how could you kill him

*sees a skinny Taako*

My BOI mY Boi There he is goddAMn MY B O I. T HA T  IS  H Im ThERe.

*sees a chubby Taako*

My BOI mY Boi There he is goddAMn MY B O I. T HA T  IS H Im ThERe.

*sees a green/white/brown/gray/purple Taako*

My BOI mY Boi There he is goddAMn MY B O I. T HA T  IS H Im ThERe.

*fashionable Taako/fashion disaster Taako*

My BOI mY Boi There he is goddAMn MY B O I. T HA T  IS H Im ThERe. 

Just T A A K O.

Okay, but imagine if...

Cedric Diggory hadn’t died.

Imagine, just for a moment, that when they take the portkey, instead of an Avada Kedavra, it’s a Stupefy that hits him. Or that the AK misses him by an inch, hits a grave instead, knocks him out for a second.

Imagine that everybody forgets about the Hufflepuff boy out cold on the floor, because they are so intent on resurrecting Voldemort. Peter forgets as he ties Harry to that statue. Voldemort forgets as he is dumped into a cauldron full of flesh and bone and blood. And every death eater that comes sooner or later, well, no one tells them about the boy either - there are more pressing concerns.

However, Harry doesn’t forget. Because Harry has been in that sort of situation since he was eleven. He’s used to looking out for others, by now. Hermione and the Troll, Ron on the chess game, Ginny in the Chamber, Sirius and Hagrid and even Buckbeak- Harry always looks out for everyone, and never forgets about anyone, even if they are not really his friends.

So while he stares in horror, while he’s powerless and sees his greatest foe come back to life, a tiny part of his mind is screaming at him to check on Cedric, to get them out of here. Both. Alive.

Now let’s say that the ceremony, and the Death Eater meeting after the resurrection takes time. Lots of it. Let’s say that Voldemort, being the drama queen he obviously is, takes his time, and enjoys every single second of attention he gets from his followers and that Potter brat.

Let’s say he takes enough time for Cedric to come back to consciousness.

He awakes, lying in the grass and dirt, surrounded by bits of stone, his head aching and confused. The cup is laying about, not too far from him, and he could take it to go back but- he’s a Hufflepuff. He’s loyal. He doesn’t forget either, and that’s why, even if he’s confused about why or how he’s here, he doesn’t take the cup and goes searching for Harry.

Now, the tournament is a vicious thing, isn’t it ? Who’s to say to poor confused Cedric that this is not one more, secret, task ?

So Cedric goes looking, wand in hand, ready to fight, because he’s a Hogwart champion - and really, a Graveyard ? That’s creepy. And because he’s on his guard, and he’s moving around silently, no one notices him creeping behind one of the graves. No one notices the Hufflepuff boy, his horrified expression, and his frantic gaze as he slowly understands that no, that wasn’t a task, and that wasn’t a dream either.

Maybe not even Harry, or maybe he does, but that’s not the important thing.

The important thing is that being in Hufflepuff doesn’t make you stupid at all. The important thing is that Cedric is a champion, and smart, and a quick thinker and a hard worker.

The important thing is that Cedric thinks fast, and casts an ‘Accio’ on the cup as he runs towards Harry while he duels Voldemort.

He breaks through the crowd of amazed and struck Death Eaters, catches Harry’s arm with one hand, and with Seeker reflexes, catches the cup with the other.

Cedric lives, and both Harry and him go back to Hogwarts, terrified, bloody, and flinching away from the sudden noise coming from the public. They both live, and thus no one notices that something is amiss immediately, no one sees their wild glances around - as if someone was still out to kill them. The public cheers, and sings the victory of both Hogwart’s champions, and they are suddenly hugged by their families - the Diggorys and Weasleys.

No one notices, and that’s why when the noise dies down, and someone casts a sonorus on them to ask them how they feel about that victory, everyone hears them say, in a still disbelieving and trembling voice.

“He’s back.”

Obviously, everyone is confused, but they start talking, a bit over each other really, but they are in shock - and they say he’s back, Voldemort’s back, and he took my blood, and we were in a graveyard, and I was knocked out, missed most of the ritual, but it was him, yeah, and there were Death Eaters, in a circle, torturing Harry, horrible, had to get away, he’s back, he’s back.

And that’s when the people notice their faces, the blood, Harry twitching fingers - cruciatus - and their wands still clenched in their fingers, as if ready to attack anyone on sight.

This time, though, Harry doesn’t get ushered away by fake-Moody - because Cedric still has a hand gripping his arm, and wont let go for the world. He tells Dumbledore, and their families, though, when the Headmaster asks them to talk “More calmly and clearly, please, young men” at the Infirmary. Barty Crouch Jr is still apprehended, and the real Moody discovered, and it puts their incredible tale in a new, horrific and real, light.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived.

Two witnesses of His return. One is Harry Potter, Hero and Saviour of the Wizarding world. The second is beloved Hufflepuff Prefect Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion. Even if people didn’t believe the first, they would believe the second, and vice versa.

Obviously, the ministry doesn’t take it well, but Amos Diggory and the Weasleys, and Dumbledore make a move together. Susan Bones helps her fellow Hufflepuff by contacting her aunt. Together, they get memory evidence - and they even agree on submitting to truth serum.

Because if Harry alone couldn’t do it - or had no idea he could - Cedric is there, and his father works at the Ministry, and he’s a seventh year. He knows more, and he has people ready to help him - and if he asks them, to help Harry Potter.

Sure, the ministry would try to get all this under the rug, but they couldn’t. Because Weasleys, and Diggorys, and Dumbledore, and Bones, and even Longbottom and soon every name that has a contact in Hogwarts - except some of the Death Eaters - are pushing for the truth to get out, and with a bit of blackmail, Rita helps - and this time, the Daily Prophet can’t repress all of them.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived, and how the war would have turned.

Imagine just.

anonymous asked:

Can I request something? RFA + V & Saeran finding out MC has feelings for them.. but they don't feel the same way? ToT.



- You admitted it after a cute movie the two of you had watched. Little movie hang outs being a well-welcomed habit between the two of you

- But, as the words started pouring out, his expression turned so sad.

- “Mc… I really appreciate it, I do! I just… I don’t think we’d be good together.”

- Mr. Never-Had-A-Girlfriend was rejecting you, even after such flirting from before?

- When you asked him about that, he rubbed the back of his neck, unable to look you in the eyes.

- “Well… I think I was just confusing my feelings for you. I realized I just really admired you instead, and it was never anything more than that.”

- He was still sweet enough to try cheering you up when you started crying a bit. He even went on to tell you that just because he didn’t return your feelings, that it didn’t mean no one liked you at all.

- (In fact Zen had been making some hints towards you)

- But even after all his kind words, the two of you slowly stopped hanging out. It was hard talking to each other, and sometimes difficult even being in the same room.

- You kept it simple in the chat, but after every time you met in person, it was hard not to have the tears well up again.


- You decided to mail him a cute romantic letter. That way when he picked up his fan mail, he’d have a nice surprise from you!

- It was so worrying writing the letter. You wrote it over about five times before you finally sent it- With a stamp and card that reminded you of him.

- So you waited a day or two, and then you finally received a call from him.

- “Heyyy, Mc,”

- You giggled and greeted him back. “Did you get my letter?”

- “I did, I did. That’s, uh. Why I called…

- His tone wasn’t what you were expecting, and you frowned while waiting for him to continue.

- “It’s a sweet letter, it really is, and it’s so thoughtful, but… Mc, I think you don’t really like me for me.”

- “…What do you mean?”

- “All this stuff you wrote- It’s exactly what my fans write about the characters I portray. It isn’t anything about the real me. Just the me up on stage. I’m sorry, Mc. I… I don’t think it would be good for us to go out together. I think you’d just be disappointed.

- Your heart snapped. You couldn’t help it- The sniffles coming from your end as he bounced around from trying to cheer you up, to explaining how it was for the best.

- But you couldn’t do it. You hung up on him.

- He didn’t even try calling back.

- From then on, any time he popped in while you were on the chat, you instantly logged off. Any time Jaehee got a bit too excited about his new plays, you popped off. Hell, even when Jumin let out a small complaint about Zen you found your chest constricting and needing to go cry privately.

- The parties were hard, but at least he was always swarmed by fans.


- To see him, you had to work within his schedule. His busy, hectic, schedule.

- When you walked in after thanking Jaehee, you fumbled with your hands.

- “What were you needed to discuss? Was it about the next party? Any funds that are needed I’ll be willing to cover.”

- “No, no, it’s not about that.”

- He finally brought his head up from his paperwork, giving you a curious look.

- “Jumin, lately I’ve realized my feelings-”

- “I’m sorry, Mc, but no.”

- He… he didn’t give you a chance to even finish.

- “I’ve noticed for a while you had started acting like most women towards me, so I knew this day was coming, but no. Don’t worry, I’ll still talk to you. The RFA needs to continue the parties, anyway.”

- You stood awkwardly for a moment before nodding a bit and excusing yourself.

- You didn’t get on the chat for a few days, or even open up the app. When you did, you were greeted with so many texts.

