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Procrastinating…. (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ with D&D fashion doodles.

New ‘found’ outfits (pried from the cold dead bodies of royal guards) for the Druid, Bard, Wizard and my Rogue. Customized in the city to fit their personalities (originally the studded leather was green/white, with a hare motif). I am not sure if the other players had a different look in mind…we’ll see. 

…But at least I added sparkles. Just to make the Paladin jealous.

Okay! Back to business :3


My costume for the Isles LARP in two weeks. I’m playing Sister Lanthirel Rook, known affectionately as “Rookie”, scrappy little Half-Elf Paladin. Her God is the God of Death, who is much maligned. Leave him be, he just wants to escort souls to the next life. She’s part of a religious order that worships the brother gods of Justice and Death.

I want to get me some leg protection and I need to sort my pointy ears out, but I think I’m happy with where this get up is at. <3 Skull earrings by Ooh Shiny Jewellery on Etsy, and the armour is a custom piece by the Republic of Shae

Imagine: Lucifer teaching you Enochian

Originally posted by schrodingerwasadicktocats

“What do you want, Lucifer?” you ask, patently annoyed.

“What? I’m not allowed to visit you?” He’s sat in the previously empty chair.

“You’ll be bored. I’m a little busy.”

Lucifer pouts, “I can tell. You haven’t even looked at me.”

You didn’t answer his statement, being too caught up in your contemporary work. For the past twenty-four hours, you’ve been accumulating whatever books you could find on a certain angelic language, which wasn’t much. Not only was there a lack of information on the language, but it didn't produce pronunciation. Although you didn’t attain much from the books, you managed to fill over half of a leather bound notebook full of it. Unfortunately, the amount you attained was only about as much as finishing French Class I. You wipe off your pen and set it down, running your hands through your hair before standing to look for whatever book you could find.

After you disappear behind a bookcase, Lucifer pulls the notebook to himself and reads what’s written. To his surprise, it’s filled with the symbols of both Enochian and its English meaning. Of course, he noticed that some angelic words were spelled wrong.

You come back, not with books, but with a computer, hoping to get some information off the internet.

“You spelt this one wrong,” Lucifer points at your notebook.

“Yeah, right. What do you know about Enochian?”

Lucifer glared at you, looking genuinely insulted.

“Oh. I’m so sorry, I forgot. I’m just really stressed,” you apologize.

“Just grab your pen and fix the spelling.”

“I don’t know how to spell it. I thought what I wrote was correct.”

He takes the pen himself, dipping it in the ink and quickly writing the correct spelling. He hands it back to you.


He hums.

“Can you teach me? I can’t find much, and who knows Enochian better than an angel?”

Lucifer smirks, “Are you asking for my help?”

You sigh. “Yes.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He pulls out the chair closest to you and sits you down, ready too help with both spelling and pronunciation.

Green is the Colour


Clara Velvet Collar Check Dress ℅ Joanie Clothing ✶ Tabbisocks Snowflakes Textile Knee Socks ✶ Vintage Velvet Beret via Fabgabs on EtsyBrit Stitch Half Pint Leather Satchel ASOS Suede Clogs

I’d been admiring all the cute and elegant offerings from Joanie Clothing for the past few months, ever since I saw their pieces on Em of Terrible Tumbles but this is the first time I tried on anything by them. I might be a little bit in love! Vintage clothing has forever been my jam, but plus size vintage clothes are hard to get hold of, especially from the pre-80s era. Which is why I always appreciate it when contemporary pieces somehow capture the feel of vintage without going overboard - like this green plaid dress from Joanie Clothing. I mean, look, it has a velvet collar and pockets! 

While plus size fashion is a lot more diverse now in terms of aesthetic than it was even 3 or 4 years ago, I still find that there’s a lack of cute, classic pieces. Stuff that’s simply cut with attention to detail and a general air of vintage. The Clara velvet collar dress ticks all those boxes. I sized upto the 20 as I wanted it to hang a little loosely on me, but it’s not necessary! The dress is quite roomy and the fabric is the stretchy, woolly, flannelly (not a real word) kind. 

I completed the outfit with a vintage velvet beret to offset the velvet collar, my favourite new pair of knee socks from Tabbisocks, low heel leather clogs, and my Brit Stitch satchel to match the red on my ankles. (Sticking quite doggedly to the fifth item rule, apparently!)

All photos by Shutter Diaries, Bangalore.

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earthsmightiestautie  asked:

What do you think about the slip collars that most of the handlers use? They look a bit like choke chains and they look like they could really do some damage? I guess they probably only use them for short periods but it still looks very uncomfortable, just wondered if you noticed anything?

Well, full disclosure, the only sort of collar I’ll walk Sparta in is either a “choke” or a half-slip, because those are the ones she’s least likely to escape from, due to her skull being so narrow in comparison to her neck. Right before I got her, a dog from her breeder slipped their collar and was hit by a train, so I consider myself scared straight :P I guess what I’m trying to say here is that they have their uses, and any tool can hurt a dog if used incorrectly, so I wouldn’t discount them just because they look uncomfortable (or have a very uncomfortable-sounding name).

And slip leads have their uses in the show ring - they’re easy to change in and out of, the dog is unlikely to escape if something happens, and they’re the least distracting to a judges eye - which is also why they’re usually much thinner than regular leashes. (Often you’ll see handlers moving the collar depending on what they’re doing, as they can affect how the dog looks. A long loop resting over a dog’s shoulders may help accentuate an elegantly arched neck, for instance.) 

I think it’s unlikely that a show lead will cause much damage. Now, a slip/choke should never be used on an untrained dog, because they might injure themselves straining, but these dogs are generally pretty well leash trained and know what their job is. 

Right Round [a Kyle Spencer smut]

Request: None

a/n: guess who’s  back….back again. Jules is back, back with frat smut REQUESTS STILL CLOSED

WARNING: Smut, angst

Kyle doesn’t like going to strip clubs; this is of course one of his frat brothers ideas. A bright idea that he had to tag along with. The heavy smell of alcohol and sex hits him when they step in, showing their IDs and heading towards the back. Black leather half circle booths frame the T-shaped stage that has multiple silver poles bolted to the sleek floor and ceiling; a few girls on a couple. They’re just wearing lingerie.

Awkwardly, Kyle follows the rest of the group, sliding in at the end of the booth. Biting his lip, he looks down at his jeans while a few girls strut over to his friends. Sexy Can I blasts through the club; he mutters some of the words under his breath. Suddenly, two fingers force his chin up, his brown eyes meet Y/C/E ones.

He gulps, trying not to stare at the light blue lace bra and panties that the girl is wearing. Instead, he looks at her face; her powdered pink cheeks, the smear of blue on her eyelids, matching her outfit. “You look a little lonely, handsome. Mind if I join?” She purrs in the shell of his ear while she sits on his lap, straddling him.

