hes still in the cage

Did you know Paul sent a telegram to Margaret Thatcher in 1982? He did. It wasn’t friendly. He lost his temper over her treatment of health workers and fired off a long outraged message, comparing her to Ted Heath, the prime minister (tweaked in “Taxman”) felled by the 1974 coal strike. McCartney warned, “What the miners did to Ted Heath, the nurses will do to you.”

This controversy is a curiously obscure footnote to his life—it seldom gets mentioned in even the fattest biographies. He doesn’t discuss it in Many Years from Now. I only know about it because I read it as a Random Note in Rolling Stone, not exactly a hotbed of pro-Paul propaganda at the time. (The item began, “Reports that Paul McCartney is intellectually brain-dead appear to have been premature.”) But the telegram was a major U.K. scandal, with Tory politicians denouncing him. In October 1982, Thatcher was at the height of her power, in the wake of her Falkland Islands blitz. Many rock stars talked shit about Maggie—Elvis Costello, Morrissey, Paul Weller—but Paul was the one more famous than she was. He had something to lose by hitting send on this, and nothing to gain. What, you think he was trying for coolness points? This is Paul McCartney, remember? He was in the middle of making Give My Regards to Broad Street. He could have clawed Thatcher’s still-beating heart out of her rib cage, impaled it on his Hofner on live TV, and everybody would have said, “Yeah, but ‘Silly Love Songs’ though.”

Why did he feel so intensely about the nurses? He didn’t mention his mother in the telegram, but he must have been thinking of Mary McCartney’s life and death. So he snapped, even though it was off-message. (He was busy that week doing interviews for the twentieth anniversary of “Love Me Do”—the moment called for Cozy Lovable Paul, not Angry Paul.) He didn’t boast about it later, though fans today would be impressed that any English rock star of that generation—let alone Paul—had the gumption to send this. You can make a case that it was a braver, riskier, and more politically relevant move than John sending his MBE medal back to the Queen in 1970. Still, John’s gesture went down in history and Paul’s didn’t, though his fans would probably admire the move if they knew about it.

He couldn’t win. He was Paul. All he could do was piss people off.

—  Rob Sheffield, Dreaming the Beatles. (2017)
Darling age of 20, 
you are honey sweet
and dangerously tender.
You are not a kid anymore, 
you are bold enough to
wear high heels,
you are adventurous
enough to let God in
your heart.
And your past wakes up
at night and watches
you sleep and it forgives you.
You have good hands
and less friends.
You bathe in oils
and clean the house.
You are about to
get married
and you keep your phone
conversations long while
you keep
the towel wrapped around
your head.
Your poetry is not just poetry
but statements ,
marriage vows,
legacies.
Darling age of 20,
you haven’t always
been modest,
you haven’t always been
thoughtful with him.
You are still a cage of tigers.
And when he loves
you good,
really good,
you are a mermaid
with beautiful long legs. 
You have an alluring 
voice and it consumes him. 
It makes him want to marry you.
You are not a scandal anymore
in this town, 
and you’d have
given all your ages,
all your youth to feel like you feel now.
Darling age of 20,
you are still exquisite 17,
and romantic 18,
and curious 19
but you are his 20 now.
You are a decade older.
You are a revolutionary era.
You are the queen
coming to
the throne. 
And if they
don’t adore you anymore,
you will close your empire on them. 
Dear darling of 20, 
you’ve never been more 
in love than you are now.
—  Dear Darling Age Of 20 by Royla Asghar 

i think one of the reasons that i like cal so much is that he has ambitions and goals and dreams outside of mare

Title: Composed
Warnings: Filthy porn, Negan’s potty mouth 
Characters: Negan/Reader, reader insert
Word Count: 5,408

Summary: Negan finds your dirty, porn writing and becomes intrigued.

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

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Hidden Prize (alpha yondu x Omega reader)

Letting his men go first Yondu followed in after them. He watched as his men took over the ship they were currently plundering. Looking about he saw as one of his crew held the Captain on his knees. Walking over he smiled at the man, no doubt one of the Kree race. “Well looky here. We got ourselves a Kree ship boys.” he said rubbing his hands together. The blue man gave a snarl to Yondu and proceeded to insult him about his former slave life. “I guess I moved up in life, now what sorta goodies you got on this here ship.” he smirked. Snapping his fingers the men began going through the boxes on the ship to find anything they could sell. Seeing the dead crew members on the ground he looked at the Kree captain. “See your first mistake was keeping weak crew members.”  he growled before punching the Kree in the gut. Hearing a scream he furrowed his brows and looked in the direction it was coming from. Kraglin was the first to met the Captains eyes, showing him honest concern while the others just laughed and gave fox calls. “Ah Captain you may want to come take a look at this.” Kraglin said and the Kree began to thrash in his bindings. Kicking the Kree Yondu made his way towards where the others were to see what they were gawking at. “Now move out the way.” he said, pushing the men aside. Looking inside the small dark room he saw a cage with what clearly a woman inside. She was curled up in the far corner, shaking with fear as some of the crew tried to grab at her. Seeing chains on her ankles, wrists and neck he knew imminently she had to be a slave in transport. Remembering the time when he too was in chains Yondu gritted his teeth before kicking one of his crew members that was trying to grab at her in the ribs. The man doubled over in pain and all the others were quick to look at the blue centenarian. “Your scaring her. Go see what else ya can find on the ship. Go on GET!” he yelled making the men take off away from the cage. “Kraglin!” he said still looking at the girl. “Yes Cap?” the skinny man said. “Bring me the Kree.” he said in a even tone and saw as the man nodded out of the corner of his eye. 