- Of course Jumin had nonchalantly mentioned it! You felt so stupid, so childish.

- You couldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore.


- He knew it as soon as you started bouncing jokes right back at him

- He knew it the moment you didn’t care he was pushing you away, the moment you promised to help him find his brother.

- He knew it, and it hurt so much.

- After the commotion died down, you had tied a note around the little cat robot he made for you, and had it surprise him one day. You thought it would be cute!

- You thought he liked you back.

- But suddenly you were spammed with on onslaught of messages.

- “I’m sorry, Mc, I’m so so sorry.”

- That was the basic summary of the messages. He felt so bad, you could tell from his texts, but he still couldn’t afford someone getting close to him. Not with his past.

- Not with his brother still having issues.

- “I love you, I do, just not like that. I won’t be able to ever love anyone like that.”

- You ended up getting rid of the stuff he had made for you, but you still kept the cat.

- At least it was able to cheer you up.


- While it was true she was into girls… She couldn’t bring herself to actually date one.

- The worries of being openly together, the worries of being attacked or yelled at… She couldn’t live that life, much less could she do that to you.

- When you admitted your feelings to her, with a cute cookie set that spelled it out, she felt her heart drop as she rejected you.

- It was for the best, you both knew it, but god that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

- She tried cheering you up, but what could she do?

- Everytime she was on the chat, you tried your best to converse with her, but it was clear to everyone you were still hurting

- She was still hurting


- You had made him such a cute and sweet letter in brail. He had recently fully learned it, something he was so proud of.

- So you mentioned you had a surprise and handed him your special letter.

- He was smiling at first, but as his fingers ran through the letter, his smile quickly faded.

- He ended up putting the letter to the side halfway through.

- “Mc… You know I still love her.”

- You were suddenly thankful he couldn’t see you that well. Your fists clenched, your eyes watered, and you even felt that familiar hot buildup of saliva in your mouth.

- You wanted to puke.

- “I know…I know feelings are so easy to catch, I know your feelings are most likely sincere. But I’m sorry. I can’t let go of her. I don’t think I ever can.”

- You put on a fake voice, smiling and trying to act like you understood.

- But how could he still be so blindly in love with someone who caused him so much pain?

- You didn’t visit him again after that. Jumin was a bit concerned, but after meeting with V again he knew.

- RFA parties were really awkward after that.


- How could you have feelings for someone like him? How could you like someone who had killed people with his bare hands?

- The moment you handed him such a cutesy pink letter, he didn’t want to read it. You could see the apprehension etched on his face.

- When he crumpled up the letter, you realised maybe he wasn’t as recovered as he seemed.

- “You can’t handle me, mc, don’t even pretend that you can.”

- You tried to explain yourself a bit, not expecting him to get so upset, but that just made the issue worse.

- “I can’t trust you! You don’t know me! You don’t know anything about me, expect I’m the ‘poor person’ with a horrible childhood and I was taken in by some cult. Hell, my own brother doesn’t even know me yet. Why the hell do you think you know me?”

- You couldn’t talk, you just bit your lip and tried not to make your tears too obvious, but that failed when he threw your letter at you.

- “Get out of my sight.”

- Later on, when you finally managed to look at your phone, you saw so many texts from Seven, apologizing for Saeran’s behavior, but honestly… You knew he was right.

- You didn’t know him.

Feelings (13 Reasons Why Jeff Imagine)

Description: After Jeff died, people tell you to talk about your feelings about him and his death.

Request: none

So I was looking at the promts from a list a reblogged and found this.

“16. ‘I never meant to hurt you.’“

Warning: Death mention, suicide mention

You were walking to Communications Class, your favorite class once upon a time. That was before Jeff died. Now the class just reminded of you and how much you missed him. Your teacher and your parents kept telling you that you needed to communicate with people about how you were feeling, so you were forced to arrive to that class early every morning.

“(Y/N),” Mrs. Bradley said as you walked into class this morning. “How are you this morning?” She asked you this every morning, and the answer hadn’t changed. You were terrible, but how could you actually say that? You hadn’t cried about the accident. You wanted to. You love Jeff, but you just couldn’t cry.

“Fine,” you replied quietly. “(Y/N), I thought we talked with Mr. Porter about trying to make progress about communicating your feelings.”

You heard that Hannah Baker had talked Mr. Porter before she killed herself, so how could you possibly trust him with your feelings when he let her down?

“I don’t trust him, so I don’t want to communicate with him,” you mumbled.

“Okay,” she looked at you worridly. “Why don’t you trust him?”

“I know about the lawsuit with Hannah’s parents. I know she went to talk to him, and he let her down. I don’t want to be let down by anyone anymore.”

“Those are big accusations, (Y/N). Just…be careful what you say about other people. You could really hurt-”

“I’m hurt! My boyfriend died because one of my best friends did a stupid thing! I shouldn’t have to talk to someone I don’t want to, and quite honestly, coming here every morning isn’t helping me.”

“You’re not trying. That’s why. Why don’t you talk to Sheri today? Tell her how you feel?”

“How can I do that. She basically-”

“I know what she did. Talk to her,” Mrs. Bradley said as the bell rang and your classmates started coming in the class.

You took your seat at your table. The other kids assigned to your table didn’t talk to you, as usual. Ever since the accident, Justin and Zach would just look at you sadly, but never speak.

“All right, everyone,” Mrs. Bradley said as everyone got in their seats. “Today we are going to talk about grief, seeing as there is a lot of it around here.”

“Can we please stop talking about this? We get it a girl killed-”

“Montgomery, I was referring to Jeff. Drinking and driving is-”

“He wasn’t drinking,” you said.

“(Y/N), we’ve missed your participation in class-”

“Jeff wasn’t drinking. That’s why they asked him to go. He was the most sober one at the party.”

“Who’s they?”

Justin and his friends stared you down, making sure that they weren’t responsible.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t around,”

“How do you know he wasn’t drunk?”

“I was with him the entire time until he left.”

“(Y/N), we appreciate your participation, although-”

“I just don’t understand. You started talking about grief, and now you’re blaming him for drinking and driving when there’s evidence that he wasn’t. Can we please just talk about literally anything else?”

“You can go to the principal’s office. I will not let you interrupt me anymore. You might not want to communicate with others, but some might want to learn how to communicate their feelings of grief.”

“I think (Y/N) just wants the lesson to not be so specific. Maybe if you speak more generally, it would help her and her grief,” Clay finally spoke up.

“(Y/N), please go to the office.”

You grabbed your stuff and walked out the door. You walked to the bathroom and saw Sheri. Well, Mrs. Bradley wanted you to talk to her, so you approached the sink next to the mirror she was looking at. “Hey, (Y/N). How are you?”

“How do you think?” you looked down at your hands. “I know what you did.”

“You do?”

“I know you knocked down the stop sign. I know you didn’t call anyone. I know that’s the intersection where Jeff died. I know everything.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I just can’t come forward about this. If colleges see that-”

“My boyfriend died because you did that! Why didn’t you tell me? We’re best friends.”

“(Y/N), I never meant to hurt you, or Jeff, or anybody. It was an accident.”

“His parents still think that he was drinking! They won’t believe me when I told them. Mrs. Bradley doesn’t believe me. No one believes me.”

“His parents know.”


“Clay Jensen told them. He knew about everything. He found Jeff at the accident.”

“He did?”

“Yeah, he loved him, too, so did I. We all did. You’re not the only one grieving.”

“It sure feels like it.”


Can you do an imagine where one of the boys,(whoever you want) finds like a secret stash of pictures or like a photo album dedicated to the accomplishments of them as their superhero identity? Does this make sense? 

@batman-robin I hope this is what you meant by your request. I did it based on my Jay-Bear and  I tried really hard on this at 12:16 in the morning. I hope you like it!! 


“Hey Y/N. Have you seen my black boots anywhere?”

You were too busy in the shower to actually look for his boots for him so you went ahead and yelled back at him. “They’re under the bed Jason.”

“I already looked under the bed hun.” he replied, looking under the bed again.

“Well maybe you didn’t look hard enough…” you mumbled under your breath.

“What was that sweet cheeks?”

“Uhh…I said I’ll be out in a minute to help you look for them.”

“Yea. That’s what I thought you said.”

You rolled your eyes as you rinsed the rest of the soap off of your body. You and Jason have been dating for over a year now and you guys have been living together for over 3 months. It’s been pretty good, considering the fact that Jason has been working night shifts from his job. You never noticed how many times he gets hurts on his job, with the amount of times he comes home bruised and bloody. You are concerned. Hell, you were just flat out worried. You don’t say anything though.If he’s happy, then you are happy. Besides, you have your own little hobby after he leaves for work.

You grab your (f/c) towel and wrap it around you. You then walk into the bedroom to help Jason look for his shoes. “Alright Jason. Last time I saw them, they were under the bed. So unless they got up and walked themselves straight out of that door, they have to be under the bed.”

Jason didn’t say anything to you when you walked in. You thought it was strange because Jason is NEVER quiet. EVER.

“Jason? Are you alright?”

