hidden delight

Hidden Delights

… in which David follows Emma, Hook and Neal on the way to Dark Hollow, and regrets his choices immensely when they meet an unexpected obstacle that threatens to get way too personal.

( @phiralovesloki did the smutty version… this is the crack-y version. And it’s all @justanotherwannabeclassic‘s fault.)


David ignores his wife’s exasperated look as he turns towards the narrow path that leads deeper into the Neverland jungle. Ahead, out of sight already, he can still hear the crash and snap of branches and the crunch of footsteps on the leaf-strewn ground.

He knows that Emma is a grown woman. He knows that she doesn’t need him to protect her.

He also knows how Hook and Neal both look at her. And he really, really hates the idea of her traipsing around the jungle with Hook and Neal. The only way it could be worse would be if it was just one of them.

And, after all, if nothing happens, they need never know he was there.

His mind made up, David sets off in pursuit.

He can hear Hook’s voice up ahead. The words are unintelligible, but the tone is his usual mix of insolence and flirtation, setting David’s teeth on edge. Emma’s voice cuts him off, the words equally unclear, but she sounds sarcastic. David permits himself a smile.

The jungle gets thicker, and David quickens his steps a little to make sure that he won’t lose them. This brings him within earshot, just in time to hear Hook say, a little smugly, “—want me to show you, all you have to do is say the word, love.”

“I can manage just fine on my own.” Emma sounds annoyed, at least. Good.

“You’re the one who complained about your technique not working for you,” Hook says, still sounding far too smug.

David feels his fists clench.

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Tell me: what movies are you rooting for at the Oscars?

NGL, the only two movies I really liked were Fences and Hidden Figures

I read the stageplay for Fences when I was in college, and didn’t care for it terribly then, but seeing it acted out, I actually really liked it. Also, Viola Davis is a goddamn force of nature who can’t be stopped.

And Hidden Figures was just delightful. I’m a total nerd for NASA, and I love seeing the stories of how it all came together.

La La Land (AKA Hollywood Hand Job) was terribly over-rated and lacking in the wonderful pizazz of the 50s musicals that it’s supposed to be an homage to. Basically, if a ‘50s-style movie musical lacks A. Gene Kelly, B. Debbie Reynolds, C. Donald O’Connor doing backflips off of walls, and D. Cyd Cherisse’s legs, it’s going to suck.

Moonlight was absolutely beautiful, very important from an SJW representation standpoint, but incredibly fucking boring.

Manchester by The Sea was two hours of nothing but misery, Denzel in Fences was way better than Casey Affleck, and it breaks my heart to see Michelle Williams reduced to the Crying Wife.

And why the honest fuck would I ever subject myself to Hacksaw Ridge, or literally anything that Mel Gibson has gone within ten feet of?

Gentlemammal pt 1 (suggestive but sfw)

“Hopps, Wilde you’re going undercover in the rainforest district. Report to my office for a rundown once we are done here.” Bogo tilted his glasses, waiting eagerly for Nicks usual remarks, only to find Judy desperately trying to smack him into action as he lay his muzzle on the table, Snarlbucks in hand, evidently not even awake enough to compute that he had been spoken to.

“Remind me again why I hired him, Hopps?”

Judy’s ears flew up and burned red in embarrassment as she gave up shaking him and opted instead to pinch her partner’s thigh. Hard. Much to Bogo’s hidden delight, Nick shot upright and let out a high pitched yelp before scrambling into action

“Undercover, Rainforest district, report to your office, got it sir!”

“Drink that coffee fast, Slick, you have to wake up” Judy rolled her eyes as he stumbled to catch up with her on their way out of the bullpen “and why are you so tired anyway? You were supposed to be having an early night last night!” He downed the last of his cup and expertly threw it over the balcony and into the bin in the lobby, trademark smug grin finally gracing his face “You should know me by now, Carrots, I party hard. Whisky, cocaine, hookers - the usual.”

“Did you forget about the report you were supposed to hand in today?”

“Entirely.”

Violet eyes rolled as she shook with laughter “Slick, who gave you the impression you’d be good at police work?”

She tried to keep a straight face as clawed digits flew to his chest and his muzzle gaped in mock offence. Instead, she ended up snorting, loudly.

“I’ll have you know I was valedictorian of my class, and I’ll think you’ll find it was your idea Fluff - you don’t get to pass that blame off. You did this.” He grinned, prodding her face.

“I wonder what we’ll be undercover as?” She pondered, this was their first time doing undercover work and she prayed it didn’t involve any of those awful sheep costumes.

“No idea, we’re a pretty odd choice as a duo to do undercover work - not many cute little bunnies like you are exactly friendly with foxes.”

“Stop calling me-”

“I know, I know. ‘Ferocious little bunnies like you’ any better?”

“Much.”

Nick rapped on Bogos door before they were grunted an invitation inside. Kneeling to offer Judy a paw up onto the oversized chair he tried to ignore the temptation to stare at her tail, his mother had raised a gentle-mammal after all.

Nope, not going there. You are not ogling your best friends ass. Even if it’s really, really nice.

“Hopps, Wilde. We have 4 missing girls, all of them apparently worked in ‘Club Noir’ in the rainforest district. This is a gentleman’s club, so Wilde you are now assigned as a new member, you’ll get your ID and any other information needed in the file - do you own a suit and tie? Or do you need one from the Special Investigations Unit?” Bogo mentally sized Nick up, hoping that they would own one small enough.

“I have one sir, not a problem.” Nick nodded as Judy tried not to laugh.

“Good to hear you have clothes outside your Pawiian shirt collection, partner” she smirked.

“Hey, don’t diss the shirts.Those are-”

“Shut it, Wilde. Moving on. Hopps, I hear from Clawhauser that you can sing?”

“I, uh…” Judy stuttered, nervous as to why that was of any importance to the case and desperately not wanting to even look at Nicks reaction to this revelation. “Yes, I’m okay at singing sir but why is this relevant?”

Nick’s eyes widened in amusement and surprise, “You sing?” he grinned, raising an eyebrow.

“Perfect, you’ll be a new girl for the night then. Clawhouser can accompany you to get a costume. Your ID is in the file.” Bogo slid the file towards them “Any questions should be answered in the file, now go get ready - the club opens at 12 am. Reports on my desk Tuesday.”

Judy grabbed the file reluctantly, knowing there was no use in arguing now the chief had made up his mind. The pair hopped down from the chair and made their way towards their office - a small room that had previously been used by a larger mammal but suited them perfectly they preferred using the same desk and although they had been given two smaller, separate chairs, opted to continue using one larger one. While neither admitted it, they both enjoyed the closeness.  

“Let’s see then…” Nick took the half of the file and the documents Judy placed on his side of the desk before wandering over to the coffee machine with them “So for one night only I am eligible bachelor ‘Jack Savage’ yeesh that’s one hell of a name… I’m from Tundra town, I gamble professionally and I have a- wow. Very funny.”

“What is it?” Judy looked up from her own papers, confusion clear on her face.

“I bet you any money Wolford wrote this damn thing” he glared at the paper “decided to add ‘has a well-known fetish for does’ har-har. Asshole.”

Judy’s whole body crumpled as she struggled to breathe through her laughter. Suddenly she was being dangled in the air by the back of her top.

“Yeah, yeah. Hilarious.” He poked her with a claw on the nose “How does one find something so adorable sexy? C’mon! You guys are like little stuffed animals!”

Judy smirked playfully and looked at him through half-lidded eyes “Oh we’re plenty good at being sexy when we want to be, how’d you think we multiply so fast?”

“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it” he barked with laughter and set her back down on the chair. “What’s your name for the night then, Carrots?”

