queen is ready for war.

Maybe you weren’t the only one to hurt me. Maybe you were just the one who did it last, the one who was really fucking good at it, too. But every time I look at you I see their faces, their lies and the trauma that ensued.” She looked away from him now, out on the city skyline of the streetcorner they met on for the first time. He was looking at her in his “Fuck, Sunny” way, steely forest eyes and fists clenched in determination.
“How can you blame me for your own insecure instability? It’s not my fucking fault that they hurt you, Sanora.” She looked away from him now; she couldn’t control her tears, but she could control if he saw them.
“I know, Kaleb. Jesus, don’t you think I fucking know that? It’s not your fault they hurt me, but it is your fault that you did.
—  Long ass excerpt from a book that I might be trying to write?

Lauren isn’t expecting much from her twenty second birthday. All the important milestones had already passed, all of them leaving her empty handed. No Hogwarts letter had arrived on her eleventh birthday, no mermaid tail had appeared on her thirteenth. The enormously prophetic sixteenth year – the year famously known for having destinies foretold, for being kidnapped by gods, for falling into a ridiculous love triangle – had come and gone with nothing of note. The most magical part of her twenty first birthday had been that’d she’d manage to consume that amount of alcohol without dying

No grand epics begin on the day of someone’s twenty second birthday.

This is because of those unlucky enough to be chosen at this tender age – most don’t ever make it back.

Dead men tell no tales, after all.

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(Dead women do. The bones and bubbling corpses of hundreds of daring, unfortunate women are screaming warnings and fury at the next girl to join their ranks of the lost and forgotten.

But no one listens to a woman’s screaming.

No one will listen to your screaming either.

Sorry, dear. )

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She wakes up and goes to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

This is a hasty decision, of course, although she does not know it at the time.

This may be her last morning. If she’d known, maybe she would have savored it. Snuggled into her warm sheets, pressed her face into the softness of her pillow, pulled the comforter about her bare shoulders, the most instinctual and simple of comforts.

But then again. Maybe not.

There is also an instinctual, twisted pleasure in ripping off the bandaid.

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Malia Tate x EvolvedWolf!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, girl on girl action yay!
Word count: 1 115

Tags: @peacefullytatted01


You’ve never had a problem with running mile after mile on all fours, but today you felt tired, restless. The legs beneath you didn’t carry you as they used to and you had an unsatisfied feeling in the lower region of your body.

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i see you (post Season 4)

Raven gets them down with minimal turbulence as promised. 

“Could have been smoother,” Murphy chirps, unclasping his seat belt. 

Raven groans from the pilot seat casting a bright smile over her shoulder.

“Should have floated you while I had the chance.”

“We gotta move,” Bellamy says, gruff, moving to the hatch. “We need to get to O.”

“Relax, Bellamy.” Harper chides. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

Monty nods. “Yeah, Bell. No Grounders trying to kill us.”

“No mountain men.” Echo whispers in disgust.

“No crazy AI’s.” Murphy smirks. 

“No death wave.” Raven finishes. 

Bellamy rolls his eyes and opens the door.

It’s been 6 years and 12 days since they’ve seen the sun and their eyes take a while to adjust to the bright light flooding the cockpit. They climb out one after the other. 

Bellamy’s boots hit the ground first. He breathes long and deep and tears spring to his eyes as he remembers the first time he tasted Earth’s sweet air. From behind him he hears the clang of boots on metal and then six thuds as each member of his family lands back on solid Earth… the twisted mistress. 

“Good to be home,” Emori says looking around at the green forest before her. 

“I thought you liked space,” Harper says pushing her shoulder. 

“I did,” Emori says smiling at her friend. “But if I never go back I won’t be sad.” 

They laugh together. Murphy senses Bellamy’s tension and pokes Monty in the rib. 

“Okay guys,” Monty claps. “Let’s get to Polis.” 

Echo snorts. “What’s left of it.”

Murphy rolls his eyes. “Oh cheer up, Grumpy. Wake up and smell the daisies!”

Raven cocks her head. “What?”

“It’s an expression, genius.” Murphy says rolling his eyes. 

Bellamy squints. “That’s not–”

“Shh!” Murphy drags his fingers over Bellamy’s mouth and strides past the older man as he sputters. He turns when he reaches the tree line. “You guys coming or what?”

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They’ve been walking for no more than 5 minutes when suddenly Echo halts at the front of the group. As an Azgeda spy, she’s able to sense danger from miles away, a trait her space vacation failed to take from her. The others know this… they stop too. Instantly dropping into defensive positions. They don’t have weapons but it’s better to be safe than sorry. 

A figure with red streaked blonde hair drops from the trees, back to them, as she crouches eyeing the forest before them. Her movements are full of purpose yet graceful… almost feline. It’s her. The Princess. They gasp in unison. Bellamy’s heart beats so fast and hard in his chest that if you looked hard enough you’d see his thin t-shirt jump with the vibrations. His voice cracks when he tries to speak. 

“Clarke?”

She turns. Blue eyes meet his brown and for a moment, the last six years and twelve days don’t matter… but then her eyes harden and she turns back to the trees. 

“We have to go,” she whispers. “Now.”

They follow her, of course, when she starts moving perpendicular to the path they were on. 

“How did you…?” Raven wonders, in a daze just like everyone else. She doesn’t finish her sentence but Clarke throws a smirk over her shoulder at her friend. 

“Nightblood.” She answers simply. 

“Are we running from anything in particular or…?” Murphy quips. 

Clarke’s shoulders shake with a startled laugh. “I missed you Murphy,” she says as she throws him a quick glance. “But yes.”

She leads them to a wooden hut. It’s big but quaint, shrouded by impossibly tall trees and covered in blooming algae, the door hidden beneath a thick sheet of the vibrant, green flora. She holds it open and motions for them to go inside never taking her eyes off the trees behind them. Her friends pass her one by one and she locks eyes with each of them, smiling as they pass. 

Bellamy Blake is the last one in. He stops in front of her, gazing down into her blue eyes. He sees the tears well and she smiles. He’d almost forgotten what she looked like. She jerks her head toward the others and he spares one more glance before he goes inside. The door closes with a soft thud. 

Clarke turns… seven pairs of eyes on her. She’d forgotten this feeling. To have so many people looking at her all at once. It’s strange… it stings. Leaves her chest feeling tight and her throat feeling swollen. She doesn’t realise she’s been fidgeting until Bellamy crosses the floor with long strides and engulfs her in his arms. 

They cry. 

The others join the hug. The eight of them circled around the girl with the golden hair. The girl who saved their lives. Whispers of “thank you” and “I’m sorry” float through the air between sobs. 

Everyone steps back. 

Except for Bellamy Blake.

His hands cup her cheeks and he leans his forehead against hers. Her grip on his jacket tightens. 

“I’m sorry,” he starts and it’s hard for her to shake her head with the way he’s holding her face but she does it.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She says snaking her arm around his waist. 

He smiles. The brightest one she’s ever seen on him… but then it fades. A single tear rolls down his cheek from his closed lids.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he says, voice small. 

“I talked to you everyday,” she says pressing her body closer still. 

“Clarke,” he sobs. “I’m so–”

“No,” she says. Moving her head so that he looks her in the eye. “We’re okay.”

He nods. 

“This is cute,” Murphy says smugly from across the room. “But can you tell us what we were running from?”

“Klark? Ste bilaik yu?” A small voice comes from a room above them. 