When the Kree was thrown to his feet Yondu finally broke his gaze from the female still cowering in the corner. “Who is she?” he asked but the man said nothing. Whistling Yondu made his arrow go through the Kree’s leg, erupting a loud grunt from the man. “I’ll ask again who is she!?” when the man again said nothing Yondu let out a high pitch slow whistle. The arrow slowly began to pierce itself into the males chest. “She is a terran. Picked her up during the battle on earth.” he screamed in his own language. “Why?” Yondu asked calmly. “She is an Omega… were going to see how much we could get for her… would you be interested. I hear the cunt is pure, just how you Centaurians like them.” the kree mocked with a laugh. Curling his lip in distaste the room was filled with a high pitch whistle and the kree fell dead at Yondu’s feet. The omega had not looked up once and he knew she must be terrified. “Kraglin, go get me a blanket.” he said and was left alone with the female once again. Opening the cage door he bent down to crawl over to her. He could see the dark bruises on her body where she had been beaten and furrowed his brows. Her clothes were dirty and had holes all in them. Her hair matted and wild. She was shaking still and when he ran his knuckles over her upper arm she flinched. “Now doll I’m gonna get ya out of here.” he told her in as gentle of a voice as he could. Moving to grab her hand she snatched her hands away and looked into his eyes. Bright eyes the same color blue as his skin looked into his red ones. He didn’t think he had ever seen so much fear on one person before. “I’m just going to get these chains off ya.” he told her and slowly moved to grab his knife from his boot.  Yondu saw as a tear fell from her eye when she looked at his knife. She thought he was going to hurt her. Grabbing her arm he picked the lock of the chains letting them fall to the ground. When Kraglin walked back into the room with a blanket in his arms he handed it to Yondu. Going to wrap her in the blanket she took her chance and hit his nose with the palm of her hand making him fall backwards and groan in pain. By the time he looked back up she was out of the cage and kicking Kraglin in the balls as she made a run for it. “Fuck.” he said crawling out of the cage to go after her. Seeing her running down the hall he yelled for his men to catch her. When they grabbed her around her middle she kicked and hit as hard as she could to get away. Coming up Yondu saw as she kicked another in the face and before he could say anything the man back handed her across the face, knocking her out. “Did I say hurt her!” he yelled punching the man in the jaw. Pulling the female from the man’s arms he wrapped her in the blanket. “Get whatever you can and hurry up and get us out of here. I want to be long gone by the time the kree find out one of their ships is late.” he told the crew and saw them nod before walking towards his chambers.

Hearing a small groan Yondu looked to see the girl he had laid in his bed waking up. “She finally wakes. You know girl you hit pretty hard for an omega.” he said with a chuckle, walking over to the bed. When she saw him she backed up into the corner of his bed that was against the wall and stared at him. Siting on the bed he looked to her and sighed. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya doll.” he said. “You’re one of them… the ones that took me…” she whispered and he shook his head, “No. I ain’t no kree. I’m a Centaurian. The name is Yondu, What’s yours?” he said holding out his hand for her to shake. She looked the appendage over for a moment before placing her smaller hand in his, “Y/n.” she whispered. Smiling he nodded his head and then looked down to her arm, seeing puncture wounds he let out a sigh, “what did they do to ya darling?” he asked making her snatch her hand away from him. Looking down she tried to cover the marks on her body. Licking his teeth he stood and walked into another room. Soon he walked back out and went to a drawer made into the walls. Watching his every move she was surprised when he came back over to the bed and handed her a pile of what looked like clothing and a towel. “There is a bathroom through there. Here’s some clothes, we ain’t got no women clothes on the ship so these will have to do until I can pick ya up some.” he told her. Timidly she reached out and grabbed the clothes from him and looked down. “Thank you.” she whispered making him give a small smile and nod. She looked between him and the bathroom for a moment before getting up and walking towards it. When she looked out of the room that had no door to separate the two he chuckled, “I’m going to check on what the crew is doing. Don’t worry, ain’t nobody allowed in here but me.” he told her with a smirk before leaving the room. 

Looking in the bathroom y/n saw a shower of sorts with the water already turned on and steaming. Checking to make sure the blue man known as Yondu did actually leave she undressed from her rags and stepped under the water, letting out a small sigh at the feel of the hot water on her skin. Washing away all the dirt and blood she grabbed what she assumed was soap and washed her hair and body. When she was done she was left feeling better than she had in a long time. Holding up the clothes he had gave her she stepped into the red pajama pants, having to roll them up at the waist to keep them from falling down. Pulling the black shirt over her head she lifted the fabric to her nose and sniffed the shirt. Alpha, she knew it. She had guessed that was what he was from the moment she saw him and smelling his scent on the shirt confirmed it. Looking into the mirror she saw how thin her face had grown and saw the light bruise on her cheek where that man had hit her. Sitting back on the bed she looked around the room a she ran her fingers through her hair to get out all the tangles. It was a spacious room with a bed, a small table and a desk. The walls, floor and ceiling looked to be made of metal that was a redish color. The bed itself was covered in black bedding. Looking at the wall that the bed was against she saw it to be made of glass but was not see through. Seeing a button on the wall beside the bed she bit her lip before leaning forward to press it. When the wall became transparent she gasped at what she saw. 

After a few hours Yondu went back to his room, carrying a tray of food and drink for the omega. Opening the door quietly in case she was asleep he looked in to see her sitting on his bed with her legs crossed under her staring out the window into space. Walking over to her she never looked away “Beautiful isn’t it?” he asked making her jump and look at him. Holding up his hand in defense he sat on the bed and placed the tray in front of her. “Thought ya might be hungry.” he said. She seemed cautious at first but when he gave a smile she reached out to grab the food. While she ate Yondu looked over the female. Now that she was clean he saw she was in fact very beautiful. Her skin no long covered in dirt and blood showed clear s/c skin. Her long h/c hair was brushed out and clean. He could also see how skinny she was, no doubt from being starved. With being so skinny his clothes seemed to swallow her up but he couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed seeing the omega wearing his clothes. When she went to bite down on a piece of food he quickly reached out to stop her. “No. Trust me you don’t want to eat that end. You won’t be able to move for a hour.” he chuckled before breaking off the root of the fruit and handing it back to her. “Darlin’ I need to find out what they were putting in ya… I just need ta take a little blood…” he said after a while, pulling out a small syringe from his pocket. Moving to grab her arm she snatched it away and growled at him. Knotting his brows he curled his lip and moved to grab her arm again, this time with more force. Before he could react she bit him. “Oww.” he hissed. Jumping he pinned her to the bed under him and held her hands down by her head. She tried with all her might to throw him off of her but he was much stronger than any human. “Hold still now.” he said around the syringe in his mouth. Pulling one of her arms under his leg he took the other one in his hand and grabbed the needle with the other. Pushing the needle into her skin she gave a whimper in pain. As soon as he pulled out the needle he placed it on the table beside his bed and ran his finger over her arm. Feeling a small bump in her skin he knotted his brows and grabbed his knife. She pulled for him to free her arm as he pressed the blade to her arm and cut open the skin. Letting out a scream he hurried and dug out the small tracking bit the kree had put in her arm. Once the chip was out he threw the knife on the table and held his finger down over the cut to stop the bleeding. 