“Cynthia Snow apparently”

Nick took one last look in the mirror and adjusted his emerald tie before heading out the door of his apartment, it wasn’t a long walk to the club from his home so he arrived at the doors in 15 minutes. The Door was hidden down an alleyway and guarded by two smartly dressed Panthers who, after seeing his platinum membership card, quickly nodded him in.

It abruptly dawned on Nick exactly what kind of club he had just walked into when a young vixen wearing nothing but a sequined underwear set greeted him and took him to his ‘reserved’ seat.

“Any special kinda girl for the handsome tod?” she winked, pushing him gently down into the armchair. That’s when it dawned on him that he had no idea where Judy was and Bogo had asked if she could…he asked if she could sing. Surely they wouldn’t put a bunny undercover as a -

“Don’t ask stupid questions Cherry, this is our newest member if I’m correct - Jack Savage, yes?” a voice boomed from behind them, Nick turned to see a rather imposing old Jaguar smiling down at him, Cigar hanging from his teeth. He quickly smirked and raised an eyebrow.

“That’d be me, and I presume you’re the owner of this rather delightful place?” He gestured around him, not that he could make much of his surroundings out from beneath the stage smoke.

“That I am, Stephan Blackpaw.” he reached out a large paw and Nick felt himself crushed by his handshake. “Our boy here has an enjoyment of does If I’m correct?”

“I like them small, what can I say?” Nick leered, cursing Wolford with every swear he could think of.

I have never felt this creepy in my life.

Not even the time you zoogled Fox on Rabbit -

Yeah, that’s plenty.

“The new girl for our guest, sir?” Cherry stuttered, trying not to buckle under the stern stare of her boss. The panther pulled a small photo from his jacket pocket and lay it down on the table for Nick to inspect.

“This doll do for you, eh Savage?” Nicks’ stomach sank to see the headshot of Judy, but realising this was exactly what Wolford had put the bunny fetish comment in for - to keep Judy in his sight - made him feel a little better.

“Aint she a sight for sore eyes” Nick laughed, loosening his tie a little “What’s her name?”

“Oh she’s Snow, it’s her first night - if you decide you really like this one we can make some…arrangements, after her show” The old Jaguar smiled, stubbing out his cigar and lighting another “Cherry, go get the girl.”

“Yes sir, right away sir.” Cherry rushed through the door backstage.

Cherry tied the last of the new girl’s corset and smiled, turning her chair so the bunny was facing her “So, he’s a red fox like me - but that doesn’t seem much of an issue for ya, you’re rather a brave little bunny round me. Rules are simple, you can touch him but he shouldn’t touch you unless you ask for it - if he does, shout for Louis. That’s the bouncer he’ll help you out if anyone gets too frisky with ya. If you fall, get up and keep going. If you hit a bum note, giggle and wink then keep going. If anyone spills a drink on ya, buck up and keep going.”

Judy giggled at the Fox as she rattled all this off at the speed of sound, fussing over Judys outfit. Not that there was much to her outfit, and Nick was going to see her and she was in no way whatsoever prepared for this but by God, she wasn’t going to mess this up. Two reasons; one, she wasn’t risking a whole investigation because she was so embarrassed she felt like puking and two she was 100% not going to let Nick think he was right that bunnies couldn’t be sexy.

I can be sexy. I can do this.

Nothing at all to do with trying to impress Nick.

“I got it Cherry, amma big girl darlin’ don’ you worry. Plus, who’d be scared of a pretty little thing like you anyhow?” She winked, praying her fake confidence would inspire some real confidence before she went and did a damn burlesque show. Ready for killing Clawhauser for getting her into this mess, she stood, did a twirl for Cherry and took a deep breath.

“Break a leg!” Cherry waved after Judy who missed the Vixens face falling as she walked through the door. “Just don’t do too well…I like you.”

Nick’s heart raced, his cute little bunny partner was not cut out for being a dancer in this kind of place - much as he wasn’t remotely ready to admit to himself that the thought of Judy dancing for him actually had him a little excited.

That’s when the curtains of the small stage in front of him opened slowly to reveal Judy with her back to him, her tail twitching slowly in time with her hips as she swung them.

Who do you think you’re even kidding, “a little excited”?

Shut up!

Judy turned and smiled with half-lidded eyes at her partner below, stroking one paw up the microphone stand.

OHGODOHGODOHGOD I’m actually doing this.

Okay, you can’t stay scared long when the look on his face is so darn funny. Focus on the dumbass look he’s giving you. Ignore how good he looks in a suit entirely.

You’re supposed to be singing.

Oh shit!

“Your cruel device, your blood like ice. One look could kill, my pain, your thrill.” She swayed, dragging small claws into her thighs and up over the deep green corset she wore. Her voice rang through Nick’s ears as though she was an inch away and he shivered, remembering to lean back and try and act like this wasn’t a completely alien experience to him.

“I wanna love you, but I better not touch. I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop” The stockings climbing up Judy’s legs were suddenly very distracting. “I wanna kiss you but I want it too much, I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison”

I am a gentlemammal.

Such a gentlemammal you’re trying not to pant at the thought of her touching you right now?

… I’m just too warm.

Sure.

 

Judy resisted the urge to grin and opted instead for sliding her small frame down the mic stand, holding it between her thighs. “You’re poison runnin’ through my veins, I don’t wanna break these chains”

He’s panting.

He’s probably just acting, bunny fetish remember?

He’s not that good an actor, is he? I mean nobody’s even watching him right now for him to be faking it for.

“Your mouth, so hot”

Is she…?

She’s licking the pole.

That’s not fair.

“Your web, I’m caught. Your skin, so wet. Black lace on sweat” Bringing herself back to her paws she spun away from him, arching her back and bending slightly to shake her rear.

This is far more fun than I expected it to be.

Smiling down at Nick she ran her paws up her arms “I hear you callin’ and it’s needles and pins, I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name” Nicks claws dug into his legs as he desperately tried to will himself into calming down and failed dramatically. “Don’t wanna touch you, but you’re under my skin. I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison”

Don’t think about her screaming -

Too late.

Shit.

“You’re poison runnin through my veins, you’re poison, I don’t wanna break these chains, you’re poison”

Think about anything else. Have a fag. Don’t even look at her.

But she’s…

Ignore her paws running over her thighs. Ignore that look she’s giving you.

“One look could kill. My pain, your thrill”

Ignore the urge to bite her. She’s your friend, she’s acting. This is an act remember? You’re not really supposed to have a bunny fetish.

“I wanna love you, but I better not touch, I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop. I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much.” Nick lit a cigarette and tried to adjust his position subtly. “I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison”

Do I mess with him?

When do you ever decide against messing with him?

Good point.

“Yeah, well I don’t wanna break these chains. Poison.”

She dropped slowly from the stage and her violet eyes met his own, that was the moment he realised he was completely and utterly doomed. She walked straight to him, hips swaying sensually to the music and his heart suddenly felt as though it was trying to rip a hole in his chest. She reached him and he prayed she wouldn’t notice the kind of arousal he couldn’t manage to have faked.

Stupid bloody-please go down, please go down, please go-

suddenly she was breathing in his ear and slipping something between his teeth.

“Wouldja hold this for me, mister?” her paw stroked across his muzzle and down his neck “Jus’ bite it real hard” before the look of confusion had managed to settle on his face it suddenly dawned on Nick exactly what he was now holding in his mouth as she walked slowly away from him, her corset slowly loosening as she giggled and lifted her arms.

Oh.

“Runnin’ deep inside my veins, burnin’ deep inside my veins”  Judy turned to point at him as he sat, still transfixed by her small form, now only covered by her stockings and the rather skimpy black lace bra and panty set Clawhauser had insisted would suit her. “Poison… I don’t want to break these chains” blowing a kiss, she laughed and curtseyed before returning backstage.

You are so screwed.

