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Nyx-Chapter 12

Summary: Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. she was doomed to walk the earth in search of her consort Erebus.

Warnings: My usual. Angst, Violence And Smut

Pairings: Bucky X Reader, Avengers x Reader

A/N: Enjoy A Bucky POV

Bucky’s POV

He watches as a thoroughly drunk Thor spins you around the dance floor, the Asgardian’s hands wandering ever lower He can only imagine the dirty things Thor is whispering in your ear. The way Thor’s hands roam your body so possessively makes him nearly nauseas.

It should be him, could have been him, but he wasn’t worth it. Worth you. He had come to that stunning realization when you had screamed you were nothing but his whore. And it was the truth. He had treated you no better than he had during the Hydra days, seeking comfort in your body after a hard mission. His handlers would lock Winter in your cell, expecting he would beat you, force what he needed from you.

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Reasons Why (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Words: 3480
Warnings: Cursing, mobile formatting
A/N: Here’s something while I’m on the plane :)


Your unique attitude .

Thomas walked into the room, holding a book in his hands. It was Finals week, and everyone was stressed out. The library was filled, students cramming, crying, and regretting their life choices. But not Thomas, of course. He took everything with a grain of salt. He didn’t have to strain himself like the others. He knew that he would pass. Some say that he was cocky, but he dismissed those comments as jealousy. Confidence is what they needed, and Thomas had it.

He noticed a woman sitting in the corner of the room, headphones on and hair a mess. He usually would ignore someone concentrating, but, there was something different. You were wearing an old college hoodie, holes in your sleeves. You were chewing on a straw, flipping through pages. You looked, strange. You were smiling.

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The Huntress.

Originally posted by disneyfeverdaily

Titled: ‘The Huntress.’ 

Pairing: Gaston x reader 

Word Count: 1,714 

Warnings: Gaston/Luke Evans feels, FLUFF, super angsty ending sorry not sorry, etc. 

A/N: This was a request from @brooke-supernatural16 : Can you do a one-shot with Gaston? Where the reader is a huntress and Gaston see the reader and instantly falls for her and follows her like he did with belle but is more polite with her?

A/N: I do hope this is what you were looking for in this fic! 

Tagging: @captainemwinchester @little-red-83 @impalaimagining@sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt @hobbithorse19 @feelmyroarrrr @lefouismylife @redimagines @letowolfie @ciaprincess @speedycatbluebird @haniiix33 @mademoiselle-lani

    It was a crisp and French morning. The ground was wet with a fresh layer of dew. The sun had barely risen over the horizon. Twas a nearly perfect morning for a hunt. Gaston has his sights on his hunting musket centered in on an innocent and meek, deer. He was patiently awaiting for the correct moment to apply the right amount pressure on the trigger. 

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One of my favourite humans, Hiragi Kureto. 

I learned to adore this gorgeous man as time passed by and he transformed from a ruthless being to a caring man. His eyebrows are one of the best parts to draw, for they can be very expressive, and because I am a sucker for details, his uniform really fascinates me with all the little adornments on it.

This particular sketch was a gift for a dear friend of mine, Lest Karr from the Amino Community I am active in. He simply loves Kureto and I wanted to surprise the little German King with a drawing that combines his greatest passions: Kureto, coffee, and glasses. He does look very charming, don’t you think so as well?

Did You Miss Me? *Teaser*

Ok, so this is only a sneak peek, but be warned, I have never written smut before so sorry if it sucks…. which it probably will. Anyway I hope you enjoy and look out for the full version!         Alllsooo, first post! yay!

Edit: The full version is up, Full Version

Jerome is back from the dead, and after all the time you’ve spent apart, you decide to have a little fun!

Another strained gurgling gasp made you jump. As much as you were happy to have your old boyfriend back from the dead, you had to admit, the staples weren’t his best idea. He gasped again and banged his fist against the metal barrel he was leaning on.

“Why staples? I could have sown it on much quicker and it would have been much less painful.”

“Shut up, (Y/N).”

You giggle as he grunted with the next staple. Finally he turned around, and as much as you were against the idea of him using staples to put his face back on, you found it strangely attractive, in a sort of, gruesome, fascinating way.

“So? How’s it look?”

The man standing next to you stuttered in attempt to find a pleasing answer.

“I-it’s good. It looks good.”

Jerome dropped his hands, and slowly walked towards him.

“You wouldn’t lie to me, right, Dwight?”

“No, it looks good. It’s good.” Dwight barley managed to gasp out. He laughed and looked to you.

“What do you think (Y/N)?” He placed his fists on his hips in a superhero pose, “Am I still just as dashing?”

“I think it looks sexy.”

He smiled and raised an eyebrow.

“Do you now…”

He walked closer to you. As he stood towering over you he leant down and whispered in your ear.

“You know I’ve been gone a long time. Have you been loyal to me?”

He pressed his face into your neck, biting down softly. His hand trailed lightly up your body to gently cup your breast. You gasped, it had been so long since he had touched you that you were immediately affected, and it seemed he reacted the same.

You groaned - and not in a good way - when Dwight emitted an awkward cough. Jerome grinned at you sheepishly.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a demon au drabble? Like a demon Thomas Jefferson x an angel reader? Thomas feeds off her innocence and power, and it gets really spicy because her innocence just turns him on and yea....

