he went to brown


Prize your luck, Mr. Haxby! You had the famous Charlotte Wells for free.

I think I might leave,” he whispered.
She almost tripped. “Leave?”
He wouldn’t look at her. “I’m going down to Eyllwe - to Banjali, to be precise.”
“For a mission?” It was common for Arobynn to send them all over the continent, but the way Sam was speaking felt … different.
“Forever,” he said.
“Why?” Her voice sounded a little shrill in her ears.
He faced her. “What do I have to tie me here? Arobynn already mentioned that it might be useful to firmly establish ourselves in the south, too.”
“Arobynn -” she seethed, fighting to keep her voice to a whisper. “You talked to Arobynn about this?”
Sam gave her a half shrug. “Casually. It’s not official.”
“But - but Banjali is a thousand miles away.”
“Yes, but Rifthold belongs to you and Arobynn. I’ll always be … an alternative.”
“I’d rather be an alternative in Rifthold than ruler of the assassins in Banjali.” She hated that she had to keep her voice so soft. She was going to splatter someone against a wall. She was going to rip down the sewer with her bare hands.
“I’m leaving at the end of the month,” he said, still calm.
“That’s two weeks away!”
“Do I have any reason why I should stay here?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed as loudly as she could while still maintaining a hushed tone. “Yes, you do.” He didn’t reply. “You can’t go.”
“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t.”
“Because I’ll miss you, damn it!” she hissed, splaying her arms. “Because what was the point in anything if you just disappear forever?”
“The point in what, Celaena?” How could he be so calm when she was so frantic?
“The point in Skull’s Bay, and the point in getting me that music, and the point in … the point in telling Arobynn that you’d forgive him if he never hurt me again.”
“You said you didn’t care what I thought. Or what I did. Or if I died, if I’m not mistaken.”
“I lied! And you know I lied, you stupid bastard!”
He laughed quietly. “You want to know how I spent this summer?” She went still. He ran a hand through his brown hair. “I spent every single day fighting the urge to slit Arobynn’s throat. And he knew I wanted to kill him.”
I’ll kill you! Sam had screamed at Arobynn.
“The moment I woke up after he beat me, I realized I had to leave. Because I was going to kill him if I didn’t. But I couldn’t.” He studied her face. “Not until you came back. Not until I knew you were all right - until I saw that you were safe.”
Breathing became very, very hard.
“He knew that, too,” Sam went on. “So he decided to exploit it. He didn’t recommend me for missions. Instead, he made me help Lysandra and Clarisse. He made me escort them around the city on picnics and to parties. It became a game between the two of us - how much of his horseshit I could take before I snapped. But we both knew he’d always have the winning hand. He’d always have you. Still, I spent every day this summer hoping you’d come back in one piece. More than that - I hoped you’d come back and take revenge for what he’d done to you.”
But she hadn’t. She’d come back and let Arobynn shower her with gifts.
“And now that you’re fine, Celaena, now that you’ve paid off your debt, I can’t stay in Rifthold. Not after all the things he’s done to us.”
She knew it was selfish, and horrible, but she whispered, “Please don’t go.”
He let out an uneven breath. “You’ll be fine without me. You always have been.”
Maybe once, but not now. “How can I convince you to stay?”
“You can’t.”
She threw down the torch. “Do you want me to beg, is that it?”
“No - never.”
“Then tell me -”
“What more can I say?” he exploded, his whisper rough and harsh. “I’ve already told you everything - I’ve already told you that if I stay here, if I have to live with Arobynn, I’ll snap his damned neck.”
“But why? Why can’t you let it go?”
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Because I love you!”
Her mouth fell open.
“I love you,” he repeated, shaking her again. “I have for years. And he hurt you and made me watch because he’s always known how I felt, too. But if I asked you to pick, you’d choose Arobynn, and I. Can’t. Take. It.”
The only sounds were their breathing, an uneven beat against the rushing of the sewer river.
“You’re a damned idiot,” she breathed, grabbing the front of his tunic. “You’re a moron and an ass and a damned idiot.” He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face, “Because I’d pick you.”
And then she kissed him.
—  The Assassin and the Underworld (The Assassin’s Blade #4) by Sarah J. Maas

star-anise  asked:

Prompt: The Kiss never happened. Bitty was dating a fuckboy in Providence (maybe he went to Brown or sthg) and they just broke up. He knocks on Jack's door and asks if he can hole up and cry for a little before he goes back to Samwell.

When someone knocked on his apartment door, Jack had assumed that it could be Bitty. Anyone other than him would’ve had to buzz in from the front door to get in. Bitty, on the other hand, usually buzzed in to get into his boyfriend Poots’ apartment and then stopped by Jack’s to bring him pie and spend time with him after a romantic afternoon-or night- with James. 

He couldn’t have thought that Bitty would be standing in front of him with puffy red eyes and a bottle of vodka. 

“H-hey, Jack. C-can I come in?” He sniffed. “James-James dumped me.” 

Jack silently led him in and sat him down on the couch. Bitty sniffed again, and when Jack held out his arms, he gasped and fell into them. Bitty clung to Jack as he sobbed and and shook, his small frame almost engulfed by Jack’s arms and the way Jack instinctively curled himself around Bitty. He wanted to protect Bitty from the world and from everything that hurt him. He wanted to march down to Poots’ apartment and beat him up for doing this to Bitty. He wanted to make Bitty stop hurting and sobbing in his arms, nothing made Jack more frustrated than the uncontrollable tears coursing down Bitty’s face and staining his shirt. 

If it had been me, he thought. I would never let him cry like this. I would always make time for him. I wouldn’t have blown him off because someone else wanted my time when he finally comes to visit me. 

“We-we were talking about summer plans. And I was just- just saying how hard this whole thing is-was. And he said if I thought it was a burden then we should end it. I shouldn’t have complained,” Bitty sobbed. “I didn’t want to make him feel pressure. It was so hard and I tried so hard and it wasn’t enough.”

“It was enough, you are more than enough for anyone. Poots was just blind and couldn’t see that,” Jack thumbed away Bitty’s tears. “You love him so much and he couldn’t see that.” 

Bitty looked up at Jack, his expression indiscernible for a moment, then sniffed and pressed his face into Jack’s shoulder again. 

“Can I stay here for the night? I think I need this. The boys and Lardo don’t know a thing about James, and I want- Jack, I need you.” 

Jack pressed a light kiss on top of Bitty’s head as he cradled him in his arms. “We can do romcoms and ice cream. And I’ll monitor your vodka intake.” 

He felt Bitty tighten his grip around his body and wished that they could stay entwined like this forever.

“I’d like that,” Bitty said. 

Over Mean Girls and She’s All That, Bitty started to open up about the breakup.

“I mean, it’s not like I couldn’t see it happening. I think we both knew that James wasn’t- he wasn’t exactly the most considerate gentleman,” Bitty said, curled between Jack’s legs. Jack loved the solid weight against his front and had to remind himself not to nuzzle Bitty’s neck. “But I always thought that we could talk it over and come to an agreement. We- um-” Bitty fidgeted. “We were…together, tonight. So I thought that we still had some good days left and maybe after his first season, James would settle down a bit more and stop being…”

“A flakey douchebag,” Jack said. He tried not to imagine Bitty and Poots having sex, but it was hard when Bitty’s scent pervaded his nose and his weight was pressing against him. 

“Yes,” Bitty agreed. “So it feels like he just threw me away, like I’m only worth- um,” he blushed, no doubt thinking about what he did for Poots. Bitty sighed. “I suppose dating isn’t worth it.”

“You just haven’t found the right person, Bittle. You’re worth so much,” Jack said. 

Bitty sighed and turned so that he was resting the side of his head on Jack’s shoulder and his breath tickled Jack’s throat. “I wish…I wish I can be a bit more assertive.” He smelled like vodka and artisanal beer, and his eyes were so dilated that Jack could barely see the warm brown that usually peers up at him. “I should’ve stayed and tried to talk to him instead of wimping out and immediately leaving after he told me we were over. Maybe I wouldn’t lose so much dignity. And I-Jack-I had so many things to say to you at graduation. And so many times when we saw each other. So many things, but I just wimp out as usual.”

“You’re not a wimp, and even if you can’t say anything, that’s okay,” Jack said. “We can work on it, it’ll be like checking practice. We’re still a team, Bittle.”

“Oh, Jack.” Bitty looked up at him, almost adoringly. Was that the right word? It felt like the right word, even though Jack knew he was only inserting descriptions to make himself feel more important to Bitty. 

Bitty took a deep breath and another swig of vodka before Jack could stop him. 

“Jack. I-I-at graduation-what I wanted to say-” Bitty faltered. “I thought you were going to leave us. And I’m so glad that you’re still one of my closest friends.” 

And if Bitty hadn’t just been dumped, if his feelings hadn’t clearly been a mess, Jack would’ve replied to that with an “I love you,” and kissed him and kissed him and never let him go. Instead he smoothed Bitty’s cowlick and smiled, “You’ll always be one of the closest people to me.” 

He let his hand linger and Bitty leaned into it, silently tracking tears down his face and letting Jack comfort him. 


One floor down, James Fitzgerald walked around his apartment in a frenzy. Shit, shit, shit. He just dumped Eric. He was so sure that Eric was about to give him the relationship talk and end it that he couldn’t take the suspense and told Eric that they were better off separated. And now Eric wasn’t answering his texts or picking up his calls, and Poots was sure that he’s gone to Jack’s place. And shit- Jack was going to kill him. 


Missing: Ronald Tammen, Jr. 

Ronald Tammen, Jr. was a 19-year-old student at Miami University in Oxford Ohio when he disappeared. 

On April 19th, 1953, Ron was in his dorm at Fisher Hall. At 8:30 PM, Ron went to the dorm Mom to get bed sheets that he had requested earlier in the day, then he went back to his room to study psychology. When his roommate returned later around 10PM, Tammen was nowhere to be found. The radio was playing, Ron’s desk light was on, and his psychology book was open on his desk. His wallet, clothing, and car keys were still in the room, and his car was in the parking lot where he left it. His money in his bank account went unclaimed. Though it was snowing outside, he did not take his coat. When his roommate found him gone, he originally did not report him missing because he figured he went to spend the night at the Delta Tau Delta fraternity where he pledged. He was finally reported missing the next day when he didn’t return. Ron has never been seen again.