Rolling to lay beside her he kept his hand over the cut. Hearing her crying he let out a sigh, “I’m sorry. That was a tracker they put in ya, most likely in case something like this happened. They won’t be able to get ya again.” he told her. “What are you going to do with me?” she asked in a soft voice. It was the question he had been asking himself since he picked her up. Letting go of her arm he stood. “I don’t know yet…do ya got any family?” he asked and she shook her head. Grabbing the syringe and the chip he looked down at her. “Get some sleep omega.” he said before leaving the room, cutting off the lights when he went. Curling up on the bed y/n looked out the window at the stars. Who was this man? He had saved her and had went out of his way to care for her. He was an alpha and hadn’t made a move to claim her yet. What was his plans for her?

A few days had passed by and over the time y/n had not seen much of her savior. A man known as Kraglin had brought her meals during the day and at night she would only see the Captain when he came to take a shower or grab something out of his room. She had made herself busy by making things out of a box of wires she had found. She had been feeling very weak as of late and made it a habit of just laying in bed. She had been surprised to see Yondu come into the room and look at her. “we are stopping to make a drop in a little bit. It won’t be long but I’ll be off the ship with most of the crew…What’s wrong?” he asked when he saw her flushed skin. “..nothing…i’m fine…just a headache.” she told him, trying to look more presentable. “Mmm, I’ll see if I can pick ya up something.” he told her with a slight nod of his head. Watching him leave she fell back to sleep, burying her face into his pillow. 

Y/n woke up to the door opening and rubbed her sleep filled eyes. “Yondu?” she asked but was surprised when the person came into her sight. It was not Yondu, it was another male, he was a red looking male with sharp teeth and yellow eyes. He quickly moved to cover her mouth when she went to scream, leaning forward to sniff at her. Smiling she saw his yellow eyes flash with something she had seen before, lust. “I Knew it. I could smell your scent down the hall. How delicious you smell. Just coming into heat as well, mmmm.” he hissed into her face. When he went to grope at her breast she bit down on his hand and he pulled it back. With the hand no longer covering her mouth she let out a scream before he again was covering her mouth. “Shut up you stupid whore.” he snarled. Pushing his hand down her pants she felt tears come to her eyes. When a loud whistle filled the room she opened her eyes to see the man on top of her gasp in pain. “That was a warning. Let her be or next time it will be your life.” Yondu yelled making the man look over his shoulder at the Captain. “You think you can keep her for yourself. You ain’t even claimed her yet Yondu!…That why you been staying away from her all this time, to afraid you going to hurt her.” the red man hissed in a mocking tone and she heard a low growl from the blue alpha, “That ain’t none of your concern.” Looking back down at her the man tore the shirt she was wearing, “What if I bite her now? What if I mark her as mine?” He said bending down slowly and showing his sharp teeth. An arrow quickly went through his chest before he fell off of her. Laying there in shock she watched as the arrow flew through the air before Yondu caught it and walked over to drag the man from his bed. He seemed to not be affected by the mans weight as he threw him from the room.

Slamming the door shut he made his way back over to the scared omega in his bed. Sitting on the bed Yondu reached out to stroke her cheek. “Are ya alright?” he asked and saw her nod. “I didn’t know he would do that, I’m sorry.” he growled looking towards the door. “was he telling the truth?” she asked in a whisper and saw him look down. “I’ll get ya a new shirt.” he said going to get up from the bed when he was stopped by her grabbing his hand. Looking at their hands intertwined he tried to control his alpha instincts as the smell of her heat hit him. “That stuff they were injecting you with was heat suppressants. I don’t have any but I know of a guy that I can buy some from… Should be able to get it in a couple hours.” he said and she looked down in shame. Before she could say anything he walked out of the room. Feeling a tear roll down her cheek she layed down on his bed and cried, not knowing the Centaurian was just outside the door listening. 

Hours later Yondu had successfully gotten the heat suppressants for y/n. With a deep breath he made his way back into the room to find her curled up on the bed sleeping. She was whimpering with the pain of her heat. Seeing her holding something he leaned down to see it was one of his shirts that he had been wearing the day before. She was scenting him, she actually did want him. Looking down he shook his head and rubbed his hand over his face. He couldn’t possibly mate with her. She was so much smaller than he was and she was human. He could crush her if he wasn’t careful. All the reasons he shouldn’t claim her ran through his head. Hearing her soft sigh he looked back at her. On the other hand she had no one else and he couldn’t possibly send her back to earth when she had no one there to take care of her. He had always dreamed of taking a omega one day and now he had the chance. Seeing the different things she had made with the spare wires he smiled. Laying the needle on the side table he shrugged off his coat and layed on the bed beside her. Resting on his elbow he ran his finger over her cheek, waking her up. “Yondu?” she asked and he smiled, “Y/n, i need you to listen to me. I got the suppressants if you want them… but I was thinking that I would give you a choice on the matter.” he said stopping to see her looking at him with those bright blue eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the tale he had always heard about omegas having eyes that would somehow match who their true mate was. “I’m a Centaurian and that makes me a whole lot more…intense than your terran men. It would not be difficult for me to hurt ya if I lost control. If I claim ya and it would be your choice, i need ya to understand that once you say yes, there is no going back. I won’t be able to control myself, you’re too much for me to darling. ..But with that being said if I was to take you as a mate I would take care of you. It’s completely up to you.” He said holding her hand in his. “Yes.” she said and he had to look up when he heard the word pass her lips. “Are you sur..” he started but was stopped by her pushing her lips to his. 

Feeling her lips on his he could not stop the growl that left his throat. “princess, you don’t know what you just got yourself into.” he growled out. Grabbing the back of her head he rolled on top of her, biting at her lip he heard her gasp out and used the opportunity to roll his tongue into her mouth. Holding himself up on his forearm he moved the other hand down to grab the shirt she was wearing in his hand. With a quick tug he finished ripping the shirt off of her. Leaning back he looked down at her bare chest and gave a deep growl seeing his eyes flash a darker shade of red y/n let out a gasp when he engulfed one of her nipples into his mouth. Sucking hard on the small nub he felt her flinch and regained control enough to lick over the now raw nipple. Kissing over her chest he sucked marks into her skin. Getting to her neck he licked over the area where soon he would place his claiming mark. Nipping at the skin he moved to kneel above her, pulling his own shirt over his head. Seeing her run her fingers shakingly over his fighting scars he gave a purr, telling her it was okay. Leaning down he went back to kissing her as he slowly pulled the pants from her legs. Lifting her bottom with one of his hands while the other pulled the pants from her legs. When she was completley nude he unbottoned his slacks and kicked them off the bed with his boots. Being skin to skin with the omega made Yondu shake with want. Biting at her hip bones she cried out and he smirked. Licking up the small drops of blood he had created with his sharp teeth he growled out. Licking down to her sex he threw her legs over his shoulders and licked up her slit. When a moan escaped her lips Yondu had to dig his fingertips it her flesh to keep from taking her then. Pushing his long tongue into her pussy he groaned at the sweet taste. He was happy when he found out she was infact pure, that the kree had not been lying. Thrusting one of his fingers into her she arched her back up off the bed. 