YES YES YES YES (so they’re living on earth together) I’m not really good at this yet, but keep sending demon au, I wanna get better!

“Thomas have you seen my nail polish?” You walked out of the bathroom in only a bath towel.

Thomas looked up from the book he was reading on the couch, levitating comfortably above it of course. Eyebrow slowly raising as he watched you search the cabinets, bending over to look through the lower drawers. A sudden idea rushed to his head.

“You know,” his low voice spoke, “perhaps I saw it on the top shelf?

Your pursed your lips to the side, curious as to why you would place it there, but none the less you stood on your tip toes, attempting to move around some random object in search for the nail polish. A sudden weight was on your hips. Thomas’ hands held you.

“Oh, thank you,” you said in all innocence to what was really happening.

“Anytime,” Thomas surveyed your body noticing where your wings would be under the towel.

He watched you search, observing the beauty of your skin and when you returned to flat feet he could see the beautiful swell of your breasts being pushed up by the confinement of the towel.

“Perhaps it was in the lower cabinet?” He suggested.

Growling as you pushed your ass back against his hips when you dipped down to check again. The sense of lust filled him, but that really wasn’t new. Ever since meeting you he’s thought about you in that way numerous times! He slid his hands under your towel resting on the front of your thighs.

Feeling the softness of your skin against his, Thomas closed his eyes, imagining you and your perfect being lying underneath him. How he could make an angel fall. Oh, the damage he could do. He could already feel your energy, creating a new sense of power within him.

“So, about apparating in the house,” you started, making no comment to how high his hand were on you, “it’s a pretty hard habit to break am I right?”

“Hmm, yes, you’re always right though,” Thomas charmed you, as you stood, “isn’t that what they say?”

You smiled, before attempting to walk away, but Thomas trapped you between the counter and himself.

“Say, Angel,” he inquired, nails tapping against the counter, “have you ever tampered with the sins?”

“I-I’m not sure to which you’re referring?” You quirked an eyebrow, not sure what the “sins” really were guideline wise.

“Oh, let’s go with, Lust?” His black eyes darkened evermore; your purity only made his skin hot for you.

“No,” you answered honestly, “but as I am on Earth I must admit they can be fascinating.”

Chuckling darkly, Thomas placed a hand on the outside of your thigh, stroking upward until it was on your hip. He watched your expression carefully.
Moving his hand toward the inside of your thigh, you blinked a few times. His skin was extremely warm against you, his heart racing and sharp teeth displayed in a desiring smile.

“Do you want to learn a few things?” He tempted.

Mine - Bellamy Blake Imagine (Part 3)

Author’s Note: this one’s pretty lengthy but felt like I couldn’t split it up, so really sorry it’s so long!

Originally posted by halcyonbellarke

Reader x Bellamy Blake

Word Count: 1,827 words

Warnings: minor swearing

You can read part 1 of this story here (Soulmates)

You can read part 2 of this story here (Rescuer)

The walk back to Camp Jaha was a struggle. You hobbled against Bellamy the whole way, even though he persisted he carry you. You tried to look at the earth around you but your body neglected the movement.

You felt the eyes, boring into your presence. You could only imagine what they were thinking. They only bought back one girl? Where is everyone else? You kept your eyes downcast, you couldn’t bare to look at anyone.

Abby Griffin was the first one to rush to your aid. “I know you. Telsa station, right?” She asks and you just nod, you couldn’t bare to speak.  "Anymore survivors?” She looks towards Bellamy. He slowly shakes his head, and you look away. “She came down on Factory. No other survivors, heaps of supplies.” He replies. “We’ll worry about that later, we need to get you to medical. Jackson!” She yells and Jackson rushes out with a wheelchair.

Every bone in your body ached and as Bellamy helped lower you into the chair. There was a feeling you couldn’t describe, but you just wished he would follow you. He was right behind you. Lagging a few paces just to catch up with his sister, but after that he stopped following and there was a heaviness on your heart.

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Requested by @outside-the-government Reader is a new graduate, assigned to the Enterprise to work under Spock. They’re extremely intimidated by him and he starts to wonder how they ever got such great commendations when they constantly make little mistakes. One day reader breaks down and confronts Spock.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,697

A/N: I think I have changed somethings but oh well, I hope you’ll still like it. I will also probably make a Part 2 for this.


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“[Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Enterprise.”

You stood in your place like moron as your roommate jumped up and down next to you while trying to shake you furiously. Enterprise. All your hardwork and sleepless nights were for this moment. And it had just came true.

“You are so lucky [Y/N]!” your roomate beamed at you and you smiled back at her, thinking that she would tell you how much you deserved it and how she was happy for you.

But of course that was never the case for her. She squeezed your shoulders and…

“You are going to serve under James Kirk! Do you realise how lucky you are? That man is hot!”

Instead of getting angry at her you just sighed and grabbed her hands. “You know I don’t care about that! I get to work in one of the best ships in the fleet!” You grinned, feeling proud.

“This is gonna be great.” you thought, determined.

Only if you knew…


You stood among the blue shirts, nervous. “It’s okay [Y/N]. You have nothing to worry about.” you thought to yourself. A small smile slowly formed on your face. Of course you had nothing to worry. You were the best student in all of your classes and you worked hard to become a science officer. What could go wrong?