This case gets a little weird as Ron had specifically requested new sheets because someone had put a dead fish in his bed earlier that day. A few weeks before, he went to a doctor’s office, and randomly asked to have his blood type tested. The place he was residing- Fisher Hall- was the former site of a mental asylum, leading some to believe something paranormal happened to him. Theories of Ron’s disappearance range from abduction to amnesia, to ghostly activity, or even his fraternity or the government being involved, but authorities say there is no evidence leading them to believe anything concrete.  

When Ron went missing he was 5′10″, and 175 pounds with brown hair and brown eyes. He had a muscular build, and was on the wrestling team at his university.

Anyone with additional information or questions regarding this case should contact Butler County Sheriff’s Office at (513) 785-1300.

anonymous asked:

So it turns out Darren Wilson admitted that he grabbed Mike Brown without provocation, cursed and yelled at him and shot at him as he ran away. He's also admitted that Mike Brown never, ever went for his gun. I think we can expect an apology from the 'two sides to every story crowd', right? I mean, they were simply waiting for the evidence to come to light before rendering judgment, right? They weren't just racists defending a white police officer because his victim was a black teenager, right?

Yeah, weird how that racist murderer’s obvious lies needed “more investigation” and yet now the racists who defended him are mysteriously quiet.

jungkook oneshot #1

written using the prompt: “we’re unintentionally wearing matching shirts. of course they’re gonna assume we’re dating.”

words: 393 (lol this is one of the shortest pieces of shit i’ve ever written)

a/n: this is real short and real pointless but i loved the prompt a lot, almost as much as i love kookie.

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Lightning Under Your Skin

Yoongi scenario

Genre: angst, fluff

Word count: ~ 9700

A/N: Technically, in quantity, there’s probably more fluff than angst. But Yoongi’s character is quite heartbreaking in general, so I’m leaning towards it being angst. Also, I guess, it’s kind of “People have random magical powers!AU”.

Mini-playlist for the story

1. Sixx A.M. - Skin. || 2. MIIA - Dynasty. || 3. Billie Eilish - Ocean Eyes. || 4. Troye Sivan - BLUE (feat. Alex Hope). || 5. TroyBoi - On My Own (feat. Nefera). || 6. Agust D - So Far Away (ft. Suran). 

“That’s just how your world worked. People were used to trying different things and hanging on to every opportunity to participate in a new activity; all in hopes to reveal the power they were born with. You wouldn’t know what it is until you found yourself in a situation, where your own magic could be used. The hardest part of the search - most powers were so random and specific, that you’d have to be pretty damn lucky to stumble upon it.”

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Order from Your Commander (part 2/?)

Originally posted by supercanaries

Request: Order from Your Commander part 2!!! 

Word Count: 1,449

(A/N: Sorry this one is a bit of filler and doesn’t have a lot of action. I’m hoping to turn this into a lengthier series! Also, thank you all soooo much for all the positive feedback. You all are the reason I write. Last, if you want me to tag you in this, shoot me a message!) 

part 1

The sun had set and rose without Y/n knowing what was going on. She remembered Bellamy leaving, but he never came back. At some point, someone came to switch positions with the man named Miller. He was scrawny with brown hair, sunken in cheeks, and goggles. Y/n smiled at the thought of how easy it would be to take this boy in a fight. He drifted off at some point, and so did Y/n, waking up only at the sound of the ladder hatch being thrown open.

Bellamy walked into the room, looking even worse than he did when he went to bed. “Rough night?” The brown haired boy who was on watch asked.

“Shut up, Jasper.” Bellamy replied. He told Jasper to go before turning his attention back to Y/n.

 “Can I go yet?” Y/n asked sarcastically.

 The corner of his lip peeled into a smile. “No. We want your help actually.”

 “My help? You kidnap me, lock me up, and except me to help?” Y/n laughed. Bellamy stared at her as she laughed and couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was. Her smile was almost contagious and her laugh indescribable. Bellamy forced himself to look away.

 “Yeah, actually, that’s exactly what I want.” Y/n stopped laughing and stared at the man in front of her. She noticed his tense stance and clenched jaw. “My people are in danger, and we need your people’s help. We’ve heard quite a bit about your people, and what you all did to the Ice Nation.”

 “How do you know about that?”

 “We’ve got our sources…” He paused. “That’s beside the point. The point is, we know what your people are capable of, and we could really use some of that.”

 “Why do you need our help?”

 He took a deep breath in and pulled a shaky hand through his hair. It was obvious that this was taking him a lot to ask for help. He stared at the ground while Y/n stared at him. “You’re not used to asking for help are you?” She smiled.

 He peered up through his messy bangs, and found her smile more annoying than anything. “No, I’m not, but we’re desperate. The Grounders, TriKru, plan on attacking us. We don’t have guns or even that good of fighters. We’re swimming up shit’s creek without a paddle and we need help.”

 Y/n didn’t understand his odd analogy but understood the meaning behind it. The pain in Bellamy’s eyes spoke the truth of what he was feeling. “Why does your leader not ask me herself?”

 He paused, “she’s not our leader.”

 “You answer to her.” Y/n retorted. She couldn’t seem to grasp the dynamic the Sky People had. There was no clear definition of who had the power; maybe this is the reason they need her help.

 “We work together. As a team.” Bellamy replied as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall across from Y/n. They stared at each other for several minutes.

 “What do you want my people to do?” Y/n asked, breaking the awkward silence.

 Bellamy sighed, “Fight with us, please. Become allies with us, and in the future, when we’ve found our footing, we will return the favor.”

 Y/n thought about it for a minute. Bellamy wasn’t aware that she was the commander of the Free People, and didn’t realize the power she held. She knew what it meant though to be oppressed by a nation fueled by hate, and while the Grounders were decent and understanding, they didn’t like newcomers very much. Y/n could remember the first few months after they established camp right on the edge of Grounder territory. They fought for weeks, made several treaties, and eventually because neutral toward each other. Y/n was not unaware of how the Grounders treated the Sky People, however. They treated the Sky People with such detest and hate, which seemed completely unfounded to Y/n.

 “Okay.” Y/n nodded. She didn’t want to anger the Grounders, but she could see the benefit that having the Sky People as allies would bring. Bellamy stood straight up from his slouched position and looked into Y/n’s eyes quizzically. He thought he would have to do a lot more convincing than that. “They might not comply but I can try to convince them,” She added.

 Bellamy headed to the ladder hatch to report to Clarke and the others, but hesitated. Part of him wanted to let her down to show that he trusted her, but part of him didn’t trust her. Not yet, at least. “I’ll go tell the others. After that, we’ll head to your camp.”

 “I’ll be here.” Y/n sarcastically replied, definitely taking note of the way the corner of Bellamy’s lips pulled up slightly into what could be considered a smile.

 Several minutes passed, and in the minutes, Y/n spent the time counting the number of bolts lining the walls. She was at sixty-four when Bellamy came back with Miller and Murphy, the two guards from last night. They detached Y/n’s arms from the wall and immediately moved to tie them behind her back. But then Bellamy spoke up. “She’s just offered to help us in a war. You can let her walk by herself.”

 “What if she tries something?” Miller asked.

 Bellamy turned to face Y/n. He looked more annoyed than anything. “Are you going to try something?” Y/n shook her head no and tried to suppress the smile creeping on her face. While part of Bellamy rubbed her the wrong way, his sarcasm and lack of care for what others thought was kind of endearing.

 Murphy untied to ropes around Y/n’s wrists and threw the rope behind him. She rubbed her wrists lightly over the burn that the rope had caused. Miller headed to the ladder and descended to the bottom floor. Bellamy motioned for Y/n to go next. Her legs wobbled slightly as she moved down the ladder, as it had been a while since she had moved them.

 Miller had exited the drop ship by the time Y/n reached the bottom level. She moved toward the exit when she saw the pretty blonde girl from yesterday. “Do you think you’ll be able to convince your people?” Clarke asked. Y/n nodded. Something was incredibly satisfying about being the commander and none of these people knowing that. They exited the drop ship and walked the path they traveled yesterday, out into the familiar woods. Y/n felt the majority of her anxiety slip away, as she was finally home, and knew more about the woods than the Sky People did.

 Two people Y/n did not recognize joined them once they reached the gate. She later learned that their names were Harper and Octavia. This seemed to calm Y/n’s anxiety too. Bellamy and Y/n took the lead so Y/n could show them the way to the Free People’s camp, Harper and Octavia took the center, and Miller and Murphy took the rear. No one talked for the majority of the trip, until they were about two miles from the village.

 “What do you know about the Grounders?” Bellamy asked Y/n. She paused to think about her words.

 “They’re passionate and loyal, if anything happens to their people, they won’t hesitate to fight back. They’re also reasonable, as long as you uphold your end. My people sought refuge on the edge of TriKru territory. We fought for months, and finally we signed a treaty that we would not interfere with TriKru business or any further TriKru territory.” Y/n replied.

 “So are you allies or enemies?” Bellamy raised an eyebrow.

 “Neither. We just coexist.” Y/n glanced over at Bellamy, who was studied her face with wonder. Bellamy didn’t know whether to fear or respect this woman.

 “Did you fight in the war?” Bellamy questioned suddenly. Y/n stumbled a bit, not expecting to hear this question. She didn’t respond, just stared at the ground. “I’m sorry…you don’t have to answer that.”

 No one spoke after that. The air was filled with tension and anticipation, as Y/n could not wait to be in a place where she had the upper hand. Y/n could see the outlines of tents in the distance, and her heart fluttered a bit. Though she was only gone for a day, it felt like weeks. Y/n’s pace increased.

 They were about three hundred feet out when Y/n heard the familiar sound of her second in command, Bjorn’s, voice shouting “the Commander has returned!” Y/n was too focused on greeting him and the others that she couldn’t see the way the Sky People’s mouths gaped at her.

 Octavia leaned over to Bellamy and whispered, “Did they just call her commander?”

 Murphy sighed. “Yeah, we’re dead.”

(part 3)

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Safe Winters

Fandom: Marvel/X-Men

Character/Ship: Wolverine/Logan Howlett x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: Cassie

Words: 601

Requested by: @consultingalchemist on @thefandomimagine

Summary: Logan helping Y/N out after he finds her cold and homeless in the middle of winter in Canada

[Based off of:] http://thefandomimagine.tumblr.com/post/156988162529/submitted-by-consultingalchemist

Author’s Note: It’s basically still winter where I am so why not write this?

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

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House of Cards

House of Cards


-Bets are lost, you have to pay the price, enter the house full of multiple cards.