A chill shoots down his spine. Hands toy with the collar of his navy blue frat shirt, soon running down his chest ever so slowly. Kyle shakes his head; blonde curls flying around. The girl smiles, moving her ass in a circular motion against his slender hips. “I…” An ugly moan escapes from his lips; the feeling of contact on his member driving him crazy.

Those perfect shimmering pink lips turn up in a sly smirk. The cushion underneath the blond vibrates along to the beat of the song, making his erection stand in his tight pants. It hits her yet she continues grinding on him. “You like this, eh frat boy?” She muses, peppering open-mouth kisses against his pale neck.

“Can-uh-we get a room?” The words slip out of Kyle’s mouth surprisingly. It’s not like him to say something like that. His eyes practically pop out of his head. This girl on top of him is absolutely stunning…and here he is with a wet spot on his jeans and a throbbing dick.

She giggles, sliding her hands up his double layered shirt. Inwardly, he screams at her touch, the feeling of pressure on his stomach sending a burning fire in his body. “If you want a room…” Her voice echoes through his head like a beautiful song, “It’s gonna cost you, pretty boy.” She smirks; fragile hands inching lower and lower towards his tight fitting pants.

Kyle knows he shouldn’t; after all, he’s the ‘leader’…and this girl…is a stripper. Not that it’s bad but he tends to get too attached. “Okay.” He nods, beginning to become uncomfortable in his own clothes. She smiles, climbing off him and grabbing his strong hand. His legs feel like gell-o when he stands, following her behind the stage, through the mass of men and women. Wolf-whistles from his brothers fade into the distance; a blush taking their place.

She leads him through a gray narrow hallway, past half naked people trying to collect themselves. A strong smell of sex and sweat hits Kyle like a freight train; his converse squeak to a stop outside of a room. The girl slides a card in the silver door handle and when the red light turns green, she pushes him inside, slamming the door. “You don’t have money, do you?” She jests, crossing her arms over her breasts.

His doe eyes widen in realization she’s coming closer. While he backs up, his hands search in his pockets. The backs of his legs smack the mattress, sending him flying backwards. He pulls a wad of cash from his jean pocket. “This is all I have.” He says, handing the cash over. “Please, I need something!” He begs, head dramatically falling on the cream sheets, fanning his curls around.

“Eight dollars isn’t even enough for a blow job, sweetie.” She chuckles, gesturing to the money in her hand. Kyle groans, letting an arm swing so he’s able to palm himself. He’s desperate; he needs release. “But maybe we can discuss payment later…” She whispers, hovering over his lap, moving his hand before sitting.

A deep groan comes from his throat when her hand pops the button on his jeans. His eyelids flutter closed; nose scrunching. “I…oh god, I’m Kyle.” He stutters, reaching out to touch her soft hips. She doesn’t reply, just smirks, tugging at his polo shirt. “Wait, do I get to know your name?” He asks; voice muffled by his shirt, which she’s pulling off.

As she climbs on top of the frat boy, he repositions himself so he’s laying the right way at the head of the bed. Her knees dig in the mattress on both sides of his hips, which are only covered by a pair of orange boxer briefs; his jeans pool around his ankles. “You really don’t get this whole stripper thing, do you?” She chuckles, reaching behind her back. “Maybe next time Kyle.”

The turquoise bra slips down her arms, soon discarded on the floor; Kyle gulps at the sight of her breasts, cock aching for contact. Frantically, he yanks his boxers down, his throbbing cock slapping his stomach. “But…what if…” He groans, seeing the dinky underwear slide off her legs.

She positions herself and sinks down on his dick, placing both hands on his buff yet pudgy chest. A moan comes from her parted pink lips, causing Kyle to cry out in pleasure. “U-usually I don’t…ah, don’t do this…” She breathes out, slowly moving up and down; the blond grips the satin sheets in his fists. “You like being sub, right?” She asks, her Y/C/H hair falling over his eyebrow.

Bucking his hips up into her, Kyle nods, droplets of sweat cascading down his forehead. He didn’t expect for this to happen; a beautiful girl on top of him. “God yes, I’m totally sub… just please move!” He whines, hands wrapping around the black wood bedposts. His cock twitches inside her with each bounce. Groaning, more like a growling, he arches his back. “Can I touch you? Please, please let me touch you, beautiful.” He begs, eying her breasts. Kyle needs contact, he needs to be able to touch.

Much to his dismay, she stops moving completely. Her eyes widen, making the blue eyeshadow really pop out. “W-what did you just call me?” She questions, voice barely above a whisper. It’s as if something inside cracked.

The frat boy quirks an eyebrow. “Beautiful? Why- wait, where are you going?” He frowns, feeling her get off him. He shivers, sitting up and furrowing his eyebrows together.

Shaking her head, she steps in her underwear, pulling them up her legs. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t… I need to go. My shifts is over anyway.” She says in a rush, avoiding his intense eye contact. Clipping her bra, she sprints towards the blue high heels, struggling to guide them on her feet.

Kyle hops out of the bed, grabbing his shirt but not putting it on. Did he say the wrong thing? “Hey, wait!” He yells, taking a step near her. Yet, he forgets his pants and boxers are bunched at his ankles, causing him to faceplant on the red carpet. He groans, “I don’t know your name, beautiful!”

“Stop calling me that!” She screams, tears welling in her eyes. He stands up, following after her; she walks out of the room, disappearing in the crowd of people. Kyle leans on the doorway, pants still down, frowning. He’s coming back in a few days; when his head stops spinning.

do you think that when harry comes home sometimes he cant find louis until he goes into the den downstairs and louis is just there; curled up into the tiniest ball possible on the big sofa, half melted into soft leather and he just kind of ,, sits down beside him and waits for him to wake up,, until its louis shaking him awake instead and its 3 am and no one really minds because everything is soft and slow and syrupy

Rhysand’s Parents

i really love these two and i’ll probably read ACOMAF for (a thousand reasons) but to also read about their relationship again. they are mates!! but they don’t have a sex-love-sex-lust-love relationship!! (thought im sure with two children there was some of that too) and in my mind i love that so much bc it shows that you need a friendship and a solid base for anything more. 

so i wanted to expound upon that and i’m going to do this mostly in Rhys’s mom’s POV but in between there’s going to be some High Lord of the Night Court POVs too

enjoy, please

Aidana didn’t have time to scream. One moment she was resting, holding her newly half sewn fighting leathers to her chest, and the next moment two Illyrian males had her pinned down and one was leaning over her, handing clamping her mouth. 

She tried to scream as she was yanked out of bed. Aidana fought as hard as she could, but Illyrian males were too strong. She gasped and tried to call out to the gods in her mind. She knew exactly what was happening.