“Ensign [Y/L/N], correct?”

Your smile faded as an unfamiliar and cold voice adressed you. You lifted your head to see a tall figure standing in front of you, his hands behind his back. You blinked a few times and took a step back, clearing your throat.

“It is correct… sir.” you replied and gained a more serious posture as you realised who this man (Vulcan in his case) was.

His emotionless eyes bored into yours which made you feel like a hammer was placed inside your chest. Your hands slightly shook and you hid them behind your back, trying to avoid his gaze. Everything about this man screamed “superiority” and you could not help but feel intimidated.

“Commander Spock, pleased to be your acquaintance.” he said and gave a slight nod.

His lack of emotion made you nervous. You were known among friends for your talent on reading people’s emontions easily. But the Commander in front of you gave you no chance for that, making you uneasy.

You found yourself not being able to formulate words. After what seemed like an eternity you finally managed to stutter out a “Thank you?”

At that moment you just wanted to smack yourself on the head. “‘Thank you?’ Really, [Y/N]? Way to make yourself look stupid in front of the Commander.” you thought.

Spock though only raised an eyebrow to your strange and tense behaviour, thinking it was just you -as a Human- were meant to become nervous while adapting to a new environment.

Clearing his throat to snap you out of your inner conversation he said “I am here to inform you, since you are the best new graduate assigned to the Enterprise and your experience on astrometrics and chemistry are quite fascinating, our captain decided that you are to work under me. I would like to assure you that I will do my best as your mentor and help you get settled in the ship.”

You looked at Spock, trying to see if he was joking. But you should have known better than that. Vulcans were too honest for jokes. You smiled, tried not to look away from his piercing gaze and gulped the lump in your throat.

“I am honored, sir.” you replied. A chance was given to you and you were not going to mess this up. Spock just nodded in approval and turned his back to you. “Shall we, Ensign?”

Before waiting for a reply he started walking away. You took a deep breath and fisted your hands in an attempt to stop them from shaking. “We shall.” you muttered and followed him quickly.

Unaware of the bright blue eyes observing your interaction with the commander…


“Wow you are doing a great job, [Y/N]!” the Lieutenant said happily as he looked at the equation you have been working on. You blushed at the praise.

“Thank you, Lieutenant Rivera.” you said taking your PADD from him. Lieutenant Rivera was a charming man. His brown eyes matched with his vibrant green eyes and his smile always seemed to brighten the place. He has been really helpful since your arrival on the ship. Making sure you were comfortable in the lab and helping you meeting other officers.

He was the exact opposite of a certain commander, that was for sure.

He chuckled and ruffled your hair. “I told you a billion times, call me Ace.” You quickly swatted his hand away and fixed your hair back in its place. “Alright, Ace.” you said and returned to your desk. “I am almost done with my work here, after that we can go get lunch.”

The door to the lab slid open as Spock himself made an entrance. You quickly looked in front of you and tried to focus on your work.

It’s been two weeks since you arrived but you still couldn’t keep yourself together when he was standing near you. Ace, knowing of the situation, squeezed your hand before standing up.

“Commander, how can I help you?”

You tuned out the voices for your own sake as you wrote vigorously on one of the papers, trying not to think about the man behind you. His lack of emotion made you uncomfortable. Not being able to guess his thoughts or dechiper his facial expressions made you want to rip your hair out. It was almost like talking to an android.

You were so into your thoughts that you did not realise Spock aproaching your desk. That is why when he said “Ensign [Y/L/N].” you dropped your pencil on the desk pretty loudly out of surprise. You placed a hand on your chest to calm yourself and cleared your throat.

“Commander, you startled me.”

Spock raised an eyebrow at you. “I apologize. That was not my intention.” he answered as he peered over your shoulder to the papers scattered on your desk and PADD. His eyebrows furrowed and he reached for the paper that you were just writing on, examining it for a moment. It made you feel like a high school student about to be scolded by their teacher.

“Ensign [Y/L/N]. I am afraid you have got this part of the equation wrong.” he lowered himself next to you so he could show you where you made the mistake. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. It wasn’t like you to make this kind of a mistake.

“I’m sorry, sir. I will correct it now.” you said and took the paper away from his hands, looking at it. You felt Spock’s gaze on you for a few seconds before he turned to the Lieutenant and gave a nod before leaving the lab.

You let out a breath you did not know you were holding. Ace came behind you and took the paper out of your hands. “Let’s forget about this and get some food in our system.”



Spock appeared beside you while you were working on a new stellar map. You shrieked at the sudden voice of your mentor. Spock decided to ignore your sudden outburst and took a sit next to you, looking at your handmade maps. “I am curious about your choice of methods, Ensign [Y/L/N]. While we have fully functional PADDs, you still use paper and colorful pens for mapping.” he said, tracing his fingers around the map you were working on.

You turned your attention to the maps in front of you so that you could avoid looking at his eyes. “I have been… fascinated by stars ever since I was a child. And drawing stellar maps on paper was like my hobby as a teenager. I guess old habits die hard, I transfer the maps to my PADD after I am finished with them.”

You saw Spock give you a nod from the corner of your eye before he stood up. “I came here beause I wanted to discuss your previous assignment.”

You tensed up. “What did I do wrong this time?” you asked to yourself. It’s been nearly a month since you started working on the Enterprise but it seemed like you always made sure you made something wrong whenever it involved the Vulcan before you.