Clarke’s eyes leave Bellamy’s for a moment to look up the staircase behind her friends. She looks back to Bellamy her eyes filled with a new kind of emotion and she smiles brightly. 

“Madi, em ste alright. Em ste nou em. Em ste ai friends.” 

A dark haired girl emerges from a dark doorway at the top of the stairs. The others watch as she descends and makes a bee-line for Clarke. She looks no more than 13 and stands proudly at the blonde girls side. 

“This is Madi,” Clarke tells her friends and already she can see Bellamy is in love. “I found her after primfaya.”

Madi nods at the group and they all smile and laugh for two beats, then Raven looks over Madi’s head at Clarke. 

“Clarke,” she says, a crease forming at her brow line. “What’s out there?”

Clarke frowns, a face they’re all so used to seeing. A face they never thought they’d see again. 

“They came five days ago,” Clarke begins. 


BOOM OUT. 

I wound my heart. I give my poetry its blood to drink. A gem glistens at the bottom of the human river. Red butterflies fly. From my poetry is born a woman bearing a Shiraz moon in a wreath of braided gold. Her eyes glisten with the glow of forest honey and the sadness of eternal fire. In the night, wings sprout on her and she flies to awaken a sun asleep in the beads of pearly sweat on the brow of the lover, in the sadness of the colours hidden in paintings. A woman bearing a Shiraz moon, flying in the night, besieges my sleep, wounding my heart, giving my poetry its blood to drink. I adore her, and I see cities sunken at the bottom of the river springing from her eyes.

Abd al-Wahhab al-Bayyati, tr. F. Wahab, N. Rahman and C. Hotchandani

Essays in Existentialism: Monarchy

I know you did a royal one but how about a different spin where one isn’t suposed to get the crown maybe second or third and then they get it or will get it? And they have to grow up quick to take over?

Pulled back from the front, the shore was a paradise, compared to inland where the stalemate waged, waiting for the big push. The sun took its time dripping through the July sky. Frozen in the thick, heavy evening, it glowed and made the world red and blue and purple and golden, while the water licked at the burnt shore and tried to soothe a bit of the earth for the soldiers.

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Privileged (17/?)

Originally posted by octaviablakes

“*yn* and her four friends plus Murphy continue on their journey to find and save the rest of the delinquents. When they lose one of their own, tensions between *yn* and Finn reach boiling point. *yn* reunites with one of her closest friends.” 

Warnings: death, violence, swearing, fluff, slight angst 

Notes: Based on 2x04 “Many Happy Returns” of The 100.

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“How do we even know if this map is right?” Murphy piped up. 

“I’m just saying, we’ve been walking for two days and there’s no sign of them.” He continued when his question was met with silence.

“Just be quiet Murphy.” Monroe snapped irritably before *yn* could even open her mouth to tell him off. The group had lost what little spirit that they originally had a long time ago, around the time that Murphy had begun to complain every hour like clock work to be precise. 

“I’m just making the point-”

“Shut up.” *yn* cut him off as she came to a sudden halt and jerked her head around. “Oh what now-”

“Shh.” She snapped, shooting him a silencing glare before turning her attention back to her surroundings. The rest of the group came to a halt and they once again fell into a tense silence, all of them shooting *yn* confused glances.

“Do you hear that?” She murmured quietly. The rest of them strained their ears at her words. There was a pause when nothing but birds chirping entered their ears until they all heard something coming up ahead. 

Buzzing. 

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Aelin is finally free: (a fanfic)

Aelin exited her prison, not quite remembering where she was; who she was. She was alone as she stepped out of the chamber that had held her for longer than she could remember. She was afraid to remember. The forest around was thriving with life and green with colorful plants blooming about. Birds sang their songs joyfully above. The brightness made her want to cover her eyes as they adjusted. If she hadn’t been in her Fey form it may very well have blinded her after so long in darkness. She took one step, then another until she felt something hard crunch under her foot. She looked down to find that there were skeletons and various bones covering the ground all around her. A shiver went down her spine as she bent low to pick up one of the skulls closest to her door and inspect it. A warm breeze that smelled of pine and snow caressed her skin then, striking up a fuzzy memory in her mind of skin on skin and laughter….and happiness. A name? What was the name? Frustration boiled in her at her lack of memory. She felt a strange presence nearing her, smelled a strange scent she couldn’t place, but knew was familiar; or had been at one time. She didn’t flinch when a beautiful white haired female wearing a red cloak emerged from the trees. There was a sadness in her eyes as she took in Aelin’s appearance, still holding that skull in her hands. For some reason, it was difficult for her to let go of it.

“Aelin?” The striking woman asked, a wariness about her that Aelin guessed wasn’t a trait the woman often adopted.

“That is my name.” Aelin said with more confidence than she felt considering it was about the only thing she remembered about herself. The moon haired woman approached, her beauty even more unsettling as she got closer. She stopped two feet in front of Aelin.

“Do you know who I am?” She inquired, no threat in her voice, even though Aelin expected it for some unknown reason.

Aelin shook her head slowly.

"My name is Manon Blackbeak,” She paused, waiting for recognition when there would be none, “we used to know each other, we were allies in a terrible war, though I can’t say we were ever really friends.”

"How long,” Aelin rasped. Manon’s black eyes widened a bit. She opened her mouth, then closed it and pursed her full lips. Aelin took a shuttering breath while she waited for the woman to respond.

"477 years.” She said gently, never breaking eye contact. Aelin’s knees buckled and she fell to the forest floor. A single tear escaped her eye as she set down the skull slowly and buried her face in her hands, trying to remember something, anything.

Manon, the woman who was more than human spoke again, her voice changing to a command, "Gods, Aelin, do you remember anything?” The last word was a hiss of disbelief as Aelin raised her head to look at the stranger.

“My name is Aelin Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.” She recited. Those eleven words were all that had kept her from giving into delirium wholly.

All (We) Want

So, in the Writers’ Hub we have quite the selection of opinions on when, where and if Captain Swan have ever done the deed. I took it upon myself to um… bring some of those scenarios to life.

4.4k of pure smutiness in various forms. Rated M. On ao3 HERE

Credit to @winterbythesea @ofshipsandswans @hencethebravery @dassala and @businesscasualprincess for the situations and @captainwiley and @irishswanff for the sprinting help. Did I say credit? I meant blame.

Also @killiancygnus. Because ily.


1. Neverland

He can feel the weight of her stare on the back of his neck as he turns from the helm, her regard following him as his invisible companion as he moves to go below.

She’s been sitting at the bow since sunset, the sky spreading before her like a sea of stars, but her face has never turned towards them, nor has she looked down at the glittering carpet of the ocean below. Her attention has been fixed, wholly and completely, on him.

It makes him nervous in a way he hasn’t felt in centuries - her silent perusal combined with the thrill of his newly discovered feelings leaving him quite lightheaded.

He wants her to watch him, but more than that he wants her to want.

He slips a hand into his jacket pocket in search of his flask - anything to soothe his frayed nerves - but he comes up empty.

“Lost something?” she calls, holding his flask between finger and thumb, her lip curled sardonically. “You’re not the only pirate around here.”

“You need only have asked, Swan,” he says, shuffling over with hand outstretched. To his surprise she pulls the flask back, holding it close to her chest and watching him with hooded eyes.

“Is that true?” she asks, her voice low.

“Is what true, love?” he asks, snatching for the flask and scowling slightly as she refuses to hand it over.

“That I only have to ask.”