He fucked her with his fingers for a while until he thought she was ready for him. Crawling back up her body he slammed his lips to hers. His instincs to claim her were taking over as he made sure to leave marks on her body of their coupling. Lining up with her he slowly sheathed his cock into her small body. She cried out and gripped his arms as he pushed in and when he saw tears flow down her cheeks he became concerned he had hurt her badly. Pulling back out he looked down where their bodies were joined to see blood covering the tip of his shaft. Knotting his brows he sat up and looked at her sex to see a small amount of blood leaking from her hole. “Your bleeding.” he said confused and saw as her watery eyes met his, “I was a virgin.” she said in a embraressed voice. When she started to curl up and hide herself from him he shook his head. “Is it normal for terrans to bleed during their first time?” he asked quickly trying to sooth her. Seeing her nod he let out a sigh of releif. “Do you not want to…” she started to say no longer looking at him. Before she could finish her sentance he was back on top of her kissing her cheek. “I’m not stopping.” he said in a deep voice, thrusting back into her, he pushed into the hilt and heard her moan. Gritting his teeth together he let her adjust to him. When he felt her buck her hips under him he smirked and pulled back out. Thrusting in and out of her he let her moans rile him on. It didn’t take long for her to begin whining. Grabbing her hips he flipped her over onto her stomach. Wasting no time he thrusted back into her hearing a soft cry leave her mouth. “Oh god…Yondu.” she moaned and he let out a feral growl. When the base of his cock began to swell he pushed it into her body, feeling it lock in her body. The omega screamed out as she was knotted by the alpha, her pussy milking his cock. Roaring out Yondu held her hips still as he filled her with his seed. Biting down on her neck he claimed her. Drinking down the blood gushing in his mouth he heard her whimper in pain.

Once he had spent himself he felt the alpha back away and realized what he was doing. Unlocking his jaws he looked to see the bite mark deep and flowing with blood. Furrowing his brows he leaned down to lick at the wound making her hiss and flinch away from him. Holding her tight to him he rolled them over to lay on their sides. With her throat in his hand he held her still as he cleaned the wound. When he was satisfied he placed a kiss on the bite and leaned up to open the window. The two layed there for sometime just looking out at the stars before he began to whistle. When the arrow began flying through the air he saw her sleep filled eyes following the arrow around the room. She smiled softly before giving a yawn, “Get some sleep princess.” he purred to her, placing a kiss to her temple.

Originally posted by marveldcuniv3rse

Imagine Lucifer being in the cage and visiting you in order to tell you how much he loves and misses you

Word count: 920

Request by: anon - HOW ABOUT A SHOT WHERE LUCI IS READER’S BOYFRIEND AND SHE CRIES A LOT WHEN HE GET LOCKED IN THE CAGE, AND WHEN THE CAGE IS DAMAGED HE GOT INTO HER MIND TELLING HER HOW MUCH HE MISS HER AND HOW MUCH HE LOVE HER AND SHE DOESN’T BELIEVE IT BUT WHEN HE FINALLY GET OUT HE GOES STRAIGHT TO HER AND THEY KISS AND ALL THE THINGS? SORRY FOR THE CAPS I’M JUST SO EXCITED

Warnings: This is fluffy, you have been warned.

You sighed flinging your exhausted body down onto the sofa as you dropped your bag on the floor. It had been months since Luci, your boyfriend, had been locked in the cage by Sam and Dean. You missed him so much and every day when you woke up without him beside you was a constant reminder of how alone you felt.

Sighing again, you closed your eyes wishing you could get at least a minute of sleep even though you knew it was useless without him beside you. The silence of the room almost lulled you asleep until it’s eerie quietness was broken.

“Hey beautiful.”

You instantly shot up recognizing the voice which you had missed so much.

There he was stood in front of you, his deep red eyes illuminating the dark room and you could barely make out the slight outline of his wings.

“Luci?” you whispered in shock as you slowly raised from the sofa, “no… you’re not here.”

You slowly reached out to grab him but your arm just phased through him. You knew it was too good to be true.

“Y/N.” Lucifer murmured softly with a sad tone to his voice causing you to look up at him directly into his enticing eyes.

“No it’s not you,” you whispered slowly not believing he was there.

“Y/N,” Lucifer repeated, “It is me, I… I’m still in the cage. There was a crack I managed to reach you.”

You watched as Lucifer moved his hand slightly as he was desperate to touch you, to hold you in his arms and wrap his wings protectively around you.

“I-I miss you,” you choked out as your eyes glossed over and tears fell from them.

“Father, I miss you too,” he stepped closer to you so that you were almost touching and hovered his hand close to your face. Even though he wasn’t physically there and couldn’t actually touch you, just being as close to each other as you could be was comforting to both of you due to the extensively long, agonizing period of time you spent apart.

Another sigh escaped your lips as tears continued to blur your vision, you wanted more than anything to be with Lucifer and seeing him but knowing he wasn’t truly next to you was torture.

You watched as Lucifer’s figure began to fade away slightly knowing he must have only had a limited amount of time to speak to you.

“Y/n,” Lucifer spoke again but all sadness was gone from his voice and replaced with determination, “I promise I will find a way out of this cage and return to you, I love you Y/N.”

He stretched out his hand as he began to fade and you reached out to grab it. You could swear you felt your hands connect for a second before he fully disappeared leaving you once again alone in the eerily quiet house.

You still felt a slight sadness that he had gone but a small smile made it’s way onto your face as you knew that Lucifer would stop at nothing to find a way out of the cage and make his way to you again.


A few days had passed since you had last talked with Lucifer and you were beginning to think that he wouldn’t ever turn up again.

You got out of bed only wearing only your pants and one of Lucifer’s shirts not bothering to put on any leggings as you made your way to the kitchen for a drink. Pressing play on your music, you began to pour yourself a glass of orange juice as your hips swayed to the rhythm of the song.

“Now that’s what I call a good welcome home,” You heard a voice from behind you say, startling you almost causing you to drop the drink.