“The formula you came up would have been perfect. Only problem was the oxidant amount you used in it.”

“Of course. How could I be so stupid.” you scoffed at yourself inwardly.

“It won’t happen again sir.” you said and turned to continue your work on the maps. Unexpectedly, you heard a sigh from Spock, which made you snap your head to his direction.

“I am concerned, [Y/L/N]. For an officer of your reputation, you seem to be making a lot of mistakes.

For a moment you thought you actually saw concern in his eyes. But the moment you saw it his gaze turned back to its usual stoic one and you started to think if you were imagining things.

“I am grateful of your concern sir and I assure you this is not how I usually am. I think I am having trouble, getting used to how thinks work here.” It wasn’t totally a lie. You were having trouble… getting used to him.

Spock, thought for a moment and placed his hands behind his back, like he always does. “I see, Ensign. I shall leave you alone with your work.”


You nearly fell to the ground for the third time as Commander Spock led you to the bridge.

“Your balance seems to be off today, [Y/L/N]. Maybe we should stop by the medbay first.”

“I am perfectly fine, sir.” you said as you clutched your maps in your arms, nervous. “Why did you want me in the bridge?”

“You will participate in our meeting with the captain next week as my underling. Request of Lieutenant Rivera as he thinks you are more than capable. I am to give you the reports that we will be viewing.”

Your heart thumped in your chest and you, once again, nearly fell down on your knees. They wanted an ensign? For a meeting with the captain? You felt pride fill in your chest.

“But sir, what does this have to do with my maps?..” you ask, remembering the pieces of paper in your arms.

“I… wanted to examine some of them. That is if you do not mind [Y/L/N].” the slight falter in his sentence made you look up to his face, which was a rare thing since usually you were too afraid to do so. It felt comforting to know that even though he still seemed like a robot to you he was much more content with you. He even dropped the “Ensign” while he was talking to you.

Entering the bridge you made eye contact with your new friend, Hikaru Sulu and you sent him a smile which he returned. Spock took the maps from your arms and said that he would be back with the reports soon so you approached Hikaru.

“Hey.” he said with a grin.

“Hey yourself. Don’t think I forgot about you ditching me yesterday.” you tried to look angry but smiled nonetheless. He rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the console and you waited for Spock patiently.

Around 5 minutes later he returned with a PADD. “Everything you need to review is in here. I expect you to be done with it before next week.” he passed you the device. You took it starting to feel nervous again. You dared to look upto his face and unsurprisingly saw his hard gaze on you.

“I… I should go, Commander.” you stuttered and took a step back but you tripped on your own feet. You fell backwards and expected to find yourself on the hard ground. But instead the surface was soft and something was wrapped around your waist.

“Well I did not expect to find a beautiful lady on my lap today but I am totally not complaining.”

You opened your eyes in shock as you came face to face with your Captain. Realising you had wrapped your arms around his neck out of instinct, you squealed and immediately tried to untangle yourself from him.

“C-captain! I’m so s-sorry I-” you tried to get up but his grip on our waist didn’t let you.

“I don’t believe we have been introduced properly. James Tiberius Kirk. Nice to meet you.”

“Ensign [Y/N] [Y/L/N].” you managed to reply.

Suddenly you felt a grip on your wrist and you were pulled upto your feet with an unhumanly strength. You came face to face with a hard chest.

“I would appreciate it if I could get [Y/L/N] back, Captain.” Spock’s voice came to your ears and your face turned red, his hand still around your wrist.

“Of course you would.” Jim said as he recalled your awkward interaction with him when you first came to the ship. “Heard a lot of good things about you [Y/N]. I’m looking forward to our meeting next week.”

Your face became even redder (if that was even possible) and you managed to say “Thank you, Captain.” He waved his hand as if he was dismissing something. “No, call me Jim. You don’t need to be so formal with me like you are with Mr. Spock here.” he looked playfully at the Commander.

“It seems I fail to understand why yo-”

“I probably should return to the lab!” your loud voice interupted their conversation as you released your wrist from Spock’s hand and dashed out of the bridge.

Once you reached the safety of the lab, you flooped down on your desk, making Ace look at you with a raised eyebrow.

“What the hell was that?” you asked to yourself.


You sighed, happy with yourself as Jim dismissed the meeting. You let out chuckle when he grinned and sent a thumbs up your way before he too left the room.

“I must say that I am satisfied with how far you have become Ensign [Y/L/N].”

You jumped in your seat when the familiar voice of Spock reached your ears. You got up from your seat so that you could face him. “Thank you, sir.” your murmered your answer and look down at your feet.

“I fail to understand what I have done to you, [Y/L/N].”

Your eyes snapped to his in surprise.

“Have I done something to offend you that you have a hard time even looking at my direction?”

You didn’t understand why the question made you angry, but it did. For a moment you forgot that Spock was your commanding officer and raised your voice.

“Well, Mr. Spock. How am I supposed to look at you if I can’t tell what you are thinking in that Vulcan head of yours?”

You realised that your outburst had confused him so you tried to calm down and sat back on your chair.