“Haha! So did you enjoy your show, Mr Savage?” the Jaguar reappeared from nowhere, slamming a paw into Nicks’ shoulder and practically knocked the cigarette from his muzzle.

“Yes, wow she was… something else” He took a draw, not really wanting to maintain eye contact with the larger mammal who gave him such a strong dose of the creeps. “You said something about arrangements? You can have her be my girl any time I’m here?”

“Well, I can do one better if you really liked her so much” white fangs flashed from behind a greasy smirk “At a cost of course. Come, come we shall discuss it in my office friend!”

One better? I’m fairly certain I don’t like where this is going… might get an answer about the missing girls though.

“Of course, lead the way.” Letting himself be lead through the smoke into a gigantic back office had Nicks fur on end, memories of bad run-ins flooding his mind, but the grin stayed on his face. He had to be excited about this offer, no matter how sick it made him he had to take it. Once they were settled in two large armchairs the Jaguar turned to him and grinned.

“We provide an extra little service for our patrons if they have such…particular interests as yourself. If you would like to keep this girl, you may buy her from us on a more permanent basis.”

“Keep her?” Nicks eyebrow raised, claw pressing down on the record button of the matching carrot pen Judy had insisted on buying for him. “As in, have her only dance when I am here?”

“Oh no no no” the Jaguar laughed loudly “Dear friend, you may keep her as your own… pet shall we say. You may take her with you, do as you will with her after that.”

Oh, Christ, they’re selling girls off as sex slaves? He wants to sell me Judy as a…

Pretend you want her already don’t have time to feel sick!

“How much?”

“For you, since it’s your first time here, I’ll give you her for ten thousand” Pulling out his wallet, filled with fake ID and thankfully the credit card ZPD provides undercover cops with in case of emergencies, Nick smiled.

“Well, who could say no to an ass like that?”

“Indeed! She is a good girl, isn’t she? I am sure she will behave well for you”

You’re going to have to treat her like a pet until you get out of here, you do realise.

And?

And you’re seriously lucky this guy gave you the creeps so much that boner went down, but it’s probably going to come back the moment she steps foot anywhere near you.

Real professional, Wilde.  

Grabbing the phone from its hanger, Stephan called down to Cherry. “Bring up the girl…yes, Snow. Make sure her collar is on tighter than the last one and tell her that if she doesn’t play nice Mr Savage here I’m sure can use her in other ways that aren’t so enjoyable…yes, leanedyes, hurry up.”

“So how do I make sure this doesn’t come back to me?”leant onto the desk, tapping his credit card nervously.

“Oh, we put it down as a very old bottle of wine - we have a store of very old vintages that cost a pretty penny”

So Judy’s worth the same as a bottle of wine to this guy?

“I’m so sorry Snow, I’m so, so sorry…” Cherry tried not to cry as she fastened the collar around Judy’s neck “but they’ll hurt you real bad if you don’t go, please don’t fight ‘em”

“‘S okay Cherry, don’t cry - iI'ma big girl remember? I’ll be okay” tears threatened to spill down Judy’s face as she realised exactly what had happened to those girls.

I hope Nick has some darn good proof to show for this.

He’s a good cop, he’ll do just fine. Worry about yourself first, you’re getting led by the neck into a slave trade deal where you’re the slave.

The guys in the office are never gonna quit making jokes about me being Nick’s pet bunny after this. Crap.

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SO! that’s the end of the first half of my fanfic for @mama-sally I hope you guys enjoy it even if it is a little longer than i intended haha. second half will be out soon :) (warning, it gets pretty nsfw in the second half) 

@cloudyloudy I hope you like it too! :)

I don’t know where you’re going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul?

Christmas Tidings (Loki x reader)

The Avengers didn’t know how, but (Y/N) always gave the best Christmas presents.

The team swore she placed cameras around the tower from the accuracy of her gifts.

Nat got new pointe shoes and the chocolate she adored delivered straight from Germany.

Steve was gifted a brand new record player after his old one was destroyed in a spat between the superhuman tenants.

Bucky received a scrapbook filled with the most random of occurrences over the years, along with very plush socks. He adored both gifts.

Thor opened a delicacy box to reveal homemade fudge, and after having a taste, had the god posed on one knee. To his dismay, (Y/N) refused.

Sam’s gift was two tickets to the museum of flight, and he would most definitely not be bringing Bucky. (He brought Bucky.)

Her father, Tony would find an MP3 player with a playlist of songs she knew helped him sleep and stacks of his favorite chamomile tea bags under the expansive pine, he had insisted they decorate “together as a team!”

Wanda was pleasantly surprised to see the red dress she had been eyeing in the store display window. Complete with matching strappy, black heels.

Pietro laughed as he saw the many pairs of running shoes she had given him. All different brands and styles.

Bruce opened his present with chuckles as he held up the pair of jeans, shirt, and lab coat, all she helped design to be resistant from tearing.

Clint received a gift card that would last him the whole of the new year to his favorite pizza place down the block.

Vision got sweaters, educational books and every other nerdy thing you would expect an android to want.

Loki surveyed everything. The hidden delight on all their faces as they opened their gifts, and the jealousy on his own. He was actually very surprised when she announced his name. (Y/N) aimed one of her award winning smiles and Loki struggled to remain as calm as he had been for the last hour. “Loki! This one’s for you!” She exclaimed as her hands flitted to a medium sized box from the pile of gifts surrounding her.

He pulled the aluminum paper off of the box that was clearly wrapped delicately by hand and let a fond smile drift on to his face as he saw her enthusiasm. The newly opened parcel revealed a jar filled with book suggestions and a framed sketch of the two of them together.

“I remember you saying that you had nothing to read so I wrote out all if my favorite books and stuffed the notes in the jar. So you can randomly pull out a title!” She enthused. The color rising in her cheeks was almost enough to make Loki hyperventilate, not that he would ever let that show. To the others he seemed cool, indifferent even.

Loki gave her a smile; his real one, not the smirks he threw the rest of the team. He murmured his thanks and let his fingers trace the small box inside his jacket pocket. It could wait a few more hours.

The rest of the party consisted of jokes, cake, and the team trying to steal Thor’s fudge, which he defended ‘til the last crumb.

When Loki saw (Y/N) leave for the balcony, he decided this was the best time as any. He still wasn’t allowed to fully leave the tower alone, only being on Midguard so Thor could monitor his behavior, but balconies were fine, or so he thought.

As soon as Loki passed through the doorway, Thor was alerted by Friday and quietly made his way to the balcony.

While Thor was standing behind the wall Loki had caught (Y/N)’s attention.

He hadn’t really thought far ahead enough of how to begin his conversation, and was now just standing in front of her, waiting for words to tumble out of his mouth.

After about 5 seconds, they finally did, and Loki said rather endearingly, “I very much appreciated your gift. It was highly thoughtful of you,” The blush on her cheeks was much darker than before.

“It wasn’t a problem at all. I actually love giving gifts!” She gushed.

Loki smiled before reaching into his jacket and grabbing the small parcel, and murmured, “I hope you don’t mind receiving gifts, also then.”

He handed her the jewelry box, elegantly tied up with satin ribbon, her face lit up in surprise and excitement. When the package was in her hands she carefully untied the ribbon, her frozen fingers stumbling against the knot for a few seconds until the velvet box was revealed for what it was.

She quickly pulled up the lid on the jewelry box and let out a gasp. Lying on the velvet cushion was a gorgeous emerald necklace with a delicate gold chain tying it together. “Loki this is beautiful! But I can’t accept this. It’s far too valuable!”

He was pleased at her reaction and gently shoved the box back into her hands. “I insist, besides your gift to me was the most thoughtful one all night,” his reply still hadn’t fully convinced her, so he lifted the necklace from the box and asked if he could put it on her. After she reluctantly agreed, she wept her hair to the side and turned so he he could clasp the necklace.