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77. Tracing over Dean's freckles

A/N: Um… I don’t have much to say for this one other than it’s just fluff. It’s not my prompt, but it is my story! Enjoy!

Word count: 545

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“Mm, why are you molesting my face while I sleep?” he asks in a husky voice, his eyes never opening. Her skin is warm against him.

“You’re not sleeping,” she murmurs to him softly, her fingertips grazing over the bridge of his nose.

“Not anymore,” he returns, his eyes fluttering open slowly to watch her fingertips as they slid across his skin. Her delicate fingers pass across flesh, so gentle and careful, as though she’s scared she could hurt him by simply touching.

“I just…” she trails off softly, letting her palm cup his face.

“Just?” he prompts, now feeling her fingertips in the edge of his hair as her thumb traced his lips.

“I just love your face,” she whispers, leaning down to press a slow kiss to his lips. “Your lips.” She presses another kiss, trailing her lips along his jaw. “Your jawline.” She kisses up across his cheekbone, her lips feathering gently. “Your eyes.”

His eyes slip closed as she trails her mouth over where her fingertips had been tracing.

“Your freckles,” she pauses, leaning her forehead to his.

He exhales slowly, feeling her hand slip down the side of his neck and to the hair at the nape of his neck.

Her eyes close for a moment as she takes in his subtle scent, still lingering from his shower a few hours ago.

When she opens her eyes, his are open and looking at her, the forest green color burning through her.

She can look at his eyes for an eternity. She sees the color of new life after a long winter; the promise of a new life past darkness that he gives to the world echoes for miles and miles through his tired gaze.

“You’re staring,” he tells her after a moment, and the the corners of her lips turn upward in the tiniest of smiles.

“I’m in love,” she says quietly, watching the way his gaze softens with her words. Her fingers curl into his hair, pulling him closer as she leaned down and kissed him once more.

His lips taste like the whiskey they had been drinking earlier. They’re so soft, so perfectly smooth and rounded against hers that for a second she falls in love all over again, just from a single kiss.

“I’m in love with you, Dean Winchester,” she tells him against his lips. Her head lays on his pillow beside him, and he turns to face her, not saying a word.

Her hand roams once more back to his jaw, where her fingertips graze across his cheek and back to his freckles.

His eyes close for a final time as he pulls her to his chest, feeling her soft skin touching over the bridge of his nose over and over again.

She leans in and presses a single kiss to his lips before moving her hand away.

“Don’t stop,” his voice is vulnerable, rough, hiding a torrent of emotions that she has the privilege of hearing in this moment.

Her chest swells and she returns to her motions, tracing freckle after freckle upon his skin.

He exhales, and she doesn’t stop tracing until long after he’s drifted to sleep, and she finds herself falling deeper and deeper for this man.

“I love you, Dean.”

Elsewhere Radio

The Music

(I hope this fits in with the lore… I mainly just wanted an excuse to make an EU playlist ;_;)

Kleio knew it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. 

Even when it came to the strange inhabitants of her school.

She had suffered the pipes and fiddles playing outside her dorm at odd hours. She had averted her gaze from the circle of students standing on the lawn, closing their eyes and weaving harmonies that Kleio could actually see spinning in iridescent banners above their heads. 
She didn’t mind the music, really. It was soothing, reminding her of forests and campfires and earthy dwellings built far underground. Whenever she closed her eyes during a study session and allowed herself to float away on the same breeze carrying those distant notes toward her, she could almost feel her soul dancing in the sky, climbing higher and higher towards the round, yellow moon.
But it was during one of these moments where she had lost track of her surroundings completely that she found herself on the floor of her bedroom, legs entangled with her computer charging cord and her forehead feeling as if it had collided with something: the floor.
Snapping back to reality as the sound of laughter wafted in through the open window, she knew that something had to be done. The music wasn’t for her entertainment, no. They had just made that abundantly clear.

So Kleio hatched a plan, and hoped that she would not be punished too severely for it.

That little supply closet under the stairs leading to the second floor of the cafeteria had not been used in a long time. Kleio had been keeping an eye on it, and sure enough, she’d never seen anyone setting foot in or outside of it. Surely it would not be missed.

The station was simple to set up: being an AV major had its perks. Soon enough, Kleio’s broadcasting dome encompassed the entire cafeteria and three buildings in the nearby vicinity. 

She played the grungiest, dirtiest techno she could find. Loud bass and hypnotic beats that would drown out any sweet harps. 
This was her way of getting back. Or at least, it seemed like a safe way to vent her frustrations. It wasn’t as if anybody would really care about a tiny bubble of sound with only a 100 foot radius. She hadn’t intended for the station to become popular. 
But of course, something entirely different happened. 
As she sat in her room doing homework, she heard it. 
Loud beats coming down the hall.
This wasn’t unusual, but the fact that the song had been the same as one she’d played earlier that evening on her illicit station raised her nervousness, just a bit.
She wasn’t at the station now. There was no way it was playing her station. They were too far away to pick up anything, anyway.
But then songs began to play in a certain order that made her hair stand on end.
It was playing her songs in the exact order she’d played them. As if she was there, at the cafeteria, repeating the songs from earlier that day.
And, a solid half mile away.
Kleio dashed back to the cafeteria. She had a portable radio in her backpack, and as she ran, she listened to the station that was supposed to be dead quiet pump out electronic notes through the cheap speakers.
The lock that she had installed on the door was still in place. It was iron, too, she had made sure of that.
They hadn’t done anything. How was she supposed to explain this?

There was one fact that Kleio hadn’t yet caught on to during her time at EU: If magic can mess with you, magic will mess with you. 
A twisted kind of Murphy’s law had taken her little station by force and now, Kleio would hear her music being played over PA systems of empty classrooms as she passed by. She could hear it echoing dimly across the lawn, where the once placid rings of supernatural singers had taken to low, angry buzzing which only became louder as Kleio drew near.
The breezy pipes that used to flit outside her window were now maelstroms of dissonance and fury.
Slamming the textbook she’d been trying and failing to read shut, Kleio rubbed her eyes and sighed. She made the long trek to the cafeteria and pressed the master switch.
The sounds coming from her radio did not stop. 
She pulled every plug out of every socket. She pounded her fists on the equipment. Nothing happened.

Kleio sighed, and pulled out her phone, quickly making some changes. She made a playlist, carefully picking out the tracks, and began broadcasting with the new songs.

The angry buzzing and discordant pipes eventually stopped. Kleio’s new mix seemed to appease all of her listeners, human and Gentry alike. She couldn’t even hear the hypnotic instruments outside her dorm anymore: the players had lost interest in their plaything, so it seemed.
Kleio may have lost control of her creation, but at least now she wouldn’t have to worry about vanishing mysteriously or falling prey to enchanted pipes. And now she was something of a minor celebrity in the school paper, which had documented the mysterious shift in tone of the anonymous DJ and posited several theories as to whom the master genius behind the station might be.
But Kleio wanted nothing more to do with the station, and left the lock in its place.
That didn’t stop music from coming out of the sealed room, however. Kleio found that the music would change, from melodic violins and spaced-out beats to heavy drums and droning horns without warning. In fact, Kleio found the station mirroring her own moods, more often than not. 
The PA system would crackle whenever she felt nervous during a test, and low chanting would rumble through the classroom.
Whenever she found herself at a dance (human-organized, she’d been careful to make sure,) the music would follow her movements, not the other way around. 
It was terrifying, and somehow thrilling, to have somehow gained this power. 
But life still continued as usual, and faintly during particularly brightly moonlit nights, the pipes would return, as alluring and sweet as ever.