You instantly spun around as you saw your boyfriend behind you his tongue licked his lips and his eyes roamed over your uncovered body.

“Are you… actually…” You paused not wanting to ask in case he was still in the cage but Lucifer managed to catch onto what you were asking.

“Yeah, I’m here.” He whispered as he smiled.

Immediately after he spoke you ran up to him, throwing your arms around his neck and jumped into his body as his arms snaked their way around your waist to hold you tightly into his chest.

The moment you felt his arms and wings wrap around you, tears of happiness filled your eyes.

Lucifer stared deeply into your tear glossed eyes before leaning down and locking his lips with yours. The kiss was filled with so much passion as it made up for all the lost time you had spent away from each other, one of Lucifer’s arms reached up and cupped your cheek as he deepened the kiss and your hand snaked its way up to his head and your fingers ran through his soft hair.

Eventually, you both pulled away from the kiss but you still were closely embraced with each other, foreheads still touching. The only sound which filled the room was the quiet panting, from the long kiss, escaping your mouths.

“Promise me you’ll never leave again Luci,” you whispered quietly.

“I promise Y/N, I love you so much, I missed you so much. I spent every day thinking about you,” Lucifer admitted as his thumb reached up and wiped away the stray tears of joy leaving your eyes.

“I love you too Luci, I love you too.”

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Sneak peak at ‘Bullet With Butterfly Wings”

Lucifer x Reader smut (preview is clean)


Originally posted by weallneedcastiel


“The little mouse emerges once the bird of prey has gone, only to find that serpent still beside her” the faceless voice said mockingly, leaning forward to the bars so you could see the silhouette of his face.

You eyed him, trying to make out any of his features, though little was discernible.

“If you knew I was here, why didn’t you tell Crowley?” you asked, taking a small step towards him as you glanced back at the door.

“Now, why would I want to do that?” he replied, infuriatingly answering your question with another question. Though you couldn’t see his face, you got the impression that he was mocking you as you could almost hear the grin in his words.

Feeling aggravated, your snark slipped into your words before you could reign it in, “Boy, you must have done something really bad to earn a personal cage in Hell.” You cocked your head, fixing him with a glare as you kept your distance, while still trying to make out his figure. Something shimmered and danced behind him, presumably a spell of some kind. This guy was clearly bad news but your feet still slipped closer toward him.

“Watch your tone” he bit back. Even behind bars the threat in his voice was heavy and the words shook you.

The air around him seemed cluttered, it wasn’t a spell or like anything you’d seen before, it was more like a translucent mass hung around him. Your brows furrowed as you got closer still, trying to squint your eyes and tilt your head, thinking maybe you would see what it was from a different angle. The chain around his neck jangled as he shifted and you froze in place. You were still at least ten feet from the cage, leery about getting any closer. You had no idea who or what you were dealing with, and you were no hunter. Typically you stuck to research while leaving the dirty work to the Winchesters.

“You mentioned Sam and Dean,” you recalled, having thought of the boys reminding you to his comment. The dim lighting was beginning to frustrate you as you paced back and forth like a caged tiger, growing desperate to figure out what was around him. Your curiosity had always been your weakness, which was perhaps how you ended up in Hell in the first place.

“What a flaw in design that you apes are such curious little things. Needing answers to questions that have no real relevance…” he trailed off, watching you as you studied him. There was a deep seeded anger buried in his voice and you couldn’t help but wonder who wronged him so severely to have caused it.

“Would you hurt me if I came closer?” you posed, stopping your pacing to turn and face him, noting that the space between had dwindled to less than 3 feet, though you didn’t recall consciously doing so.

“Would you trust my answer if I gave you one?” he replied, tilting his head like he spoke to a child, and though he was still seated, leaning towards the bars of his cage, you still felt small before him.

Rolling his question over in your mind, you felt yourself drawn to trust him, though you had no logical reason to. Regardless, you were skeptical, and trust was a foolish game to play.

“Not if you told me you wouldn't” you replied, almost embarrassed by your answer. The feeling in your gut compelled you to speak the truth, though your brain pleaded with you to not be so rash.

“If I were able, you would have been dead long before you even realized I was here” he said coolly, though you got the impression he was more trying to scare you than being truthful.

“But you’re not able” you reckoned, not so much as a question as a statement of fact, looking at him a little more closely and seeing just how bound he was in the tiny cage.

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It had been a few years after the year of Jason Blossoms death. Betty and Jughead lived together in a small apartment close to the Riverdale University campus. They were sitting on their soft worn out couch watching UP on their small TV. 

Betty snuggled closer into Jughead’s side leaning her head on his chest. He gave her a small kiss on the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her peaches and cream shampoo. 

Betty let a few tears fall as they watched the married life montage. Knowing that at sometime she would either have to leave Jughead or he would leave her like Ellie left Carl made more salty tears fall down her soft cheeks. She turned her head so it was in the crook of Jughead’s neck as he leaned his head against hers. 

“We’re going to be together for a long time. Right Jug?” Betty asked out of the blue, now looking up at her long term boyfriend. 

Jughead gave her another small kiss on the head and leaned his head back on hers. “Longer then a long time Bets.” He said turning his attention back to the movie. 

About 30 minutes later they were still lying on the couch cuddling. They were at the part when the talking dog Dug came in. Seeing the dog on the TV gave Betty an amazing idea. 

“Hey Jug?” Betty asked, looking back up at the beanie boy. 

“Yeah Bets?” he said, looking down at her and her batting eyelashes.

“Wanna get a dog?” she said, her right hand playing with one of his suspenders. 

Jughead raised one of his eyebrows and grabbed her hand. “Why do you suddenly want a dog?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over her soft hand.

“I don’t know, the dog in the movie is just so cute.” she said, turning her head back to the screen.

Jughead was still looking at the ponytailed beauty. “Are you sure that’s it?” he asked, playing with a few strands of her honey blonde hair.

Betty just sighed and continued to look at the movie. “I don’t know. You said we would be together for longer then a long time. I was thinking that if we got a dog together it would prove that were really committed to each other. It would be like a promise ring.” she said as she shrugged her shoulders, sitting up crossed legged on the couch.

“Like a promise dog?” Jughead asked, pulling his girlfriend back into his chest, chuckling.

Betty giggled at the thought of a promise dog. “Yeah. But, if you don’t want to, we don’t have too.” she said, going back to playing with his suspenders.