That is when you saw it. Your little “hobby” that you have worked hard on for almost a year. It was your box. And inside that box, there were photos. Not just any photos. Photos of the vigilante himself, Red Hood. Every night, you would go out and look for the Red Hood. where ever he was, just to snap a photo of him. Whether it was fighting a bad guy or protecting a citizen, you were there with your camera getting every heroic deed. And now your boyfriend has found your little secret.

He looked at you with questioning eyes and all you could do was shrug. “You mind explaining these?”

You walked over your drawer and pulled out some underwear. “Where should I begin?”

“The beginning would be fine.”

You sighed as you looked for your favorite pair of underwear. “I’ve been taking pictures of the Red Hood.”

“For how long?”

“A little over a year.” You found your underwear and pajamas and motioned with your finger to tell Jason to turn around. When he did, you proceeded dressing. “It was a little bit before we were dating.”

“I can see that.” He sat on the bed and looked at some more photos. When you were done dressing, you came to sit next to him and looked at the picture he was looking at.

“This one was one of my favorites.” You said, grabbing the picture from him. “He was saving a little girl from a burning building on this date. I think it was April 23rd.”

“Do you have a crush on the Red Hood or something?” he asked, getting tense.

You looked at him questioningly. “It’s not like I have a crush on him. I admire him. He does a lot of good for the city.”

“But you know he is a bad guy right?” he said, “He killed a lot of people, ruled over crime bosses. Hell, even almost killed Batman. How could you admire him.”

You shrugged again. “Yeah well, I only get the good shots of him. He still does good deeds. He’s like Batman, but not in way. Batman puts fear into his enemies but Red Hood does things that Batman won’t do. He also does some heroic stuff of his own, Jason. Sure he’s done a lot of wrong but…” You took another picture out of the box and showed it to Jason. It was a picture of him hugging the little girl. “…he does a lot of good for the city too. I admire him Jason. I really do. I hope one day I could meet hi-.”

Jason interrupted you with a kiss. It wasn’t his usual kiss that he gave you. This one was like a sigh of relief kind of kiss. You didn’t know why he would feel that way but you gladly took the kiss anyway and holding him tight.

“You know I think you are crazy right?” he replied after the kiss.

“You’re the crazy one if it gets you hot and bothered from me talking about another man.” you replied. You got up from the bed and headed towards the living room. “I’m gonna order a pizza for dinner and put Netflix on. That cool?”

He smirked. “Sounds like a perfect Netflix and Chill night.”

“Say that again and you won’t get any “chill” tonight.” you said, smacking your ass as you walked away towards the living room.

He looked at all the photos again as he put them all back into the box. He would tell you that he was Red Hood eventually, but right now he just wants you to be able to live a normal life. Though hearing you say all that stuff about him and how you admire him, makes him feel a little more better about himself.

“Damn I’m so photogenic. I beat Dick by a mile. Can’t wait to tell him this.” He put the box under the bed and headed towards the living room with you.

Move On (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Requested: Yes

@arianaelffairy : could you do an imagine where reader is newts wife and they come back to new york and tina gets jelly legs (jealous). Maybe a bit of smut or full out smut.

Word Count: 877

A/N: I’m sorry to say that I do not write smut, however, I still wrote the story with a little (or quite large) twist! I didn’t mean for things to get so sad and emotional but I guess it just happened? Arg, I’m sorry for changing it so much and I’m sorry if it’s bad. Oh well, thanks for reading anyways!


“She’ll be thrilled! Queenie too, I’m sure. It has been a while since we’ve seen them last but they’ll definitely be happy for us?”

You raise an eyebrow at your husband skeptically, and he sighs. You nervously fidget your wedding ring, a habit you had obtained after your marriage to Newt. It felt comforting and was definitely better than biting your fingernails.

“That last part sounded like a question. Are you sure Tina won’t freak out? We both know how much she likes you…”

He shrugs, “It’s not my fault I fell in love with you. She’ll understand, you know how much she cares about you, about all of us.”

You smile, still feeling nervous about seeing your friends again. It has been over three months since you’ve last seen the Goldstein sisters and you were excited, though nervous to see how they’d react. You loved them and you knew they loved you too, but you didn’t want to create any unnecessary conflict or drama…

“Should be quite alright.” he continues, grabbing your hand. “Besides, she’s a strong one. A little surprise won’t kill her.”


“WHAT? YOU MARRIED HIM? HOW COULD YOU?” Tina screams, smacking you across the face, leaving a scorching red mark.

Okay, so that isn’t exactly what happened but you wished that Tina had slapped you instead of doing what she actually did. It would have broken your heart less.

Instead, her eyes widened, shining sadly as she stood beside you, silently taking everything in. She was definitely the opposite of thrilled. Queenie noticed this, and took her hand gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
You could’ve sworn your heart had just shattered into pieces.

“Dinner will be ready shortly!” Queenie says brightly, attempting to light up the mood.
Tina nods and walks out of the kitchen and to her room. You could see her shaking slightly, her eyes glazed. You flinch when you hear the door slam quickly. You look over at Newt to see whether he felt as uncomfortable as you did. Looking concerned, he starts to follow Tina to her room but you quickly extend your arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“I’ve got this,” you whisper into his ear and he sighs. “We don’t want to make this worse.”

Taking a deep breath, you walk to her room and knock gently on her door. She creaks it open and you see only her eyes, red and puffy. You would have taken the slap across the face instead of this without hesitation, it would be better than seeing your best friend so…unhappy. She opens the door wide enough for you to slip in.

You gently take her hand and sit her down on her bed. She slumps, looking down at the decorative bed spread and you sigh, plopping down next to her.
You can tell that she’s holding it in for your sake but she shivers, and you lean closer to her for support.

“(Y/N), I’m s-sorry,” she murmurs, tears streaking across her pale face. “I’m overreacting, I should be celebrating with you! But here I am, crying over a guy who I never had a chance with…”

She trails off, and your heart breaks again, if even possible.

“Shhh, Tina. I’m so sorry! I wouldn’t have married him if I knew what it’d do to you! I’m such a bad friend I’m so-”

She cuts you off, the smallest traces of a smile lingering on her face. She shakes her head.

“No, he makes you happy and that’s all that matters to me.”


“(Y/N), I will be able to move on. I love you and I am truly content that you and Newt have found each other. Don’t worry about me. My heart will mend, eventually…”
She becomes silent once more and you hug her, pulling her close and the two of you stay like that, not daring to move a muscle.


“Do you love her?” Tina barely whispers to Newt, as both of them watched you and Queenie play with the Mooncalves.

Newt blinks, more worried than surprised. But he answers without hesitation.

“Yes. More than anything. She completes me and I hope that I mean as much to her as she does to me.”

Tina nods, “She does.”

She walks silently away on the balls of her toes but Newt reaches out to stop her.

“Listen, Tina. I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you, but please don’t blame (Y/N). Blame me. I’m terribly sorry and if there’s anything I can do…”

She blinks back tears again, however this time she didn’t think they were tears of sadness. Just tears of understanding and something else…an unidentifiable emotion. Perhaps happiness or relief.

“I don’t blame either of you.” she murmurs, a small, but very real smile spreading across her face.

“I promise that there is someone out there for you, and I vow that I will help you find that someone.”

She nods appreciatively and heads towards the exit of his case.

“I’ll move on,” she calls, not turning back to face him. “I always do.”

Queenie smiles, closing her eyes in bliss. A strong and powerful girl, she was. And she was proud to be able to call Tina her sister.

Because Of Snape// Fred Weasley smut

Warnings: Smut and swearing

Word Count: 2200+

Pairing: Fred X Reader

Requested: By 2 anons and @my-unique-mind

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

Hate colors the soul with the finest of paints. It flows throughout the entire system, shutting down all other feelings, and becoming the focus of the life and the intent of a person. You turn your attention to other matters. For a time you’re driven in other directions, but then the wave of ill thoughts return with a retaliation. He was so annoying, loud, and irrelevant, yet, he made himself seem so important. Once again the soul is colored completely, and all the negative energy that one can muster is thrown into the imagined ill will racing wildly around the mind.

Snape liked Slytherin students more than any other house. But when he began to take a liking to a well behaved Ravenclaw student, it was a surprise. Fred Weasley was sure to make fun of you for it. Always teasing you about how you were in Snape’s good graces and how you slept with your teachers to get to the top. Fred made you so angry, you felt more hatred for him than you felt for Draco Malfoy. Fred thought of making you angry as an art, a subject he always got O’s on. So when you had potions class together at second period, he was sure to make it hell.

Snape left his room for less than a minute and Fred was already starting trouble with you. He was a table ahead and undoubtedly he turned around and started to cause a fuss. Instead of saying some vulgar remarks, he drops a mandragora root into your potion. With a splash, your bright blue potion turned dark purple. You looked up to the two snickering boys.

You wanted to cry. This was a hard potion; it was all going right until he came and messed it up. You glared at Fred madly as George looked at him with a warning stare. George knew better than to mess with a girl that was possibly smarter than Granger herself.