[x]

Reunion
Levi X reader

*flash back*

We ran through the crumbling, dirty streets of the underground. Trying to get away from the man chasing us, all because we stole a little food. His threats could be heard, echoing off the walls of old buildings and sketchy allies. None of these threats caused us to stop running though. We speed through intersections and dashed around corners as if we were in a chariot race, begging ourselves not to lose balance as we quickly flung around the sharp turns.
Eventually, we lost the man chasing us after ducking into a doorway of our building which only contained ourselves and two others. The four of us were of no relation, but this didn’t mean we were not a family. I leaned against the wall trying to catch my breath as I watched and heard the man continue on past our home. Once he was gone, I caught a fit of giggles. My short, black haired, grey eyed, stoic faced, “brother”, Levi, glared at me.
“Tch. Of course you would laugh,” He said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I replied continuing to giggle.
“It means that this is not a laughing magtter.”
“What? Of course it is. We stole from his cart and got away because he was to old and slow.”
“(Y/n), this is serious. Everyone in the underground is battling to survive. We are at the bottom of this food chain, don’t you ever forget that.” Levi then stalked off to the stairs which he climbed to get to our living quarters.
“Such a party pooper,” I mumbled as I followed him up. How had I fallen for this man? Sure I considered him a brother, but not an actual brother. It wasn’t like we were blood related.
We reached the door and Levi gave the secret knock to let Farlan and Isabel know it was us. It was Isabel who ended up opening the door for us. Her brown hair was pulled up and her forest green eyes were as bright as ever.
“You’re back! What did you get us to eat?” She asked. She was the youngest out of all of us. I was the next youngest, then Farlan. This left Levi as the oldest out of us all.
“Well, Isabel, we have apples, oranges, and a fresh loaf of bread,” I exclaimed as the girl became excited.
“A fresh loaf of bread!? How did you guys get your hands on that?”
“We were sneaky and made sure no one was looking.”
“Nice, I’m sure Farlan will be excited to hear this.”
“Where is Farlan?” Levi asked.
“Here. I was just taking a nap. I hear we have a fresh loaf of bread,” Farlan said as he stretched his tired muscles.
“Yes we sure do!” I replied.
“Great.”
*end of flash back*
I ran through the packed streets as I remembered my happy, small, family from years ago. The memory brought up from the current situation I was in. Running from not a single man this time, but a group of men and women. This group was known as the survey corps. Now, usually, this group only goes outside of the walls to fight Titans, but since I was dumb enough to try to steal in front of them, they were now chasing me. Where had my skills gone? This did not matter though because I was going to escape. I always did.
I speed through ally ways and flung myself around corners as I tried to escape the group. Eventually, I was able to get away when I turned a corner and ran into an open doorway. I leaned against the wall and tried to catch my breath as I heard the group continue on their search. Once I thought I heard them all pass, I put my hood up and left the building, making my way back to the underground. That was until a figure landed in front of me. I looked up and gasped in shock as I looked at the man in front of me. He was the same ornery looking guy he was when I knew him, but something had changed. His eyes looked darker as if he had been through a lot in the past ten years. As quickly as he landed I sped off, he didn’t need me making a mess out of this better life of his.
Levi began chasing after me and after awhile I lost him, or thought I lost him. As soon as I turned a corner to regain my breath, he flew right in front of me. Levi had gotten better at using the 3dm gear.
“Stop. There is no chance of you fucking escaping,” he said in a monotone voice. Funny how some things didn’t change.
“Why should I stop running Levi, that’s all I have ever done. Steal something and run,” I replied as I took off my hood. For a second I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of surprise in those stoic eyes, but as soon as it had appeared it had vanished.
“(Y/n). Should have known it was you. You’re the only one out of group who would have been stupid enough to try to steal in front of a group of survey courps.”
“Ouch. Still as harsh and mean as ever. Makes me happy to know you stayed the same the ten years you’ve been gone.” Once again it seemed his eyes flashed emotion, this time hurt, but I was probably seeing things.
“You haven’t changed much either, have you?”
“Nope. Same old wacky girl who likes to take chances.”
“I see that.”
“So, how has the whole fam been the past ten years. You know after you left me behind and all,” I said, my glare focused of the short man.
“Well, where to start. Farlan and Isabel are dead, have been for awhile now. Otherwise the "fam” is still intact.“ The instant I heard those words leave his mouth, I could feel my heart break. That couldn’t be true, he was probably just trying to hurt me to get back at my other comments.
"That’s a lie Levi.”
“It’s not…no matter how much I wish it was.” This time I knew I wasn’t seeing things, Levi’s eyes watered a bit as his voice softened.
“No,” was all I could say before falling to my knees as tears fell from my face. Sure I was pissed that the three of them left me, but they were still my one and only family. I would have never wanted them to die.
I didn’t even realize Levi had come closer to me. This was a factor as to why I jumped when he put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him to see he was looking right back at me, his eyes watering but not a single tear shed. Soon the rest of the squad showed up, Levi now only standing behind me.
“Nice job, Levi. Now we can take her to the military police,” a tall man with blond hair and caterpillars for eyebrows said. My eyes widened as I thought of what was going to happen to me. I mean I knew, I was going to be most likely executed, but my mind didn’t want to just stop there. All of these terrible punishments passed through my mind until I heard Levi speak.
“No. She can be made into a new member of the survey legion. She has the speed, agility, and stealth that any new scout would need when facing Titans. Why waste this opportunity, we are low on recruits right now.” I glanced up in shock as I heard what could be my punishment.
“We do need more recruits and she does have some good qualities. If your willing to train and watch her, then I guess we don’t need to get the military police involved in this,” caterpillar eyebrows answered.
“I can take care of this brat with no problem,” Levi replied.
“Alright,” big eyebrows then looked down at me, “Welcome to the survey corps.” The man then walked off, followed by the other confused members of the group. All of them unsure of what had just happened.
“Get up brat,” Levi commanded me. I stood but swiftly turned to face him.
“What the hell was that!? Sentencing me to my own death?” I yelled.
“I didn’t sentence you to your fucking death brat. If anything I gave you the chance to live.”
“Really? The first instant we go outside of those walls I am going to be a Titans meal and you damn well know it.”
“Maybe you will, but at least I gave you an option to fucking live where as if you had gone to the damn military police you would have been executed because you stole a fucking loaf of bread in front of a big ass group of survey corps members.” Levi then stormed off, following the group he had come with. “Come on.” He said. I followed his command as I thought of what he had said. He wasn’t really wrong, if he hadn’t given me this chance I would have been killed. At least with this option I could possibly survive if I was lucky. It still gave me a chance.