His pale hands lingered on her soft skin and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, causing a shock of pleasure to run through her spine. (Y/N) thought she probably looked like a tomato, she was blushing so bad.

As Loki was about to lean down to kiss her, he saw his brother’s large figure lurking behind the doorway. He quickly pulled away, wishing (Y/N) a hurried “merry Christmas,” and rushed off to find and hopefully kill his brother. What Loki didn’t see was the disappointment on (Y/N)’s face as he left the balcony.

Thor began speaking as soon as (Y/N) was out of earshot, “You gifted her the necklace without telling her of its power,” Thor spoke when they were parted from the rest of the group.

“I did, Brother. Does it bother you?” Loki threw a glance in his brother’s direction.

“You care for her,” it wasn’t said as a question, but as a statement.

“And if I do? What happens then?” Loki was glancing at his hands; his sarcastic mannerisms dropped.

“Nothing. Opposite to your beliefs, you do deserve to be happy, Loki,” Thor placed his large hand on Loki’s shoulder, “And I know that the necklace was from Mother’s designs.”

Loki raised his brow and looked away, “I may have made a stop to her room for her enchantments on our last visit,” Loki looked back at his brother, “But, I only wish for her to be protected.”

Thor sighed, “I know you won’t, but I would rather you tell her than have her be terrified when her enemy is being knocked through the air twenty feet.”

The mischievous grin on Loki’s face only made Thor’s sigh deepen, “While that will be amusing to watch, I just need to know that the scum of this world does not touch her.”

Thor tried not to let his smile show, happy that his brother was not completely gone yet. “Return to her,” he winked, “Besides you looked as if the two of you were in the middle of something!” Loki rolled his eyes as his brother ran off to find Jane.

Loki stood for a moment, before making his way over to where (Y/N) watched the snow blowing by the window, with hot chocolate in her mug. Her face seemed relaxed, and after turning to see who was coming, it lit up in happiness. She set her chocolate down, so not to spill it, and was surprised as he leant down and pressed his lips against hers. She gasped, and was frozen for a moment before wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, sinking deeper into the kiss.

“Hey Reindeer Games, that’s my daughter you’re defiling!” Was soon heard from an angered billionaire.

The pair soon pulled away, but only until they were tucked safely away from prying eyes. This was surely a great way to end the year.

anonymous asked:

HELLO HELLO I SAW THAT YOUR ASK BOX IS OPEN AND COULDN'T HELP MYSELF SO can you write a scenario where Todoroki first meet his s/o in middle school as friends but then it builds up when he goes to U.A and s/o goes to another high school but they still keep in contact?? U can make it gender neutral if u want--ALSO UR BLOG IS SUPER COOL AND LIKE KEEP IT UP <3

UR SUPER COOL TOO!! I’m gonna add my own slightly angsty pizzazz to this request, so I hope it’s still good either way!


Todoroki Shouto:

He didn’t have any friends. Never did, to be exact. He wasn’t used to pleasantries, or courtship, or anything sociable of the sort. Not with such a strict house life and higher expectations of him that he hated with passion.

His life was devoid of joy… until he met them, that was.

It was probably the happiest day of his life, from what he can remember, and it was a good memory. On the second term of middle school, a new student had transferred from outside of the Shizuoka Prefecture. They seemed nervous, at first glance. They didn’t lift their head, and he wondered why. He became disinterested; because they were going to be just another person that he wouldn’t talk to for the rest of the year.

Until, they had raised their voice to introduce themselves, showing their face to the class. His attention hadn’t clung to the fact that they seemed lost among all the unfamiliar faces, no. The first thing he saw was their eyes.

One eye was different from the other, a pale white iris compared to the natural color of their right eye. They had mismatched eyes, just like him. Those eyes flit across the room nervously, until, they found him...

The shock in their expression was something he couldn’t forget. And the warm smile that crept up after, was cemented in his memory for all eternity.

“There’s an empty seat by Todoroki, dear,” the teacher had shown them to their spot, where they sat down beside the boy who’s gaze hadn’t left them for the whole time. Until they noticed, he quickly snatched his stare away.

As the class went on, he felt a light tap on his left shoulder. He turned to see the new student, different colored eyes and all, and an inquisitive smile. “Hi, I’m ____” they said to him.

“I’m Todoroki Shouto. But… you already heard that,” he greeted back.

“That’s a nice name…” they paused, before adding, “I really like your eyes.”

Something inside his chest lit up, a warm feeling radiating inside of him. “Yours too…”

That was the first day they met.



The first time that they actually became friends, was during a lunch period when he found them sitting by the fountain statue outside, alone.

“Hello,” he said.

They looked up, startled. “Ah- Hello, Todoroki-san.”

He didn’t ask to sit down next to them, since he knew they wouldn’t refuse anyways. “Just Todoroki is fine.”

“Oh, sorry. Todoroki.”

“It’s alright,” he assured them. They sat in silence, eating their lunches without a word exchanged. But he would feel their relief, and hidden delight at having someone to share their time with.

Finally, they spoke up before he did, asking the question he was needing to ask. “So… if you mind me asking, how do you deal with having different eye colors?”

He wasn’t prepared to give his answer first, but told them what he could. “I am looked at strange. Pointed at, and whispered about. Especially about… my scar. I guess I just got really good at shutting people out.”

They studied him closely, but not uncomfortably. If it were any other person, he would have tried to leave. But he could find similarity between them, so it just felt like they understood him already.

“Well, I find your face really pretty, scar and all. After all, a scar is just a mark on skin; it doesn’t depict how beautiful you are. Emotional scars are harder to heal, but even those can make someone interesting to get to know, and help them through it,” they told him, leaving him utterly speechless by the end of it.

A few seconds passed as he processed what he had just heard, before a plume of smoke puffed up from his left side, his face burning a light shade of red. They said he was beautiful.

“Ah! Your face is on fire!” they gasped, grabbing their napkin and smothering out the flames unnecessarily. But it was still appreciated nonetheless. They rested their hands on their hips and nodded concurrently.  “I guess you’re not too used to being complimented, huh.”

“Not really, no…” he admitted.

They grinned, their confidence growing with each second that they spent with him. “Well, it’s true! I had a really hard time accepting myself, not with my weirdly colored eyes and own scars.”

“You have scars too?” he asked, immediately wondering if he’d asked to much.

But they only hummed as they pulled the collar of their shirt down their next to reveal pale jagged scars running down the side of their body. They looked like…

“Lightning bolts. Yeah, I got struck by a lighting quirk at a young age. I was in a coma for half a year, and when my hair had finally grown back, my left eye was vacant of color and I had these snake-like scars all over my body. It took years for them to fade like this,” they explained.

He stared in awe, wondering how they had even coped with it.

“So… are we friends yet?” They asked, hope in their eyes.

Friends… he’s always wanted a friend.

“I guess we are.”



The first time that he realized that he had a giant crush on them was their last year of middle school, and the day he found out that he had been already accepted into UA

He stared at the mirror in the bathroom, reflecting on how much they’d made him improve as a person. He used to never speak unless spoken to, until now. He never looked at anyone unless it was necessary, until now. It was all thanks to them, and how much effort they’d put into making feel at least a little more confident in himself.

“I like you,” he recited for the tenth time that day, then uttering a curse under his breath at how he knew he’d never be able to say it to their face. Not directly, at least.

And it was their last year at middle school, too, and they were soon going to be parting separate ways. They had been accepted into Shiketsu High, while he was going to be attending UA next year. There wouldn’t be that many chances to show them how much he cared.

He sighed and went to school that day, awaiting the second that they walk into class smiling, like they usually did.




The first time that he felt his heart break, was when he had to say goodbye. They hugged him, cried a little, smiled as usual, and parted ways. He didn’t get to tell them how much he loved them.