-Bts x Girl (Ambw)

-Word Count: 6570 (do you know how long it took me to write this damn oneshot?!) 

-So to live up to my word, this is my story for reaching 1k. I so hope I ruin a lot of you, I hope that you enjoy it as well. Please Turn on House of Cards, because it was my inspiration to write this long lovely story for you all. Thank you for staying with me <3 


“You have to promise me.” Taehyung said softly watching you, his dark brown orbs piercing into yours. He had his hair freshly died to that wild color. It looked good, too good and that was a problem with you. Because he was more bolder now, more sure of what he wanted. 

“Jagiya…” That deep voice knocked you out of your concentration studying your boyfriend. You tilted your head to the side weighing your options. And then finally you looked him in the eyes. 

“I accept.” You said with a sly smirk, Taehyung matched your smirk, his eyes heating up with mischief and lust. You didn’t know what you were in for but he did. He grabbed the cards from the pack sliding them out of the pack and onto his hands before he shuffled them, dealing for your first round. 

The game was simple, a card game. Something along the lines of four squares with a hint of pity pat and a added side of poker. It was something you had only played a couple of times before. And you both had your fair share of wins. What made this different you didn’t know. But before the game even started, your boyfriend decided to place a bet. He didn’t go into specifics. Just asked if you trusted him and of course you did. He’s your boyfriend. And he named his bargain. If you lost, you had to do whatever he asked, when he asked it for a whole day no questions asked and you had to go with what he said. Fair enough to you. Your punishment was simple, if he lost, he had to watch you for a week get yourself off at least twice before he could even think about touching you. 

The game had been fairly easy at first. But of course you didn’t take it easy. It was a game, and after awhile of Taehyung making careless mistakes you just knew that you would win. However towards the end, you watched as he caught back up, and out of no where he laid down four cards. He had one upped you. He had one the card game and now you were at the mercy of whatever he wanted. Taehyung gave a proud wicked smirk. If only you knew the things he had planned for you. You would’ve ran from the house and never came back again. Which is why he didn’t go into detail, you trusted him and that was all he needed. 

A week passes by before you get the call. Taehyung wanted you to come to his house, his friends were there. He had sent you something in the mail along with roses. Your orders were to put it on. You walked into your room, opening the box slowly lifting your eyes. The outfit. Was very revealing. It was white, but some parts of it were pink. Your hands ran over the soft fabric, your cheeks slightly heating. You pulled the clothes from the box one by one before you stripped out of your own clothes making sure to put them in the right place. You grabbed the laced dark pink bra placing it over your breast looking at how it clung almost being too small for your breast. Nest you slid on (very cautiously) dark pink panties that only covered the area from your lower stomach to almost the back of your pussy. The back was strappy and it when you went to the mirror that was close to your bed to bend over a bit, you could see your pussy, hell you could see your ass and almost your asshole. 

You let out a soft groan before you grabbed at the white laced baby doll dress. It was short coming down to cover just the panties that were clearly see through. In the front of the white laced dress where your breast was, a bow lied under the fabric at the dip of your breast. It made you feel almost childish from the way you looked. Your eyes roamed over your body taking in your appearance before they landed on the box. The next thing was to get out the lace white thigh highs that had the clips on them. You sat on your bed taking your time to get ready. Your mind was racing, what was he planning? Why did you have to wear such revealing things. You stood up looking at the mirror once again biting on your lips. You looked like, a baby doll. One that wants to be fucked, and not necessarily in a sweet way. Soon you were getting a jacket to put on and cover up most of your outfit. You hoped people wouldn’t look but if you were a guy, you were stare at yourself. The dress left nothing hidden and the jacket. You were asked to wear high heels, pink pumps to be exact and you did as the letter stated. 

You grabbed your keys and phone, heading outside to your car. Usually taking a cab is easier, but in a outfit like this you would rather drive yourself. You let your body settle and relax into the comfortable cozy car. You started to drive towards the direction of the house, fidgeting and squirming around in your seat. You were so nervous because you didn’t know what he had planned for you. All these mysteries. You followed down the same narrow roads to get to his house. Looking over all the buildings you’ve passed by countless times before. You finally spotted his house at the end of the street causing you to squirm more. When you parked your car outside you saw no one else around, which made you happy. Once you got out you walked slowly towards his door knocking on it. You waited for a second leaning against it as you waited for him. 

“It’s open.” Was all you heard, and you knew from how deep the voice was, it belonged to Taehyung. You nodded your head taking the jacket off to fold it in your arms opening the door and walking inside. You shut the door behind you before you turned around to take a look and froze. All of Taehyung’s friends were in the house. In the front room sitting on the couches and chairs that were there. You were speechless and a bit afraid. You licked over your lips feeling embarrassed by your outfit now covering yourself up with the jacket. You couldn’t even really look at none of them, what was happening? And was Taehyung making a full of you.

“What’s… This?” You ask softly pulling down on the dress. Taehyung looked around at his friends before he let his dark orbs rest on your body. He was a bit upset because you were covering yourself. But damn what he can see had him shifting in his seat to get the uncomfortable tightness from his pants licking his lips. The way that laced dress fit against your brown skin. The way those thigh highs, clung to your thighs and legs. He wanted to rip it off you. Your makeup was light but he was sure to ruin it. He looked at your hair, dropping down your back as you shifted from side to side. 

“Remove that jacket.” Taehyung said without a second thought. 

“Excuse me-” Taehyung cut you off lifting his hand.

“When we played the card game. You told me you trusted me. You told me I could have whatever I want. Did you not?” He asked you lowly letting his eyes roam over your body before he sat up straight. 

“I did.. But oppa-” You started again and he stopped you pinning you with a look making you quiet instantly. There were two sides of Taehyung, the nice sweet one, and the dominate one ready to tear you up if you dared to step out of line

“Once again. We made the bet. You lost the game. So this is what I want. Me and my friends…
 Taehyung started gesturing to the other men in the room. “We’ve had a rough couple of months, and a hellish week. This is where you come in baby doll. I knew you wouldn’t just give in easily to me asking you to let my friends take you in anyway they want. So I bet you, I didn’t think I would win. But thank god I did.” Taehyung said standing up as he walked towards you, eyes hungry, lust building. 

“You don’t get to say no, you don’t get to say anything because you made the bet. You are entitled to what you do and do not want. If you stay, I promise though, it will be rough. Every member will fuck and use you until they are satisfied. You will obey and do everything they say. Any kink they want to use, they can. Unless you are getting hurt, and I see you getting hurt because I know your kinks best I will stop it. But that is the only time I will interfere. I will take you last, but I will touch you no matter what. Even if I stop I will stay by you.. Do you agree or do you want to leave? You only get to answer once.” He said softly. He watched you, he wouldn’t push you to do anything you didn’t want. But he wants you, needs you. 

When you gave a soft nod of your head Taehyung’s face heated up with happiness. And want, and he grabbed the jacket you were holding to put it the couch letting everyone take you in. He groaned before he walked behind you looking at his friends. Taehyung let his hands start at your waist, slowly gliding them up your body. He felt the thin baby doll dress under his fingertips. A smirk on his lips when you shuddered. He cupped your breast playing with them through your bra. 

“It’s time to ruin you.” He murmured lowly in your ear. Taehyung let his head fall down to rest in the crook of your neck. He sucked harshly on your spot until you were squirming. He let you go and backed up from your skin, shivering. The light pink hickey on your brown skin excited him. He went and grabbed your collar from his closet slowly walking back into the front room finding you in the same position. He saw his friends watching you. Everyone wanted you, it prided him that his girlfriend was so attractive. He walked up behind you, wrapping the light blue collar around your neck. Soon he was placing the matching light blush jeweled leash on the collar that had a bow in the center with a heart bell. He stepped back watching you, soon pulling you towards the youngest two in the room. Taehyung gave his leash to Jimin who had already laid eyes on your breast. The thing he wanted the most. 

Jimin pulled you down onto him, straddling his thigh. He looked up at you in your eyes, cupping your cheek softly letting his fingers press against your cheeks. He let his hand slid down to your neck, before going towards the valley of your breast. “God I want you.” He growled gripping your hips. Once you were straddling one of his thighs, Jimin was moving you to grind you on his thigh. He watched as your breast slowly bounced up and down in his face from how he made you ride his thigh. Jimin smirked bouncing you up and down on his thigh. Your breast bounced harder, Jimin’s mouth fell open as his bit his lip. Without second thought he buried his face between your breast sucking at the skin there. Muffled groans from his lips could be heard from his lips. It wasn’t as if you were necessarily quiet. Soft pants fell from your lips, your hands were tangling into those black locks feeling your panties become wet, well at least the part covered.

Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. Watching Jimin have all the fun was driving him crazy. He knew a lot of people wanted to get to you. And he wanted to things, to fuck your mouth, and at least another hole. He slowly walked behind the couch, his finger skimming over the soft fabric as his eyes met with Taehyung’s. As soon as his hyung gave him a nod, Jungkook was grabbing your leash from Jimin’s grip making you pay attention to him. When your soft brown eyes rested on his, he gave you a smirk. His dimples popping out. His hands came to grip at your dress, the part surrounding your breast. He yanked it down as well as your bra making your breast spring from the outfit. Jimin gasped looking up at your brown nipples, they were so big, so perky. Just fucking right. He couldn’t resist running his thick tongue across your already harden bud. A moan of yes was pulled from your lips. Jungkook unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling down the zipper as he kept his eyes on you and Jimin. 

“You’re going to have to hold those breast for me noona, can you do that?” He asked in a soft low voice, and as much as you were around him it still caught you off guard how manly he became. You have a nod of your head and he gripped your hair pressing his lips roughly against yours. A kiss that was a fight of dominance, meanwhile Jimin looking across at the other three decided to lift up your dress once he saw or rather felt what was under there. Jin’s eyes opened wider. Your ass, sitting there covered by nothing but thin straps. He licked his lips watching it as Jimin made you push down harder on his thigh. He felt the material become soaked. Jungkook pushed down his pants as well as his boxers tossing his shirt over his head messing up his hair a bit. You looked from his face, slowly down to the abs forming, resting on his shaft that rested against his stomach. The kiss had left you breathless once he had pulled back but now you were just speechless looking at his size. He stepped back a bit lifting an eyebrow. You smirked slightly feeling your skin tingle from the attention everyone wanted to have from you. Your hands came up to cup your breast and Jungkook wasted no time sliding his dick between your plump breast. 