“No Bets, let’s do it. Let’s get a dog. I am totally in love with you and if we have to get a dog to prove that let’s do it. Plus, I love dogs.” he said, kissing her forehead. “We’ll head to the shelter tomorrow. Deal?” he asked.

She just shook her head yes and snuggled in closer to Jughead’s toned chest, finishing off the movie. 

The next day they both got up and started to get ready so they would be the first to get to the shelter. Betty decided to wear a pair of light wash jeans and her famous blue cardigan, while Jughead wore his famous dark jeans and flannel. They both pulled on their coats and headed out to the used jeep wrangler that they shared.

“Ready to get a new family member?” Betty asked, as she sat in the passenger seat finishing tying up one of her white converse. 

Jughead felt his cheeks heat up to a scarlet colour as she mentioned family. “Let’s do it.” he said as he started the car.

On the way to the shelter Jughead let Betty roll down the windows and play her music, something that she was never really allowed to do. Jughead had a rule that the driver gets to choose the music. But he realized that she was so excited about this that he let her do what she wanted. It was her day.

They walked into the shelter and Betty’s face instantly lit up. They talked to the lady at the counter and then were allowed access to the back, where all the dogs were kept. 

When they walked beside all the cages, Betty had to stop at every single cage and look at all the dogs, while Jughead just walked around aimlessly. 

Betty turned around to look at her boyfriend and show him what she thought was the perfect dog. It was a medium size german shepherd that was already potty trained and was named Daisy. When she turned around he noticed Jughead standing outside of the cage at the very back of the hallway. She walked up behind him and hung onto his arm. 

“See something you like?” she asked, leaning her head against his shoulder. 

Jughead shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. “Hm? Oh, no. We’ll get which ever one you want.” he said. Betty started to tell him about the german shepherd but soon realized that he was still standing outside of the one cage. 

“I like that one.” she said, going back to stand next to him, pointing at the dog that he was staring at. Jughead gave her a huge smile and kneeled down so he was eye level with the dog. The dog was a large size and was white and shaggy. He had deep and dark brown eyes, but you couldn’t really see them because of the long fur that was covering most of his eyes. He had a black nose and a cherry red tongue. 

Betty went and told the lady at the front that they had chosen a dog, while Jughead stayed in the back, bonding with his new best buddy. 

When the lady and Betty came back into the kennel Jughead stood up from his sitting position and grabbed Betty’s hand. 

“This one?” the lady asked, pointing to the white shaggy dog. Betty and Jughead shook their heads, smiling. “Lucky for you, this one was just found. He doesn’t have a name, so you get to choose. Well get a name tag for his collar. So, any ideas?” she said, smiling. 

Betty turned to Jughead and hung onto his arm. “What are you thinking about right now.” she asked, looking up, tucking the one curly strand of hair behind his ear.

Jug looked down at Betty with a puzzled look on his face. “Um… Hot Dogs.” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Ok,” Betty said, turning back to the worker, “His name is Hot Dog.”

The lady just smiled and walked towards the front so she could carve his name into his tag.

“Betty,” Jughead said, “Hot Dog? Really?”

Betty just chuckled and grabbed both his hands. “I want to remember this day forever. If hot dogs were what you were thinking about, I want to remember it.” she said, giving him a small kiss on his cheek. 

Betty and Jughead smiled as the lady came back with a bright red collar with a gold tag on it. It read HOT DOG on it, and they loved it. Betty went and bought a matching red leash and other stuff that they would need as Jughead continued playing with him. They payed for all the stuff, attached the leash to his new collar and walked out of the animal shelter, heading to there car. 

As Jughead stepped into the car he gave his girlfriend a kiss and messed up their new dogs fur. He started the car and said,

“Welcome home, Hot Dog.”


Hey! I just wanted to say thank you to @bugheadjones-the-third for this idea! I hope you liked it :)

tanktoptiger  asked:

14 jikook.....i loved the last one you wrote me and it was emotional so i think a cuter prompt this time is fun :))

keila you always have my back, i lov u
(and i dont have enough words to express how much im squealing bc u loved the last one ajshdk)
i wanted a childhood/best friends au this time so i hope you like it!

First sentence writing prompts:
14. “What’s with the pigtails?”