“HOW DARE YOU?” You yelled at him causing half the class to look at you and the other half to chuckle. They already had gotten used to the bickering. “You think this is funny?” you snap. He glares at you with hate in his dull eyes.

“You are an extremely stupid girl. Aren’t you? I’m guessing your mother had it in with Snape?”

Every time he opened his mouth you got angrier. You had to restart the potion before Snape got back or you would lose you status with him. You could not afford to lose a relationship with a guarded teacher that you worked five years to build. You worked harder and faster and managed to catch up to the class. Of course, the Weasel kept talking. “That’s not the right way, you’re supposed to put this before this.” You swallowed your retort and kept going.

“You brain-dead cockroach, I’d like to see you get a grade the way I get an O in this class.” Weasley stood silent, getting an O from Snape was unheard of. You looked at his potion and laughed wildly. “Also, your potion is supposed to be a blue color, not dark brown.” As if Snape read your mind he walked into class declaring that he would check everyone’s potions. Fred frantically looked at his potion and threw stuff in. Snape walked to you first.

“Great Y/L/N, I see you have a talent for making potions!” He walked away quietly turning back into his usual dull attitude. He walked over towards Fred’s cauldron and scolded. He took a little wooden spoon and dumped it into the brown sludge. He brought the spoon back to his nose and smelled it. He dropped it back into the cauldron, a frown took over his features. “Perhaps you could take a few pointers from Ms. Y/L/N,” he moved along. You laughed along with the Slytherin folks who were ready to see any and all Gryffindor’s fail. Weasley, however, was not happy.

After a long boring lecture in class, Snape called you and Fred to his desk where he sat down coolly. While the class got their bags and left, you had to stand inches from Fred. Snape gave you an apologetic look and then glanced at Fred.

“I do feel I have to say my apologies to Ms. Y/L/N,“ He spoke looking at Fred. "But you have been decided to help Mr. Weasley study for potions.” You rubbed your temples and sighed.

“Of course Professor Snape, I guess I could find Weasley some time.” You turned towards Fred, giving a warm Ravenclaw smile. Fred narrowed his eyes at you and replied with a cold thank you.

“Thirty points from Gryffindor! You’re lucky she’s helping you study, you might as well fail now, if not.”

Fred shrugged and walked out of potions class with a huff. You followed close behind him, waiting for him to give you a time to come by and study. Although you hated Fred, you could see how much this was killing him more than you.

“Meet me in front of the Gryffindor common room after classes.” He said sharply. You nodded and walked towards your third class.

As always you went to your next class. That night you wanted to hang out with you friends, but because of Fred, you couldn’t. If Fred improved, all the teachers would hear about it and be highly impressed. You always had to think of your reputation even though you hated most classes, teachers, and kids.

You reached the Gryffindor common room and waited by the painting for Fred to come by. Fred showed up in his sweaty Gryffindor quidditch uniform and made you cover your ears so you wouldn’t hear the passcode. As you walked in, he pulled you up the stairs silently to the rooms.

As a boy, he didn’t attract girls. He was skinny and his cheek bones just gave him a somewhat skeletal look. However, he had muscles from quidditch training and his sense of humor was probably the only reason a girl would like him. But when you looked at him all sweaty, you couldn’t deny the urge to think to yourself he was… well, hot.  There was softness in the eyes and gentleness in his smile, but this was hidden deep in your subconscious.

He opened the door and let you walk into his room. You weren’t expecting it to be so tidy, but as expected he had a poster of quidditch teams and some trinkets on the shelves. You walked over to his bed and sat down. You flipped through his last test. You chuckled, Snape didn’t give him much credit, he was quite smart.

“If you’re going to sit there and laugh get out now!” Fred said while looking at you from across the room. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“If you sat down and let me tell you what you’re doing wrong maybe I could—”

“I don’t need your help!” He looked at you wildly, walking over to his bed and pushing his book off your lap.

“If you don’t improve, it looks bad on me! I’m staying.” He looked at you from the edge of the bed and scoffed. He couldn’t believe he actually let you even walk through the common room door.

“You’re a know it all bitch, that wants to act all superior to me! Not going to happen.” You glanced at him madly and got up from his bed to leave. You looked at him rashly and smacked him in the chest, he stumbled backward and stared at you with disbelief.

“At least I’m not a trouble making idiot that doesn’t know the difference between wolfsbane and monkshood. I hope your mother is proud of your grades,” You turned to his door and was ready to open it, but you felt a sturdy grip on your wrist and a force turning you around and pulling you into Fred’s chest. He leaned down quickly and caught your lips in a needy kiss. In a second you kissed back, you didn’t know how much you needed him until he had you. He pushed you into the wall and held you there.

He was going to slow, teasing you on purpose. He didn’t want you to get bored, slip away from him. As if under a spell, his gaze was drawn to your lips, parted and full, and the sound of you shallow breathing made him fill up with a fierce longing for you. You kissed him harder, pulling away for a second. He smirked and chuckled darkly.

“You have no power over me,” you hissed. In slow motion, he bent toward you; closing his eyes to caress your mouth with his own.

“You sure about that?” A weak gasp escaped you as his hands slipped up your thighs. The taste of Fred’s soft lips was far more than you bargained for. He let out a raspy groan and with a fierce hold, he cupped the back of your neck and shoved your face into his, gently, possessive in his touch. Your fingers twined in his hair.

Beyond your comprehension,  both your bodies melded into each other with an answering groan, and he was shocked when your mouth rivaled his with equal demand. Desire licked through him setting flames afire. You’ve gripped his arms as ran your nails along his arm.

“You look great when you’re mouth is shut and you’re kissing me,” he whispered. He dropped his hold and exhaled, gouging shaky fingers through disheveled hair.  In a catch of your breath, he took your mouth by force. A faint moan escaped your lips and all resistance fled. It burned away by the heat of his touch and the warmth of his lips.  He was ravenous against the smooth curve of your throat, the soft flesh of your ear. And then in a frantic beat of your heart, he shoved you away. “Get on the bed now.”

You walked over to the bed and sat down willingly. He moved his body over yours, hovering inches above yours. He ground his hips into yours. You moaned out, bucking your hips and begging for more.

“Fred,” You breathed. He pulled off your robe and pulled your hair away from your face. You sat up and reached for your shirt, throwing it off your body. He did the same, you both unbuttoned your undershirts. He pulled down your skirt as you unbuckled his pant belt.  He pushed you back onto the bed. He kissed you breathlessly and pulled down your panties.

He pushed his lips onto yours again. You laid back down and pulled his body down with you. His hands were warm as they traced down your body and towards your heat. He had shoved two fingers into your core. You arched your back as he fingers moved back and forth. You moaned out his name, bucking against him. He curled his fingers inside you, smirking when you screamed.

His hand covered your mouth

“Do you love being my little slut?” He asked tentatively.  Your breaths came out in pants. “Do you want to sit on my face?” he purred. He moved off of you and laid down next to you. He held your waist as you lowered yourself onto him, hissing when his tongue hit your soft skin. He sucked harshly at the sensitive bud of nerves. You knotted your fingers into his soft hair, pulling at it every time he made you climb higher. Without warning he shoved his tongue inside you, groaning when you pulled at his hair to control yourself. You rode his tongue, swiveling your hips to gain the most from the pleasure.

“Fred,” you said weakly. He cocked his head, climbing over you and positioning his member at you. “I’m not done, Y/N. What kind gentleman would I be if I didn’t finish off properly?”

He thrusted into you.

You tossed your head back and whimpered, not expecting him to feel this large inside of you. At first, it was a little uncomfortable, but Fred was patient and gentle, kissing your shoulders softly and slowly pushing inside of you until you were ready.

He then began to thrust and quicken his pace. Once he knew you were comfortable, he pushed his full length inside of you. You moaned Fred’s name, encouraging him. There was a sudden urgency in the room—a rising passion. His hands were gripping your waist tightly, holding you in place. His breath was hot on your neck, and his deep moans ringed in my ear.

Heat flashed down your spine, and pleasure pumped through your veins. Fred groaned as you tightened around him, sending him over the edge as well. He released and then collapsed on the cheap mattress beside you. You rolled around to face him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing almost as heavily as you. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and you snuggled up close to him while trying to catch your breath. Fred wrapped his large arms around you and kissed my forehead.

“Should we study the potions now?” His head perked up.

“Of course, darling.”


“How could you betray YOUR FAMILY!, he killed your sisters! and you let him LIVE!”

“No, you killed them. You were made for one purpose, to kill. Our fate was sealed the day we were born”
I’m so proud of Ashi, she’s starting to realize that there’s more to life than one purpose. I love her so much and I want to protect her from Harm.

{Samurai Jack season 5 - XCVIII}

Samurai Jack belongs to Adult Swim, Toonami, Cartoon Network and creator Genndy Tartakovsky.

I’ll Come Back for You Part 7

Poe dameron x reader

Summary: Y/N watches as her father confronts her brother. (I totally don’t feel like writing a summary but you get the gist of it.)

Warnings: Curse words, mentions of blood and death.

A/N: Sorry it has been so long since I have posted this! But yay I finally got to post it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

I do not own anything!!!!