“Shit.” He grunted out in pleasure thrusting slowly up and down watching as your tongue came out to dart across his slit pulling a his from him. He grabbed your hair pulling your mouth onto his shaft as he thrust up a bit faster into your mouth. His hands had to come down and cup your breast, because Jimin harshly jerked one hand down to make you rub his growing erection. He needed friction. He needed you to pay attention to him like he was paying attention to you. He was jealous a bit that kookie had your lips around him, but Jimin would settle for now. He used one hand to undo his pants rather quickly gripping your wrist shoving your hand in his boxers. You didn’t need to be told what that meant. You fondled with him to get him out of his pants letting his member spring free. The moan from his lips told you, that you succeeded. You started to pump him quickly, and Jimin watched snapping his hips up against your tiny hand, he watched your thighs shake a bit every time he moved his hips against yours. The side of the room was filled with pants, moans, and growls mostly from Jungkook. He was having no mercy thrusting between your breast to get deeper in your mouth. 

Jin was the next to move, he couldn’t take it. He wanted to touch you. He only slid his shirt off having plans for you to undress him once the first round was over. He crouched down behind you and Jimin’s leg. He let his fingers trail down your clothed back, his soft hands soon slowly tracing over each strap that was on your ass. The touch from him alone, had your stomach tightening your first orgasm getting closer. Jin smirked watching the plump flesh in his face. “Chocolate was always my favorite.” He mumbled out before he pulled back. Licking on two of his fingers, Jin took his precious time watching your hips move on Jimin’s thigh. Why? He could see your pussy lips, he could see the wet substances there. He could slightly see your pink insides. He stuck his fingers in the opening of your panties pushing them into your pussy watching as you took them in. But you were so tight, and he couldn’t fight the wanton moan that left from his lips watching you. Jimin watched with hooded eyes planting his feet on the floor as he gave you a heated gaze. His shaft twitched, he needed to be inside of you. Your hand sliding up and down him felt good, but he knew your pussy sliding up and down him would feel so much better. 

“Jin.” He rasped out looking at his hyung with needy eyes. Jin got the hint pulling his fingers out slowly licking over them.

“Keep the panties on.” He said simply patting your ass backing up. Jimin laughed, trying to keep the promise. He shifted you to face him. He caressed your cheeks again making you slip from Jungkook’s dick. 

“Let’s give them a show?” Jimin said sweetly but his eyes told a different story. He switched you until your back was against his chest, your eyes roaming over the other side of the room. Every male sat there trying not to touch themselves. Except for Taehyung. He had his dick in his hand, the thick appendage resting in his grip. He was naked, his hair pressing to his forehead because of the sweat from how hot the room had gotten. He was going slow but you saw the precum dripping from his member. His chest rising and falling as he watched you. He was biting on his lips vigorously not letting up as he kept his eyes on you, that soft quick smirk gracing his plump lips before he gave a slow nod. As soon as that happened Jimin slid you down on his member. A soft whimper left your lips, he was thick, much thicker than you ever imagined. He was stretching you out and you couldn’t stop clenching around his member while he buried himself inside of you to the hilt. Your mouth fell open as your eyes drift shut to focus on feeling him. 

Jimin had to be careful to slip into the opening because the panties looked ready to rip at anytime. He watched your pink pussy take him in though. Your ass sitting in his face and he slapped at it making it bounce for him before he gripped your hips, the thick flesh feeling nice to hold in his hands. Jimin started to move you slowly his eyes focusing on his hips slamming up inside of your pussy. He could feel the trickle of the juices dripping down your pussy to land on his dick and his balls. He kept a slow pace to tease you as the rest of the others. Jungkook on the other hand was still breathless panting. He wanted to release and now. He didn’t even need to fuck you. Watching it was enough for him. He went around to the front of you after some time, letting Jimin have as much fun as he could. Jimin got the hint, he gripped you from under your legs, spreading you wider for him as he held onto the underside of your knees with his arms. He pounded harder into you, making slick lewd noises sound off from how hard he slapped his hips against yours. Jungkook came back to you gripping your hair forcing your head forward to bury his dick deep down your throat. He mouth fucked you rough and hard. His hips pushing against his face, his balls slapping your chin, as spit trailed down from your mouth. He listened to the chokes and gags you released moaning repeatedly from how good it felt to feel your throat clamp down on his dick. He was close to releasing in your mouth. Jimin fucking into you as you bounced and whined being too much for the younger. He threw his head back letting his member pulse, his mouth hanging open as he felt his lower abdomen muscles clench in pleasure. He gave you a few more sloppy thrusts before he was feeling you up. A hand clamped over your mouth, he made you take his cum. 

Jimin having watched the whole thing shifted his hips until he was abusing your spot, a rag doll you were indeed from how he let you flop up and down on his shaft. He bit on your shoulder, while Jungkook pulled away with a boyish grin going to find his discarded clothes and sit by the others who hadn’t had a turn yet. Jin got back up and he made his way back to you. He let one knee dip down into the couch cushion. He reached down pressing his lips against yours slowly, sweetly. He tasted the others cum on your tongue as he shoved his tongue in your mouth but he didn’t care. He let his hand slip down in your panties to rub your clit slowly. It didn’t even take you long to cum after that, it had been building up. Your walls squeezed Jimin inside of you pulling him deeper. You could hear his moans behind you, his dick spilling his seed inside of you, he let you milk him of everything he had, your name falling from his lips as relaxed under you to let you take his cum in. Once he was gone he took your shoes off your feet before he slowly pulled out of you. Jin pulled you on his lap his hands roaming your body.

“Let’s get this off.” He said softly breaking the kiss. He lifted up the baby doll dress sliding it off of you and onto the couch beside you. He licked his lips reaching a hand around to unclip your bra. You felt larger hands on your skin next from behind you. You looked up to meet the eyes of Jhope. They were a bit friendly. More wanting than anything. 

“I have toys for you.” Hoseok said and Jin leaned back to slouch against the couch pulling you with him. He cupped your breast in his hand, his tongue gliding over your brown perky nubs. He sucked on them like a baby wanting to make them as hard and as bruised as he could. Hoseok made sure to bend you over farther making your breast press closer to Jin’s lips. He took out anal beads that he had stroking and groping your ass cheeks as he used one hand to lube up a few of the beads. Jin in the midst of him playing with your breast he slid his hands down to spread your ass cheeks wide for Hoseok who was also enjoying your panties. Hoseok started to slowly slid the beads inside of your asshole, taking them from the smallest to the largest. He let a few hang out of you when he sense you starting to squirm from the stretch. He let his lips kiss along your ass before he kissed up your bare trapping your between him and hope. 

“Do you want me?” Hoseok asked you letting his eyes roam over you and then to Jin. “Or should I say us?” He gave a light chuckle before he reached down to pull at you collar from behind choking you slightly. Jin watched for a bit, before he undid just his zipper and pulled his member out of his boxers. He moved your hips guiding you to take him in slowly. The opening of your panties ripping slightly as he pushed up inside of you. Hoseok let his hands roam over your skin. He was so taken with how beautiful you were. Your chocolate skin making him get harder by the second. Your beautiful brown eyes, curly hair that you straightened out at times. Jin was noticing you to, he pulled on the clip on thigh highs. He pulled on the straps snapping a few of them. He held your hips steady and still. He started to slam up into you, a quick hard pace much different from the one Jimin set for you. Hoseok watched you getting fucked laughing softly as he started to pull the beads slowly from you, sucking on your pulse point. They body had you moaning and gasping at the actions. Your hands tangling into the blonde locks and Jin encouraged it by fucking you harder. Hoseok made sure every single bead was out of you. Before he held Jin hands to stop him. Hoseok settled behind you, slicking up his dick with his hand moaning softly before he pushed inside of you. The rip you felt was painful but full of satisfaction. He nodded his head at Jin once he was sure that you were ok with both of them being inside of you. When one pushed in the other pulled out. That’s how it went, your pussy making squelching noises as both males devoured your skin in love bites and hickeys. Jin kept his pace had because he wanted to get off before you did. Of course all of them were after their own pleasures. He wanted to see your face as he denied you. Jin groaned out your name slamming up into you, his dick jumping, he knew he was close. So did Hoseok. Instead of letting you cum, they both pulled out and laid you on the floor. They completely stopped and it left you groaning in frustrations. Your orgasm had just been ripped from you. 

They sat down on the couch still naked and once you looked over to the side even Taehyung hadn’t came once. Jimin and Jungkook had their hands in their pants stroking their members slowly. Namjoon and Yoongi approached you next. Yoongi gripped the back of your head fisting your hair harshly pressing his lips against yours. He slipped his hand down in your panties smacking your pussy hard. He made you release juices on his hand, when you were squirming and grabbing at his arm he rested his palm on your pussy not moving it until he knew your orgasm was dying out. He built you up once again with the heel of his hand grinding against your clit, once your orgasm was coming he pulled back slipping his hands out, his tongue dominating yours as his free hand gripped at your chin keeping you from moving to far from him. Namjoon watching the whole thing shook his head smirking. He ripped at your panties finally discarding the items. He heard groans from around the room and he looked at the others rolling his eyes.

“As if you’ll get another chance.” He growled and though they knew he was right it didn’t stop them from pouting more. Namjoon laid the discared panties to the side before he reached for a little pink bullet. He pressed the remote beside him before he hit Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi broke the kiss watching as you panted against the floor a satisfied smirk on his lips. He looked at what Namjoon wanted lifting an eyebrow before he obliged, his hand reaching back down to spread your pussy lips wide. Namjoon pressed the bullet against your clit before he placed tap over it, making sure it went no where. Yoongi scooted down helping Namjoon push your legs together bending each one. He placed rope on each of your legs biding them. He flipped you over and Yoongi roped your hands behind your back slapping your ass three times watching the brown flesh turn red. He picked you up placing you in his lap. He Looked at your spread legs watching Namjoon. He pressed the button to turned the lowest setting on watching you squirm in Yoongi’s lap. You moaned and tried to shut your legs. 

“Don’t make me bind them spread apart to the spreader bars.” Namjoon warned and you opened your legs back wider. Yoongi fondled your breast rolling and twisting the nubs in his hands smirking as he kissed on your neck, before his lips trailed to your jaw. He was creating more hickeys were the others left your skin clear. Yoongi didn’t want that. He wanted everyone to know you were owned. And though Taehyung said it was a one time thing he would make sure it wasn’t. Namjoon took out a knife before he look at you slowly with cautious eyes. You knew he was sadistic and kinky but this surpassed everything. You didn’t fight him though because you had a chance to back out and you didn’t, of course you knew if Taehyung thought you couldn’t handle it he would stop you. But you wanted to be a help to all of the boys especially since they never got to play with you. 