“I…” you started. “I find comfort in reading emotions. It makes me believe that no matter what, we are all the same and I find it very… soothing.” you looked into his eyes. “But you… Spock, you intimidate me. With your stoic face and cold eyes. It makes me feel nerveous.” you chuckled

Feeling a little better, you rose back up. Spock seemed to be shocked, his expression slightly changed and eyebrows raised.

“I was not aware that was the case…” he said, his voice softer than ever. You blinked your eyes at him, not believing the sight in front of you. You definetly could see the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“I apologize that I could not understand your need to… communicate with me properly.” he said, finally understanding the situation.

When you realised that you were finally able to look into his eyes without trembling, you grinned at him.

“Glad to see your smile.”

Spock’s eyebrows furrowed as his face returned to its regular state. “I did not smile [Y/L/N].”

You chuckled, becoming quite amused. “Sure you didn’t, sir.“

northisnotup  asked:

Okay but you know on the 007 blooper reel or interviews or whatever Sid's costar makes sly comments about his sex life and how his husband visited the set and they had to alter the blocking cause Sid was 'walking from side to side' if you know what I mean.... and Sid just smiles, crooked and smug and will neither confirm nor deny

“Evgeni Malkin is a big man,” Sidney’s co-star says to the interviewer. “Big hockey player. Towered over me easily. Don’t think he liked me all too much, really.”

“Of course he liked you,” Sidney says, somewhat apologetically. “That’s just…his face. It’s his hockey face.”

“Guy glares at me the entire time, sees Sidney, then turns into a big puppy dog. It’s fascinating.” He wiggles his eyebrows at Sidney. “And the next day, after we finished shooting the, um, the love scene, Sidney walks in, and he’s sort of limping.”

“I hurt my ankle on the sightseeing tour!” Sidney protests, but he’s holding back a grin.

“Oh, I bet you hurt that ankle. Hurt it all night long.”

“Stop–” but Sidney is laughing too. “It’s not like that.”

“Okay, Sidney.” His co-star grins, then turns to the interviewer. “Sorry, am I allowed to–I’m sorry, it’s just hilarious. We had to change the blocking for an entire scene because Sidney was waddling–”

“I did not waddle!” 

I’m Not That Scary... Don’t Give Me That Look

Star Wars (The Prequels) One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Darth Maul

Warnings: violence-ish

Request: “can you do a shy/sensible reader x Darth Maul please? Like she is too shy to talk to him or look at him in the eyes. I really love what you write, it’s so amazing! and sorry if my request is formulated wrong, I’m a french-Canadian. >< big love <3 - anon

Word Count: 803

A/N: Your request is fine !! Hope it’s okay, and thank you so much !!

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Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: blood

Words: 1086

A/N: This request is brutal!… I LOVE IT (request #6)

“I still can’t believe you’re marrying a human,” Maze said, her voice filled with disgust as Lucifer stood in front of a mirror, fixing his jacket. “I mean, it’s not that you’re just having sex with her, Lucifer, you’re marrying her. You’re putting a ring on your finger you’ll never be able to take off. You won’t be able to look at any other women but her and-”

“Am I hearing a tint of jealousy in your words, Maze?” Lucifer interrupted, looking at her through the mirror. “I find her fascinating.” He grinned widely as he spun around to look at her. “Took me forever for her to fall in love with me and I loved it.”

Maze crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me you loved this mortal ever since we arrived?” she asked.

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[Headcanon] How Kumo really ended up with the Nibi.

Alternatively: That one time Tobirama made friends with the Necromancer Hellcat.

Because I can totally see the Nibi trolling the Shinobi world. Mito thinks it’s hilarious, and Tobirama has got to get his kicks somehow.

It begins when Mito seals the Kyubi into her navel with nothing but ink and chakra. Suddenly the whole shinobi world is gearing up, ready for battle. In the idiot-mind of Tobirama’s older brother (seriously, this naïve trusting nature of his will get him killed someday) the best thing to do is to track down the other bijuu, seal them up into nice little packages, and ship them off to neighboring countries.

‘Everybody gets a Bijuu!’ He announces over the kotatsu during dinner one night, beaming at his own brilliance.

Tobirama facepalms when he hears this.

Mito snorts, but secretly she agrees with her brother-in-law.

This can only end in tears.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a fic where Ezekiel is in a really bad relationship and Jake is all worried but Ezekiel thinks he's overstepping his boundaries but then everything between him and his partner gets worse and Ezekiel is terrified and miserable and goes to Jake for help?

This got…long. But, I guess, that was to be expected with a topic this important. It also doesn’t help that I turned this into a Happily Ever Afters AU! (except Ezekiel’s not an FBI agent and Jake’s not a professor. The Library-Bar is still there though.) I really wanted to visit that universe and this prompt, being a bit more serious and domestic than the usual show, felt like the perfect excuse for it. I really hope you enjoy this!