Originally posted by hardyness

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Daryl Dixon x Reader ||Dwight x Reader - You’re gonna be okay


I love Daryl and I know Dwight was an asshole to him, however, I love his character since I read about him in the comic so yeah…I want to write something about him ♥

At first I wanted the reader and Daryl to be siblings but then I decided to make them boyfriend and girlfriend, while between Dwight and Reader there is something platonic.

If I have more ideas this can have more chapters.

WARNINGS: MENTION OF SEX (between Daryl and the reader), Little angst and fluff


“Someone is here”

Rosita welcomed us from our long journey like that.

Today we went to Oceanside, hoping that people would join us against Negan, however we came home with all their guns and no allies.

When I thought that I can finally rest another problem came out.

While our group is walking toward the little prison situated into an house’s basement , Daryl grab my hands, walking next to me.

I lift my head toward him giving him a small smile.

He knows that what we did to Oceanside upset me so he tries to comfort me.

When we finally enter into the basement and after Rosita opens the cell door, we finally see who our guest is…blonde hair…scarred face…


Suddenly I see Daryl charging toward him.

“Daryl stop!” I scream, while Jesus and Rick try to keep him away from Dwight.

“Daryl look at me right now!” my voice grow louder , making him stop.

I grab his face with my hands and I lay my forehead against his.

“You’re better then him, he won’t hurt you anymore” I whisper sweetly.

After I made sure that Daryl was calm, we get close to Rick, listening to what he’s saying.

“I want Negan dead”.
Dwight expression was serious, I can see determination into his eyes.

“Do you wanna help?”

“I do”
At that point Rick grab his gun, pointing it at Dwight’s face:
“Ok…get on your knees”.

Slowly Dwight get on his knees, looking straight into Rick’s eyes.
“I’m serious…Negan took everything I love from me…I’m here to end this”

Seeing that he didn’t get any reaction from Rick, Dwight eyes moved to me.

“You! You know what it feels like seeing your loved one taken away from you”

I let out a sigh…he was right, Negan took Daryl away from me and I couldn’t do anything…but this man killed Denise…this man hurted Daryl…

Our stare was interrupted by Daryl that he pushed me behind him: 

“Don’t you even dare to talk to my wife

A warm shiver run across my back.

He called me his wife.

Even though I wanted to scream in happiness, I must stay calm, I can cheer later.

Dwight scoffed at that: “Negan took my wife, you should understand why I want him dead so bad”.

Rick interrupted Dwight: 

“We’ll talk about that, for now you’ll stay here”.

With that said, All of us walked out the cell while Rick closes the door.

While everyone heads out I linger for a moment staring at the blonde man.

“You know what it feels like seeing your loved one taken away from you”

“(Y/n) are you coming or what?”

I shake my head, listening to Daryl calling out for me take me back to reality.

“Yes, sorry”.

We are reunited in the church talking about what to do with Dwight.

“I think we should give him a chance”

“How could you say that? He killed Denise!”

Tara voice was filled with pain once she listened my opinion.

“Yeah but…”
“ I can’t believe you said that, he literally beat up your man and you want to give him a chance? I can’t believe you’re such an idiot”.

I always despised Rosita, she thinks she knows everything but all the things she has done was enough to make our situation with Saviours worse.

“Listen here you smartass, don’t you think I know? I know he killed Denise, I know he beated and shoot my husband and I fucking know that it can be a trap! However, anyone of you considered that maybe he was forced to do that?”.

Everyone stay in silence, hearing what I was saying.

I turn to Daryl: “I was with you when we first met him, don’t you remember what he said? He was scared, his only purpose was protect his wife…”

Daryl lowers his head, while i turn around facing Rick:
“All of us saw what Negan is capable of…Daryl told me that Negan took Sherry as his wife and he couldn’t do nothing…just like when he took Daryl away from us”. 
I let out a sigh, Rick was staring at my eyes letting me know that I have his attention:
“I know that we can’t totally trust him yet, but think about it, he knows Negan, he knows the Sanctuary so I think that he can be helpful against him”.

The silence that filled the church seems eternal.

I can see that my words didn’t have an effect just on Rick but on everybody.

“Okay (Y/n), we’ll give him a chance but he will stay into that cell until we make sure that he can be trusted”.

A smile appears on my face.

“…but since it’s a good idea, you’ll stay with him, you’ll know him better and try to figure out if he’s being honest”.

“(Y/n) will not go anywhere near that asshole”.

Daryl almost growled, he’s really angry.

“Then who will keep an eye on him huh? Everybody in this room wants to kill him so, she’ll do it, whether you like it or not”.

After the improvised meeting all of us heads home.

Daryl was pacing back and fort the room, still angry at what Rick told him.

“Daryl can you please stop? you’re making me nervous”
“Sorry if I’m worried about you being with that prick”

Talking will not calm him down so I get up from the bed and I envelope him into an hug.

“I’ll be fine, you know I can handle myself” I assure him, while I snuggle onto his cheast.

I feel his muscular arms around my hips, Daryl was finally returning the hug.

I feel him laying a kiss on the top of my head:
“I know you can, I’m just really angry at him, for everything he has done to us”.

I end our embrace, giving my back to Daryl.

“Maybe I know how to help you to pour out all your anger” while I’m talking to him I take off my t-shirt, showing him my bare back.

Turning around I throw my t-shirt to him and I lay down on the bed, displaying my breats.

“I mean, you call me your wife so let’s celebrate our sudden marriage” I say, smiling at him.

His blue eyes became dark and his tongue came out, licking his dry lips.

With a quick move he straddled me on the bed, starting to kiss me on my neck, on my jawline and finally taking his time playing with my breast:
“Yeah, I think you can help me” he grins.

Let’s just say that it was a very long night.

The next morning I woke up early, ready to spend the day with Dwight.

I was in the kitchen, drinking my coffee when I suddenly feel arms wrapping around my hips:

“Good morning sunshine” 

Daryl’s deep voice gave me goose bumps.

He lays little kisses on my temple, he’s always so sweet after a night full of rough sex.

“I’m so sore Daryl, you better make up for it” I turn to him giving a peck on his lips.

He lay down again to deepen the kiss but I walk away from him, taking the tray with Dwight’s breakfast.

“I have to go, be a good boy and maybe we can continue this” I say grinning.

Daryl however has a serious expression on his face:
“Please (Y/n), be careful”

I nod at him before going out our house.

I excpected Dwight to be more talktive, trying to persuade me to believe him, however he silently ate his breakfast.

Once he finished, the silence was interrupted by his raspy voice: 
“Thank you”

I was taken aback by that..I didn’t expect him to thank me.

Looking at my surprised expression, he scoffed:
“Your man didn’t tell you what I gave him to eat while he was at the Sanctuary?”

Of course he told me.

Dog food.

Just thinking about him in that dark room makes me angry.

“Yeah, he told me, but I’m not like you…we’re different from your community.”.

Silence filled the room again.

I was sat down a chair in front of the cell while Dwight sit in front of me on his bed.

“What happened to your face? You didn’t have that when I met you”.

“Negan…that’s what happened”.

Dwight get up and slide the now empty trail under the cell’s door.

When he turns around I notice that something fell from his pocket.

Picking it up I notice that it’s a photo of him and Sherry.

They seemed so happy.

“Dwight! This is yours…” I say while I hand out to him the picture, toward the cell’s bars.

He took the picture from me and linger there looking at it.

“You seems happy in that picture…”
“We were…she gave up her freedom to save me”

Dwight’s voice trembled, he stares at me with watery eyes:
“I…I wanted to stay with her again, I wanted to take her away from that place but I freaked out and stole your bike”.

He turns around walking to the bed, he really need to sit down.

“I didn’t want to do all of that, I just wanted to stay with her…I’m sorry I took out my anger on Daryl…he didn’t deserve all of that”.

In that moment I forget that he was the man who hurted my loved one…I forget that he left us in the woods…and I forget that he’s the man that shoot an arrow right into Denise’s eyes.

He was broken.

In that moment I don’t see an enemy…I see Daryl.

Both of them are fragile and broken.

They want to keep their loved one safe, ready to sacrifice everything, even their freedom just to make sure that the people they care about don’t get hurt.

We didn’t talk anymore that day, we stay in silence until dinner time when it’s time for me to go.

“(Y/n) wait a minute”

I stop on my tracks, turning toward him.

He took off the vest he was wearing on his shirt.


Once I reach for it I finally notice the wings on its back.

This is Daryl’s vest!

I smile at him, touching his hand:
“Thank you Dwight…this means a lot to me”.

Day passed by and I spend a lot of time with Dwight.

We started to talk more about a lot of things, sometimes we also shared a laugh.

I can say that we bounded a lot and I’m 100% sure that he’s honest about his intention against Negan.

“You know D? Rick says that he’ll talk to you, that means the war is gettin’ closer”.

I lower my head.

The realisation hit me.

More people will die, it can be me, it can be one of my friends…

…it can be Daryl

Just the thought of losing him makes me feel like someone stabbed me right on my heart.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” 

Dwight walks quickly toward me.

He brings his hands on my cheeks.