Yoongi lifted you up a bit so he could undress himself from the waist down. And he slid you down on his girth. Making you take him inside your tight pussy. He rested deep inside of you not moving just wanting to feel your insides. Namjoon moved closer to you pressing his lips against yours softly.  

“Stop me. If I overdo it.” He said slowly. You were his friend first, fucking object secondly. He started by bringing the knife up to softly press against your left breast. He moved the blade up a bit before he softly slid it across your skin cutting a soft line of skin. He licked his lips at the sight of the blood leaning closer to lick it off of you. It stung, damn it stung. And though Yoongi would never do it he commended you for even allowing Namjoon to. Yoongi let his hands softly caress your skin, as Namjoon went on a spree with his blood play kink. Your stomach, your arms, your legs and inside thighs all had marks from the knife that Namjoon cleaned. While it had been going on Yoongi was slowly thrusting into you. He saw the tears that broke free from your face, and he didn’t want you in complete pain. He wished you would’ve stopped the man, but knowing what kind of girl you are he didn’t expect less. He loved how good your skin looked on his. The contrast between pale, and brown making him feel giddy inside and he wondered if Taehyung felt like this waking up to you everyday. 

Once Namjoon was done with his blade he pulled back to clean it off. He felt his pants tightening from how you whimpered, he usually didn’t let his dark side out but if it was a one time thing he had to do something, that was his favorite besides the regular pick you up and drop you down on my shaft type of thing. Namjoon watched Yoongi slowly rock into you, your bound hands pressing against his lower back. Yoongi rolled his head back feeling all the pleasure course through him, his blood running south as he kept the same slow pace. Namjoon had turned up the volume on the bullet to the highest setting but yet every time you were about to cum, Yoongi would pause his hips, Namjoon would kill the vibrations. Finally after the fourth time of denying you, your orgasm (making it seven times in all that night) Yoongi pulled you off of him. He undid your hands but kept your legs bound. He laid you on the ground on your back. 

You looked around nervously, your pussy was leaking, clit was throbbing, you were so sensitive it hurt. Angry tears were running down your cheeks, drying and reappearing. Soon, your love was walking towards you. Taehyung gave a soft smile as he got on his knees crawling over you. “Almost done. You were a good girl. Do you want to cum? Want us to make you feel good?” He asked you kissing your lips giving pecks. 

“Yes.” Was all you could mutter out weakly. Taehyung nodded rubbing his dick up and down your wet slit, his dick tapping at your entrance before he pushed inside of you slowly. A moan fell from both of your lips and Taehyung started to give you slow but hard thrusts. His member pushing as deep as it could go. He took the bullet and tape from your clit. He watched as his friends came to gather around you. He fucked you harder. Namjoon shoved your mouth on his dick, face fucking you. One of your hands went on Jin’s dick as Yoongi grabbed the other putting it on his dick. Every hole, was being fucked on you. Soon Hoseok was straddling your stomach titty fucking your breast as Jungkook and Jimin stroked themselves getting a good view of what was going on. 

Your body felt on fire, it was extremely hot to you. Sweat dripped from your forehead, down to your chest, it was leaking from your body down to your other body parts and to the floor. Your pussy clenched greedily around Taehyung’s member. And he grunted out “almost” panting himself. Hoseok got off of you as Taehyung stole your lips from Namjoon kissing you harshly. Your hands kept the pace the men had set. Taehyung let his hand come up to choke on your neck as he continued to fuck into you. He pulled back from the kiss continuing to choke you. 

“SHIT!” Was the only scream you muttered out as you finally reached your orgasm, happy tears leaking as you gave all of your cum to Taehyung who just kept pushing his hips against yours. Soon after you, Jin and Yoongi were cumming on your body, and Next Namjoon, finally Jimin and Jungkook as Hoseok spilled his cum on your face. Taehyung watching everyone at once spill their cum on your breast and face, let his hips stutter before he spilled his seed inside of you, he pulled out letting the rest get on the top of your pussy. He leaned back on his hind legs breathing deeply as everyone else tried to find their calming point. 

Your body convulsed against the floor as Yoongi thought it would be a good idea to rub your clit until you were having another orgasm. Jin joined in on the fun plunging two fingers back inside of you, Namjoon pressing the bullet back against your clit. This time you squirted sobbing from the stimulation your pussy was receiving. It was as if they were trying to make up for all the orgasms they denied you. But when you started to sob louder from the pain of cumming the boys got the order from Taehyung to stop and they did. 

You laid there shivering and panting. You were tired, your body ached and burned from the cuts and bruises, from being pounded into from being taken. Your bound legs was unloosed and Taehyung shooed the other members out of the house. You felt the drying of the cum on your skin and hair. Taehyung laughed watching the disgusted look set on your face. He shook his head picking you up once the front room was cleaned out carrying you to his room denying you of kisses because his hyungs were still on you’. And it made you pout but you nodded. 

You liked Taehyung when he was like this the most. He started a bath start for you both. He threw in your favorite lush bath bomb letting it bubble up before he grabbed you holding you as he sat in the water with you. It was warm to you and stinging but Due to Taehyung’s kisses and deep voice you were fine. He made sure you were taken care of. He was washing your body as well as your hair once he was finished with that part. He murmured soft words in your ear. How good you did. You much he loved you. You couldn’t do anything but flush against his words smiling from the compliments. 

Once the soothing bad was over including Taehyung playing with bubbles and making corny future dad jokes. He dried you off before carrying you to the bed naked. He laid you down rubbing some soothing peroxide over your cuts and then lotion to make sure your skin felt comfortable as well as healing cream a soft smile on his lips when you scolded him from worrying so much. He had climbed under the covers with you, both of you only wearing one thing. You, his big shirt. Him his pair of boxers. He let you lay on his chest as he played in your wet hair caressing, your back and your cheeks. Giving you soft gentle kisses letting you fall asleep on his chest.


Honestly. I promised you guys this but- I don’t know. I just hope it gets at least one note. I will be happy. But thanks for the followers, I hope that I keep growing. <3  

If a white man wants to be an ally, ask him what does he think of John Brown. You know what John Brown did? He went to war. He was a white man who went to war against white people to help free slaves. He wasn’t nonviolent. White people call John Brown a nut. Go read history, go read what all of them say about John Brown. They’re trying to make it look like he was a nut, a fanatic. They made a movie on it - I saw a move on the screen one night. Why, I would be afraid to get near John Brown if I go by what other white folks say about him.

But they depict him in this image because he was willing to shed blood to free the slaves. And any white man who is ready and willing to shed blood for your freedom - in the sight of other whites, he’s nuts. As long as he wants to come up with some nonviolent action, they go for that. If he’s liberal, nonviolent liberal, love-everybody liberal. But when it comes time for making the same contribution for your and my freedom that was necessary for them to make for their own freedom they back out of the situation.

—  Malcolm X, On Afro-American History
Hate You (My Wonder-Wall II)

Originally posted by mendesgif

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Part 2!!!

Note: I’m so happy I wrote this before my friend basically stabbed my hand with scissors bc It hurts a bit :( anyway I hope ya’ll enjoy!!

You opened your front door ready for your morning jog when you saw a letter on the floor with your name on it, you picked it up and opened it to find two tickets to… Your ex’s concert.

‘Hope you can come, I miss you, we really need to talk. See you there? Xx -Shawn’

You put the letter and tickets in the trash and left for your jog, why did he want to see you? Why now? You put your headphones on just to clear your head and shuffled the playlist, when ‘Life Of The Party’ came on you skipped the song and continued your jog, why now? The thought echoed in your head.

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Next Time (Solangelo)

This is a smut fic filling the request of @bailci hope you like it!

Between 2,000 and 4,000 words. Rated M

Dark. Dark dark inky dark all around. Shadows hug my aching sides. The blackness tenderly touches my bleeding skin. God, even my eyes hurt, which makes no sense.

Well, I mean I guess it kind of does, when you consider that I’m traveling through basically a wormhole of darkness and trying not to pass out from exhaustion. I focus hard, squeezing my aching eyes closed.

‘You’re almost back, Nico.’ I think hard, trying to keep myself conscious. ‘Don’t you fucking quit now when you’re so close’ I scream in my head.

Now, I bet you’re wondering what in Hades happened to me. Well, let’s just say one teenager against a horde of monsters is not an easy fight, no matter how many undead soldiers you can conjure up.

My head is pounding, and my heart is beating so fast that I can feel it vibrating in my chest. I’m almost there…

With one final burst of energy, I pop (there really is no better word to describe my entrance) out of the deep shadow of the big house. I remain standing for a holy half second, before crumpling to the ground in a bloody heap.

My breathing is labored and shallow, and the agonizingly deep and long cuts in my skin throb angrily. If I’m completely honest, I’m not sure how I’m even still alive, let alone conscious.

I drop my head to the ground and close my eyes, trying to block out as much of the pain as I can. Gods, I don’t even have the energy to call for help!

I can hear the other campers walking around; the laughter of friend groups, the clash of swords in a tight spar, and the unmistakeable splash of Percy entertaining the younger campers with his water powers. But they’re too far.

And I’m bleeding out.

I almost summon an ironic laugh. After all I’ve been through in my 16 (normal) years of life, is this seriously how I’m going out? A solo battle and being too far away to call for help? I let out a breath, and I utter a small sound. Pretty much a pained moan. It’s all I can do.

“Did anyone else hear that?” A voice says. My eyes snap open. Someone is close by.

“I think so…” Another voice exclaims. Both are female and sound young… maybe twelve or thirteen.

I can hear their footsteps crunching softly on the gravel, being cautious, as every demigod should be.

I’m focusing on them. I’m focusing so hard on their nearing footsteps that I almost miss the taste of metal filling my mouth. But then, it starts building.

My mouth is filling with blood, and I’m panicking. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. I try to bring my hands up to claw at my throat, and find myself unable to move them.

‘Oh Gods. Oh Gods-’ I think frantically as the red liquid spills over my lips and dribbles down my chin. ‘is this it?’ The thought has barely crossed my mind when a shrill scream permeates my ears.

