i give you ten out of ten for being such an adorable human being

Nct as Vampires

Request: Hi! Could you do an NCT Vampire au? Like how each of the members would be as a vampire? Thank you! :) I hope I requested correctly

A/N: i was actually thinking of writing a single post for each member but it’d be too many so here’s only a brief summary !! if you want me to emphasise on a specific member please do request again !

Assume that only you know about their identity and they promised not to hurt you as long as you don’t tell anyone else ,, and also you live together with them


  • really chill about his identity
  • like when you first told him you knew , all he did was get shocked and asked how you knew , then went back to being normal
  • acts more like a human than a vampire tbh
  • you don’t even know how he survives because you never actually saw him eat/suck ( is this even right it sounds wrong omg ) any other living things before for their blood
  • and when you ask him ,
  • he simply replies with a “ secrets ”
  • turns out he’s been drinking blood he stole from clueless vampire WinWin’s bottle/jar since they stay in the same room


  • he’s so quiet and mysterious it’s creepy
  • like you don’t know when he’d do something dangerous and sudden
  • so you lowkey stayed away from him even after he promised not to hurt you
  • but then you realised he’s an actual softie
  • because you saw him crying over an anime once
  • yes vampires need entertainment too
  • so you start opening up to him
  • and he shares with you about his family and ancestors
  • like how great of vampires they were
  • when he goes out to hunt at night though ,
  • he becomes really serious and you lowkey got scared once because he came back home with blood all around his mouth
  • then he smiles at you innocently and blankly
  • and you can’t help but return a fake smile like hansol you’re scaring me get away and wash up first


  • okay he likes teasing you A LOT
  • okay maybe more of threatening , not teasing
  • like one time you were too lazy to cook lunch for him ,
  • he got super close to you and whispered sarcastically like “ i can’t guarantee you’d still be able to stay up till dinner tonight though ”
  • and he shows his fangs too like stop johnny what are you doing
  • so you were left with no choice but to cook for him
  • he’s such a flirty vampire i cant even
  • like he got you a black dress and cap one day
  • and when you asked him why ,
  • he was like “ you should know we vampires can’t be exposed to sunlight ,, but your beauty and smile’s shining brighter than it so i gotta cover you up ”
  • go away johnny ew
  • kidding he’s so hot tbh


  • really particular about how he looks and acts
  • like he’s really ‘elegant’ as a vampire (?) ( does this even make sense omg )
  • like his cape must be washed and ironed out properly every day before night falls
  • and he HAS to do it himself
  • one time you helped him wash and clean it ,
  • he got so pissed he didn’t come back for two nights
  • turns out he was living in some kind of abandoned house as a bat
  • and he couldn’t stand the dust so he had no choice but to come back
  • he sometimes forgets that you’re human so he shares with you on stories of all the people he’s eaten
  • and when you’re like “ taeyong that’s too much detail … ”
  • he gets all jumpy like , “ oh shit i forgot , i’m sorry ”
  • “ i forgot i got too caught up ”
  • but he doesn’t really seem different from a human being so you’re not that much bothered by him


  • okay here we have another flirty vampire
  • like really really flirty
  • like one moment you’d just be there watching television ,
  • then a pair of hands wraps tightly around your hips
  • “ want me to turn you into one too ? ”
  • “ no wth yuta what are you doing ”
  • “ couldn’t resist you ”
  • “ stop yuta , hands off ”
  • “ who are you to tell me what to do , i have the powers here ”
  • “ yeah sure if you don’t let go i’ll move out rn ”
  • then he lets go right away and pouts like a small kid
  • he’s really lazy and afraid to go out under the sun so he stays at home like 24/7
  • and he clings onto you like a leech
  • disturbing and annoying you as a form of entertainment


  • he’s such an angel though
  • but you didn’t knew he was a vampire until like 1 month of staying together
  • because you always wondered why he went out and came home so late in the night
  • until you saw him drinking some red & thick liquid one day in his cape
  • you almost screamed and fainted
  • but kun was nice enough to help you out , and confessed about his identity after
  • and was like “ don’t worry , i won’t hurt you , you’re too beautiful ”
  • he didn’t even tell you not to spread it , as he trusts that you will keep it a secret
  • so sweet tbh
  • smh why were you born as a vampire not an angel kun


  • always shookt and worried that his identity might get revealed
  • so everytime you come home , the first thing he asks you is
  • “ did you tell anyone ? ”
  • “ doyoung of course not they’d think im crazy ”
  • “ are you sure ? ”
  • “ yes , i promise ”
  • then he goes back to acting all confident and laidback like
  • “ haha what’s there to be afraid of ”
  • then he turns into a bat and follows you around the next day to spy on you
  • and he thought you wouldn’t notice but in fact he’s so obvious so you just let him be


  • always curious about the ‘humans’ like ,
  • “ wow Y/N how does it feel to die ? ”
  • “ do i look like i’ve died before , ten ? ”
  • “ hehe idk , im just curious , i’ve been living for like 127 this is not intentional years now ”
  • “ you’re so old ”
  • “ but i’m still cute right ?? ”
  • and he gives you a cute and innocent smile
  • you wonder if he’s even a vampire
  • but when he gets ready to go out at night he always has this smirk on his face
  • and he’d have eye contact with you before he flies off
  • so rude but you gotta admit he looks good


  • like taeil he’s pretty chill about his identity
  • his naturally white and fair skin caught your attention first
  • then he was always hiding in the room first thing in the morning , saying that he had to take his ’ daily medicine ’
  • turns out it was small cups of blood when you went to check
  • so when you first asked him he was just like
  • “ since i trust you , yeah i’m one ”
  • then he flashed his sharp fangs infront of you
  • and when he saw your shocked expression he’d laugh to himself , his cute and smol dimples coming back
  • he actually takes care of you instead , and protects you from other vampires/creatures from attacking