“What’s with the pigtails?” Jungkook entered Jimin’s room, unable to hold back his smile when he saw the smaller boy sitting on the bed – arms crossed, a frown on his face and black braids on his hair.
He let his backpack slide from his shoulder to the ground before walking till Jimin to sit by his side.
“I lost a bet to Taehyung…” Jimin was talking while pouting, so it was a little bit hard to understand – and to hold back the urge of cooing at him, but he didn’t need to know that. “It’s your fault!” he suddenly shot a glare at a confused Jungkook, an accusing tiny finger pointed at him. “If you hadn’t agreeded with that stupid idea of pranking your brother I wouldn’t have to be walking all day with those ugly pigtails on!”
“Wait, what? Was that a bet?! Were you two making bets about me?!”
Jimin avoided his gaze with a little smile on the corner of his lips before changing the subject.
“Well… maybe… but, that’s not important, I’m the one suffering the consequences anyway!”
Jungkook laughed shaking his head and took one of the braids between his fingers. “I think it looks cute.”
It didn’t take a heartbeat for Jimin to furiously blush, Jungkook loudly laughing in response partially to annoy him and partially because it was adorable.
“D-don’t call me cute!” he stuttered, “And it doesn’t, it looks stupid! My mom kept laughing and smiling, she couldn’t even say anything! People on street wouldn’t stop looking at me and whispering too!” his pout grew bigger, “Jungkook-ah…” he whined throwing his head back and then turning to look at him with puppy eyes, “Please, help me…” Jimin shifted positions, getting on his knees to seat on the back of his ankles and grabbing Jungkook’s shoulder with his unsual small hands, so he could look him in the eye, “Please, please, pleaaase.” He cried, shaking his shoulders back and forth within each ‘please’.
Jungkook shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Hyung, what can I do? Why don’t you just take it off and lie to him, saying you spent all day with it?”
“Because I can’t! I need to send him a picture every half an hour with a clock by my side showing what time it is! Never make a bet with Taehyung, he is e-vil!”
The younger laughed, still caged on his hyung’s hold. He tilted his head a little bit to the side, and the sight may or may have not got Jimin’s heart to skip a beat. “So it’s a lost battle, I can’t help you, hyung… And maybe I don’t want to, I really think you look cute with it…”
“Aish.” Jimin released his shoulders and got up, his back to Jungkook to hide his red cheeks, “I only have useless friends!”
Jungkook layed on the matress, streching his back, a smile that wouldn’t go away everytime he was around Jimin creeping his lips.
He propped himself up on an elbow to find the older boy staring himself in the mirror, hands going from his hair to his forehead and then to his jawline. He had a strange look on his eyes.
“What is it?” Jungkook softly asked.
It took some seconds until he walked back to the bed, sitting in front of his best friend and taking his entire sight. Jungkook had to remind his lungs they had an actual function on his body: breath.
“My big forehead and my fat cheeks stand out too much with this hairstyle.”
Jungkook gave him The Look and Jimin already knew what was to come when the maknae sat straight, supporting the weight of his body now with his hand instead of his elbow.
“You don’t have big forehead or fat cheeks. And even if you had, what would be the problem?”
“I look ugly.”
“You don’t look ugly.”
“It’s easy for you to say! You don’t want to, but if you did, all the girls would be running after you!”
Jungkook rolled his eyes.
“Is this what this is all about? You’re only beautiful if they think you are beautiful?”
Jimin opened his mouth a few times to deny, but he could never lie to his best friend, not even about the little things. “Maybe…” he murmured in a small voice, avoiding Jungkook’s disapproving eyes.
“Hyung.”
“Mhm?” Jimin answered examining the little strand of hair on his arm.
“Hyung, look at me.” Jungkook’s tone was serious, so Jimin did, the frown from earlier still not having left his face. Jimin’s heart reacted to the proximity of their faces, closing his throat for a second and tingling his fingertips – but he didn’t back away, just gulped, knowing he was the only one who worried about stupid things like that. They kept eye contact, but Jungkook’s gaze was so intense Jimin had to try hard to not break it. “I think you’re beautiful.”
Jimin snorted annoyed, rolling his eyes just like Jungkook had done not even a minute ago.
“It’s not like tha–“ but before he could finish his sentence he felt the matress sinking by his left side as Jungkook placed his hand there, caging him between his arms, their bodies so close to each other Jimin could feel Jungkook’s hot breath on his mouth and nose. It made funny things to his stomach, all the butterflies in there writhing, wanting to break free.
“It is.” The younger whispered, his voice failing as his eyes landed on Jimin’s lips for a moment too long, before going back up to his eyes. “It is like that.”
Jungkook leaned in closer and Jimin’s heart almost stopped, antecipation bubbling inside his belly, but Jungkook’s face was now buried in the crook of his neck.
Jimin felt Jungkook carefully placing his soft lips on the skin where his ear and jawline met, forcing him to fist the fabric of his shorts in order to hold his body on place, mind dizzy, hovering in thoughts too unbelievable to be actually true.
He couldn’t find the strength to speak, too focused on Jungkook’s rhythmical breath hitting his skin to remember how to form real words.
Jungkook lifted his face up, brows slighly furrowed along with some unreadable thing hidden in his eyes – almost as if he was in pain, unable to hold back anymore. Jimin could hear his own heart beating on his ears, feeling it furiously knocking his ribcage.
He was about to open his mouth to stutter something out, when Jungkook’s voice surged, low and tempting.
“Hyung, if you don’t say anything and neither push me away, I’m… I’m going to kiss you.”
Jimin shut up without even having said anything, every mention of growing sentence dying in his throat. He shut up and for a second it seemed as if the whole world had shut up too, the silence wrapping them in a bubble too perfect to be broken.
But Jungkook turned it to dust the second he pulled Jimin’s face closer, a hand on his neck and a pair of lips kissing his mouth.
Jimin wasn’t already breathing ever since their mouths touched, but the instant Jungkook parted his lips and moistened Jimin’s bottom lip with his tongue, a nonexistent oxygen was kicked out of his lungs –out of his blood –, forcing him to cling on Jungkook’s shoulders so he wouldn’t melt. He licked back out of instinct and before he realized they were kissing – sweetly but eagerly, softly but greedily –, chasing each other’s lips with a thirst they didn’t know they had.
Jungkook was the one to pull away first, panting and blushing, lips red and shiny.
“I…” he started, but Jimin didn’t need to hear.
He knew.
“Me too. Kiss me.”
And so Jungkook did.
From that day forward, he couldn’t remember a single day he didn’t spend with Jimin by his side

Don't Mess With Pan's Lost Girl P.4

Warning: violence (not really but idk what triggers you), swearing, smut (ig kinda)

Word count: 1829

A/N: Ok I’m not so sure what you personally would say the definition of smut is but you know it’s something. I will get more extreme than this, I just didn’t want it to be all of a sudden sex, I want to have some fun with it first. Hope that’s all right.

Part 3: https://pan-imagines-ig.tumblr.com/post/155974598099/dont-mess-with-pans-lost-girl-p3


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By the time I figured out how I was going to get out of this damned cage, the sun had already gone down and all the boys were back. Felix took watch again and was standing quietly at his post, just outside the cage. I puffed out my cheeks and reached up under my corset and pulled out my tank top. I ripped off the bottom and stuffed the top back in my corset. I focused my attention on Felix making sure he didn’t turn around and catch me. Keeping my gaze on him I slowly backed up till I hit the cage and crouched down. My hand reached behind me and I blindly searched for the purple flower. Once I felt my searching finger graze against one I plucked it out of the ground and wrapped it in the black cloth.

“Hey Feeeliixx.” I said as I stood, I could just see the irritation building up in him, but he still turned to face me. I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes but locked eyes with me. I walked towards him holding his stare and my smirk grew into a cocky grin. When I reached the other side of the cage he licked his lips and I leaned against the bars. “I want to have some fun.” I whispered and leaned so close that my lips barely brushed against his. He inhaled deeply and moved back a bit. “I’m not falling for this, you’re staying in there till I’m told otherwise.” He said as his breathing increased and he stared at my lips. “Well you know there are a lot of things we could do without ever having to open the cage.” I said tilting my head and brushed my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes as I lightly scratched his head. His eyes then suddenly flew open and he stared me straight in the eye, “Screw it.” He said angrily and pressed his lip roughly against mine. For a moment I forgot all about my plan of escaping, my mind went fuzzy and was only focused on the movement of our lips. They moved in sync for a moment before his tongue licked my bottom lip, with out thinking my mouth opened. His tongue roamed every inch of my mouth and I let out a low moan. I tangled my fingers further into his hair as he deepened the kiss. He then pulled away just for a second, allowing us both to get a breath, before he pushed his lips to mine again. I grazed my teeth against his bottom lip causing him to let out a low groan. He put his arms through the bars and wrapped them around my waist pulling me as close to him as the cage would allow. He removed his lips from mine making me whimper and attached them to my neck sucking roughly, sure to leave a mark. I let out a gasp and he continued his assault on my neck, moving his way down to where my breasts were pushed up from the corset. He kissed them softly before nipping and sucking, leaving more love marks.