I’m nearly choking on my own blood by the time I hear one of the girls yell-

“Get Chiron, now.” She says, before I slip into a complete daze, almost like my death trance. It’s cloudy and misted in my mind when I feel the vibrations in the ground of Chiron’s hooves galloping over to the back of the big house where I lay. My vision swims from hazy to clear as he lifts me gently into his arms.

“Get Will. Now. Hurry!” I hear him say, but it sounds far away, as if he’s speaking to me through a phone…

I can taste the savory flavor of ambrosia when we enter the infirmary. The familiar taste of a pomegranate tart is dulled by my senses.

After about ten minutes and a dangerous amount of ambrosia, my vision clears finally, and my mouth has stopped spilling blood. My wounds are still shedding crimson onto the sterile white sheets without holding back. I can’t move, but out of what is in my field of vision, I can make out the bustle of healers around me.

I look desperately for Will, but he’s nowhere in sight.

An IV is put into my arm once I reach my ambrosia and nectar limit to keep me alive, but I don’t know how much it’s going to help. I feel pretty beyond saving at this point.

“Where is he?” I hear a shout come from outside of the room, probably in the hallway. Everyone in the room stops moving, until the door is thrown open.

In the open doorway stands Will, his blonde hair messy, and his blue eyes sparkling with determination and fear. He looks around for just a moment, before his eyes lock on me and widen. “Nico-” he whispers, sprinting to my bedside and taking my hand. Just his presence is enough to help me through the pain. He looks at me with eyes full of seriousness and worry. “what the fuck did you do to yourself” he asks me, dead serious. I’m a surprised by his use of language; Will doesn’t curse much.

“A-a m-m-missio-n” I croak out in a jumble of stuttered syllables. His eyes harden.

“And you went without telling anyone…” He looks at me hard in my brown eyes, and I melt, right then and there, into his heartbreaking smolder. “not even me…” He grips my hand tighter, and I wince from not his grip, but from collective pain.

He sits straight up when I do so, startling me. He stands up, and over me.

“Guys, clear out for a few hours. Let me take care of him.” Will says to the other medics in the room. They all nod and head out, trusting Will completely with me, knowing that with him in charge, I will do more than just pull through.

As soon as the other people leave the room, and the door is shut, Will walks straight over to it. For a terrifying second, I think he’s going to leave me, before I notice that he’s just locked the door and is walking back to me.

Strange, but I’m in absolutely no place to question him seeing as I’m literally dying.

“W-why did you lock the d-door?” I ask him, some strength returning to my voice from the efforts of the ambrosia and nectar. He just walks over to me, and pushes my black hair out of my eyes.

“Because I don’t want anyone walking in-” he says, staring at me with a look so powerful it makes me almost have to look away. He takes some more steps towards me, and hovers over my bedside, a gentle, caring smile on his beautiful face. “Healing is personal. Especially with someone you love.” He says it casually, but my eyes widen at the words. He… loves me?

Before I have time to contemplate though, a sharp stab of pain rips through my body, and I reflexively arch my back, gritting my teeth and letting out a strangled gasp.

“F-fuck!” I stutter, and Will gets right to work.

I can see why he locked the door when he starts peeling off my bloodstained and slashed shirt, showing him the bone-deep gashes all over my chest, stomach, arms, and even… below my navel.

My face heats up for no reason when his eyes travel over my pale, exposed bloody skin.

‘He’s just doing his job-’ I find myself thinking.

“Okay. I’m going to put my hands on you, and heal you. You may have some scars or minor scabbing over left from the deepest wounds-” he cuts off taking a deep breath and looking at me, yet again, straight in the eye. “but I’ll do my best.” I nod to show that I understand, but my voice isn’t working.

He places his warm, steady hands on my chest and stomach; one over my heart, and the other over my belly-button. He presses down lightly, though I feel no pain from his touch. Suddenly, a soft golden light starts to emit from his hands, warming my whole body and numbing all pain.

I find myself having to hold back moans because of how amazing it feels to be healed by Will; I can feel my strength returning, and my skin regrowing. My wounds are scabbing, and some are even completely disappearing.

Way too soon, Will has taken his hands off my torso, panting and sweaty from the effort it took to heal me. He wipes his brow on the back of his hand, and looks upon me with a smile; I blush when his eyes seem to darken as they rake up and down my body.

“How ‘ya feeling?” He asks in his adorable Will-voice. I move my arms, testing them out, and cracking the joints.

“Good as new.” I say, looking up at him with a smile as I sit up in the red-stained sheets. He sighs in relief, before biting his lip.

“Uhh. I-I have to ask…” He looks down, suddenly nervous. Scratching the back of his neck, he continues the thought. “Aren’t those pants uncomfortable? All… you know… covered in blood?” He asks me sheepishly. A blush creeps its way onto my face.

“Uhh… yeah.” I say. He looks to me with a nervous smile.

“How would you like a different pair?” He asks cheekily, and despite my blush I giggle. Even after me nearly dying, this guy can bring out laughter from the deep depths of who-knows-where-my-sense-of-humor-is. Anyway, I shrug.

“Yeah, actually…” I say quietly, feeling self conscious about Will seeing… well, me. He smiles and reaches into a drawer, producing a pair of black sweats.

“They should fit-” he says, throwing the pants to me.

“Thanks.” I say, before absent-mindedly stripping off my bloody pants and leaving me just my ripped boxers. I look up to see Will staring at me, a bright blush covering his cheeks. He looks up when he notices that I caught him staring, and his blush darkens even more.

“S-sorry…” He stutters. I look him over. He’s still looking at me as if he’s under a trance, and it’s honestly pretty strange. Until I notice something.

His pants are… uh… tightening. A noticeable bulge has started to grow in his jeans, and I can’t believe it. Will Solace is getting turned on my me changing my pants. I throw the sweatpants away, the need to get dressed forgotten. I nervously twist the skull ring on my finger at I look at him.

And now I’m getting turned on my him biting his lip.

And him trying to discreetly crack his knuckles.

And his crazily messed up hair that I just want to run my finger through as he fucks me-

And now I’m walking towards him. And now we’re kissing. Gods, this is not just a kiss. It has to be some magic gift or something from Aphrodite.

His lips are so soft and warm, it’s like pressing my mouth to a cloud of steam. My tongue pushes tentatively into his mouth, not quite sure what to do, but apparently doing it right because Will sighs and pushes his hand into my black wavy hair. He pulls back just for a second, his eyes clouded with a list that makes my already impressive boner that much harder. His swollen lips may also be a contributing factor.

“You’re supposed to be healing-” he says as I start kissing his neck. I follow my instincts on what to do; biting softly and then harder at some places; eliciting animalistic moans from him that make me want to come right then and there. “Nico, you just almost died…” He protests weakly between moans.

“But I’m fine now, thanks to you.” I reply between kisses, my hands under his shirt and sliding it over his head.

His own are running over my already bare chest; they trace the indentations of my pecs and my light abs, (the beginnings of what I hope will turn into a fabulous six-pack.) down to my prominent 'V’ line.

I keep kissing his neck and collar bone, at one point biting and sucking so hard I’m sure it will leave a sizable hickey; not that I care. It just shows everyone that this man is mine.

“Fuck, Solace…” I breathe the words as he palms my erection through my boxers, the thin fabric not leaving much to the imagination.

“Okay, just wait a sec.” He says back sassily as I begin to undo his belt, eventually slipping it out of its’ loops and pulling off his jeans. My cock twitches when I see him almost completely bare.

Gods, he is perfect.

“Nico Di fucking Angelo.” He breathes. “How did I end up here?” He laughs, and I smile, his tented underwear calling me to pull it off and take what’s inside.

“Dunno, but I’m glad it happened.” I say, throwing all control out the window and pushing him up against the wall, pressing our hips together and a sharp moan escaping my lips. I recapture his swollen lips and use one hand to pin Will’s hands over his head on the wall, and use the other to pull off his underwear.

I look down for just a moment to admire the fucking gorgeous cock of Will Solace. It has to be at least eight inches…

eight inches of Apollo-bore heaven.

“You’re so beautiful” I say to him as I start touching him, electing little gasps and grunts from him with each flick of my wrist. I run my thumb slowly over the slit, catching beads of precum on it as it glides over. He breathes heavily and smirks, looking me in the eyes.

“You have no- ah! Fuck!-” he moans in the middle of his sentence, to my satisfaction, when I give him a hard pump. “i-idea how much I want to bend you over a table and fuck you until you can’t walk for days-” he says breathily, pushing my hand off his cock and flipping us so that my back is now against the wall, and I can feel his hot, aroused breath on my face.

Just the words coming out of his mouth make me want to moan, so when he licks and kisses all the way down to the tip of my dick, you can guess how I felt. He looks up at me for a moment, silently asking permission. I nod, and he puts my head in his mouth.

Just the feeling of it makes me moan his name.

“W-Will!” I pant, my hands buried in his hair as he bobs his head, and I thrust along with him. He takes all eight and a half inches at some points, and I have to resist thrusting my whole length down his throat. “fuck…” I moan again as he swirls his tongue around the shaft, before leaving me right on the edge when he lets me go with a string of spit connecting my cock with his lips.

“I want to finish with you.” He says, and I nod, hard as it is… then, I smile.

“Sorry, what do you want me to do?” I ask him, feigning ignorance. He raises an eyebrow.

“I think you know.” He says, running his hands down my body, causing me to shiver.

I shake my head.

“No, I think you need to tell me.” I say to him, and he smiles, catching on. He shoots me a dirty look that has precum leaking out of me, and a moan leaving my lips.

“I want to come together. I want to see you moan my name when you come because of me. I want to feel your body under me as you jack me off. I want to fuck you, but not yet. Next time, when we aren’t in a hospital-” he winks. “You are fucking mine.” He says, before taking my hand, trailing it down to his cock, before taking mine in his own hand.

Soon, both Will and I are balanced on the edge. I’m panting from the buildup, and then-

“Fuck… FUCK! WILL! Gods-” I say as I come all over Will’s fist, him doing the same soon after.

We collapse on the bed, both panting and in a euphoric post-orgasm bliss.

“So… next time we won’t be in a hospital, right?” Will asks me, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Nope.” I say. Oh man… I can’t wait for next time…

4 Months- Cameron Dallas (SMUT)

a:n// been in the Dallas feels lately. enjoy;)

Cameron and I have been going out for around 4 months now, and we still haven’t have sex. I know to a lot of people that may seem normal or they should wait even more time, but Cameron is different.