I didn’t notice that I was crying until I realize that Dwight was wipping away my tears with his finger tips.

I stare at him, the bars separate us however I feel him so close to me.

Dwight start to lean close to my face.

I was paralyzed.

I love Daryl I really do…but I haven’t the strength to stop him.

He lay a little kiss on my lips.

It was quick but was enough to snap me out from my trance and move away from him.

We stare at each other, both surprised about that fleeting kiss.

Before one of us can say something, the door opens and Rick start to walk down the stairs.

“I need to talk to Dwight, you can go”.

Nodding I walk toward the stairs.

“And (Y/n)?”

I turn around to Rick, waiting for  him to continue.

“Thank you”

“Don’t mention it”.

Once I was out from that little prison I lay my back against the wall.

Tears start falling again from my (e/c) eyes.

What happened with Dwight was nothing…

Why this happened to me?

I keep repeating into my head that the little kiss I shared with him meant nothing…

…but was that the truth?

Forever taglist: @youandyourstupidrope







Note: I’d like to give @adothoe / @gwash4prez a huge thanks because she helped me write the ending to this (I had major writer’s block).

Word Count: 2162

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: none. light angst, but it ends in super fluff

Summary: The reader finds out that Daveed is leaving the show and gets extremely mad because he never told her.

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Daveed Diggs Is Leaving ‘Hamilton’ After This Week.

Your eyes scanned over the title of the Huffington Post article that you had pulled up on your phone. As you read through the article in disbelief, your thoughts were battling against each other. The hopeful part of you was telling that the article was fake, and the practical part of you was telling you that it was real. You let the hopeful part win over the other temporarily.

There was no way this article was true. If it was, Daveed would have definitely told you before he made his final decision to leave the show. You both had talked about it a couple of weeks prior when Lin, Leslie, Pippa, and Ari announced their leave.

Because you and Daveed had become such close friends throughout your time on the show, you were used to telling each other everything. Well, everything except for your profound love for each other.

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Forbidden Love - V

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 || IT IS DONE

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1101

“But I wanna sleep next to you, and I wanna come home to you. I wanna hold hands with you, I wanna be close to you” [🎵 ]

The journey back home was slow and bleak. You felt an emptiness within yourself, like your skin was merely a husk for the void that had consumed you. There was no emotion, no feeling, nothing.

You quietly made your way up the stairs of your apartment, the echo of your footsteps against the concrete staircase was deafening. Time seemed to slow as you climbed those stairs, the events of just a little while ago clouding your thoughts.

You wondered how you had been so blind. How could you have overlooked Chanyeol’s feelings for so long? It must’ve killed him to see you constantly ignoring him. And now you discovered that your actions, or lack thereof, had consequences. Chanyeol was probably out of town by now, gone to find a place to stay for a few nights before he had the courage to return and move out properly. All these thoughts were interrupted when you reached the front door of your apartment, and a familiar voice could be heard speaking on the phone.

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Fascination V

Fascination Master List [5/?]

A hysterical bubble of laughter peels from your lips, your trembling hands finally slipping and the dagger hits the ground. The clang against the flooring is loud, echoing in the space and everyone is staring at you. But you can’t stop the hysteria, the feeling is so foreign and unusual in your chest you don’t know what else to do other than laugh.

“This isn’t,” You struggle for the words, struggle to get them past the laughter that keeps slipping out. A pained laughter that expresses a lot of things to others but remains foreign to you, their pained looks only making the gut sinking feeling worse. “This is a joke, if I’m connected to Lucifer why am I hearing about this now? I wasn’t born yesterday but I sure as hell wasn’t around before he fell.”

It didn’t make sense, you didn’t want it to make sense.

The pained expression was on God’s face again and there was a spark of rage that burned angry tears against your eyes because you knew he was about to say more. Now, now you didn’t want to know what he had to say.

“If you returned to heaven, your soul would heal and you would continue to suffer because of my mistake, because of the connection. I didn’t.. I didn’t want that for you, so I.. You’re an exception, you.. There is no afterlife for you, when you die your soul is reincarnated into another body. It keeps you from hell, from purgatory and from heaven, which with your connection, would be no different than hell.”

You could barely breathe at the news, how many lifetimes had you lived? How many times have you died, been reborn on this forsaken world, learned about God and prayed each night that whenever you died you’d be taken to heaven? That you were sorry to God because of how indifferent you felt to his creations, to everything and he was the cause of it all?

Something wet trails down your face and your hand reaches up to wipe it away, and then at the salty taste on your lips as another makes its way down you realize you’re crying. Were you hurt? Why were you reacting like this, why couldn’t you feel?

“[Name]-” Chuck takes a step toward you, a pained expression of a parent having told their child awful news and wishing to consolidate them. But you react much differently than he plans, your body seizes with anger and you take a step back, away from him.

“No, nonono-”

“[Name], I’m sorry I did this because I thought- I thought it was the best.”

No,” The anger is there, not because of you, but because of that connection you are able to reach into the angel behind you and tap into his ability to feel. The anger is roared to life in your veins and you take another step back, bumping into the fallen angel who tilts his head down to watch the interaction between the two of you. “You don’t get to apologize. I prayed-” You started, voice cracking and you knew your body was in anguish, people had described the physical pain from it. It had to be that. “I prayed every single night to you, hoping that tomorrow would go okay, that you would forgive me for my apathy toward everything you had created. Toward you. But-but it was you all along, you are the reason I was-am like this.”

“[Name], please.” His voice is soft, the hurt look on his face. He hadn’t wanted this for you, hadn’t wanted it to turn out like this - it was his mistake and he couldn’t fix it without hurting or even destroying you. How could anyone ask him to kill one of his own children?

“If there’s no afterlife for me then what’s the point?” You bite out, the anger is there taken from Lucifer and your hands are threading through your hair. Pulling down at the strands to feel pain anywhere but the throbbing in your chest. “What am I even trying for? I don’t get to go to heaven. My choices are hell, which is no different, and Purgatory? How are those options any different than what I’ve been doing? How is any of that- any of this fair? I get to relive this shitty fucking existence while everyone I know gets to move on?! So what, when they die I’m just- fucking- reborn back into this fucking endless cycle?!”

You throw your hand gesturing toward the Winchester brothers who are shocked silent, unable to come to your defense, unable to say anything.

“My options are here, hell, purgatory or simply not existing. Great, thanks.”

The impressed whistle behind you has you taking a startled step away from the devil, turning to face across from the Winchesters with God on your right and Lucifer on your left. Rubbing furiously at the tears that continue to unwillingly drip from your eyes even though you can’t feel anything but a painful ache with no reason.

“Wow,” Lucifer finally says, voice dripping with satisfaction and amusement that makes the expression on Chuck’s face hard, frustrated, and upset. “Way to screw this up big time. Were you ever planning to tell her, let her remember? Or just keep her in the dark because she’s your failed creation.”

Your breath catches in your throat at the accusation.

Failed creation.

“Can you feel that anger?” He is smiling at God, “She’s getting that from me, I have to say, I feel kind of proud. Though I have to wonder, exactly what kind of connection did you give us that you can’t rid of it?” Lucifer turns on his heel to face you, and God’s vessel looks horrified.


The devil points his finger at you and it’s like an explosion inside your body. Agonizing and exhilarating at the same time. Fire burning through your veins, and you realize just how helpless people really are, how dangerous angels were - how they didn’t decimate everything down to the ground simply because God didn’t want them to.

The scream rips past your throat, the fire burning against your very core, hands clutching over your chest as you stumble back a step with knees buckling together. The pain focuses, centers against your back and you feel the skin peeling. Blood dripping down and with a powerful and hot gust of air you collapse to your knees. The anger that had been thrumming through your veins extinguished, in the wake of the power the large ruined wings of Lucifer’s burned into the ground behind you. Scattered burn marks of feathers all around you, similar to the way angels left their mark on the ground when they died.

But these were Lucifer’s, you knew by the way the burn marks on the ground were mangled, shredded and dozens if not thousands of feathers scattered about. His torn and broken wings were yours too.

God’s fallen favorite and failed creation.

The warmth of blood still drips down your back, shuddering and shivering at the sensation. Your downcast gaze pulled away by the appearance of a hand, a familiar one with peeling burn marks across his skin and you slowly lift your head to look up at him.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? To have the one you loved and worshipped toss you away, believe me,” Lucifer’s dark gaze turns to land on God who remained still, bitter and hurt expression. “I would know.”

He kneels down, there’s a shuffle of movement behind him from the brothers that is abruptly stopped. By Castiel or God himself, he doesn’t even bother to check, his hand still out stretched to you.

“Stuck in an endless cycle, not allowed into the kingdom of heaven or hell. How many lives have you lived, endured, and forgotten only to endure again?”

There’s a lump in your throat and Dean and Sam are yelling at you, but their voices are drowned out in the distance compared to the devil’s.

“But it’s different this time around,” He says softly, “You have me, no matter how many times you’re reborn, you will always have that connection with me. That anchor.”