And by the way they almost clamped her wings shut in her door, she knew they didn’t care about her well being. Not the way any male should. Aidana still struggled even as she was bounded to a cross-like figure.

She held her chin up as much as she could, even as tears fell down her face. If she lost her wings, she lost herself. Aidana was a Seamstress, but she was a flyer first. She couldn’t even dream of not being able to find. “Help! Please, someone, help!” Aidana was able to kick a male square in the wingspan in his pants and he crumpled over, wheezing. 

Aidana cried out as a male gripped her neck and she struggled to breathe. She gasped and choked, looking up into his eyes. She struggled against her bounds as she felt the third male stroking her wings.

And the gods-be-damned if she moaned. Female Illyrians’ wings were just as sensitive as the males’. Aidana felt so vile she nearly retched across the first male’s fighting leathers. She gasped as long fingers brushed down her wings, then they gripped the tips. “Stop it. Stop it, please”

“Are you begging now, bitch?” Aidana flinched as she was slapped and her throat was grabbed again. She closed her eyes and whimpered, her knees buckling and failing her.

Aidana was well aware of the clamper approaching her left wing. She opened her mouth to scream, and she did scream. She scream loudly when the male holding her neck turned into a mist of blood. It covered her from head to toe and she screamed as the male on the ground turned into a mist of blood too. She didn’t need to look behind her to know what happened to her third assaulter. 

Aidana whimpered and she hung her head, not wanting to see what had done that. She could only imagine what the monster would do to her. Aidana loosened as she felt herself being untied from the cross and she dropped down on her knees. And she retched. 

Aidana wiped her mouth and she moved her wings twice and when she floated a few inches off the ground, she knew they were okay. She was okay. Aidana wiped the blood off her face and she looked up, her arms and legs shaking.

When she saw the High Lord of the Night Court, Aidana gasped. She felt something go tight inside her chest and she looked up at him. Horrified. And by the look of equal horror on his face, she wasn’t just having a panic attack.

She was the mate of a High Lord

Aidana was given enough baths to cause a drought in both the Fae and human worlds. After being scrubbed down to the bone and given a new layer of oily skin by three women she didn’t even know the names of, three dresses were held in front of her.

Two hours had completely changed her life and Aidana pointed to the black dress with a high necklace all the way up to her collarbones and a half back. She stood shock still as she was dried off then the fabric was placed over her body. 

It was tighter than anything Aidana had sewn in her life. She let out a shuddering breath as she was lead to a table. One of the women (Aidana realized they were shadows when they kept disappearing) held her black veil behind her. It was definitely a Night Court wedding gown. There was no denying that. 

She sat down at the vanity and sighed as her feet were rubbed then slid into black heels. She flapped her wings and heard the shadows squawk as they were almost slapped out of the room, with only three walls. “Sorry” Aidana mumbled, a cool flush rising to her cheeks.

She had picked this dress for the open space it provided her wings, and it was the dress that held the most modesty. And that was saying something since Aidana could see every curve her body held even in this dress.

She closed her eyes as coal was applied on her eyelids, followed by a black powder. She puffed out or sucked her cheeks with asked, and puckered and rubbed her lips together when asked. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find a neutral color on her lips and hints white powder on her eyes.

“It takes a while to get used to all the black, Lady Aidana” The shadow who spoke held Aidana’s hands in her own. Aidana smiled and she nodded and she splayed her fingers on the table and watched them transform from those of a Seamstress to those of a Lady. 

Aidana’s hair was pinned up to look like a crown. She sighed and looked in the mirror for the last time as a small headpiece was placed near the top of her head. She stood and let her shadows flank her as she walked out of her room and down the halls. 

“You look beautiful” Aidana turned and she smiled when she saw Nepharis. She tilted her head in acknowledgement as the High Lord approached her and waved off the shadows. 

“You’re not supposed to see me until our ceremony” Aidana breathed. She placed her hands on his chest then removed them quickly when he went still. She shook her head and turned her cheek when he tried to cup it. 

“You still look beautiful” Nepharis bent his head down and he kissed the top of her hair before winnowing away. Her shadows were back instantly and Aidana stood there confused for a moment, before she started walking again.

She was marrying a man who she hardly knew, let alone loved. But she was marrying a High Lord and her mate. So she put on a smile, squared her jaw and her shoulders, flapped her wings a few times, and made sure everyone heard the clacking of her heels instead of the pounding of her heart as she walked towards where her wedding ceremony would be held. 

The opaque doors opened on their own, revealing the Lady of the Night Court. Aidana took a deep breath before she started walking down the aisle. She didn’t know anyone here. She felt alone and isolated. The bond that encased her heart with love and warmth tugged and Aidana lifted her head.

Her eyes met Nepharis’s and she smiled softly. He smiled back. Suddenly she didn’t feel as alone. She remembered that he was her mate and he was her equal and every sense. So she would never be alone, not really.

She was smiling broader than any goddess when she reached Nepharis and stood before him. When she held out her hand he bent his head and nuzzled her palm with his nose. In that moment, Aidana thought Fae males were even more sensitive than Illyrian ones. 

When his mate entered the room, Nepharis held his tongue to keep from growling. She was radiance incarnate and more. His shoulders tightened and his breath was caught in his throat as she began to walk. But he felt it through the bond that she wasn’t as happy as his mate deserved to be, so he tugged on it slightly until she met his eyes. 

He gave her a timid smile and she smiled back. He heard the other males of the Court of Nightmares breaths ceased to exist and he growled and glared at every single one of them. She was his, and anyone who even looked at her too long would really not be able to breathe.

His scary demeanor disappeared for just a moment when he nuzzled her palm. He sighed and held her small hands in his and he pulled her against his hard chest. He let her hair out of the crown and chuckled as Aidana gaped at him and fumbled to keep her head piece from falling out.

In that moment, no one else was there. He leaned down and whispered sweet nothings in her ear before he kissed her, holding her face. It took her a moment to kiss him back, but Nepharis felt their bond flutter. 

And it was the best feeling in the world.


They mated that night. Aidana was either the best cook in all of the Illyrian war camps or she burned water when she boiled it. And with Nepharis sitting behind her, barely breathing, her fingers shook. 

She sighed and rubbed her eyes before finishing off the meal. Aidana had gone with just heating up some soup so she wouldn’t thoroughly embarrass herself in front of the High Lord.

He loved it none of the less and nuzzled her neck the entire time he ate his meal, as she sat on his lap. Aidana apologized five times over every time her wings brushed his face or sent his jaw upwards. 

He merely shook his head and drew small lines down her wings, saying he loved them and she deserved to have them free at all times. Aidana eased in his lap as he finished the last bit of the soup and she smiled, remembering how they had just met this dusk.

They came at a stand still when Aidana was afraid of having her wings pinned down and Nepharis wasn’t one to give away control. They talked for a few moments, while Nepharis carefully took off Aidana’s wedding gown. He stopped after each brush of his fingers, asking if he had hurt her wings.