Every since I met Cameron, he’s a very handsy and horny person. He always touches my ass of my boobs when he gets the chance, and he always says dirty stuff in my ear.

Now before you’re wondering, it doesn’t have to do with me being a virgin. I’m not a virgin. In the beginning, I obviously wasn’t going to do it when I just met him. But every time he wanted to do something, I’d stop right before we got there, and it drove him insane. Now it’s a game I like to play.

Originally I was just gonna wait until he wanted to have sex, but now it’s driving me crazy. So, tonight is the night we’re gonna have sex. Finally.

I had shaved everything (everything.) and just got out of the shower. I put on a matching set of Calvin Klein and put on sweatpants and a t-shirt. Cam was laying in our bed on his phone, with just a pair of sweatpants on. I admired how sexy he looked before getting in bed next to him.

“Hi babe” I said, laying right next to him.
He grunted in response. Clearly he wasn’t paying attention, instead he was focused on thinking of ideas to do for his YouTube videos.

“Babe"I said, stretching out the a. Still no answer. I thought about what I would do until I got it.

I put one leg over his hip, and started kissing his neck. He automatically stiffened up, and went to say something but decided to keep shut. I went all around his neck, up to his jaw and back down. I took my hand and trailed up and down his abs, then down to his dick. It was hard, but not completely. I started palming his through his sweatpants, and was able to hear soft whimpers coming out of his mouth.

"Come on baby. Take a break"I cooed, against his neck. I heard his breathing get heavier and heavier.
I kissed his neck again and stopped, lowly saying in his ear,
"Come on, daddy”. As soon as those words came out of my mouth and flipped us over so he was on top.

“I’ve waited 4 fucking months for this,” he growled as he took my sweatshirt and sweatpants off.

He stared at my body, admiring it. His eyes went from light brown to black.


He attacked my lips, then going down to my neck. He went down to my collarbone and stopped. He almost ripped my sports bra off, and ripped my panties off.

“Cameron!"I exclaimed.

"Oops"he smirked, and went back down. He took one breast in his mouth, and played with the other with his hand. He switched breasts, doing the same on both sides. I bit my lip to hide the moans. He left wet kisses down my stomach and stopped before my heat.

He spread my legs open, and licked one of his fingers.

"Since you made me wait 4 months to fuck you, how about we make you cum 4 times"he said. My eyes almost shot out of my head.

"Cam I-I can’t-”

“Of course you can. Because it wasn’t a choice"he smirked. He started kissing my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to my heat. He swiped one finger down the center, and then put one finger in. He pumped the finger in and out, before adding 2. His fingers curled up, making me arch my back and moan. He kept pumping in and out, and the feeling in my stomach started to form.

"I’m so close"I moaned, and started to rub my clit. In a matter of 3 seconds, my legs started shaking and I came, my juices spilling over his fingers. He licked his fingers, smirking.

"You taste good. But"he said, getting up and going to the closet. He pulled out a rope.


“You don’t get to touch yourself. Only me"he said. He took my hands and tied them to the headboard. This was going to be a long night.

He opened my legs back up and started to lick down the center. The feeling made me inhale sharply.

He hummed on my heat, the vibrations making me throw my head back. He started licking all over, swirling his tongue. I moaned, pushing my hips on for more friction. He pushed them back down, looking up and me, and I was able to see him smirk. He started sucking, taking his finger and rubbing my clit.

The feeling was so much, and I almost couldn’t take it.
"Fuck Cam"I moaned, trying to somehow break these stupid ropes. He rubbed my clit even harder, and the knot formed in my stomach again. My toes curled and my juices spilled all over his mouth. He licked me up and kept going. I was so over sensitive now, I thought I was going to pass out.

"Cam please, I can’t take it"I moaned, arching my back. He pulled back, smirking.

"Too bad. You have to cum 2 more times"he said, removing his sweatpants.

I lay there, unable to see what he was doing because the ropes held me back from sitting up. I tried regaining my breath, inhaling and exhaling. Cam undid the knots, and I rolled my wrists around, trying to stretch it out again.

"Get on your stomach"he said. I obeyed, going on my stomach. He put my ass up in the air, and took my hands behind my back and tied them, like I was being arrested.

"I’ve waited to long to pound into you” I heard him say as he walked behind me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow"he said. I gulped, but I was so ready for it.

I didn’t know what was happening, but soon I felt him poke his dick in my folds. I shivered, wanting more.

Out of nowhere, he pounded into me, making me jerk forward and cry out.

"Fuck!"I yelled, as he pounded harder and harder into me. He went all the way in and all the way out, and I was going to pass out. I moaned out again, only able to hear grunts coming from him.

He pulled my hair back, continuing to pound into me.
"Who made you feel this good"he growled. I tried to have words come out of my mouth, but to was taken away by the amount of pleasure I had. Soon he spanked one of my ass cheeks, wrapping his big hand around my neck. He choked me, not so much so I could breathe, but enough to surprise me.

"Who made you feel this good?"he asked again.

"Y-you did"I said.

"What’s my name?"he asked, pounding harder into me. He kept hitting my spot, and my toes curled.

"Daddy!"I yelled, my orgasm coming.

He continued thrusting in and out, and I was able to feel his dick twitch inside of me. He moaned, and pounded even harder. I squealed as I came, and he came right after me. He thrusted in and out a few more times before pulling out.

He untied the ropes, and I thought I was going to collapse.

"Come on baby. One more time."he said, and I lay there. He sat down against the head board, and I knew he wanted me to ride him. I went over, my legs wobbly, and lined myself up with him. I sat down and started moving my hips back and forth. His hands gripped my waist hard, making bruises start to form. His hips went up, going all the way into me. I kept riding him, going up and down and back and forth. His head went back and he closed his eyes, and I couldn’t help but admire how sexy he was. I kept going, and he bucked his hips up, hitting my g-spot. I moaned, my head going back. He bucked his hips up again, this time rubbing my clit with it.

I felt the knot in my stomach, and my toes curl, and I came. I rode him one more time before getting off him, laying down.

He turned to look at me, and stared at me.

"What?"I asked, looking at him.

"You’re so beautiful"he said, and I smiled.

"I love you"I said. It was the first time I said that to him and he smiled.

"I love you more"he said, pulling me closer to him.

"Oh and when I go on tour, be prepared"he smirked. I rolled my eyes and kissed him, closing my eyes, before we both drifted to sleep.

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Sweet Dreams (Jesse McCree)

Originally posted by purpledrxgon

Pairing: Jesse McCree/Reader
Words: 1360
Warning(s): None except the overuse of darlin (im sorry)
A/N: Shiiit sorry this took a bit, I’ve been swamped with school stuff these past few weeks + I addictivly play overwatch rip my soul.
AU: Meeting your soulmate in dreams.
Request:  If you’re a slut for AUs, how about the one where you dream about meeting your soulmate for McCree? Please and thank you!!!

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Imagine Ivar being the one who wants to take over your kingdom (part 4)

Part Ihttp://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/157144945223/imagine-ivar-being-the-one-who-wants-to-take-over
Part IIhttp://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/157202649578/imagine-ivar-being-the-one-who-wants-to-take-over
Part IIIhttp://lordavanti.tumblr.com/post/157369890748/imagine-ivar-being-the-one-who-wants-to-take-over

Summary: Now you are back home you can’t find a true path to walk on, besides that you don’t have any control about your emotions or feelings. Until that one day that the army of your father prepares for battle and your left to pray for your God. But then their is Ivar with an offer that your father just can’t resist, leaving you in anger because you have no idea what feels good; hate your father or love Ivar.
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You stood before the window, looking outside to the grey sky, the rain that fell down from it. The weather was just as terrible as you felt. For two days it had rain now and in those two days nothing more happened than you staying in your room and watching outside while the whole kingdom was preparing for a battle. You looked down to your hand, softly took of the bandage that covered up the wound. The herbs that he gave you had healed you hand quite well, but it still hurted. A pain you felt not only in your hand but through your whole body, especially your heart. Why could you feel this way after what happened? You didn’t even know what that feeling meant. But every time you looked through the window outside you hoped to see nothing more than a green landscape. You hoped you never had to see your fathers army march outside, you hoped you never had to see him again.

When you couldn’t sleep you went to the church. A lot of people came her lately because of the tension there was in the kingdom. Everybody had heared what happened in Wessex when the great heathen army came. And now they were willing to take over your kingdom. You knew they were only a part of the army, you knew it was only him … outnumbered. “Father.” You whispered when you entered the church. The candles trew small shadows over the altar. The silence maked you shiver a little. Your steps were full of doubt, fear when you looked a the statue of the lord Christus. You saw your own flickering reflexion in one of the candle holders. Your face was covered with some scratches, not as bad as you thought it would be. Your throat was a different story, you didn’t showed anybody the dark red and bleu markings on your throat. You folded your hands together and sat on your knees, closing your eyes while you tried to empty your head. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” And it was the first time you spoke your doubts out loud, to the god you believed in. You looked up to the statue again. “I’m lost and seeking for my true pad again. I’m not sure what I have to do my lord.” You confessed. You heared a noice and jerked your head around to see who was coming, a priest.
“My lady, you shouldn’t be out of bed this late.” He said. You unfolded your hands and looked for a little while in the dark. “You seem troubled.” The priest went further. He sat down on one of the brown seats in front of the church, hardly three meters away from you.
“I am.” You spoke freely to him.
“Tell me my child.”
“I met a man, he is,” you swallowed when you saw his face again before your eyes. “He is different, he doesn’t believe in the god like I do. He seems troubled, always angry with himself.”
“Is he a sinner?” The priest asked. You looked down to you hand and nodded slowly. Yes, he was a sinner, you knew that the moment you met him. “Is he lost on his path?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I think he is but other times he is so confident and clearheaded.” You thought of how he taked care of you, of your hand, how he looked at you. You felt the warmth through your body when you remembered the lightly touch of his fingertips.
“And you think you have to help this man? What is it that you feel my child?” The priest asked calm. You let your breath slip over your lips after those two questions. What was it that you felt?
“I think that love can help him. He is not from here, I don’t know his believes, and don’t know anything about him and yet it feels like,” you shutted your eyes and looked to the ground. “I don’t know what I feel. But I know that we’ll see each other again and that I have to choose between the lord his way or the feelings in my heart.” You looked over your shoulder to the priest who stood up and walked over to you. He laid his hand on your head and looked down at you.
“It isn’t a sin to love a man who doesn’t believe in the same things. If it is truly in your heart you want to help or love that man, than it maybe is Gods will.” He stroke your head gently and a single tear left your eye.
“He hurts people, he hurted me.”
“Everone is a sinner once in his life my child. Maybe god choose you to make him less a sinner.” And with that words he walked away and leaved you with more doubt dan you came in.