Warning: This talks about serious topics such as domestic abuse/abusive relationships (mainly mental/emotional but physical is touched upon). I don’t claim to be an expert on these topics and tried to base it off the few personal experiences I’ve (and people I know have) had with abusive relationships (which, blessedly, isn’t much anyways). If this is something you cannot read then please do not. Please take care of yourselves and heed these warnings. And, also, I love you, whoever you may be. So, so much <3

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The Fairest Of Them All

Requested by @skumar402 : Hi! Just wanted to say your writing is fantastic and I love your imagines! I was wondering whether I could submit an imagine for GoT. Could you write an imagine where the reader is the most beautiful woman in Westeros yet her family’s social status is at the bottom but yet all the sons of the noble families want her as their wife. You can choose who she ends up with! Thank you! Xx 

 Word count: 874

 The wind is warm and makes you smile. You don’t know why you had to put a dress on and brush your dark hair until it’s perfectly straight. Is it about politics? Will you use your beauty to blind someone and make them accept stupid terms? Probably. Your beauty uses to be a curse instead of a blessing. Poems and tributes are made about you, throughout Westeros. Even tough your House isn’t rich or famous, every Lord in Westeros wants you as their wife. You hate them. You wish they knew that you enjoy hunting more than anything in the world; that you love books more than you love people. But no, you’re no more than a beautiful Lady. The most beautiful of Westeros, they say.

 “My lady. You look wonderful as always. ”

 “Thank you, maester.” You offer him a sweet smile. It’s not his fault, after all. The old man knows how much you hate this, but he needs to follow your father’s commands. “What is it about? Some soldiers are hunting and I wanted to join them.”

 “You have a new proposal.”

 “Which House is t now? Bolton? Tyrel? Lannister? Martel?” You take a deep breath, mentally counting how many letters you received this year.

 “Stark, my Lady.”

 “Good. Send him a Raven with my answer.” You wave your hand at the master, turning your attention back to the big trees outside the walls.

 “He didn’t send a Raven. He came here.” The master words make you feel tired immediately. Now you have to deal with the Stark in person.

 You meet him in the balcony, talking with you father. When they notice your presence, both come to greet you. You hug your father and let the Stark kiss your hand.

 “I’ll leave you to talk.” You father smiles at you and disappears.

 “My Lady, I am Robb Stark, first son of Lord Eddard Stark.” The man is very handsome, strong and gentle. You stare at him for a few seconds before moving away, sitting on one of the chairs, staring at the horizon.

 “I know who you are. You’re the only Stark that looks like this.”

 “Like this?”

 “Yes.” You notice him sitting on the chair beside you, his eyes on your face. “Well, my answer is no.”

 Behind you, on the hall, you can hear the soldier’s voices. They’re celebrating the hunt, and you can hear perfectly when someone says that it was the best hunt of the year. You sigh, shooting an angry look at Robb, who raised his eyebrows.

 “Did I say something?”

 “No. You decided to come here to ruin my plans and now I missed the best hunt of the year. Thank you so much, Robb Stark.” You stand up, walking fast to leave him, but Robb is faster and grabs your arm.

 “Wait. You go hunting?” He seems impressed, a shadow of a smile on his beautiful lips.

 “Yes. And riding and reading and fighting. Are you impressed?”

 “I’ll ignore the sarcasm, but yes, I’m impressed. You’re better than I thought.” Robb lets go of your arm, but you stand there, awkwardly staring at him. “They were right about you, you’re the most beautiful woman in Westeros. But I wish someone told me you like this kind of stuff. I’d come earlier.”

 “Go home, Robb Stark.”

 “Would you ride with me? The woods around here are fascinating.”

 You think about denying, but something forces you to say yes. You father allows you to go for a ride all alone with Robb, and soon enough you’re both outside, tall trees surrounding you. Robb’s horse walks right beside yours, and the man keeps staring at you with a stupid smile on his face.

 “Don’t waste your time, I’m tired of marriage proposals. Being beautiful is a curse for sure.”

 “I know, Lady (Y/N). But now I have a new proposal.”

 You raise your eyebrows at him. “What kind of proposal?”

 “I am very impressed, my Lady. I want to get to know you. You can spend some days with me at Winterfell. The hunts are even better.”

 “Winterfell? Do you know that the heir of the Iron Islands, Theon Greyjoy lives there? He sent me dozens of ravens.” Theon tried everything to have you as his wife, declaring that he’ll be Lord of the Iron Islands even tough he lives in Winterfell.

 “Theon won’t bother you, I promise.”

 You try to hide how much you want to go. Robb is so handsome that you almost said yes when you first saw him. And the way he acts around you is different from anyone. You do want to spend more time with him. There’s something pulling you to him, you can’t deny it.

 “I’ll accept. Just a few days.”


 The days turned into months, and the months turned into a whole year. Robb proved to be everything you ever wanted. He would hunt with you, teach you new moves with a sword and go for long rides with you alone. You fell in love and so did he. His eyes looking at the real you, not just at your pretty face. After two years living in Winterfell, you married him, the happiest day of your life.

A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language.

Office Hours (Ardyn Izunia x Reader) Ch. 1

Hey guy’s! So a while ago I did a small drabble for @poisonous-panda and @ardyn-enters-your-askbox, and I’ve managed change it into a full on fanfic. So here you go and enjoy! ^_^

It was only 13:00 in the afternoon as you made your way to the Commander Offices within Zegnautus. With the increase of Magitek Infantry replacing the standard Human Infantry, production had shot through the roof. Requisitions were constantly sent to your office that it was a wonder you could even find your desk under the mountains of paperwork.

The elevator bell chimed softly, announcing the arrival of your floor, before you stepped out and walked the 35 feet to your door. Though when you arrived upon the threshold, you were surprised to see it already occupied. Ardyn Izunia, infamous Chancellor of Niflheim, was currently seated at your desk wearing a smile that could have charmed a beggar of his last gil.