“No, no. They’re fine” Aidana smiled and she closed her eyes as they dress fell into a pool around her feet. She turned around and kissed Nepharis gently. He stilled but kissed her back, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. 

“You know” Aidana teased him as he walked them towards their bed. “Illyrian females’ wingspan correspond with other things” Aidana laughed as Nepharis’s eyes couldn’t help but travel down and he growled. 

In the end, Nepharis had submitted and given up control to his mate. He ended up shoved down on their bed and looking up at Aidana, as her wings unfurled completely. Aidana would never admit it, but she liked that she made the High Lord of the Night Court a growling and moaning mess that night. And the morning following.

And the rest of the week. 

It was not a surprise when at the end of her first month of being Lady, Aidana found herself with child. She barricaded herself in her chambers with her shadows and sat in the middle of her bed, curling her wings around her.

Earlier that week she had suspected she was pregnant, so she asked Nepharis if she could spend some time in her old chambers. He was too busy wrapped up in the schemes and darkness of the Court of Nightmares to even give her a second look.

Now, Aidana wrapped her wings tighter around herself and disappeared behind them completely. She started crying and she covered her face, drawing her bronze colored hair back. She gasped and her shoulders hunched and shook.

“My Lady?” One of her shadows asked. Aidana drew her wings in tighter and she shook her head, wiping her face. They knew. Of course they knew. She drew her wings back in order to look at the shadow, Sarren, and she sighed.

“You can’t tell Nepharis. Not yet” She saw the indecision in Sarren’s eyes. She would be keeping a secret from her High Lord, but if she told him, she’d be defying her Lady. “Please, Sarren. Please” Sarren nodded and she smiled holding out her hand. Aidana gripped it tightly and she pulled her wings back around herself and she cried again. 

Aidana didn’t see her husband for another two months. She rarely moved from the spot on her bed. She could only be convinced by Sarren, who had become her only friend in the Night Court. Sarren always reminded her Lady of her child, a possible heir she was carrying

“Don’t call my child that. He or she will just be…my child. I don’t want the burden of an heir on him, if it is a him, just yet”

“Understood” Sarren smiled and she gently pulled Aidana out of bed. She led her to her bath and peeled her clothes off her body before helping her in. Aidana didn’t flinch as Sarren spread her wings out and then left her alone to bathe.

Aidana closed her eyes and she let the hot water and bubbles ease her back pains. She sighed and grabbed her cloth and the soap and washed her body slowly, rubbing her neck and behind her ears. She twisted to reach her wings and she bit back her cry of pain. 

Her back was the equivalent to mush and she knew her first-born would be a mighty warrior. Because her child was definitely already training inside the womb. 

“My Lord, you can’t go in there” Aidana’s eyes flew open at Sarren’s distressed voice. She sat up in the tub and she hugged the edge, pressing her chest against it. “My Lord, please. She does not wish to see you” 

Sarren came stumbling into the room and even Aidana cowered at the sight of the High Lord storming into her room. She winced. She hated this side of him and wished for him to leave it in the Court of Nightmares. It was one of the reasons she no longer slept with him.

“Move” Nepharis’s voice caused Aidana’s stomach to churn and her wings slowly curled around herself. She reached her hand out to Sarren. Sarren straightened her back and she stood there defiantly.

“Move!” Nepharis used the back of his hand to slap Sarren and Aidana screamed, trying to scrambled out of the tub to reach her friend. She sobbed and leaned over the tub, her wings closing in on herself tighter.

Sarren held her face and she reached out her hand to Aidana. Aidana screamed again as Nepharis kicked her friend and crushed her hand under his foot. She completely curled in on herself, and for the first time, her wings were protecting herself against her mate. 

She heard Sarren groaning in pain and Aidana whimpered. “Aidana” She knew her mate was kneeling by her bath, probably bracing himself against it. Aidana shook her head and she encircled herself in her wings even more.

“Aidana, please. You’re with child. Why didn’t you - Aidana, why didn’t you tell me? Talk to me, please” Aidana cringed as Nepharis stroked her wings. She felt his fingers still and she loosened out a breath

“Go” Aidana said from inside the cocoon of her wings.

“Aidana, I could smell our child from the hallways. Anyone can. Let me protect you and our child. Please, Dana”

“Go!” Aidana screamed. She did not want the High Lord anywhere near her or her child. And she made sure Nepharis knew so when she practically slapped him when he tried to access their bond. 

Nepharis cringed as if it was a physical blow from his wife. He nodded mutely and struggled to his feet. He reached out to touch her wings, but he thought better of it and walked out of the room.

Aidana unfurled her wings and she rushed out of the tub, wrapping her towel around herself and she hurried over to Sarren. She knelt by her friend and sobbed, burying her face in Sarren’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Sarren. Forgive me. Please”


Aidana could never forgive Nepharis for how he hurt her friend. But when Sarren begged her to make up with the High Lord, saying he was much crueler than usual, Aidana gave in.

Aidana sat in her chair and she sighed, rubbing her stomach gently. She shuffled on the cushions behind her back and she groaned, staring down at her bump. She lifted her head when she heard Nepharis enter the room. Sarren promptly disappeared in the shadows in the corner.

“Aidana” Aidana looked at Nepharis. She watched him walk over to her and bow down before her, settling himself between her legs. Aidana scoffed and she tried to wrap her wings around herself but Nepharis held her hands in between his. “Don’t lock me out. Please”

“You should try harder than that” Aidana poked at the wedding band on the vanity. She felt Nepharis’s heart practically shrivel through their bond. Aidana almost felt bad at how devastated he was she wasn’t wearing the gem encrusted band. 

Nepharis nodded and he pressed his lips to her knee. Aidana looked down at him and she brushed her hair over her shoulder, shuddering an uneven breath. “I am so sorry, Aidana. I didn’t want to hurt Sarren” He knew her name. Aidana leaned forward. She was listening now. Nepharis kissed her knee again and he sighed, looking up at his mate. “My beast took over, Aidana. You distanced yourself from me, and you cut me off. You shut me out of our bond. You don’t sleep next to me anymore. I was walking past and I smelled him. I smelled our child” Aidana’s eyes softened. She pressed her hand against Nepharis’s cheek and he growled softly and nuzzled her palm instantly. They had a son. “I felt like a failure. I needed to be there for you and our child and I wasn’t. You wouldn’t let me. You shut a Fae male out, Aidana. Sarren was just there. She was an obstacle between me and you and our child. I’m so sorry, Aidana”

Aidana leaned forward and she grabbed Nepharis’s face and kissed him for the first time since they mated. He purred against her lips and Aidana laughed and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Aidana watched her mate trail his kisses down to her stomach. She sighed in content as he kissed her bump then lifted her up and set her in bed. Nepharis spent the rest of the day holding Aidana and she didn’t even think to mind that her wings were pinned against his chest. 