The clocks pulled you out of your sleep. You stumbled out of bed to the window that gave you a clear look on the courtyard. It weren’t just soldiers, it was your fathers whole cavalry. The red flags, the dark horses, the shining armors. They were going to battle. You grabbed your dressing gown and ran out of your room, took the stairs down and ran over the courtyard looking for your father. Despite that your brother was a year younger, he leaded this army on his white horse. “Brother!” You yelled. He looked over his shoulder and turned his horse towards you. You grabbed the reins to keep the animal still.
“Our scouts said they were preparing for battle.” He smiled while looking over his army, a bigger army than that from Ivar.
“Can’t you strike a deal?” You asked scared. The thought of loosing you brother scared you, but the fact that Ivar was outnumbered maked your stomach turn on the inside.
“We don’t deal with those pagans y/n, you better pray for our safe return.”
“I will brother.” You nodded. He gave you a loving smile before he turned his horse to the men again. You father road by and you stopped his horse before he could ignore you like usual.
“Don’t be scared daughter, we tremble with triumph after we slayed each one of them.” It was tuff talking from him, you knew he wasn’t that confident.
“You know that the others will come seek for revenge right?” You asked. His horse was nervous, pacing on its place, eager to get moving.
“Let them come, I already send word to the other kingdoms.” He grinned in a way you couldn’t watch to him anymore. You walked to the gate, looked how your brother and father rode side by side through the gate followed by a whole cavalry army, at least a fifty riders and dubble that on soldiers. You swallowed when they all marched out, this day would be a distarter. You could lose your father, your beloved brother and maybe … you tried not to think much of him but when you looked down to your hand you could only see those bleu eyes, that confident smile, that slihtly caring look he only had showed to you. Ivar could die to and you had now idea if it was something to see good or bad. He had twisted you in so many ways you weren’t sure what to think of him anymore.

From your chamber you had a clear vieuw over where they were heading. You spotted your father and brother in front of the army, on their white horses. You felt the tension in your body like you where over there with them yourself. But how further they got, how less you saw and at some point they vanished from your eyes and left you behind with that fear you would never see them again. Should you go after them? You weren’t always an obay daughter, you could if you wanted. But the doubt … you didn’t want to see one of them die before your eyes. And they would be distracted by you, and maybe that would get them killed. So you stayed in your room and waited, prayed for them.

Their wasn’t any salvation soon. Every time you heared something you ran to the window only to be dissapointed by something as small as playing kids or a farmer moving his chariot. So you didn’t payed attention anymore, not until somebody knocked on your door. “Yes?” You asked, not been able to move from the place you sat on the bed. Would this be it, the news that your father and brother were dead, that those Vikings would overcome this kingdom? The door flew open and a soldier stood in the doorway. He came from the battlefield, his boots were covered in mud but there was no blood on his armor.
“My lady, you’re been asked on the battlefield.” He pronounced. It weren’t exactly the words you wanted to here so you stared for a moment, let it all sink in.
“I don’t know my Lady, you father asked me to bring you there.” He answered polite. You nodded and he leaved. Why would you have to go there? You would see Ivar again … What should you say? You putted some appropriate ridingclothes on and walked to the courtyard were the soldier stood waiting besided his horse. You rose on your grey mare and followed the soldier in a fast gallop. The whole way to that battlefield you asked yourself what the meaning of this was. As youapproached you saw that the army of your father still was unharmed. They all stood neatly in line awaiting orders.
“Over there my lady.” The soldier pointed towards you father and brother … a handfull of his soldiers and the chariot of Ivar. You swallowed and pressed your heels in the mare, pushing her towards your father and brother. The company there was swifted shifted his attention towards you when you were closeby enough to be noticed. The first eyes you really met were those blue ones of Ivar. He didn’t flinch with the eyecontact you two made, he just looked at you, calm, confident and maybe, for hardly two seconds releaved. You never thought you would miss the face of the man who hurted you in so many ways. The mare slipped away in the mud and came unsteady to a halt beside your brother. He was angry, your father as usual practical. You looked back at Ivar who grinned by the side of this little guessing game you had to play.
“What is going on?” You finally asked.
“Your father is willing to make a deal.” Ivar began. You felt a shivering through your body when you heared the sarcasm in his voice. This was the kind of Ivar who pulled you through the forest, the kind of Ivar that was easily to get angree.
“Father?” You turned your head to your father but is was your brother who spoke.
“This pagan is willing to let our home at peace in return for you.”
“And gold now we are on it.” Ivar smiled devious. Your eyes widened, looking at your father.
“And you accepted this?” You asked him angry. He couldn’t just do that, give you away so he wouldn’t have to fight.
“It would safe uss a lot of trouble.” He nodded.
“He almost killed her!” Your brother yelled. You started panicking, looking from your father to your brother and finally to Ivar.
“How could you ask this?” You asked him before shaking your head. Tears welled up in your eyes. “Why would you even consider to gave me away, father? I’m not a piece of fabric to sell.” You didn’t knew where you were more angry about, the fact your father let you so easily go or the fact that Ivar once again, putted you for such a dilemma.
“Like the lord Christus did, everyone has to make once in his life a sacrifice.” Your father spoke. Your fingers tensed around the reins, not knowing what to do with the whole situation.
“If your aren’t going to fight than I will fight for my sister.”
“You’re not the king yet son. If I say Y/n should go with this Boneless than the decision is maked.” Interrupted your father your brother. You looked at Ivar who clenshed his jaws together in anger.
“In my believe, childeren are a gift from the gods, you don’t give them away and you don’t sacrifice them against their will. I demanded Y/n her presents so she could decide. You should fight for her, because she is more worth than all the gold you have over there.” Pointed Ivar with his axe in the direction of the castle. It was a threat, you could tell from the look in his eyes. But you felt a certain warmth spreading throughout your body, he cared … deep inside he cared about you.
“Than your god doesn’t know what rulling means.” You father replied.
“Ivar no,” Your eyes on the axe he would haved used if you didn’t stopped him. He looked at you, still with that anger in his eyes that remind you of what he did to you. It maked it so hard to decide and yet so easy. “I’ll go with you.” You agreed.
“No!” Your brother protested. You turned to him and shook your head softly.
“If it means I can safe your life I will.” You whispered.
“You will die with them.”
“No, she won’t.” Ivar intterupted the both of you. Your brother gave him an angry glance.
“How can I know that? How can I know that you won’t hurt her like you did last time?” He spitted out.
“Because she wouldn’t come if she didn’t knew that she would be safe.” Ivar aswered while looking at you. After last time, after what he did he changed towards you, you knew then what you knew now, he wouldn’t hurt you again. Or at least he would try.
“I will be safe brother.”
“I promise by my gods.” Ivar nodded when your brother looked at him again. Your father was already turning his horse around and you walked your mare over to Ivar his chariot. It was heartbreaking, taking this kind of goodbye from your brother, the look in his eyes when he tried to convince you otherwise. But you knew it was for the best.No soldiers would die, you brother would live and you had the adventure you always wanted.
“I will come back.” You promised your brother. He gave you a last look before he drove his horse after his farther. This wasn’t goodbye.

You followed Ivar back to their camp … wat wasn’t really a camp anymore, everything was cleared out, ready to move foward from this place. “Were are we going?” You asked without looking up.
“To my brothers, to the settlement.” Ivar answered. You nodded and road after his chariot, in complete silence. You didn’t packed, you had nothing with you of value. After a hour they all stopped for some rest, you jumped out of the saddle and tied the mare around a tree. You just stood there, looking from where you came to where you would go. “Y/n.” You turned around, meeting those blue eyes again. In contrast to earlier he was a more caring now, vulnerable almost. “I don’t need this anymore.” He oppened his hand and revealed your necklage, the little cross. You walked over to his chariot, he was sitting on the egde again, and looked at it.
“Keep it, keep it as a reminder.”
“You are my reminder, if you stay by my side.” He said softly. You looked back at him and shook your head.
“It’s not like you are going to leave me.”
“I could have killed your father, than you could have been queen, you could rule. But I didn’t, because you said me not to.”
“Maybe I should have let you.” You whispered while looking at the grass that was trembled underneath the pagan army. Your father never had respected you, not since mother had died. So maybe Ivar should have done it, it wouldn’t be that hard at least.
“You don’t mean that.” He dissagreed. You looked back at him, to the slight tenderness there was in his eyes.
“Did you meant it? That you would keep me safe? That you won’t hurt me again?” You asked. His eyes went to your throat were you hardly could see the marks he had caused. His memories were somewhere else for a moment and you only could look at his handsome face. “I’m scared of you and on the same time you do something with me I never felt before.” Your honesty came out of nowhere and he was a little supriced by it. He laid his hand on your waist and pulled you closer. Because he was sitting on the egde of the chariot you both almost were on eye level with eachother.
“Take a leap of faith sometimes.” He said with a soft smile.
“It isn’t funny Ivar, I’m scared you will hurt me,”
“I never, I promise you Y/n, I will never hurt you again.” He didn’t let you finish your sentence, he just let his thumb run a tear away from your face. “I will prove you that. You don’t have to do something that you don’t want to do. And you don’t have to be with me if you don’t want it.”
“That’s just it Ivar.” You spoke almost in frustration of the emotion that jumped around in your body. “I want to be with you, I just don’t know if I have to follow my heart or my mind.”
“You already choose that. Your mind would let your brother fight against my men but your heart choose to keep him safe and to trust me.” And he was right. It was that simple and you saw that now. You had to take a leap of faith, a leap of faith into Ivar. You had to have a little bit of believe in him. In the past you were a confident young woman seeking for adventure, Ivar turned you to a scare little girl because of what he did. You only had to find your old self back. Your eyes locked in his and you nodded a little more confident.
“Leap of faith.” You confirmed. He pulle you closer, placing his lips against yours in the most softest kiss you could imagine. You opened your lips a little, leaning in on him, absorbing the feeling of his fingers slowing stroking through your hear. And just as tender he was with you as fast changed his mood when some of his men intterupted your moment together. His anger flamed up in eyes and you asked yourself if you would survive this avendture …

The end? Other part? Timejump? Don’t know it myself, help me please.