“Goodbye, Shouto.”

“Goodbye.”

He watched them leave. When they finally had vanished from sight, he finally broke down into tears when he realized that he wouldn’t see their smiling face again every morning at school, or sit down at lunch with them, or have a friend as good as they were to him.

Just a little longer would have been nice.



The first time he talked to them again was year later, after the Hero Killer Stain was captured and he was finally adjusting into UA, and finally accepting himself like they had.

*Bzzt Bzzt*
(1) New Text Message

Expecting another text from his father, he opened his messenger disinterestedly. But, the few words that he read had sapped his breath away.

  [ Heya! It’s me, ____!! Finally got a phone!! ]

He stared at it for a long time, not knowing what to do or say. They had exchanged numbers the day he got a phone himself, but they didn’t have one yet because of money issues. But after a year, was it really possible that they’d kept his number this long? He slowly conjured a reply; and a slightly dumb reply now that he thinks of it.

  [ Is it really you…? ]

He wasn’t all too sure if this was a dream. Was it really true?

  [ ”Is it really you…?” man, you’re still so brooding, ShouShou! XD ]
 
  [ Oh my god, it is you. ]

  [ Of course it is. How many idiots call you ShouShou? :/ ]

  [ None, really… so… How are you? ]

  [ Amazing! Made some new cool friends. Hbu? ]

  [ Two good ones. Their names are Midoriya and Iida. ]

  [ AHHH!! So you HAVE made friends! I’m so happy for you, Shouto! ]

  [ Me too… ]

Shouto blushed. Knowing them, they’d be wearing the biggest smile right about now.

  [ So… I saw UA’s sports festival on TV. You were really cool… ]

  [ Thanks… I did a lot of thinking after that, and everything you had done for me. ]

  [ Ohoho? So you were thinking about me, huh? ;) ]

He blinked several times, staring at the newly received message motionlessly. Once again, he turned a bright shade of red, wafts of smoke beginning to rise up from his left side. When he didn’t respond right way, he got another message:

  [ Your face is on fire again, isn’t it. ]

  [ … yeah… ]

  [ HAHAHAH! God, why aren’t we married already!? ]

He nearly fell out of his chair in shock.

  [ Married? ]

  [ Y’heard me, ShouShou. You’re gonna marry this idiot! … In case you didn’t know, I mean me. ]

Shouto covered his mouth with one hand, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile. He felt that warm feeling in his chest again, just like the first time that they met. One pair of mismatched eyes to the other.

  [ You’re proposing? ]

  [ Promise, Shouto? Promise for when we meet again? ]

  [ I promise. ]



First times were always the best times in Shouto’s life. And last times were no different. Shouto learned this the hard way, but the good kind of way. Years later, he kept his promise. And many promises after that, he kept.

He kept all of them, until those first times finally ended. And to the very end, he cared for them like he always did. He kept his promise to meet again, in the afterlife. And when the earth went back into stardust, Shouto still held on tight to their hand.

They’d keep on finding each other again.

title: His One And Only Reward (read on ao3)
fandom: Dishonored
pairing: Corvo Attano/The Outsider

The rule of Delilah is over, and all Corvo Attano wants is for peace to be restored. And if peace begins with the softness of pillows and a visiting deity, he is quite content with it.

“Is this what you want then, Corvo? The reward you are seeking, after all?”

Wild garden that has sprung in the Dunwall Tower glares at Corvo with its sharp wild silhouettes from behind the door. There will be time to clear it up, restore the beauty of the imperial residence. But now, they rest.

Emily sleeps, drunken with sleeping potions and health elixirs. Corvo has spent a great many hours by her bedside, soothing and calming her into sleep with promises of explanations and reassuring. Even as her mind drifted and her face softened, giving up to the sleep, he remained at her side for the longest time until his body begged for rest too.

And now he is back in his room. He sits upon his bed for hours, listening to the quiet ticking of the clock on the bed table. It’s soothing, a one single constant that never changes. He wants to rest, but sleep won’t come to his mind as he tries to hang onto the last threads of his sanity.

The things he has seen today can barely compare to anything he has ever seen. The madness of the witch, the terror of Delilah, fighting all of her beings at once. He wonders if his old heart can manage and decides that it’s too early to write it off as old. He may have been through hell and back, but it has only toughened him. His heart pounds.

Heart. Pain tugs at it just as much as guilt as Corvo squeezes his palm, trying to remember how Jessamine’s heart felt in his hold. Her voice hovers somewhere in the back of his mind as he tries to listen into it. But it’s gone, has been gone for so long, and though love blossoms as a single flower around his own madly beating heart, he knows it’s a flower that doesn’t bind him anymore. As if to support this thought, Corvo flexes his palm and watches the Outsider’s mark burn bright gold in the shadow against his bed.

“So it is done.”

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Insecure

Who the fuck did I think I was
To hear someone call me beautiful
And allow myself to believe it.
I have made myself ridiculous.

I gave what I could and i was still lacking
And I wish that I was stupid enough
To not see it, not know it, not believe it.
The cliches crawl out of my mouth.

Don’t bother looking for hidden delights
Or trap doors to happiness.
Those bastards are all boarded shut
And the dobermans keep watch.

I am not enough
I am not enough
I’m losing my grip but can’t seem to care
At least then I won’t feel so fucking much.

Fall(Part Two)

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 2, 268

Warning: Like one cuss word

A/N: I feel bad for not getting this out earlier, since I promised this yesterday or the day before. But it’s here now! I tried to make it as good as part one so I hoped it lives up to you guys’ expectations.

Part One || Part Three

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“Teach Me” (Jimin x Reader)

“hello! how are you? i love your blog. can i have a jimin imagine where you catch him practicing and you want him to teach you how to dance? thank you!”


Name: “Teach Me”

Character: Park Jimin (BTS)

Genre: Fluff gets a bit heated at the end tho ngl

Word Count: 1,211

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

(excuse me park jimin that was UNCAlled for. gif credit to the original owner but also tyvm for the gif)

The way he moves is nothing short of astounding. The flex of his muscles as he twists and turns occupied your sight. His dark eyes were focussed, but you could see the twinkle of delight hidden behind them. This was he loved to do; his dream was being realised in front of him as each day passes. Beads of sweat formed. Each to their own trickled down his face. His golden skin shone from dancing so hard, his hair matted against his forehead. The mop of dirty blonde hair was untidy on his head, but he looked absolutely divine. You had an internal debate on whether to go in. All the while, you peaked through the slit in the door. The whole room pulsated with music, sending shivers through the walls and underneath your skin. The music came to a steady end. He had finished with a slide on the floor, his torso facing the ceiling. His abs rippled through the white vest, which had clung onto him from sweat. He panted furiously; the rise and fall of his chest was frequent in an attempt to keep up with him. That’s when you slowly creaked the door further ajar. As soon as one footstep hit the practice room floor, his eyes flicked towards yours.

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The Heart of a Pirate

The old buccaneer gazed wistfully at me
while he spoke of sailing starless nights
hearing a song the sea sang to her own
in whispered promises of hidden delights  

Next he shared tales of sabers clashing
the thunderous cry in every cannon blast
of mortal encounters upon the open sea 
as the crew stood boldly before the mast

He told of riches rum and lasses waiting
their ship’s every victorious return to port
it was all worthwhile he paused to smile
living as if a king whose reign was short  

Then he fell silent for a moment passing
and his countenance turned slightly sad
tis a shame he said those days are gone 
for you possess the heart of a pirate lad  

I’d Choose You

Originally posted by jihanmeanietrash

Request: Since I love your Wonwoo stories so much, I was wondering if you could do a cute fluff with the reader and him playing Pokemon Go together? I’m sorry I’m really addicted to the app!
Member: Wonwoo (Seventeen)
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 732
A/N: @jinniejinjins Thank you so much for your request! Confession Time: I haven’t played Pokémon Go yet so this was definitely interesting to write XD However, I used to play Pokémon on my Game Boy when I was a kid so all is good :3 Enjoy! -Admin Madi ^-^


“Wonwoo! Look!” Squealing eagerly as you stared at the phone in hand, you fist pumped the air as the Pokémon was successfully captured. “I caught an Eevee, babe!”