“Stop fussing” Aidana hid the small laugh behind her hand. She reached her other arm under her stomach and she sighed, relinking her arm with Nepharis. She smiled softly and shook her head as the Fae Lord looked almost ready to kill a bird if it flew too close to her stomach.

“That’s not possible, Aidana” Aidana scoffed and she continued to take her daily walk down the corridor. She groaned and swatted Nepharis away when he went to check the 101 things that were definitely not wrong. “He’s fine, Nepharis. Good gods, I never knew males could be this fussy!”

Nepharis smiled and he kissed Aidana’s temple gently and rubbed her stomach. Aidana sighed and she waited until Nepharis re-assured himself (for the fifteenth  time) that their son was still violently kicking. He was. Their little warrior.

A Fae stalked towards them and Nepharis growled stiffly, holding Aidana behind him. Aidana rolled her eyes and she sighed as the Fae quickly took several steps back. “You’re need in the Court, My Lord”

Aidana smiled and she nodded, patting Nepharis’s back. “Go. I’ll be fine for the rest of the day” Nepharis didn’t look too sure but he growled and nodded, kissing Aidara then bending down and kissing her stomach.

Then both he and the Fae were gone. Aidana turned around and she was just pushing open her door, when she felt something drip down her legs. Oh rutting gods no. “The second Nepharis leaves, baby, and you try to break free?” Aidana gasped as a terrible pain spread through her lower back. “You have a horrid sense of humor”

Aidana took quick breaths, panting through her nose and she slammed the door to her chambers shut. She growled and slid the bar across the doors, effectively locking it. That was until a male wanted to get in.

The thought scared her too much. The thought of a male that wasn’t Nepharis seeing her at such a vulnerable time. Aidana shook the thought out of her head and she whined as she managed to push the vanity in front of the door. “Just one more minute, little boy. Give mama one more mINUTE” Aidana screamed and she hunched forward, gasping and gripping the vanity.

She ran the water in the bath and gripped the edge. She had no idea where Sarren was. She was so afraid to give birth on her own. Aidana whimpered and she set her shoulders. 

Aidana settled herself on the bed and she stacked pillows behind her back, moaning. She pushed her dress up above her stomach and she gasped, spreading her legs. “I can do this. I’m an Illyrian and the mate of a High Lord” 

Aidana sat herself on her elbows and she took even breaths. She counted to three before pushing and screaming. She gasped and struggled not to fall back against the pillows. She grunted and pushed again, biting into a piece of leather. 

Sweat formed across Aidana’s brow and she whimpered, pushing and screaming again. She struggled to not arch her back off the bed. She held the underside of her stomach and her fingers came back covered in blood. 

Aidana held back her tears. This was normal. She was supposed to bleed. But her son had to be okay; he had to be. Aidana curled her toes and she pushed again, screaming and biting into the tough leather harder, gripping the blanket. 

Aidana flinched as she heard a banging on the door. No. No, no, no. She whimpered and pushed again, screaming against the leather. “Aidana!” Aidana stopped at Nepharis’s voice. She started crying and she leaned her head back. 

She spit out the leather and opened her mouth to talk but she screamed as another contraction came and she forced herself to push again. Aidana felt the bond pulse and she cried out, her nails ripping through the sheets. “Aidana! Open the door!” She saw the door vibrate where Nepharis’s fists hit at it. 

Aidana wanted to go to him, so badly. But she knew she was too far into her labor to move. She whimpered and reached down again and sagged in slight relief when she felt her son’s head. “Nepharis, please…just wait”

“No!” Nepharis bellowed. He smashed his fist against the door again and Aidana pushed at the same time, sweat forming at the nape of her neck. Aidana screamed again and she sat further up on her elbows, breathing hard.

She knew by the sounds of the harder vibrating, Nepharis was most likely kicking her door. Aidana had never known true pain until this moment. She couldn’t get to her mate when they needed each other most. 

Aidana looked away from the door and she put all her energy and focus into delivering her son into the world.

His tiny wings were beautiful. Aidana was covered in sweat from head to toe and there was a small puddle of blood in between her legs. She couldn’t feel her legs and she was breathing heavy. But her son’s tiny wings were beautiful.

Aidana smiled and she looked down at her son and she laughed softly, kissing his foot softly. Aidana grinned as he kicked her lips and stared at her. She brushed his wings and if a newborn could purr, her son was purring. “Rhysand” She smiled. She kissed his head and brushed the little tuff of hair he had.

She slowly wiped him down and held him to her chest, watching him as he watched the world. Aidana looked up and she reached down the bond and found Nepharis.

She felt him sitting outside the door, his back pressed against it. His head hung between his shoulders. Aidana stroked the bond and his head snapped up. “He’s so beautiful, Nepharis. He has wings” Aidana laughed softly and she looked down at Rhysand again.

She smiled and brushed his pointed Fae ears and kissed his chest. She felt the pain Nepharis felt for not being there for his mate and child. Suddenly the vanity was being pushed away from the door and Nepharis bolted through the threshold.

Aidana smiled at the shadow, Sarren, before she disappeared. Nepharis joined Aidana on the bed and he looked over her, kissing her ears and her neck, her forehead and shoulders, even her wings over and over again. 

Aidana smiled and she watched Rhysand look at Nepharis. Her High Lord’s eyes softened when he saw those same eyes on his son’s face. Aidana smiled and she closed her eyes but Nepharis kissed her face to make sure she stayed awake. “Not yet, Dana. I need a healer to see you first”

Aidana nodded. “Go…get one?”

“I’m not leaving you again” Nepharis growled, setting his jaw. He wiggled his finger in Rhysand’s small fist and Aidana chuckled softly.

“You’re so fussy”

“Last time you said that, you gave birth alone” Aidana smiled and she kissed Nepharis’s cheek. He eventually called for a healer, who cleaned Aidana up and set her in the bath she had ran. 

Nepharis watched over his son and his mate for weeks until he had to go back to Court


Aidana chased after Rhys. She laughed and picked her toddler out of the sky and sighed, holding him closer to her. “Rhysand, no” She smiled and set him in her pouch once more and brushed his hair gently. 

“Should you be running, my Lady?” Sarren smiled at the heir in the bundle on his mother’s chest. Aidana shook her head and she kissed Rhysand’s head. 

“If your son was mine, you’d be running everywhere. He loves to fly” Aidana looked down at her pride and joy and she sighed, rocking him gently. Rhysand yawned and he pulled his tiny wings around him and fell asleep. For now.