“Good afternoon (y/n), I trust you’ve had a pleasant morning.”

(Y/n) watched him lean back in your desk chair, a slight chill crawling up your spine at the sight of his smirking lips. You were use to seeing that expression charm stubborn politicians or idiotic commanders, but it was different to be on the recieving end. It reminded you of a couerl about to pounce on a unsuspecting hunter.

“Chancellor Izunia,” you spoke, facing his gaze. “What brings you to my office? Does the Emperor request for Sector 6?”

“Oh no my dear, I am not here on business,” he replied cheerfully. “I simply wish to inquire about a fascinating tale I’ve heard curtesy of the local rumor mill.”

You raised an eyebrow at that, “you’ve never struck me as the type to follow iddle gossip Chancellor.”

“There is much you do not know of me, (y/n)” Ardyn chuckled, as if laughing at a personal joke. “Though I would ask you to at least humor me.”

You mentally shivered at his reply, the request sounding more like a demand. It was absurd the amount of power he had over you with just a few words. Calmly you turned away from him, hiding from his amber-gaze, and walked over to your simple kitchenette in order to make some tea. Anything to distract yourself from the current situation.

“I suppose so. What is it that you wish to know?” You said, pouring the tea leaves into the pot.

You can hear a soft thumping as he drummed his fingers against your chair. “I’ve heard….you have a liking for me, my dear.”

At his words left his mouth, you froze, dropping the tin of tea leaves onto the counter. Slowly you turned to face him and watched as his ever-present smirk grew more devious with your silence. You tried to mentally will your body to stop the blush that slowly crept up your face while simultaneously cursing whatever idiot let that tidbit slip. As your silence continued, Ardyn’s smirk grew larger.

“And you wish me to confirm this little rumor?” You said, proud that you didn’t stutter.

Ardyn shrugged, standing from your chair and walking around the desk. “I never said that. I was merely…curious, as to whether the rumor had a grain of truth. Though fret not, you shall not harm my feelings should they be false.”

You finally turned to face him once more, who was now leaning against the front of your desk. He sat with his arms crossed, his golden eyes sending you the unspoken challenge. The question now…was whether to play the game.

“What if….what if these rumors happen to be true?”

“That would be very dangerous, (y/n)”

You take a silent breath before meeting his eyes, amber clashing against (y/e.c). “I guess it’s a good thing I don’t frighten easily.”

His smirk turned to one of triumph before he closed the distance between you two.

Ardyn pursed his lips as he approached, coming to a stop right in front of you. His towering height a major disadvantage against your short stature. “You don’t frighten easily? Oh (y/n),” he says, his head cocked to the side with a wide grin. “It’s adorable that you believe you can handle me.”

You met his gaze head on, despite the slight tremble that shook your body. “Careful Chancellor, one would think you are trying to flirt with me.”

“My dear (y/n), you believe me to be merely flirting?” Ardyn laughed, he was so close now you could smell his cologne. His hand gently grasped your chin, rough fingers caressing your skin making it feel as if an thunder spell was cast through your entire body. “Perhaps I should try harder….”

“…..Do your worst, Chancellor.” You stated boldly, now challenging him.

His grin grew as he leaned closer to your lips, already noticing the flush of your cheeks and dilation of your eyes. Time seemed to stand still for the briefest of moments before his lips crashed against your own. His lips were surprisingly soft, an odd counter to the heated passion behind his kiss. You gasped in slight surprise before responding immediately; pressing yourself ever closer to his body. He smirked into the kiss, knowing how desperately you wanted this, but refused to comply. He moved from your lips to your jaw, creeping ever so slowly down your neck. You yelped in surprise as he bit you and your hands immediately went to his coat in order to remove it.

“Ah ah ah, my dear, I am not finished yet.” He spoke between kisses, grasping your hands in a firm grip.

He lifted you onto the kitchenette’s counter, hands trailing in agonizing slowness down your hips and thighs. You gripped at his shoulders for balance before running your hands through his wine-colored hair. Ardyn hummed in enjoyment against your neck, sliding a hand against the inside of your thigh….

A knock sounded at the door and suddenly the moment was gone. You opened your eyes in fright as the door opened to reveal Commander Loqi, a stack of reports in his arms. “Commander (y/n), I’m sorry to bother you but I have some files for you to- oh, Chancellor Izunia, I didn’t see you there.

Ardyn smiled at the young Commander, the magenta-haired man now sitting in an armchair in front of your desk. “Worry not Commander, (y/n) were just having a discussion on the new Magitek designs. But, I believe it is time I take my leave. (Y/n), it was a pleasure.” He tipped his hat to you in farewell before departing.

Loqi stared placed the files on your desk and looked at you with confusion. “Is something wrong Commander (y/n)?”

"No, I…just spilled some tea is all.”

And there’s chapter 1. Let me know what you guy’s think. ^_^

here have a Life in Reverse excerpt nobody asked for!! since this chapter is getting a little out of hand on me

“Loki said you are a hero to your people,” he said. Steve looked up from frowning at his lap, his expression…Loki would have described it as ‘wary.’

“Some people would say that. I fought in a war a long time ago.”

“Oh? Who were you fighting?” He sounded genuinely interested. This being something to do with battles, perhaps he even was.