Wonwoo rushed to your side and laughed at your easily excitable face. “You realize those are common, right?” Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, he watched as you opened your Pokédex and renamed your recent catch. Eyes widening as he realized that this wasn’t your first but fifth Eevee, he grabbed the phone and proceeded to hold his stomach in laughter. “You have to be kidding me! You have five of these and you’re that excited?!”

Pouting as you tip toed to reach his raised arm that held your phone, you glared. “They’re cute, alright? They’re one of my favorites.” Slipping the phone from his grasp and turning around, you felt the embarrassment become evident on your cheeks.

Wonwoo grinned and ruffled your hair fondly. “My baby is so cute,” Bringing a hand up to rest on his heart, he closed his eyes for emphasis. “What ever am I going to do?”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and noticed the pleased look on his face. Scoffing and hitting him just hard enough to make him wince, you giggled.

Wonwoo let out a small “ow” as he rubbed at his arm and tracked Pokémon with the other. You eyed his hand occasionally and contemplated whether to slip it into your own or not.

Wonwoo noticed your cute glances and coolly traced his hand from your elbow down to your hand, tickling your palm. He noticed your annoyed expression and decided that he’d teased you enough for the day and slipped his fingers between yours, leaning over and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“You’re such a tease, Jeon Wonwoo. You’re going to wake up one day and all of your Pokémon are going to be gone.”

Using your arm to sway his movements and press into his side, you pushed him against the nearest building and stared into his eyes. “Do you want to know who took them?”

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Butterbeer

There’s still the feeling of something foreign in all this; in the dimly lit and dust-drowned taverns and the creaking signs swinging above heavy oaken doors; in the happy crackling fires and glinting embers and dark drapey cloaks; in the hazy pubs and lazy wands flicked for mugs and coins, the lively chatter of some and the tight whispering of most, as if every breath was a secret and every crumb of cake and sip of liquor a treasure to guard.

It feels like stepping into one of the books back at the old library - well-worn and best-loved and rimmed with faded gilt, the pages strong enough to hold world and wonders and carry so many young hearts, and yet fragile enough that they had to be kept from coming apart for too many worshipping hands - and the child curled up at the bottom of Credence’s heart still holds his breath every time.

It’s in one of those ancient-flavoured, smoky-looking pubs that a frothing pint of something is first set before him by a snorting waiter, seemingly offended by the excited twinkle in Newt’s eyes taking him in from across the table.

Credence’s eyebrows arch. The liquid in his mug glints golden like pixie dust, topped with a foamy little cloud slowly bubbling down over the side and old Merlin be blessed, his fingertips itch to touch it.

“What’s this?” He asks Newt’s wide, sparkling eyes and they’re smiling before Newt’s lips can even perk up.

“Butterbeer,” he all but chirps, ginger hair a charming mess and on his lips a grin that begs to be kissed. “It’s nice and hot,” he attempts a wink here, freckled nose crinkling most delightfully, “try it.”

Credence’s fingers curl around the mug, just shy of the sticky bits, and warmth seeps in instantly, trailing goosebumps on his forearms. He brings the drink to his lips and blows gently on the surface, causing the froth to dance and part around ghostly wisps of vapour.

The scent rising from the golden depths is sweet and buttery, like Queenie’s cookies were when she and Jacob last came to visit with their own Newt-approved case of wonders, and it makes Credence’s mouth water.

He meets Newt’s gaze over the brim of the pint and the wizard absent-mindedly licks his own lips, pink on softer pink, moist on dry, ready to open up again in a white-toothed smile.

“It’s good, I promise.”

And Credence trusts him, because why on earth wouldn’t he, and because it’s still the easiest thing he’s ever done in his long, long twenty years.

He takes a sip and after the ticklish foam, in rushes the warm, thick mouthful of Butterbeer and oh, it’s rich and sugary and heat spreads like wildfire in Credence’s limbs, down to the very pit of his stomach, bringing tingles to the nape of his neck. He finds himself completely drawn in, eyes shut and lips latching on - and whatever this stuff is, it tastes exactly like what Credence imagines childhoods are supposed to be, happy and sun-kissed and bursting with life and flavour, and it burns just a little bit in the back of his throat.

His eyes flutter open after the second- the third sip, his body blissfully heavy, his cheeks blissfully hot. He finds Newt’s gaze never left him, and Credence’s heart beats with the sweet thrill of it.

“Is it good?” His companion asks, delight hidden in the corner of his mouth - a spark lit in his amber eyes, dark, adoring - and young Mr. Barebone knows that he’ll never get used to this.

Sure, he can get used to slobbery graphorn kisses and surprise Douglas hugs and the tickle of his silver fuzz shoved up his nostrils, why not. He can get used to Pickett’s goodnight smooches and his cuddle-demanding squees in the morning, and actually anticipate them; he can even get used to dragon eggs hatching in the most inconvenient of places and setting a good half of his and Newt’s pockets on fire, but this? He’ll never get used to this. To Newt looking at him as if the world’s biggest wonders were all held in the palm of Credence’s hand, etched in the delicate handicraft of his features. Oh, never.

He swallows thickly then, the aftertaste of Butterbeer still fuzzy and lingering on his tongue like a binding spell.

Delicious,” he croaks at last, his voice a hoarse murmur, and the all-encompassing weight of Newt’s gaze is so vivid on his lips, Credence could swear they just kissed without so much as a touch.

Let’s Go To The Beach

Title : Let’s Go To The Beach

Pairing : Castiel X Reader

Word Count : 2,720

Prompt : You and the team go out to the beach in an attempt to find mermaids. However, it turns into more than just a regular hunt when none of you can find any signs of the supernatural. In the end, you all just have to learn to have a day off… But relaxing is not as easy as it would appear when you are a trained killer. Who knew it would end up being such a hassle to have a vacation?

“This is the life.” Dean leaned back on the longue chair, folding his arms behind his head as he snuggled down in the blinding sunshine.

“But we failed to catch what we came out here for, Dean.” Sam said, leaning out over the edge of the boat, squinting despite the sunglasses on his sun-blocked nose. “Remember? We were supposed to catch a mermaid.” Sam ran a hand through his hair as he ducked back under the shade of the boat’s roof. “What am I supposed to say to that guy who lent us his boat for the day?”

“You know something, Sammy? You worry too much.” Dean smirked, closing his eyes to the sharp rays of light beating down on you.

“Just relax,” Dean murmured and Sam sighed.

“I just don’t like being stuck in the middle of the ocean when we are trying to prove that monsters exist in this area.” Sam scowled.

Dean scoffed. “You scared of the ocean?”

“No.”

Dean sat up, peaking at his brother with a smirk. “I think you are.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I’m not.”

“Perhaps we should return this boat then.” Both Sam and Dean turned at Castiel’s solemn voice. He was staring at the vastness of the ocean, his blue eyes squinted against the glare, and his button-down shirt looking much less formal all disheveled and half removed by the ocean wind. His hair was tangled wildly around his sunburned cheeks. “We could return to shore.”

“Cas,” Dean raised a hand to the angel, cocking an eyebrow. “I love you man, but for God’s sake; you need to get that stick out of your butt.” Dean pulled a beer from the six-pack by his chair and smiled. “Just try to have fun for once.” He tossed the drink at Cas to emphasize his point.