If it was a lie, and you knew it probably was, oh how sweet sounding it was. For the thousands of lifetimes you’ve lived, died, and relived again - alone in each and every one. You would finally have someone who no matter how many times you were reincarnated would always remember you.

“Will you forget me?” Your voice is nothing but a desperate whisper and time seems to slow down. You can see the Winchester’s ripping themselves from what’s holding them back as they make a rush toward you. You can see their lips move, your name on their tongue as they shout for you but you drag your gaze back to the devil who’s smiling so sweetly. Despite the slit in his eyes, like the snake he’s depicted to be.

“I will never forget you.”

It’s all it takes, your hand is in his and the room is so hot and the broken feathers are burning against everything- burning against you and devouring you whole until the two of you are gone, leaving nothing but the burned imprints of fallen feathers in your wake.


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Daddy Of The Day:

Asuma Mutsumi ✨

I Love You ‘Til the Sun Dies

I was requested to do and imagine base on the song “Little Do You Know” by Alex and Sierra, I know @imagine-mix-fandoms already did and imagine based off that song, which was amazing, so please go read that as well! I combined this request with an imagine of my own, so enjoy!

Imagine: You and Eric going through each other’s fear landscape. You learn why Eric is the way he is, and he finds out that you are scared of him.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and death!

“Eric, please don’t,” you beg with tears streaming down your face.

“I can’t believe I ever fell for a piece of Divergent trash like you,” Eric says with a gun pointed to your head, his face holds an expression of pure disgust, “but don’t worry sweetheart, I make this easy for you. It’ll be a quick death.”

He pulls the trigger.

You jolt awake gasping for air. Your face is covered in tears and body in sweat.

“You okay Y/N?” Eric asks opening his sleep filled eyes and looking at you.

“I-I’m fine.” You quickly respond, looking away from him. You’ve been waking up from this nightmare every day since the attack in Candor during the war, which had ended weeks ago. Since then, Eric was forgiven for what he did, and was given back his leadership position, Divergents were now safe, and you knew that Eric would never hurt you; however, this did not stop the nightmares from coming.

“Y/N, please telling me what’s bothering you. You wake up from these nightmares every fucking day and you won’t tell me what they’re about. Talk to me baby,” He was now fully awake, he grabs your chin and makes you face him, “Please Y/N, I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“It’s nothing Eric, really,” How could you ever tell him that your nightmares were about him killing you, I would break his heart. He clearly didn’t believe you, so you leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss, trying to talk his mind off it.

He eventually pulled back, with a disappointed look on his face, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but remember, I’m always here if you need to talk.” With that, he got up and walked out of the room.

‘I’m sorry Eric, I wish I could tell you, but I can’t,’ you thought.

“Where are we going Eric?” You asked, he held your hand leading you through the dark hallways of the Dauntless compound.

“Do you trust me Y/N,” He stopped walking and looked back at you, you nodded, “Then shut up and stop asking me!”

He finally stopped in front of the familiar room that you hadn’t seen since your initiation. The fear landscape room.

“Eric why are we here?” You question.

“We’ve been together for almost a year now, and I realized that you barely even know anything about me, so I thought what better way for you to get know me than going through my fears,” He says with a hopeful expression on his face.

“Eric, you don’t have t-”

“But I want to.” He said getting out the syringes.

“How many fears do you have?” You ask.

“Eight,” You can’t shake off the feeling that you’re invading his privacy, but he really wants this so you go with it, “Ready?

You nod as he injects himself; he then brushes your hair away from your neck and injects you.

Suddenly you find yourself trapped inside a small box, the walls closing in on you, claustrophobia. You look over at Eric, he is sitting, jaw-clenched, staring at the wall in front of him, you shake him, “Eric snap out of it and do something!”

He then takes a deep breath and puts his legs out pushing against the wall in front of him, you decide to do the same with the opposite wall, Eric counts to three and you both push, the scene changes.

You two are now standing in an open field, you look around and then back at Eric who is standing beside you stiffly, suddenly a flock of birds fly down and surround you, you see Eric taking shallow breaths, and try to stifle a giggle, “Your scared of birds?!”

He narrows his eyes at you, “Are you making fun of me Y/N?”

“No! Not at all! I’m just surprised that the big bad Eric is scared of birds,” You laugh.

“Says the girl who’s scared of itty bitty spiders,” he says rolling his eyes.

You punch him in the shoulder and say, “Now do something so we can get out of here.”

He walks up to the birds, bends down, and picks one up. He stands there for a second just staring at it with his jaw clenched, then gently pets its head, and I let out a small laugh as the birds and field disappear.

One by one, we went through the rest of his fears, being buried alive, failure, killing his loved ones, etc. Until we finally got to his final fear, we were standing in a dark alley somewhere in Erudite, there were five large men dressed in blue, three of the men stood holding an unfamiliar girl with a beaten and bruised face, and two of them held Eric who was struggling in their hold.

“ERIC!” The girl calls out.

“ELIZABETH!” Eric yells back with a pained expression, “Fuck!”

When he finally gets out of the grasp of the men, the girl changes, she is now in black clothing, she is still bruised and bleeding, and she has a tattoo of a dream catcher on her forearm. Wait, what?! You look at her face closely. It’s you.

“Eric…?” You look towards Eric, who is standing next to you wide eyed and frozen, “Eric!” You shake him.

“It changed,” His whisper is barely audible, simulation you lets out an agonizing scream, right before she is slapped across the face by one of the men.

“ERIC!” You hear yourself yell his name. This is so fucking strange. I’ve never seen Eric look so scared, his face has gone pale, his eyes are wide and he’s barely blinking, his jaw is clenched, and his hands are in shaking fists. One man grabs the neckline of your shirt and tears it apart, you scream once again, and thrash in the hold of the other two. You suddenly knew exactly what was happening.

Fuck I have to end this,’ You think to yourself, you stand in front of Eric and grab his face, forcing him to look down at you, “It’s okay Eric! I’m okay! Look at me Eric, I’m okay!”

When nothing worked you stood up on your toes and kissed him, eventually his heart rate slowed down and when you finally broke the kiss, the two of you were back in the fear landscape room. Eric looked around and collapsed to his knees.

You instantly kneeled down next to him, “Eric what was that? What was happening?”

“I-it was always her but now it’s you! It’s you Y/N!”

“Just breathe Eric,” You grab his hand as he took a deep breath, “Now tell me.”

“Back in Erudite, just a month before my choosing ceremony, I had a one night stand with this girl, she was my older sister’s ex-boyfriend’s younger sister,” Older sister? You knew Eric’s two younger sisters, but you never knew he had an older one too, “to me it was nothing, but she wanted more, I rejected her. So one day after school, I walked to the place where my older sister, Elizabeth, worked, Mum wanted her to take me shopping for a new blazer. We took too long in the shop and it was getting dark outside, we knew Mum was going to be mad at us, so we decided to take a shortcut home. Fuck that was the biggest mistake in my life,” He put his head in his hands and continued, “We were passing by this alleyway, I was leading the way, when suddenly Elizabeth screamed, I turned around, but I was held back by two men, two others held Elizabeth, and there was a fifth man, Elizabeth’s ex. To get back at Lizzy for breaking up with him, and at me for breaking his fucking sister’s heart, they raped and killed her in front of me, and I don’t know I fucking lived through that, but I did. It left my family shattered, and left me angry and full of hatred, and that’s why I chose dauntless on Choosing Day.”

“Oh my God, Eric I- I don’t know what to say,” You say quietly, trying to take in all the information you had just received, looking down as your lap.

“It’s okay Y/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything in there, it was always her, always, and suddenly it changed to you, and I didn’t know what to do,” He admits sadly.

“Eric, it’s okay, I understand,” You quickly respond, trying to comfort him.

“Let’s just go through your landscape,” He says getting up, you know he’s trying to get his mind off of what he just saw, but you can’t let him see your fears. If he sees the nightmare you have of him every night, it will break him.

“You’ve already seen it during my initiation,” You say.

“Yeah, but things change, and besides you haven’t been through it since then, it’s important for a dauntless to go through their fears often, we need to be able to handle them, in case they come back to haunt us in our real lives,” He says, trying to convince me.

“But, Eric-”

“I guess it’s fine if you don’t trust me enough to let me see,” You groan at Eric and his blackmailing skills, you mentally roll your eyes.

“Ugh, fine,” Maybe you’ll only have the same nine fears, maybe new fears don’t register with the serum that fast, you silently hope, as Eric injects the two of you once again.

One by one, you go through all nine of your familiar fears. Then everything goes dark, “Y/N? What’s going on, I thought you only had nine fears?”

You laugh uncomfortably, “Looks, like you were right Eric, things can change, I guess I have a new one.”

Suddenly the darkness disappears and you find yourself in Candor Headquarters, you’re on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back, you look up with wide eyes and see Eric standing above you, gun pointed to your head, this isn’t real you try to tell yourself, but you can’t bring yourself to believe it, it feels so real, “Eric, please don’t-”

“I can’t believe I ever fell for a piece of Divergent trash like you,” Eric says, his face holds an expression of pure disgust, “but don’t worry sweetheart, I make this easy for you. It’ll be a quick death.”