*time skip*

A week had passed and I was already exhausted from all the training Levi was forcing me to do. Everyday single day I had to get up early to run. Then we would go back to eat breakfast. Next was training to fight which we did until lunch. After we ate we would go out to work with the 3dm gear which I found I was good at, considering I had used it a little bit in the underground, and then dinner. Then it was back out for more fighting. By the time we would end it would be dark and I would be too exhausted to even shower. Let’s just say it wasn’t a fun experience, I almost wished that I had been taken to the military police instead of here.
I woke up once more to get ready for the first activity of the day. Running. I dressed, brushed my teeth, put my hair up in a ponytail, put deodorant on and left to go outside to meet Levi in our usual spot, the front door of the survey corps headquarters. I walked out the door to see Levi leaning against the wall waiting for me like usual.
“Morning Levi,” I yawned.
“Morning brat,” was all he said before starting up our run. I groaned as I caught up to him.
“So how much longer do I have to keep doing this? It is literally killing me. I am getting to the point where I am too tired to even walk.”
“We will keep this up until I think you’re ready.”
“How close am I to being ready?”
“Not even.”
“Are you kidding me right now? I am able to keep up with you now when we run laps, I can fight almost as well as you now, and I can basically beat you at using the 3dm gear. I think I am pretty close to being ready.”
“Just because you are getting better does not mean you are ready. You need to be able to think ahead when ever you fight. A Titan is not going to give you a heads up when it is coming up to attack you or try to grab you. Same thing with the 3dm gear. You need to feel like you are a part of the machine so that way you can focus less on your movements and more on what you need to do to take a Titan down. You think you can kill a Titan with knowledge of how to fight and use our gear? Well your wrong because there is a lot more to it than just that.” I watched him as he spoke, realizing that he was right. If I had any chance of surviving I would have to do better than just train, I’d have to flow.
“Alright, I understand, but is there anyway I can take a day off or something just so I can refresh and reenergize?”
“Maybe one day, brat. Depends on how you do today I guess.”
“Deal.” It was quiet for the run after that, neither of us speaking. Once we finished I went to my room and changed into the uniforms we had to wear. I then went down to the food hall to get breakfast. The instant I walked through the door and into the hall, I rushed to the food and grabbed as much as I was aloud and walked to the table I had to sit at. That’s right, Levi’s table. It didn’t really bother me, but I wouldn’t have minded if I had some freedom.
I placed my food down and began scooping it in, my hunger bringing me past the point of trying to eat like a normal human. I had gotten used to being fed constantly, but with all the training I was doing it made me even hungrier. I was eating away when I heard the tch noise Levi always makes. I chewed, swallowed, and looked up at Levi.
“What?” I asked.
“Do you really have to eat like you’re a Titan?” He answered with his own question.
“Yes I do. First of all, I had never been given, a definite, three meals a day most of my life, and second, all of this training is making me even more hungry.”
“Doesn’t give you the right to eat like that though.”
“If you don’t like how I eat then move. If not then get used to it.” I then began scooping the food back into my mouth as Levi sat down beside me, giving up in his attempt to make me look normal. I soon finished my meal and left to start fighting. Soon lunch passed and it was time to practice with the 3dm gear, which was becoming my favorite part of the day.
We walked over to the tall trees that we would be using to train on. I smiled up as we finally reached the thick forest.
“Want to have a match levi?” I asked trying to make this more interesting.
“Why?” He replied.
“Make this entertaining. I mean it already is fun, but to make it just a bit more fun than usual.”
“I guess.”
“Yes!” I jumped up and down. The feeling of being a kid again passed through my head as I did this. Levi glaring at me for being silly as I danced, laughed, or jumped at anything that excited me. To bad the past was the past. “Alright ready short stuff?”
“What did you call me brat.”
“Oh, you heard me,” I said as I shot the 3dm gear wires into a tree causing me to speed through the air. I continued shooting the wires and flinging though the air as I tried to find the first wooden Titan I would take down. An opening appeared through the trees, a Titan dummy standing in the middle of it. I sped to it. Right before I could cut into its wooden neck, Levi flung in front of me and took it out.
“Damn it,” I cursed as I continued on.
By the end of it Levi won, no shocker there really.
“Damn it Levi. I thought I had you,” I said as I landed beside him in front of the forest which we had entered.
“Told you you weren’t ready yet.” Was all he said before walking back to the headquarters.
“I’m getting there though.”
“Sure.” As we walked I began thinking of how we used to be when our family lived together in the underground. Levi the leader with Farlan as his second in command. Me and Isabel were just there because they were willing to take us in. I remembered how in love I had been with Levi, my feelings hidden for good reasons. The memories passed through my thoughts and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“(Y/n), are you okay?” Levi asked seeming bothered by my outburst.
“I’m remembering the time when we first got the 3dm gear and tried it out. How Isabel was so excited to try it, and how when she did she flew into the cardboard boxes in the alley.” I looked at Levi to see a slight smirk on his usual stoic face. This caused my heart to race as I thought of how I caused that rare smirk to appear. Seems like those feelings had never left.
“I remember that. I also remember how when you tried it out you didn’t have any better fucking luck. You ran into the wall. I remember how scared I was when I saw you just laying on the ground, silent for once in your life. Then when I ran to your side to check on you you began laughing uncontrollably.”
“Wait, go back for a second. You were worried about me? That’s a first,” I chuckled.
“Believe me. I may not seem like I have emotions, but I do, and that moment terrified me. I though we might have lost you.”
“Wow Levi, I didn’t know your were that worried about me that day.”
“I worried a lot about you. You were the one to always do stupid shit that would either get you in trouble or injured and it seems this never changed.”
“Well, I’m glad I could cause the heartless man to worry. And you’re damn straight I didn’t change. Then you would have never found me stealing.”
“I do have a heart you shit. I just don’t express it.”
“This is noted,” I said. The rest of the way to headquarters was quite and so was the rest of the day. When I got in my room I took a quick shower and then went straight to bed. The pillows and blankets soft underneath me, dragging me into a deep slumber.
*time skip*