“Speaking of flying” Aidana turned around and she narrowed her eyes at Nepharis. She held Rhysand a bit closer to her chest and Nepharis sighed. He brushed Aidana’s face gently. “I’m sorry I haven’t even around”

“You missed your son’s first birthday” Aidana bit back at him. She looked down at Rhysand and sighed. He was still just as small as the day he was born. Aidana didn’t quite understand how Fae aged, and she couldnt exactly asked her M.I.A mate

“He’ll have plenty more” Nepharis cringed as Aidana glared at him. She turned away and looked down at Rhysand. She handed him to Sarren and Sarren smiled, disappearing into the shadows.

“You can’t keep him from me”

“I’m not. I’m keeping him from the High Lord. Not his father” Aidana started walking. She glared up at Nepharis when he grabbed her arm. He pulled her against his chest and brushed her hair out of her face.

“I want to show you something” 

“What?” Aidana spat out. She closed her eyes just in time not to get sick when Nepharis winnowed them. Aidana opened her eyes and she pulled away from Nepharis sharply. “Don’t touch me”

Nepharis nodded and he gestured upwards. Aidana tilted up her head and she gasped. She stared up at the mountain, and far in the sky, there was an opening. She looked back at Nepharis, a small smile on her face.

“I think you could call it the House of Wind. You can’t winnow in or out. You either have to walk up thousand of stairs or-” Aidana cut off his statement by shooting into the sky. She laughed and flipped in the air. She zoomed around the mountain, unfurling her vast wings.

The wind blew it in her face and Aidana relaxed against the waves and she smiled. She turned around and around in circles until she landed in the House of Wind. She flew around the open corridors and laughed. 

In another hour, Aidana landed by her mate again. She fluttered her wings and looked up at him. “How will you-”

“I won’t. This is a place for you and our son only” Nepharis bowed his head. Aidana nodded and she brushed the slight stubble on his chin. She lifted up his head and stared at those pointy ears.

“We’ve been going about this wrong, Nepharis. We won’t ever love each other, but we could be friends” They had had their moments. When either one thought they could love the other. But it was now just a fool’s hope.

Nepharis nodded and he brushed his lips against Aidana’s forehead. She smiled and shot into the sky again, laughing and flying. She couldn’t wait until Rhysand was old enough to fly with her. 

“No way” 

“Yes way”

“I’m heavy”

“I’m strong”



Aidana sighed and she looked up at the High Lord. She flapped her wings for emphasis. Rhys was with his godmother again, Sarren, and the two had some alone time. For the past several years, they had definitely been trying to be friends.

It worked well sometimes and other times not so much. But Nepharis never missed another birthday and he was getting to know his son. Aidana held out her arms and she rushed forward, wrapping them around Nepharis’s waist and clutching her fists together before they shot into the sky.

While Aidana was laughing, Nepharis was practically screaming. Aidana bit the tip of his ear and he growled and she laughed, swimming through the winds. She ducked around the mountain and dropped them both off at the opening of the House of Wind. 

“Aidana, I told you who this place was for” 

“Oh, I don’t recall” Aidana smiled. She lead Nepharis around her home, flying around him. Her wings brushed against him ever so often. She smiled and landed in front of her chambers.

She pushed open the door and walked in. Her living spaces set right on the edge of the mountain. She felt as if she could see the whole world from here. Aidana spun around and she wrapped her arms around Nepharis’s waist once more. “We may be friends. But we’re still mates. And it’s been forever”

Nepharis tried to control his quickening heartbeat and the way his trousers one moment seemed fine but now seemed too tight in one particular place. “See. You agree” 

Nepharis chuckled darkly and he held Aidana’s face and kissed her deeply. Aidana’s wings shuddered and then her body shuddered and she stumbled backwards.

Nepharis quickly spun them around as she landed on top of him. He smiled and kissed her again, brushing her hair out of her face. She slipped out of her shirt and kissed her mate again, holding his face.

“I’ve missed your wingspan” 

Aidana laughed and her wings blocked out the sun as she stretched them to their full length. She smiled and shook her head, kissing Nepharis again. He ran his fingers along her wings over and over, loving that he still made his mate purr.

Nine months later, Aidana was holding her daughter. She leaned against Nepharis and closed her eyes, as the healer checked her. This time was much easier. She had Nepharis with her. And he was actually wonderfully helpful.

Even though Aidana had broken some of his fingers. She handed her daughter to Nepharis and Nepharis had a small smile on his face. He brushed his daughter’s light hair and saw her eyes. His eyes. “They both have my eyes”

“Let me see her!” Aidana smiled and she pulled Rhysand in between her and her mate. She brushed his wings gently, and held her son against her side. Rhysand gasped and he peaked over the blanket, watching his sister roll over and spread her tiny wings. “Tiny” Rhysand laughed.

“You were tiny too” Aidana ruffled Rhysand’s hair. Rhysand bared his tiny fangs and Aidana rolled her eyes. She held her son against her chest and rested her head on her husband’s shoulders. “Chiara” Aidana smiled. The one shining beacon in the Night Court. 

They may not have loved each other, but they held a deeper love. Far deeper than the average love mates shared. No, they would never have what was expected for mates. But they respected each other and Aidana couldn’t expect anything more.

She would always be faithful to the High Lord, but their relationship was special. And Aidana could only hope the same for her children. 


I actually cut this short. I wanted to end it with Aidana and Chiara being tortured and killed by Tamlin and his brothers and father but thats so far in the future and there were already a lot of timeskips so I think I was just dragging it out.

I also was going to give a lot of Nepharis POVs about him going on several rampages and him slowly losing his mind after losing his mate and his daughter. But again, I felt like I was dragging it on.

Drop requests in my ask box if you DO want me to write those scenes and I will.

Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it. xx

Hold Me Tight [ Part 4 : Min Yoongi ]

||Teaser || Kim Namjoon || Kim SeokJin || Jeon Jungkook || Min Yoongi || Jung Hoseok pt 1.pt 2 ||

A/N : Acousticophilia. Finally, writing my bias …. I hope I did him justice I probably didn’t xD. Enjoy guys <3 And let me know what you think.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

Day 4, 8:45 PM

You sat half naked on the leather couch sticking to your bare skin after he left you hanging mid-kiss to do something on his computer quoting “ Hold on, I just had an idea ” and his hands abandoned your body for the cold to take over. It was after all why he was doing this, as he put it, for inspiration. Each one of them had a reason, stress, lust, secrecy and even just plain loneliness, so inspiration was something different … something new.

Either ways, it was still frustrating and to say that you were annoyed would be an understatement. You glared at the clear porcelain-like skin of his naked form, too beautiful to allow you to stay angry at him.

“ I can feel your eyes on me ” He whispered quietly before loudly pushing a button, groaning in enjoyment. The music started playing and, what you supposed to be, his voice filled the room covering the dragging sound of his chair on the ground as he stood up and turned to you.