Your heart speeds up so fast you think it’ll explode, you start to cry, “Eric no! I’m sorry!”

He pulls the trigger.

You snap your eyes open gasping, you look around and you’re back in the landscape room.

“Y/N?” You just remembered that Eric saw all of that.

“Eric I-”

“Save it Y/N,” He tries to sound angry, but you can see how hurt he is, “I’ve tried to so hard to convince everyone that I’ve changed, but who the hell is gonna believe me, if my fucking girlfriend’s even scared of me!”

“Eric! Wait, I’m so fucking sorry! Eric?!” You call after him as he storms out of the room. After a while you walk to your best friend’s apartment, you thought it would be best to leave Eric alone for now, at least until you could think of a way of showing him how you feel.

You were in your friend’s guest bedroom, when suddenly you got an idea; you got out a piece of paper and started to write:

Little do you know, how I’m breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know, I’m still haunted by the memories
Little do you know, I’m trying to pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know, I need a little more time
Underneath it all I’m held captive by the hole inside
I’ve been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind
I’m ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight
Little do you know, I need a little more time.

You walk back to yours and Eric’s shared apartment, knowing he wouldn’t be home yet, and go into your room, and fold the note in half, you put it on top of his laptop and leave, praying that this would work.

The next morning your friend comes into your room, waking you, “Y/N! Get up!”

“What?” You grumble.

“I was just about to leave for work, when Eric asked me to give this to you,” she says handing you a folded piece of paper, your heart sank thinking that he rejected your note and returned it.

“W-what is it?” You ask her.

“I don’t know, I didn’t check,” she looks at her watch and says, “listen, I have to go now, but you can stay here as long as you want!”

“Thanks,” you call out as she leaves, you hear the door shut and you finally open the letter, your heart flutters at Eric’s familiar handwriting:

I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I love you like you’ve never felt the pain,
I’ll wait, I promise you don’t have to be afraid,
I’ll wait, The love is here and here to stay
So lay your head on me
Little do you know, I know you’re hurting while I’m sound asleep
Little do you know, all my mistakes are slowly drowning me
Little do you know, I’m trying to make it better piece by piece
Little do you know, I, I love you ‘til the sun dies.

You look up from the letter, trying to hold back your tears, and you see Eric standing in the doorway, he looks at you and says, “’little do you know, I, I love you ‘til the sun dies’.”

You jump off the bed and run into his arms, you finally let the tears release, “I’m so sorry Eric! I’m sorry!” You say through sobs.

“Shh, it’s okay,” He whispers kissing your forehead.  

 A/N: Ahh that was so long, I’m so sorry it took forever to write this, but I had exams going on, however I’m free for the rest of the week, so send in your requests!

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Vincent Bauer x Reader - Feeling You (ENDING 1)

eThis is ending number 1 of my fanfiction about Norman Reedus’ character in Air (2015)

Previous parts can be find on my Masterlist ♥

Warnings: angst,fluff,mention of sexual acts between Bauer and Reader, trigger warning for suicide.


Originally posted by amaranthline

“How much time do we have?”

“Not enough love, not enough”

We were getting dressed after our passionate “rendez-vous” however that was easier said than done.

Bauer brought both of his muscolar arms around my waist, hugging me from behind and leaving little kisses on the back of my neck:
“Vincent, c’mon!” I giggled, trying to free myself from his grasp.

He managed to turn me around into his embrance so I could see his grinning face.

“God…you’re so beautiful” he whispered, caressing my cheek with his right hand.
I lean into his touch, smiling at him and enjoying his tender touch.

Our little moment was interrupted by Cartwright’s cries for help.

“Bauer! (Y/n)! I need help!”.

Both Bauer and me stared at each other with wide open eyes before rushing out the storage room.

When we finally reach the control room we find Cartwright trying to extinguish a fire which was quickly destroying his sleeping chamber.

“What the hell happened?” Bauer screamed at our coworker, however Cartwright was way too scared to answer.

Remembering that in the bathroom there were a fire extinguisher, I quickly run into the little restroom while Bauer was using a big wet rag, trying to contain the flames.

“Stay back!” 

Once both men get away, I try to extinguish the fire.

It took sometime but finally the fire was gone,what once was  Cartwright’s sleeping chamber now was just an useless chamber full of ash.

“You said that everything was okay Bauer!”
“Oh don’t put the blame on me now!”

Bauer went to take what was left of the protective film, a basic sleeping chambers’ component; without it the chamber is useless.

That’s when I notice blood coming out of his hand.

“Vincent you’re bleeding!” I rushed to him taking his hand so I could take a look.

“Fantastic, now how can I take care of myself?” he joked, moving his other hand up and down.
Both me and Cartwright laughed at that: “Oh baby, I can always help you with that” I winked at him.

“Sure you will princess” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

Cartwright was taken aback from that: “Wait…are you guys a thing now?”.
“You can bet on it” Bauer answered, making me blush.

We were too distracted about what happened to remember that we have  limited time.
A beeping sound makes all of us turning toward the digital clock.

…1 minute…

“Oh fuck…what should we do now?” I say.

We have just two sleeping chambers for three people and in a minute there won’t be breathable air.

I start hyperventilate so Bauer rushed toward me.

“Don’t panic (Y/n)! You’ll go into your sleeping chamber, me and Cartwright will start the emergency program so we’ll have enough oxygen to find a replacement for his chamber”.

While explaining this he walk me to my chamber, making me lying down.

“no, I don’t want to leave you!”

“if we’ll have enough time, I’ll wake you up again okay?”.

He lean down, giving me a peck on the lips calming me.
I finally let the film envelope my body, the last thing I see it’s Vincent smiling down at me, his lips forming three little words

“I love you”

 Smiling back at him, I let myself falling into a deep sleep.

Even into my forced sleep state, I couldn’t help being worry about the whole situation.
My only wish was waking up and seeing Vincent’s blue eyes again. 

Suddenly I hear the chamber’s film retreating and finally I can wake up.

The first person I see is Cartwright, he has bloodshot eyes like he had cried a lot and a bullet wound onto his shoulder.

“oh my God what happened to you?!” I rushed toward him but he pushed me gently away, a sad expression on his face.

“Cartwright…how much time passed?”

“An hour since Bauer put you into your sleeping chamber…listen (Y/n)…something happened while you were asleep”.

A knot formed into my stomach, the fact that I didn’t see Vincent increased the bad feeling I had since I went to sleep.

“What? Where’s Bauer?”

“He…he get mad! Something happened while he tested the repaired chamber and he thought I wanted to kill him! I…I had to stop him”.

Tears started to stream out my eyes, what was he trying to say?

“Cartwright…what did you do?”

“He tried to shoot me…then he wanted to kill all the sleepers once he learn that one of them is my wife…”

Cartwright kept babbling, but my concern for Bauer was increasing.
I didn’t even had a reaction when he confessed that one of the sleepers was his wife.

“…I had to kill him”.

“He didn’t soffer…I gave him a shot of morphine”.

A loud sob escaped my mouth while sadness and anger grow into me.

“You killed him…” I whispered.
“I’m really sorry…I didn’t want to” he took a step closer to me, trying to hug me.

“YOU KILLED HIM! HOW COULD YOU?HOW COULD YOU?” I screamed at him, starting to hit him everywhere I could reach.

He could easly stop me but he didn’t, he felt guilty, however I didn’t care because he took the man of my life away from me.

“Tell me where he is!” I menage to say between sobs.
“Sleepers’ room…but what do you want to do?”

I didn’t answer him because once I knew Vincent’s location, I run toward it.
My eyesight was blurred because of my tears but I kept running… I needed to see him with my own eyes.

Once I reach my destination I notice a lot of broken phials on the ground.
Following the path I finally see him.

“Vincent…” I fell on my knees next to his body, crying louder than before.
I reach for his body, taking him into my arms and crying onto his chest.
I’ve never felt so much pain in my whole life, losing him was the worst thing could happen to me.

I raise my head and look at his face…he looked so calm, like he was sleeping.

I really hoped that he would wake up and throw one of his dirty joke or gave me a sweet kiss…but he didn’t.

While I was moving my legs, trying to get a comfortable position I hit something with my foot.
Taking it up I read the tag:

I stare at it then at the man laying on my arms.

“Do you really want to stay alone as before? Are you ready to live in a new world without Bauer?”

I smile down at Vincent’s sleeping face, remembering all the time we spent together as friends and then as a couple.
We have t been together for a little…however I already knew the answer.

“No…I can’t live without him..he was all I had”

I moved Vincent’s body toward the wall, moving him into a sitting position, then I take the little phial and a syringe that I’ve found near the broken bottles.

Letting out a long breath, I bring the syringe on my arm’s blood vessel after I found it.

I keep my eyes closed while I feel the content running into my body.
Once I made sure that I’ve injected all the medicine, I sit next to Vincent, bringing his lifeless body against mine.

His head ended into my neck, while I gave him a last kiss on the top of his head.

“We’ll be together again”.

That’s my last thought before I close my eyes forever.

Please don’t kill me//hate me for this.
Ending two will be an happy ending

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