I woke to the sun shining on my face, which caused me to start getting ready for the day. I began to think over the past month as I began getting ready. Things between Levi and I had changed. We were close again just like we had many years ago. Also with in this past month my feelings for the sour faced man had strengthened no matter how much I tried to avoid it.
“Perfect,” I spoke to myself in the mirror. “Fall in love with your childhood crush who could possibly die right I front of you. Just perfect.” I finished my morning routine and went to open my door to see Levi standing in front of it. This was new.
“Levi, why are you at my door?” I asked.
“I needed to tell you that there will be no training today.”
“So, I finally get a free day. This is a first. What’s the special occasion short fry.” Now, usually, anyone who made fun of Levi would be severely punished, but not me. At least not anymore, he gave up trying after a week when he realized it wasn’t going to stop. So, instead he took a deep breath before replying.
“Tomorrow we go outside the wall to try to take back some of our territory.” This answer instantly shot down my excitement. The only reason for this day off was so we could prepare for tomorrow.
“Oh. I see. So…what do I need to do?”
“All you’ll do today is prepare your horse and outfit for tomorrow. Otherwise you are free.”
“What do you do.”
“Same thing, but I will also help Erwin make plans for tomorrow.”
“Sounds fun,” I said trying to lighten the gloomy atmosphere.
“Relax (y/n). Spend time with the others, enjoy today. You deserve this.” I lost it when I heard him say this.
“I deserve this? I’m only getting this day off because I might not make it back tomorrow. What is this? Is it supposed to be a "make your possible last day of life the best you can.” “
"You’re right,” that’s all he said before turning around and walking away. I wanted to chase after him, what reason, I don’t know. All I knew was that I wanted to spend this possible last day with him, but that was never going to happen.
I shut my door, went to my bed, and plopped down on it. Thoughts of what could happen tomorrow flowing through my head. A Titan picking me up and eating me flashed through my thoughts as I began to shake in fear. I knew this day was coming, I just thought I would have been mentally prepared, but I wasn’t.
When I regained my composure I walked out of my room and to the mess hall for breakfast. I grabbed my food and went to the table I had been sitting at for the past month. As I walked towards it I began focusing in on every face I passed. Engraving each one into my mind so that way if I survived I would know that those who didn’t would never be forgotten. At least not by me.
I arrived at my table and sat. Petra, Eld, Gunther, and Oluo only watched as I quietly sat. Nothing was said for awhile, they weren’t sure what to say and I just stared at my food trying to process what was going to happen. Finally the silence ended when Petra decided to speak.
“So, (y/n), you ready for tomorrow?” I looked up at her slowly, all emotion wiped from my face and voice.
“No.”
“Don’t worry, that’s what all new recruits say the day before their first mission.” She smiled at me as if that would change how I would felt.
“That’s understandable considering that they just might not make it back.” My comment caused her smile to dim a bit before lighting back up.
“This is true, but let me tell you a secret. If you dwell on this fact, you will not only sadden yourself, but also get yourself killed. You must accept your possible fate and live like you normally would, otherwise this life can become a lot harder for you. Will you do this for me?” I didn’t answer for a while as I thought about it. Maybe she was right. I mean it must work for her, she’s always chipper.
“Sure, I’ll try my best,” I answered, a small smile adjourning my face.
“Good.” This was when Levi joined the table with his morning tea. He sat beside me.
“You feeling less defensive now?” He asked.
“Yes. I was just in shock, that’s all.”
“Kinda figured.” I began to finally eat, my food now cold but still good. I was half way through my meal when Levi began explaining everything to us.
“(L/n), you will be joining my squad.”
“Are you serious!? I’m not that good, I’ll get you guys killed.”
“You will not. You’ll be perfectly fine.”
“We have your back (y/n),” Petra added.
“Thank you,” I replied. Levi then began explaining further what tomorrow would be like. When he finished he left leaving the rest of us at the table. Eventually we all left to prepare for the next day. I got my horse and outfit ready like I was told, and then spent the rest of the day with my squad.
*time skip*
I rushed around the room getting ready for the mission. I grabbed what I needed and rushed to the hall to get breakfast. After we ate I was stopped by Levi.
“Listen to me. Don’t you fucking get killed out there you understand me?”
“I understand Levi.” I replied
“Good, now go catch up with the others brat.” I left like I was told and followed everyone to the stables to get our horses so we could begin our journey to the exit of the wall. The ride there seemed like ages, time slowly passing. The whole time I tried to hide my shaking, but failed. Petra, the only one to notice, would smile at me trying to comfort me. I’d smile back and then go back to shaking. I looked at Levi to see him staring at me. I blushed and looked away. ‘Why did I not tell him how I felt. If this is my last day I would have at least liked to have told him how I actually felt even if he didn’t feel the same.’ I thought. 'At least I could have passed knowing I had finally told him.’
I continued to think until we arrived at the exit we planned of leaving through. Once we got there my mind went blank. This was it, we were about to leave the wall. This was the last time I would see most of my comrades alive, considering many of them would not be returning. I looked around and saw anything from blank faces to faces that were similar to mine, pure and utter fear. This moment felt longer than the entire ride here, fear taking its course. It was silent until Erwin’s voice broke it with a loud onward.
The horses began to race through the gate on command. Soon we were outside of the wall and in Titan territory. It wasn’t till we got close to our target that I saw my first Titan. It was huge! It stood on its legs as it tried to run towards a group at our right. The group instantly went on attack mode as the Titan approached closer. It didn’t take long before it was taken out. The Titans continued coming until we reached the forest. Levi had explained that we would have to go in there to get to our destination. He had also said that we would all have to watch carefully because the Titans could appear Anywhere in the woods. This did little to calm me down, but I remembered what Petra had told me the day before. This calmed me little, but it was better than how I originally was going to enter the forest.
Everything was fine until we heard a scream in the back of the woods where everyone else was. This seemed to be a signal for other Titans to attack in the forest because a few minuets later a Titan jumped in front of our squad. I screamed a little as it had popped out of no where, but this didn’t scare anyone else in the squad.
“Eld and Gunther take it out,” Levi ordered. There was no hesitation from them as they shot off of their horses and into the air. “Brat, keep the horses from running away,” Levi ordered me as he handed me the straps from Eld’s and Gunther’s horses. I took them and made sure not to let go.
It wasn’t long until the Titan was killed and a new one took its place. After each kill another would come. It got to the point where we all had to get off our horses to try and help fight the Titans. I was doing well, killing Titan after Titan, until a Titan no one saw grabbed me. I screamed in pure terror as I looked into the crazy eyes of the Titan that had captured me. Hot tears were streaming down my face as I realized this was it, that I was going to die. My life flashed before my eyes as I was slowly raised to the Titans gigantic mouth. I closed my eyes so I no longer had to watch my own death. I pictured Levi as I awaited my death, regretting the fact that he would never know how I felt. At least he would be with me in my final thoughts.
I took one last breath in as I felt the Titans lungs exhale as air blew across me. Right before the Titan could kill me though, it was taken out. I had no clue who it was because the instant it fell I blacked out.
*time skip*
Everything was black, not any light to be seen. At first I thought I was dead, considering there was nothing but black surrounding me, but then I felt my heart beat against my chest, signaling that I was, indeed, alive. I tried opening my eyes, but they wouldn’t budge from their closed state. I internally groaned. I wanted to wake up and figure out how the heck I had survived. At the moment, I could only remember being grabbed by the Titan and screaming, but that was it. Everything after that was blank.
My eyes stayed impossible to open until a few minuets later when I felt the imaginary heavy weights lift off of them. My eyes flew open as light clouded into them. This caused me to have to blink crazily until my eyes adjusted to the light once more. Once I could see, I looked around. I was in an infirmary room laying on a white bed, my body covered in its white blankets. The rest of the room shared the same bland color of the bed I was in making everything seem brighter than it should be. I then saw a man in a chair beside my bed. It took me a few minuets to figure out that it was no other than Levi sleeping in the chair. He seemed to look normal except for the red puffy eyes he had. Had he been crying? That seemed impossible to me considering the man never seemed to show emotion at all.
I couldn’t help but stare at him as he slept, trying to figure out if I was just seeing things or if his puffy eyes were indeed real. A half hour passed before he finally stirred from his sleep. My assumption was proven true when I saw his eyes open to reveal blood shot eyes. It took a few minuets for the short man to figured out I was awake. When he did he instantly rushed to my side.
“You fucking idiot! You almost got fucking killed you dumb shit! I told you not to get killed and look what you fucking did you almost got fucking killed!” Levi was screaming at me in a fury I had only seen a few times in the month I had been here at the survey corps headquarters. I cowered back a bit, trying to escape the fuming man by sinking into the bed.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see that Titan coming. If I had I would have killed it,” I whispered.
“You’re sorry!? I almost lost you, damn it. I almost lost you just like the others,” he quieted down as he finished.
“Levi, what do you mean by others?”
“Farlan and Isabel.”
“What, they were in the survey corps too?”
“Yes.”
“Is that why you left and never came back?” I quietly looked down as I asked.
“Yes, but we had no choice.”
“You didn’t have a choice Levi? Of course you did,” I said bitterly. I was still touchy around the whole being left behind bit, and the fact that he said there was no choice let it resurface. Levi never explained what truly happened and I deserved to know considering I almost died. “You had a choice to join. You know how long I waited for you three to come home. Months. I waited months. I worried for months. I was scared you had gotten caught. I asked around the underground if anyone had heard anything, seen anything. There was nothing. It was if you fell off the face of the earth. Eventually I gave up, I realized you three left me behind. I thought I had done something wrong, I thought it was my fault you left. You were the only family I had and you left, just like my parents. If I am wrong in my understanding of this then please do explain because I really would like to be out of the dark now.”
“We didn’t have a choice ( y/n). What happened to you, happened to us. We were being chased by the survey corps. I thought we had escaped, but that was when Erwin landed in front of us along with the others, trapping us. They kicked us to the ground. Erwin explained that I had two options, let Farlan, Isabel, and me be put in prison or join the survey corps. I couldn’t let them go to prison so I said we’d join. I hated how I felt, being trapped with each option being terrible. And don’t you think I didn’t feel bad about never being able to fucking tell you what was going to happen. I begged them to let me go back to tell you but the basterds wouldn’t let me. I carried that guilt for years! Then on one of our missions outside of the wall I split from my group to kill a Titan. I told Farlan and Isabel to stay with the group, they still listened to me even though I wasn’t their leader anymore,” he chuckled humorlessly. “So, I was off killing a Titan while the rest of my group was continuing on the path they were to go. See even then I was considered one of the best Titan killers and this caused my ego to sky rocket making me belive I could do anything. Let’s just say I learned my lesson that day.” Levi stopped talking. He lowered his head so he was looking at his legs. I knew where this was going, but I needed to know for sure.
“Levi, what happened?”
“I killed that Titan,” he said. That’s when I saw a single tear fall into his lap. He couldn’t be crying right? “But after I did I heard screams behind me. I figured it was another group and began heading over in that direction to help them. When I got there, I found a massacre. Limbs were lying everywhere. Blood was covering everything.” He paused and took a shaken breath. I had never seen Levi like this, I had never seen him show emotion in general, but this was strange. “I watched as the Titans were still munching on people. I then heard a scream that sounded like Farlan’s but I thought I was hearing things. It wasn’t till I heard my name being screamed that I turned in that direction to see a Titan with Farlan in its disgusting hands. I rushed over, but I was to late. I watched the fucking thing kill Farlan. The fucking bastered ate everything but his head.” Levis voice cracked as he said this. I watched as more tears split from his eyes and onto his lap. The site broke my heart and I began crying as well as I thought of what my two “siblings” had gone through. What horror they had faced. How they knew they were going to die. I hugged Levi as we cried together. A few minuets passed before Levi calmed down and pulled away from me to continue the story.
“That Titan, I killed it, but not instantly. No, I slowly killed it. I cut the damn monster to shreds and it wasn’t until I knew it was suffering that I finally ended its life. After that I fell to my knees and cried until Erwin came to get me. The only I had family was killed by them and it was all my fault. Had I not been so fucking cocky, had I just stayed with them, they would be here alive and well. But no I didn’t. They are dead because of me. Because I let us get caught by the survey corps, because I decided joining them was a better decision, because I left them. I was all of your leaders and I failed you all.” Levi looked up at me as tears continued to fall from his eyes. “And to make it all better, I almost let you die that same fucking way as they did. I almost got you killed too, the last family I had and I almost got you killed. You would think I would learn the first fucking time, but no I had to do it again.”
“Levi it wasn’t your fault. There is nothing you could have done to save Farlan and Isabel. It was their choice to listen as much as it was your choice to tell them to stay, and you never failed us. We all knew you did what you did because you knew what was best for us. You gave us all a family made of four kids who thought they would always be alone. That is more than enough to prove how you didn’t fail us. They might have died, but that was out of your hands and you did your best to stop that. That was all you could do,” I said as I watched Levi look back down at his legs. I picked his head up in my hands and made him look at me. “And there is no way in hell that you failed me. You saved me did you not, I am assuming you killed the Titan that had me, am I right?” Levi shook is head yes. “So you didn’t fail me Levi. I am still hear breathing air because you saved me. Don’t you ever dare to forget that. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” I smiled. “Now may I tell you something?”
“Yes, what is it?” Levi asked as he wiped his tears from his face.
“I have wanted to tell you this before we went on the mission in case I didn’t make it, but I couldn’t get up the courage. I think this close encounter with death has helped me decide to tell you now.” I paused before going on. “Levi, I have felt this feeling for you since we were kids. When you left I forgot about this feeling and it wasn’t until I found you again that I realized what it was. Levi, I love you, and I know you might not fe-” my sentence was interrupted by a pair of rough lips agains mine. My eyes widened in shock at the realization of what was happening, but then closed as I relaxed into it. The kiss started off as soft and unsure, but quickly changed to passionate and loving the instant Levi realized I was kissing him back. We broke apart from each other to catch our breaths.
“So does this mean that short stuff loves me too?” I chuckled.
“Yes you dumb shit,” he answered.
“Good, I was hoping you would.” I then kissed him once more. We broke apart once more, this time Levi began talking.
“Just so you know, training is not going to become easier for you.”
“ I figure as not, but a girl could dream right?”