I opened my eyes, my head spinning in pleasure, when I saw the light of the bonfire coming from the camp. The sight shook me from my lustful daze and I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. I glanced down at Felix and for a second thought about abandoning the plan to see how far this would go. No no no, I need to get the hell out for here. Once he finished leaving a dozen love bites on my breasts he licked each one to soothe the pain. “Felix” I moaned and he trailed kisses back up my neck until he reached my lips kissing them softly. He pulled away, the both of us panting, and locked eyes with me once again. I slowly bring my hand that holds the flower up, I comb my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes. I take the opportunity to put the flower just under his nose and he, unknowingly, breaths it in deeply. Second later his limp body falls to the ground with a loud thud. I glance up towards the camp and see that everyone is oblivious to what had happened. I squat down and search Felix for keys to the cage. “Sorry hottie, but I gotta get out of here.” I say when I find a set off cold keys. There are only two on the makeshift keychain made from a vine and I pray one of them opens the cage. Luckily for me the first one I try causes the lock to click open. I look again to the camp and watch silently as the boys one by one head off to bed. When only a couple remain I push open the cage just enough for me to slip out, I step over Felix’s unconscious body and make my way around the cage finding the patch of flowers. I pick a few more and wrap them in the same cloth. I push them in between my boobs and the corset and make my way towards the camp.

As I approach the camp I can see a group of three lost boys facing the fire trying to stay warm. I try to stay as light on my feet as possible as I creep up behind them. I hook my arm around one of their necks pulling him to the ground,quickly shoving a flower up his nose, and swing my leg under a second one causing him to fall flat on his back. The third attacks me from behind just before I get a chance to put the second one to sleep. I manage to fight my way out of his grip, though, and I push a flower in his face and do the same to the one still groaning on his back. Panting, I stand and brush the dirt from my pants and look down at the boys around me. I click my tongue and look around the camp, I hear nothing but the crackling of the fire and some snoring coming from all around the camp. I walk around a bit trying to find the leaders tent, guessing that that’s where my belongings are being held, but can’t seem to find it. “Where the hell are you?” I whispered, then pause. I spin around and start to get frustrated, but then I see a tree house not to far from the camp. “Found you.” I say smiling and head towards it.

Once I’m at the base of the tree that is occupied by the tree house I realize just how big it is. I bite my lip and look around for a rope latter or some way to get up, but don’t find one. Looks like I’m tree climbing. I look up and find the branch closest to the ground and jump. I hold onto it and pull myself up and look for the next branch to climb. After a few slips and cuts I make it to the entrance of the tree house. Pulling myself up I find the door open and no lights on. I peer in and find a large bed on the other side, and in it lies a sleeping boy in green. I tip toe in and look around for my satchel and sword. I find my things slung on a chair next to the bed. ‘Of fucking course’ I think rolling my eyes. I quietly walk over holding my breath, when I reach the chair I look back at the boy and turn to retrieve my things. I sling my bag over my shoulder and reach for my sword when I feel a danger placed around my neck.

“You naughty girl.” The boy tisks in a low, groggy, voice. He places a hand on my shoulder and spins me around to face him. “How the hell did you escape, what did you do to Felix?” He asks his face tight with anger. “He’s fine, believe me. If anything he left more marks on me than I left on him.” I smirked and he glanced at my neck, following the trail of spots down to my breasts. His eyes widen for a moment then meet mine again. “You vexed him?” He asks raising an eyebrow at me. “I’d hardly call it vexing. He was all for it.” I say keeping the smirk plastered on my face. He looks away from me shaking his head in disbelief, then moves the danger away. He looks me in the eyes again, then down at the marks, and finally at my hands that are covered in blood from the few cuts. “Come with me.” He orders and walks away. I stare at him, baffled, but follow anyway. He pushes a curtain aside to reveal a small washing room. He grabs a cloth and turns on the tap, wetting it. He then turns to me leaning against the sink and grabs my hand, pulling me towards him and wiping away the blood. I watch him curiously as he continues to gently clean my wounds. “Who are you?” I ask when he had finished and wrapped a new cloth around my hand. He glances up at me with his forest green eyes, through his eye lashes, and it causes my breathing to falter for a second. He smirks at this, “I’m Peter… Peter Pan.” He says standing up straight and looks down at me, he’s only a few inches taller than me but it’s intimidating. “What about you love?” He asks taking a step towards me, “What’s a pretty thing, like yourself, called?” He says as I take a step back. “Mariana.” I choke out. “Well Mariana there are consequences for escaping the cage.” He says still advancing. “What are you going to through me back it the cage?” I ask trying to keep the distance between us but I back into a wall. “No, something that’s fun.” He says stopping only centimeters from my face. I hold my breath and he leans in pressing his lips to mine. I stay completely still and this causes him to get frustrated. He groans against my mouth and presses harder trying to get a reaction out of me. “Come on love. I’ll make you feel good. Better than Felix did, that’s for sure.” I still don’t do anything and he moves from my lips to my neck causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips. I slap a hand over my mouth and he looks up at me. “You’re tough to crack. But I heard that. Don’t worry love. I’ll. Have you. Soon. Enough.” He said in between kisses on my neck. “If Peter Pan wants you,” He says against my neck then looks up at me his lips brushing over mine. “He gets you.”

“I should have died.”

Cullen: The last time I was here was the day I left for Templar training. My brother gave me me this. It just happened to be in his pocket, but he said it was for luck. Templars are not supposed to carry such things. Our faith should see us through.

Quiz: I don’t think it worked. You haven’t been all that fortunate.

Cullen: I should have died during the Blight. Or at Kirkwall. Or Haven. Take your pick. And yet, I made it back here.


Oh man. This seems like quite an innocuous thing to say, but I think there’s actually a lot to unpack here. I normally choose the top or middle answers for everything, so I’d never heard Cullen say this before. To understand how devastating this line is (and I actually teared up when he said it) we need to understand Cullen’s history.

So, friends, let’s dive into a biography and character analysis of Cullen Rutherford (much longer than originally intended; my deepest apologies to mobile users who weren’t looking for a history lesson today) - under the cut so I don’t hit you with a wall of text. CW for some discussion of torture.

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