Cas caught the bottle easily, reflexes on point as usual, and he glared at Dean. “I do not have a stick up my butt.” Dean let out a snort of laughter at Castiel’s contempt. “What is fun about taking advantage of a fisherman like Hasseman?” Cas continued, looking down at the drink in his hand.

“Hey, he lent us the boat for as ‘long as we needed to catch the mermaids’, remember?”

Cas narrowed his eyes and set the beer down by his bare feet. He had rolled his long dress pants up around his knees. With a pair of sunglasses on his head in that attire, he almost looked like the owner of the yacht-like fishing boat.  Were it not for his attitude, he might have been able to play the part.

“But it is more practical to return to the port—”

“Oh, come on, Cas. We are not going back yet, are we?”

Cas whirled around at the sound of your voice, his mouth still agape as he lost thought completely.

“Wow.” Dean smiled, nodding to you as you stepped up onto the hot deck in bare feet. You stuck out your tongue at him as you passed, wearing little to nothing in your black bikini. “Y/N, never knew you had that hidden under all those delightful layers of plaid and leather and,” he raised a drink to his lips shooting Cas a smug look, “emotion.”

Cas finally managed to close his mouth, staring at you. You stepped toward him and wrapped your arms around him happily, loving the sensation of the warm salty air as it whipped through your hair. “Dean, you would never know because you never take time to dig through layers.”

“I dig.” Dean insisted indignantly, spreading his hands.

“No you don’t.”

“I’m pretty sure all of us have too many twisted layers anyway, Y/N.” Sam said, pulling off his red t-shirt with a sigh before he sat down on a lounge chair by Dean. “Your argument is invalid if all of us are equally screwed up.”

“Touché.”  You smiled as you ran your hands teasingly along the button-down seam of Castiel’s blouse. You were itching to get him out of it, but he wasn’t like Sam and Dean. He was gentler, purer, and far more fun to mess with.

You looked to Cas. “I thought we were going swimming.”

Cas was watching your fingers as they traced the buttons of his shirt. He dragged his gaze up to yours after a struggle, his cheeks pink as he took in the sight of you. “I…” He looked around, as if he forgot his argument altogether.

“Yeah, but Cas wants to go back to the port.” Dean said with a smirk. You giggled as Cas shot Dean a poisonous glare. “Isn’t that right, Castiel?”

There was a pause as Cas swallowed quickly and cleared his throat. “Well, if that’s what Y/N really wants, I’m sure a few extra minutes couldn’t hurt.”

“Sweet.” You and Dean both let out a cheer at Cas’s consent. Sam chuckled and leaned back, picking up a book he had been reading and placed it over his eyes as he settled down to rest in the shade.

You tugged on Cas’s arm happily. “Let’s go!”

“What?”

“Let’s swim, dummy.”

Cas let out a low laugh, unamused. “I don’t want to swim, Y/N.”  You turned to him, pouting and he smiled at you, blushing slightly. “Of course that doesn’t imply that you aren’t allowed to get in if you want to.”

“You like to watch, eh Cas?” Dean called, and Sam punched him as you both rolled your eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” You asked, deflated.

Cas smiled and gestured to his clothes. “I did not bring a change of clothes.”

“You could take them off.” You offered with a slight smile. You knew you wouldn’t be able to convince Cas. When he set his mind to something he was impossible to persuade.

“I’d prefer to keep my attire on my body while Dean and Sam are around.” He cast a glance at the boys. “They tend to be…” He trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Jerks?”

“Bitches?” Dean shouted, his eyes closed as he smirked to himself.

“Obnoxious.”

You let out a laugh and stepped away from him, looking over the edge of the boat into the clear, blue waters. It looked so tempting… “But how often do we get the chance to swim in a place as beautiful as this?” You undid the latch that held the ladder up against the side of the boat and it fell intot he clear, blue water with a splash. You turned back to the angel, giving him the best puppy-eyes you could muster.

“Really, Y/N, you can swim if you want to.” Cas insisted gently.

“I don’t want to alone…” You turned away and sat on the open chair by Dean, frowning.

You glanced at Cas out of the corner of your eye hopefully, praying your pouting would change his mind. But to your surprise, you heard Dean let out a groan of compliance. “Alright fine.” Before you could question him, Dean had stood up and pulled his olive-green tee over his head.

You let out a soft sigh, not wanting to cause him any trouble by compelling him to do something he didn’t want to do. “Dean, its fine. We can stay dry today—” Your voice cut off in a squeal of fright as Dean swooped over and picked you up easily in his arms.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” Dean shook his head at you as you struggled in his arms for a moment, your eyes wide with fright as he carried you to the edge of the boat. “Everything is more fun when wet.”

Before you could finish a scream of realization, Dean tossed you over the edge of the boat and you landed in the salty water with a gigantic splash.

You bobbed to the surface, sputtering and coughing, rubbing the sea water out of your eyes. You blinked up to see Dean laughing so hard he was doubled over on the edge of the boat, Castiel and Sam rushing to see what had happened. You frowned, despite the fact that the water felt amazing and it was good to hear the Winchester’s laugh again.

“DEAN!” You shouted, as a gentle wave cradled you in the warm water, bobbing you up and down. “What the heck?!”

Dean let out a final chuckle, wiping his eyes as Sam came up behind him. “How’s the water, sweetheart?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, pushing your wet tresses back from your forehead. You glared up at Dean. “Delightful.” You cast him a sudden smile, laying back on the waves, enjoying the sun on your face. “I’m surrounded by idiots on a boat and potential mermaids in the water. I’m actually happy down here, thank you very much!” You turned and started swimming around indignantly.

You smiled to yourself, paddling a little ways away.

“Y/N, don’t go too far.” You frowned a little at Castiel’s worried voice.

You turned on your back to look at him from where he perched on the boat. His eyes were locked on you attentively. You smirked to yourself as you realized you had his full, rapt attention. You pushed your hair back from your face and fluttered your eyes at him as seductively as you could. “Nothing’s going to happen, Cas. You’d jump in to save me wouldn’t you?”

You heard Sam chuckle as Castiel flushed a little pink as you shimmied away from him on your back, swimming tauntingly around the boat. Cas’s eyes were locked on you. You smiled to yourself, mentally praising the way you were holding his attention so strongly.

You closed your eyes against the brightness of the sun, ducking under the waves for a few seconds. The sound of the ocean was dull and muffled under water, but it was still magical. You reemerged a few moments later, wiping the water from your face.

But as you resurfaced, you heard a low, raspy voice call out from the deck. “Oh my god, what is that?!”

You whipped around in the water, the concern in Dean’s voice setting you on edge. “What?”

Dean pointed, running to the very edge of the boat, his eyes narrowed in suspicion and fear. “That, in the water!”

You spun a quick circle. You could not see anything.

“What is it?” Castiel’s voice was full of protective roughness as he came up beside Dean, his eyes wide and searching the water.

“In the water next to Y/N.” Dean pointed.

CAs leaned over, his eyes narrowed at the waves.

“It looks like…” Dean shifted a centimeter closer to Castiel, and his frown suddenly vanished into a grin, “an angel.”

Before any of you could react, Dean stepped behind Cas and shoved him hard in the back. Your eyes flew wide in shock and amusement as a low growl of shock ripped from Cas’s throat before he hit the water in a loud splash. You let out a laugh as Dean wiped his hands in front of him, as if satisfied with his work. He shot you a look as Cas surfaced a few feet away, sputtering something in Enochian, “You’re welcome.”

“You really are so charming.” You laughed as you paddled toward Castiel, shooting Dean a sarcastic smirk.  

Castiel frowned, swimming in a sloppy circle before he shot Dean a deadly glare. “What was the purpose of that?!” He snarled, but a wave cut him off, filling his mouth with salty water. He spit it out and frowned up at Dean as Sam came up to stand beside his brother.