“ Come here ” He motioned with two fingers for you to go closer to him. You stood up as well, internally rolling your eyes at the smug expression on his face. His fingers brushed through your hair settling on the back of your head when you stood a step away. Yoongi pulled you to him, tilting your head and not wasting a second before connecting your lips with his. You took an abrupt step, stumbling into his chest to balance yourself, not having expected that.

His free hand roamed down to your lower back, then to the strap of your panties, pulling on them and breaking the kiss again to look at you with dark hooded eyes.

“ Why are you still wearing this ?” He asked and you parted your lips to give a cheeky response about it being because he left you, when his lips were on yours again, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. The kiss lasted longer this time, your lips parting then urgently meeting once again with you tilting your head to meet his every push. He pulled away brushing the hair he messed up and smirked “ Don’t answer that ”

Smug little sh-“ Don’t curse me in your head either ” You gulped, surprised but still slightly impressed he could read you so easily. The music was still going but you could tell his attention was all on you, his fingers digging into your hips bringing you against his bare erection.

Without breaking eyes contact, he pulled down the fabric letting it fall to the ground around your legs. His hands were back on your waist guiding you to the chair he once occupied. You sat down like he told you, the music finally stopping.

“ How was it ?” He whispered, which seemed to be directed more at himself than to you, so you didn’t answer but then he paused, looking down at you silently demanding one.

“ I … Wasn’t really listening, you know” You spoke like it was common sense, he didn’t let you listen uninterrupted, taking up all your attention. He shrugged, taking the hint, since he wasn’t focused on it either.

Yoongi got down on his knees in front of you, still not breaking the steady gaze. Your eyebrows twitched at his action but your eyes were still full with anticipation.

“ You waited like a good girl ” He lifted your legs to his shoulders, sliding you down the chair in the process “ This is your reward ”

You gripped the hand-rests to stop yourself from falling off completely, a smirk slowly twisting on your lips “ Am I flying to Hong kong?” You breathed out, feeling some kind of pointless glory. He paused to look up at you.

“ You said you weren’t listening ” He shrugged again.

“ How do I put it ?” You adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. You wondered since when did you become okay with having someone staring at your naked self, not even feeling self-conscious about it anymore. “ That part stood out to me the most ”

He half smiled, his eyes finally looking away and disappearing under his silver bangs, the color brightly shining in contrast with the dimly lit studio. You reached to brush one of the misplaced strands into its place when his tongue warmly swiped up your slit making you clench your fingers into his hair, a surprised moan leaving you.

Yoongi growled from pain, the vibrations of his voice causing you even more stimulation with his hot breath already fanning over your dripping core.

“ If it falls out, I’m suing you ” He whispered with a low chuckle.

“ If you don’t continue, I’m leaving ” You spat back immediately.

‘Fair enough’ He thought, not taking the time to voice it out. Yoongi ran his two fingers up and down your heat in a tormentingly slow pace, your hips jerking forwards then relaxing again just when he let a finger slip inside of your awaiting walls curling it up to hit that sweet spot he somehow knew too well. His tongue, too, twirling random circles on your swollen clit.

Your grip tightened on the plastic of the chair, but it wasn’t enough so it sought next thing in your reach. Lost in the movement of the, now, two digits inside of you and the melting motion of his skilled tongue on the outline of your core. Your hand reached out and accidentally pressed a button that was too close to the edge and suddenly the sound of your hitched breathing and the broken series of low moans you secretly let out got amplified, echoing against the walls and back into your ears.

At first, you thought it was all in your head until he hummed in satisfaction that you realized it wasn’t and that hand shot up to cover your mouth muffling any new ones.

He didn’t stop the steady in and out motion, even going faster at some point, twisting his slender fingers up to brush against the roof of your walls not minding your pleasurable sighs. He sensed your embarrassment with a forming grin that you could feel against the sensitive skin, when your legs tightened on him.

“ Let me hear you ” Yoongi kissed the inside of your thigh sweetly, halting his movements to look at you again with the same lustful eyes “ It sounds better than music ”. His free hand came up to move away the one covering your mouth, intertwining his fingers with yours and bringing it down to your side. He spoke so quietly but his voice sounded three times as loud, but you weren’t complaining about it.

Your cheeks heated up into a blush from his comment, relaxing once more when his fingers started moving again and letting out louder moans purposely before getting too caught up in the pleasure slowly growing inside of you, adding to your wetness and making it easier for him to slip in a third finger. You arched your back, gasping and holding his hands tight enough to bruise your nails into the skin.

Sensing your orgasm closing in, as your walls quivered with each drag of his fingers, he let his tongue trace down your slick folds around them before pulling out, chasing your orgasm away. You whined the loss of stimulation, having been so close to euphoria only for it to be taken away. You opened your eyes to give him a questioning look when you were met with a challenging smile.

“ That was just a teaser ” He unhooked your legs from over his shoulder, bringing them to his waist as he came up to connect your lips together once more, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue “ I’ll give you a full version when you choose me ”. He moved down to your neck, nibbling at the skin before sucking in a deep mark, happy to see that you had none yet. Yoongi wasn’t a big fan of sharing.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer with the heels of your feet on his lower back creating the friction you craved so much, shuddering when his erection deliciously brushed down your slit. You knew that you wanted more, needed more.

“ Patience, kitten ” He licked the spot he had been marking, once satisfied with it, then glanced at you with the same undying grin. He pulled you up moving you back onto the couch, which at this point seemed more comfortable than the half standing position he was in.

Yoongi laid you down slowly, with both his hands on each side of your head keeping him up from crushing you with his weight. You rose up to meet him biting his lower lip between yours, missing the feeling of them, while your hand traveled down his torso to grasp his erect member pumping his tightly and earning a few groans that he happily spilled into your mouth, his whole body shivering under your touch.  

He lowered himself onto his elbows, fingers tangling in your hair to hold you in place while his lips consumed yours with passion, brushing a few small kisses before letting his tongue slip in more deeper and hotter, repeating it multiple times. You felt in heaven. And if his heart-stopping kisses weren’t enough to get you there then the rhythmic thrusts of his hips grounding on yours were.

You sensed everything from the vibrations in his throat and the drag of your sweaty skins against each other with each deep and angled meeting of his thrusts with you pushing down to match him, to the straining feeling of the sticky leather couch on your hot skin creating a squeaky sound as he rocked his length into you spreading bliss through your body. You cursed as loudly as you could with his mouth muffling your every sound, trying to close your legs driving him deeper into your tightening walls.

Yoongi finally broke the kiss, burying his face in the crook of your neck  letting you catch your breath as he nuzzled the skin under your ears, moaning with a hoarse voice that sent cold shivers through you. He focused more on his thrusts picking up the pace at some point then slowing back down to just deeply roll his hips hitting your every spot.