The Wolf’s Domain

Words: 15, 795

Everyone writes about Werewolf!McCree, and I love it, but I tried my hand at Werewolf!Hanzo. It… got a bit out of hand.


Few ever branched into the wolf’s domain. It was not a place that wanderers could merely find themselves after a single missed turn or misread sign. This was the heart of the unsettled land, secluded, safe. People did not come here on their morning walks; beautiful as it was, it was simply not the place for man.

Few that wandered here possessed kind souls, not this distance from the beaten path through the forest. Those that meandered these grounds with a weapon in hand were only looking for trouble, and, most often, they would find it. The warnings posted at every entrance to the forest that bid travelers be wary were not decorations meant to be admired and forgotten. Those that freely disobeyed these warnings would come to regret their actions in time.


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CS FF: Forever Yours

Summary:  My version of how season 7 should open.  Set in the future during a time of peace in Storybrooke, Emma and Killian are living a blissfully happy life with their seven year old twins.  But this is still Storybrooke.  And things can change in the blink of an eye.

Rating: PG

Note: Thank you for the responses to ‘Never Stop Fighting’. Since Emma is only guaranteed to be back for one episode, we know that CS will have to be separated somehow.   Given what we know so far, this is how I would like things to go in the season premiere.  Oh and there is no mention of Henry in this because I’m still trying to wrap my mind around how that whole thing is going to work and what exactly will happen to him in the future.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Forever Yours: Part 1/1…

Killian came up behind his wife, as she stood at the stove making pancakes.  He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his nose into her neck.

“Something smells delicious,” he muttered.

Emma giggled as his lips moved to her neck.

“Don’t start,” she warned.  “The kids are already up and in the living room.”

“What?” he asked, nibbling on her ear.  “I was talking about the pancakes.”

“Sure you were,” she replied with a laugh.

Emma spun around in her husband’s arms and snaked hers around his neck.  His lips came crashing into hers, his tongue quickly diving into her mouth.  He pulled her body up against his, as Emma threaded her fingers through his hair. 

“We can’t,” Emma breathed before kissing him again.

Killian reached behind her and turned the stove off, as his lips moved down her throat to her chest.  

“Perhaps if we are quiet, we can make it up to our bedroom and the children will simply think we are still asleep.”

Emma squeezed her eyes closed, as she held his head to her skin.  

“Only one problem with that: they already saw me making the pancakes.”

Killian pulled her robe back a bit with his hook and kissed her shoulder.  

“We can think of an excuse for our disappearance later then,” he said.  

His lips moved back to hers for a quick kiss and then he grabbed her hand, leading her to the stairs.

“Let go!” Leia screamed.

“You let go!” Liam yelled.

“MOM!  DAD!” they both bellowed.

Killian and Emma stopped dead in their tracks, mere feet from the stairs.  