“Come on, Cas. It’s not that bad.”

At your voice, Castiel turned around in the water, his anger melting away. You almost giggled out loud as he swam toward you, his blue eyes searching your face with a look of pure, unadulterated concern. “Are you alright?” His voice rumbled, so deep and powerful, you were sure that ripples would cast out from his rib cage.

“I’m wonderful.” You smiled, swimming closer to him, nuzzling under his chin as you paddled beside him. You cast a quick peek at his chest. His button down white shirt was clinging to his well-built chest, and you had to look away quickly so that he wouldn’t notice.

That and you were about to drool. You couldn’t help it. He was flipping gorgeous, his tangled hair dripping and sparkling as if diamonds were being cast of his ebony locks, his clothes clinging to his body, his blue eyes matching the color of the mesmerizing waves.

There was a moment of silence as you cast him a sweet smile before paddling away. Or you would have, if Castiel hadn’t caught hold of your wrist and pulled you tightly to his chest. You almost let out a gasp of delight at the contact, clinging to his strong chest as your eyes flittered up to his. He blinked at you, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“You are blushing.”

You looked away, finding it hard not to smile. “It’s the heat…”

Castiel was still for a long moment, his eyes fixed on your face. “Liar.”

You blinked for a moment, caught off guard like a giggling school girl. “I forgot angels were so perceptive…” You took a moment to regain your composer. Castiel was yours, after all. You didn’t need to be so intimidated by him. You took a deep breath and leaned into his chest. Castiel was still studying your face as you leaned in and pressed your mouth to his, cutting off a gentle breath of question that hovered on his perfect lips.

He always tasted so sweet, almost impossibly so. Now he tasted ever so slightly of salt, and you smiled against his lips as his fingers gently lingered above your shoulders, as if he was afraid to touch your exposed body. You leaned harder into him, enjoying the strangle sound that rumbled from his chest as you pressed your body flush against his.

“Y/N…”

“Hmm?” You purred, running your fingers through his hair as he shifted under you. You grinned, pulling back to admire your work, only to laugh under your breath at the way his hair was sticking up at all angles on top of his head.

“I love you.” Castiel smiled, a warm growl erupting from his throat. You shivered in anticipation at the sound, so feral and wild and un-earthly. He was so distant form you in moments like this, so desperate for you that he seemed more alien than ever, and yet, you were the closest in these moments as well. Your breath escaped you in a rush as he leaned into you and pressed a wide open kiss to your neck. His fingers moved and started to fiddle with the strings of your bikini ties and you blinked open your eyes.

Up on the deck, Dean and Sam were staring at you with amused grins on their faces.

“We shouldn’t…” You finally ground out, barely managing to finish as Castiel pulled your hand up to his mouth and pressed his lips to your fingers deliciously.  “Not here.” He frowned for a moment and you cast a quick look up at the boys.

Castiel frowned. He looked back to you. “Let them stare.”

You let out a little giggle. “It’s not about me. It’s…” You snuggled up into Castiel’s arms with a smile. “I don’t want them to have the satisfaction of knowing they can throw us into the ocean whenever they feel like it.”

Castiel frowned. “So you are insinuating we should educate them?”

You grinned. “Do angels have power over the elements or is that just Jesus?”

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“See?” Dean leaned back, away from the edge of the boat with a proud smirk. “Sometimes you just need to push people together.”

Sam rolled his eyes and sat down on the lounge chair on the deck, sliding his sunglasses down his nose. “Whatever. They are already together. I don’t know what you feel like you have accomplished.”

Dean smiled to himself, folding his arms smugly. “I’m an awesome match-maker, Sammy. Admit it.”

Sam rolled his eyes.

Neither of them could see the giant wave that was traveling toward them from Castiel’s direction.

As it turns out, angel wings can move more than just air.

Arrow Summer Movie AU Challenge– 80′s Movies (Week 10)

Top Gun AU

On March 3, 1969 the United States Navy established an elite school for the top one percent of its pilots. Its purpose was to teach the lost art of aerial combat and to insure that the handful of men who graduated were the best fighter pilots in the world. They succeeded. Today, the Navy calls it Fighter Weapons School. The flyers call it: TOP GUN.

Oliver “Maverick” Queen knew after the first day of Fighter Weapons School that he would be number one in the class.  It didn’t matter that everyone else in that room was at the top of wherever they came from– because Oliver had something none of them did.  He had style.  Plus, he had the best RIO by his side, Tommy “Goose” Merlyn, who alternated between getting Oliver into more trouble, and getting him out of it.

They found a bar that evening after their introduction to the school, somewhere to blow off some steam, meet some people in the area, make the acquaintance of some beautiful and local women– women who may or may not be enthused by the look of a man in uniform.  They certainly didn’t wear their dress whites to the bar for each other.

“This is what I call a target rich environment,” Oliver said with a grin as he dropped onto a bar stool and looked around. The women were abundant, the skirts were short and the skin was tanned.  Oliver was going to fit in just fine in southern California, he was sure of it.

Tommy clamped a hand over Oliver’s shoulder with a disapproving eye roll.  “You live your life between your legs, man.”

“I remember a not so distant past in which we both lived that way,” Oliver answered.  Because for as long as they’d been partners in an F14, they were friends first and foremost.  They had been wild in their youth and even though Tommy had settled down with Laurel- gotten married and now had a 4 year old son, Oliver hadn’t been lucky enough to find someone worth taming his wild ways.  Sometimes he envied having someone to come home to, but mostly he just lived his life and enjoyed being in the moment.  And at that moment, his life was looking pretty spectacular.

“Hey Mav,” Tommy said, taking a seat beside Oliver at the bar and gesturing to a man in the back corner.  “You want to know who the best is?  That’s him.  Ice Man.”

Oliver had heard of Slade “Ice Man” Wilson.  He was cold and calculated and strict.  He clung to the rule book with precision and his accuracy at carrying out missions couldn’t be rivaled.  But that didn’t make him better than Oliver.  It just made Ice Man a good and dutiful soldier.  Nothing more.

“Hey Mother Goose,” Slade grinned at Tommy, coming over to them.  “Who’s butt did you kiss to get in here?”

“The list is long, but distinguished,” the man in question answered.

“Yeah, well, so is my johnson.”

Tommy let the quip go. “So Slade, this is Oliver Queen.  Ollie, this is Slade Wilson.”

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For @viper-seven: further adventures of kitten-shapeshifter Seb and white witch Chris, who has just run into a neighbor’s burning house to rescue people…

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Chris stumbles down the sidewalk. His arms burn; his lungs burn, shredded by smoke. The girl’s weight drags at him, and he stumbles, but then they’re out, he can feel heat chasing them close but they’re out, and he sets her down as she squirms.

She runs to her mother. He turns, staggering. The blaze sears his eyes; he shuts them, searching with other senses. His own magic’s long depleted; he’s wrapped in the comforting rippling shields of Sebastian’s power, which invisibly wreathes his body, runs up and down his arms, tastes like blue spun sugar, and ruffles like kitten-fur velvet, keeping him safe. He borrows some of that power to fling out into every crevice of the house: hunting for scraps of life, kids or grandmothers or pets he’s missed.

He’s aware that he’s been leaning on Sebastian too long. His kitten doesn’t draw back—it’s not a telepathic link, though sometimes emotions bleed along the channel—but pushes more strength his way, willingly offered, wide open, giving. Keeping smoke damage at bay. Healing minor burns and nicks from stumbling through flame.

The house is empty, he thinks, and he turns back toward the sidewalk; he staggers as the roof falls in, as the conflagration roars. The mother runs to him, thanking him; he manages to answer, blurry with exhaustion.

More exhaustion than he should be feeling. He’s okay, physically. Sebastian made sure of that. Sebastian—

He can’t feel Sebastian.

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