He pushed your waist into the couch with a harsh snap as he came audibly groaning into your ear  making your whole body shaky laying with him collaped on top of you, his hips kept holding you down until he finished. Yoongi’s hands cupped your face bringing you to look at him, taking in the sight of the damped bangs sticking to his forehead with faint beads of sweat making his hair look darker, and smiled licking the corner of his mouth.

“ You’d make a great muse ” He breathed out, voice still hoarse, before capturing your lips for one last time, his tongue outlining your lower lip before pulling away, just enough to meet your tired gaze again “ Be mine

Thank you for reading

A friend asked me to do Aki and Akaashi’s as well so


Aki wears a simple blue samue for doing house chores (usually with a tasuki to keep the sleeves out of his way). A simple light (beige?) kimono with black obi on daily basis. Whenever he needs to do smth more formal he wears a black haori on top of it with Bokuto’s whisteria kamon on it. Finally, on matsuri days or ceremonies he might wear fancy traditional clothes. He sometimes helps at the temple as a miko and such ^^


Akaashi normally wears simple light colored kimonos with the deep/forest green haori on top (he gets cold easily). His haori has a higanbana kamon on the back. On more formal occasions he wears a hakama or a suit. Depending on his task he changes his haori to the ones bearing Bokuto’s wisteria kamon (depends on who he’s representing -himself or bokuto). He tends to wear those half finger leather gloves with his suit. 

For ceremonies and such he can be seen wearing the traditional japanese archer gown. A deep/forest green kimono, a hakama with fancy patterns, leather shoes, the shoulder protector and deer skin around his waist. Also the archer hat. 

Bo’s kamon is this one

from the Youkai AU

you can see more clothes here and explanations here

Hidden Hunter

REQUESTED BY ANON: Since you’re taking requests, would it be okay if you do one where y/n is the winchesters 19 year old half sister and the boys didn’t want her to know about the supernatural but one day they find out she knew since she was around 10 but she wanted to keep it a secret from them? I’d really appreciate it! Thank you! :)

You were starting to worry about your brothers, they were gone for now a full day and weren’t back. They didn’t call you or left a simple text like they always do. So, you need to put on your ‘special clothes’ and go save their ass, again. You’ve been doing this for a few years now, hiding your identity and be like a guardian to them.

You put on your black jeans, black vest and black combat boots. You put on the hoodie and complete the look with your half leather gloves that you always thought made you badass. You take your weapons, making sure to have your machete, since you know they are hunting vampires.

You walk out the door, ready to do anything to bring back your brother’s home, well, the motel. They are maybe just your half-brothers, but even for them it never made any difference. Sam and Dean have Mary as a mother and you have another one, which was killed by a supernatural creature when you were three years old. This is when John Winchester decided to bring you with him on the road and tried, with the help of Sam and Dean, to hide the family business from you.

Though, you are cleverer than they thought.

You walk around a barn you found in Sam’s notes, with your machete in the air, ready to chop heads.

“Which one we take first?” You hear a woman say.

“They both look like to have good blood… but I prefer girls blood, but they are an exception. They killed our family” a man said.

“They deserve worse than this…I saw those boys were with a young girl, like you like them”.

You grimace only at the thought of being there food. You shake your head and concentrate on your main job: save Sam and Dean.

“WE don’t know any girls” You hear Dean “it’s only us”.

“Well… we will have to find out…” she pauses “wait. I smell something”.

You curse at yourself for forgetting to take precaution about that. If they saw you, they could’ve taken your sent easily.

“It’s the girl” the man stated “I’ll get her, you watch the boys… don’t start without me”.

“Sure no baby”.

You grip your machete in your hands, waiting beside the door. Hopefully they are only two, the rest Sam and Deane probably already took care of it.

The vampire opens the door, and the second he appears into your view, you take a swing killing him.

You enter the barn at full speed, but before you can kill the girl, you get tackled by another vampire you didn’t know was there.

“She smells so, so good” the man on you smiles “I can’t wait to drink you, baby”.

“Not today” you snapped kicking him the stomach.

He rolls off of you in pain. You take the chance to get up and kill the girl and the guy. At this point, blood is all over your face and clothes. You glance at your brother’s both sitting in chairs, tied up and staring at you shocked. You frown a bit, but you realize that during the fight, your hoodie fell off of your head.

“Fuck” you cursed.

“(Y/N)?” Dean asked not believing what he was seeing at this moment.

You approach them, and untie the ropes.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked you “wh… how did you know? I really don’t understand”.

“I’ll tell you guys everything in the car, but I think we should go”.

The boys nod, but still can’t take away their eyes away from you. Seeing you all bloody and carrying a bloody machete, wasn’t what they’d excepted.

“Start talking”.

You are seated on the bed, all cleaned up, and Sam and Dean are standing in front of you, arms crossed.

You take in a deep breath and start “I was ten when I found Dad’s journal. I wanted to ask you guys why you didn’t tell me anything about it… and mostly about my mother. But I saw how you two and Dad were trying to hide it from me, and I heard you guys talking about wanting me to be normal. So I decided to hide it and I did the research by myself. I stole a couple books from Bobby, which I gave back, and I started training by myself too. When I was about seventeen, I made myself a fake I.D and went to buy some weapons that I carry in my bag I made. It has a special place to put stuff and I always say that I have a lot of books and DVD’s to hide it. Then, when Dad died, and you two starting hunting, I was scared that something happen to you, so I decided to go on superhero and watch over you guys”.

“Dammit” Dean sighs sitting beside you “you did all of that without us noticing… pretty impressive”.

“Yeah” Sam agreed “but the thought of you knowing the family business since you are ten…”

“Sam, don’t” you stop him “I don’t regret anything. I love to hunt, I love to save people. I want to work with you guys”.

“Then, let’s see what you got little sis” Dean patted your shoulder.


The jet shakes beneath turbulence, the rain streaking on the small windows promptly blocked from sight by a quick movement of Squalo’s hand. Air hisses between his teeth as silver eyes shut tight, right hand gripping the armrest in a deathgrip rivaling a python’s constriction. ( Grab your parachute and kiss your ass goodbye, Superbia Squalo ) Eyes open sharply at the slightest shift of leather, a half yawn taken.                  Xanxus.                  Squalo remembers that he is not alone in this flying deathtrap and breathes a sigh of relief. If he is to die, at least he can drag that asshole down with him. Oh wait. He can fly. Well, there goes that plan.

You look too fucking peaceful over there, boss. ❜          Watching Xanxus is the only thing that can relax him now, he thinks. Keep his mind off the storm, off the tiny plane flying two assassins from Toscana to Düsseldorf. He blames the mountains, the Swiss. Just seeing that disinterested face sets his heart at ease.           Ma va là- Merda! How can you even relax through this?


Now that I have Crowns again Noelie finally got her green evening dress 😍