“Bloody hell.  They must have inherited their grandmother’s terrible timing,” Killian mumbled.  “Why did we decide to have children again?”

Emma laughed, as she kissed his cheek.  “Because we wanted to share our love and watch it grow everyday.”

Her husband bobbed his head, as he placed a kiss to her forehead.

“Aye, that’s right.  Sometime I forget.”

“Come on,” Emma said, as she dragged him to the living room.

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internallydeceased  asked:

First of all, I love you all so much you're amazing at what you do and inspire me so much. Thank you for this blog I have not lived before this. I'm not sure if this has been done before or not, but what if Claire found out she was pregnant before she fully realized her feelings for Jamie?

Leaning back against the nearest tree, Claire huffed out a large breath, her mind finally calming as the rage of being *abandoned* here with young Willie dissipated.

“Mistress…?” The young lad yelled, scratching the side of his head, displacing his cap as he hopped from foot to foot, nerves getting the better of him.

“Out with it, Willie,” Claire sighed, exasperated with the whole ordeal.

“I’m just going further into the woods, aye? To piss…” he trailed off, not needing to explain further as he awaited Claire’s approval.

“Go on then,” she replied, a terse tone to her voice, one that she couldn’t seem to eradicate no matter how hard she tried, “just make sure you go downwind!”

Nodding, the lad scarpered, the leaves around his feet flying to the sides in his haste to leave.

Flopping back against the tree, Claire swayed to and fro, her toes buried in the detritus at her feet as she gazed around her, her mind trying not to conjure up fresh images of the raiders in the glade.

Pushing herself up, she wandered the same stretch of forest over and over, her movements making a wee path in the mulch, her footprints embedding into the forest floor. Shaking the renewed anguish from her head, Claire’s eyes darted just passed the tree line.

There, just out of sight and hidden ever so slightly by the thick bark of the oak trees, lay a familiar outcrop.

“Craigh na Dunn….” she whispered, her heart beginning to race as she stepped forward slightly. The swishing of the leaves around her kept her grounded as she laid her hands against the bark of the last evergreen, digging her fingers into the thin trunk as the wind blew through her hair.

Having little time to think, Claire hiked up her skirts and made for the hill, the rough terrain hampering her footsteps only slightly as she darted through the open ground paying no mind to anything or anyone who might be passing by.

Images of Frank swirled before her eyes as her ankles buckled, the small dips in the grass causing her to lose balance more than once.

She had to make it up there.

The wind blew, rising around her as she forged her way onwards, not giving a thought to the highlanders she’s ceremoniously dumped, or whether they would be perturbed by her mysterious disappearance.

Beckoning her forwards, the stones seem to call to her, the brisk breeze making hollow screeching sounds the closer she came to the circle.

The sun dipped low on the horizon as she finally reached the brow of the small incline, the hum and whisper of the stones echoing loudly in her ears now.

Reaching her hands forwards, Claire slowed her pace, her heart thumping madly in her chest –partially from her sprint, but partially a build up of nervous energy.

Could she really do this?

Could she simply abandon Jamie without a second thought, without leaving him some simple sign that she hadn’t been abducted, hurt or even killed outright.

The attack in the glen hit her square in the chest, the memory of the rogue redcoats grasping hands causing her to shiver as she slipped closer and closer towards the unconscious pull of the fairy hill.

Inside, deep in her belly, a warmth started to emanate. Beginning in her womb, the *glow* seemed to fill her frigid veins with new life, her eyes tearing up as the image of Frank wobbled and faded.

Suddenly her rash decision didn’t seem so clear anymore, and her flight away from Willie and the protection of the forest seemed foolish and selfish.

*No*, she reasoned, anger flaring as she took a measured step forwards, numbing herself to the strange sensation currently bubbling up just beneath her pale skin. She needed to go home, to the twentieth century where she belonged –where she had been desperate to return to this entire time.

Clenching her fists, Claire steadied her shoulders and fought back against the emotions coursing through her.

In the distance, a subtle cry pulled her from her internal conflagration, her ears pricking at the sound.

*Willie*…she could hear him calling out to her, his anxious fretting reverberating through the low ground as he searched for her.

Dipping down, Claire hid herself, her mouth going dry at the mere thought of him out there, frantically scraping every inch of the nearby surroundings in the hope of coming across her.

Her stomach dropped, the sensation rocking her as she gripped her belly, doubling over as she gasped for breath.

*NO*, she cried, albeit silently, the improbable explanation for her unease causing bile to rise in her throat.

*No. No, no…no!*

It couldn’t be.

She wasn’t sure, but it was certainly too soon to tell.

Her body, however, immediately dismissed the notion, the muscles in her womb tightening as if to protect the tiny visitor growing inside.

Slamming her back against a tree that grew on the edge of the hillock, Claire clenched her eyes shut, moisture spilling down her cheeks as she rubbed the same spot over and over, the rough material of her bodice irritating the sweat-drenched skin of her palms.

Before she had time to debate any further strong hands grabbed her, hauling her from the damp grass where she’d collapsed in anguish only moments before.

“Up with you, mistress!” The redcoats spat, distaste lacing their tone as they pulled Claire aside, taking advantage of her delirious state.

Finally, her faculties returning to her, Claire awoke, fury shooting through her from head to toe as she began to fight, her arms aching where the men had tight hold of her.

“No!” She yelled, her cheeks burning, impassioned rage seeping from her pores as she tried hard to flee.

“I don’t think so, my girl,” the older of the pair sneered, his blackened teeth grinding together as he bound her wrists and thrust he up into their small cart. “I’d save all your strength,” the younger returned, a fowl glint in his eyes as he secured her to the wagon, her wrists burning and her blood running cold as she guessed the next words out of his mouth, “you’ll need it soon enough. Just you wait until Captain Randall sees you, eh…”

With that, her heart plummeted.

As the horses began to pull away, Claire slid her knees upwards, cocooning herself against the thin material of the wagon wall, protecting the only thing that mattered now. The one thing she had wanted most of all.

Burying her head in her hands, she wept quietly, bitter tears rolling in thick rivulets down her flushed cheeks.

Why now? She cursed, her internal monologue going unheeded as dusk settled over the highlands.

Why now with a man she barely knew in a land where she was all but a stranger?

“I’m so…sorry,” she whispered.

To Frank.

To Jamie…

…and to their unborn baby.

TBC

Glamours pt. 1

“Pretzel!” Tex, my roommate, waved at me and motioned to the corner she had set up in and motioned for me to come over. “What are you doing out so late?”
“It’s not that late.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s-” Tex glanced at her laptop, “two thirty in the morning. What are you doing in the library at two thirty in the morning? You have morning classes.”
“I was just studying. The time must’ve gotten away from me.”
“Where exactly were you studying? ‘Cause you don’t want to end up in… Certain Places.” Tex shuddered, remembering the time she vanished for three days before her boyfriend dragged her out of the forest, feet bleeding and eyes wild.
“I appreciate you worrying about me, but I’m fine. I’ve got, like, five pounds of salt packets sewn into my clothes, and a bunch of nails in my pockets.” I pulled a rusted nail out and showed it to her. “Besides, what are you doing in the library so late? Don’t you have morning classes too?”
“Couldn’t sleep, so I’m binge watching Netflix.” She turned her laptop towards me, which was halfway through an episode.
“Well, try and get some sleep. I’m heading back to the dorms.” I shouldered my bag and started to head for the exit.
“Be careful!”

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