“I don’t know that it’d make a lot of sense to you if you don’t know Earth history,” Steve said, sounding reluctant.

“But you were fighting other humans,” Thor persisted. Steve looked like he wanted to grimace.

“That’s what war always is, here.”

“Not always,” Loki said smoothly. “Almost a millenia ago your Realm was invaded by another. The Jotnar. Frost giants.” He glanced at Thor with a thin smile. “Surely you remember this.”

Steve’s eyebrows pulled together. “Frost giants? I don’t think that popped up in any history I read.”

“There may not have been many living witnesses to tell the tale,” Loki said. “I am sure Thor could tell you all the sordid details; he used to be fascinated by the whole thing. Jotnar hauling off babies to eat, bathing in the blood of their victims-”

“I no longer believe in the accuracy of those accounts,” Thor interrupted, his voice harsh. “All written by scholars years later who were not there.”

“Does it not seem likely?” Loki pressed. His smile felt sharp enough to cut. “You’ve seen the beasts. Witnessed their savagery firsthand. You used to say-”

“I may have been - I was overly harsh,” Thor said. “I believe now that Asgard may hold…unjust prejudice against the Jotnar as a whole.” Steve was looking back and forth between them, his eyes narrowed.

“I get the feeling I’m missing something.”

“Not at all,” Loki said. “Just a friendly debate.”


“No way,” he protested, waving at the cliffs with emphasis. “Check out those cliffs, and the trees up there! You are a giant!”

The giant looked aside and his eyebrows lifted slightly as he noticed. The trees standing atop the shoreside cliffs were tall compared to Chase, but none of them would come to even half the giant’s height. 

“Ah. Okay,” he admitted, glancing back to Chase. The giant smiled faintly again, a fascinated and amused look. “Guess I am. But you can just call me Jacob.”

A prompt for @paigethefiremage, of @neonthebright‘s characters Chase and Jacob (the exerpt above is from her story Chase in Lilliput). I’m always up for drawing Jacob, and this story so far is great, so I think it’s entirely fitting that I sketch out a scene. ^^ My only regret is that I didn’t get to really show Chase- maybe another time.

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Dear Whitney,

happy birthday to you, my darling flower, from Hannah and Mari. This is part two of our collab, percabeth style, written my Hannah. I hope you enjoy it, my love, and that you’re having a wonderful birthday <3

“I’m impressed with the candles by the way,” Annabeth told her boyfriend. “It sets quite the mood.”

On the screen of her laptop, Percy flashed her a toothy smile. “Just keepin’ the romance alive.”

Behind him came a loud snort, reminding Annabeth that they had an audience. “Percy and Annabeth, keeping the romance alive since 2005,” Piper said. Annabeth couldn’t see her face as she walked out of the kitchen towards the couch Percy was sitting on, but she knew Piper was rolling her eyes.

“2009,” she corrected. “We got together when we were sixteen.”

Piper threw herself down on the couch next to Percy, taking a swig of the beer in her hand. “Right. I forget you guys haven’t actually been dating since middle school, as married as you are.”

“We are not married!” Percy protested. Annabeth tried not to feel too offended by his defensive tone.

Piper snorted. “You’re kind of married.”

Percy looked at Annabeth with a vague expression of alarm, as if he might have forgotten them getting married. Annabeth stifled a laugh at his panic-stricken face. “Piper, you’re freaking him out,” she berated.

“Sorry.” She sat up and peered into the camera. “So how is Paris? Are you missing me? Have you replaced me with a cooler, more cultured French best friend?”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. She’d been in France for over five months now and Piper still asked her the same thing nearly every time they spoke. “You’re still my one and only, McLean,” she reassured her.

Piper winked at her. “Good to know. Now, the more important question is, have you found a hunky French dude to elope with yet?”

That’s when Percy threw her out of the apartment.

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Kiss It Better

 ( ff.net ) Notes: before I go away on holiday, here’s another SonAmy Boom fanfic and training AU, where Amy wants to become more skillful with her hammer so she takes combat lessons with Sonic. Similar to “That Little Kiss You Stole” except this is based off a conversation we had in the Sonic Skype chat.

But instead of her arm/forehead I used her shoulder instead. :3 

Setting: Sonic Boom universe.  

((*whispers* sonic-for-life & metal-harbor I wrote the thing ;D)) 

“Back on your feet,” demanded Sonic the hedgehog, towering over the fallen female, perilous weapon in hand. Amy squinted up at him, sweat pooling in the corners of her eyes. She wiped a forearm across her face, clearing her vision and catching her breath. The blue hedgehog had the sun at his back, casting his whole frame into silhouette and making him look even more imposing. Amy could see that he was breathing heavily, but he was far from spent. Her precious hammer laid at his feet, just out of reach. Sonic kicked it across to her.

“Come on, get up.” Sonic couldn’t help smirking.  

She picked up the hammer and used it as a crutch to haul herself upright once more. Sonic was relentless whenever he put the effort into a fight, keeping Amy on her toes at all times. They’d been training throughout the entire afternoon, and she was battered, bruised and aching. Her arms were decorated with grazes, her clothes crinkled, and her right cheek caked with dirt. She’d pushed herself to the point of exhaustion. But that didn’t stop her at all, not one bit.

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