  • he’s such a soft person you couldn’t believe it when he told you he was a vampire
  • and he casually mentioned it to you during a conversation
  • you were shookt for days
  • “ why are you always so tired in the day ”
  • “ i don’t sleep at night ”
  • “ why ? ”
  • “ we are more active in the dark ”
  • “ ‘we’ ? ”
  • “ vampires .. ”
  • he’s cute and innocent most of the time
  • but when night time falls he gets really serious and doesn’t come back quickly ,
  • because he has to find the perfect type and taste of blood which suits him

The minors are all half-vampires instead of ‘full’ ones


  • he’s so clueless and adorable he often asks you vampire related questions that you cant even answer , like
  • “ why do we live forever ? will we never die ? wow that’s cool ”
  • “ mark i dont know .. ”
  • “ how am i supposed to take blood out of someone , won’t it hurt them ? ”
  • “ mark i’m not a vampire idk anything ”
  • “ oh … sorry ”
  • he’s so polite and nice he almost starved and fainted because he couldn’t bear to hurt anyone for blood
  • so you had no choice but to donate your own blood
  • which also refused to drink ,
  • but you forced it down his throat , so now active mark is back again


  • another literal angel why
  • he tries his best to sustain his hunger by only eating food
  • but part of him still feels drained because he’s half-vampire after all , he needs blood
  • so he tried drinking his own one ,
  • but it made him even sicker
  • so you had to ask for vampire taeyong’s help because he always had spare bottles of blood
  • just like that you lectured renjun on keeping his body healthy and fit
  • and he was like “ sure … but one person that i’d never ever eat is you , even if im dying ”
  • go reborn as an angel with kun please


  • he’s always smiling and cheerful , the thought of him being a vampire never once crossed your mind
  • but when he told you that he’s only half ,
  • you still got really shocked and speechless ,
  • and as soon as he noticed he promised not to hurt you
  • he likes showing you baby photos of himself , the growing process of his small fangs ,
  • and the way he’d always smile brightly
  • he likes going on walks with you but he always prepares a cap and a pair of jacket to cover himself , if he gets exposed to the sun too much


  • such a prankster i cant even
  • he’d offer to pour you a cup of water ,
  • then when he comes out with two cups filled with red liquid you’re like ,
  • “ this better not be blood haechan- ”
  • “ it is ”
  • “ what why ”
  • “ try it , it’s really good ”
  • “ no donghyuck i cant do this ”
  • “ shut up and drink it ”
  • and after a few minutes of arguing ,
  • “ it’s only some cranberry juice ”
  • and he also likes joking about turning you into a vampire too
  • and would use it as an advantage to call you to help him do things
  • “ help me wash my clothes … if not i might hurt you , idk ”


  • a mixture of haechan + winwin
  • one moment he’d be all soft and positive ,
  • the other he’s scaring you with his fangs and blood
  • but he knows when to stop and not scare you too much
  • he’s also pretty flirty and smooth like
  • “ if you were a blood type you’d be my favourite ”
  • “ jaemin that’s not cool , stop ”
  • “ okay fine you’re my favourite human ”


  • he’s so happy and loud you didn’t think he was a vampire
  • and his looks did not help too , as he looked so cute and adorable to you
  • he slightly teases and joke with you
  • especially when he reminds you of the face you made when he first told you
  • your mouth and eyes were wide open and no words were said
  • he doesn’t really need that much blood so he acts just like a normal human being ,
  • only sometimes when you notice him getting a bit tired ,
  • you’d ask him to go eat/replenish on his blood intake and listens to you without fail


  • like chenle , this baby is still in the process of developing the vampire characteristics ,
  • so his fangs are still pretty short and he can perform perfectly well even without the intake of blood & under sunlight
  • so you had absolutely no idea he was one
  • until he accidentally told you while y'all were talking
  • and he got so flustered and worried after he realised his confession , he couldn’t sleep peacefully that night
  • but as soon as you told him you didn’t mind and would not spread it ,
  • he became to soften up and share more stories of his family to you

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Anakin killing the Tusken tribe and Padme's reaction?

I’ll tackle Padme’s reaction to it first, cause for a lot of people that’s where they can’t see where she’s coming from.

Padme comes from a well off, loving family. Her older sister has two small children who adore their aunt and her parents clearly think very highly of her career and love her very much. Family is very important to Padme so when she hears that Anakin’s mother is in danger – or at the very least that he perceives her to be in danger– she goes with Anakin to check on her, because this is Anakin’s family and that means something to her. He shouldn’t have to be cut off from his family just to keep her safe. When she comes back to Tatooine, they go looking for Shmi, who Padme remembers as the kind older woman who took complete strangers into her home, feed them even though she had literally nothing to her name, and helped them get the parts needed to fix their ship so they could go to the core and eventually save Naboo.

Padme knows she didn’t do anything after that to help Shmi Skywalker. Maybe she tried, maybe she didn’t, but the bottom line is this: she did not help this woman who helped her, her people, and then let her son go off with them. She left Shmi Skywalker in chains. That’s on her – and she knows it. They go to Watto and find out she was sold on and then freed. To Padme, that’s good news – Shmi was freed and then found love! Something good came from her struggles.

But then they get to the Lars homestead and find that Shmi has been taken by Tusken Raiders. The only thing that Padme knows about these people is that they came to a moisture farm in the middle of nowhere, abducted someone, and then killed members of the rescue party that went after Shmi and crippled Cleigg Lars. Maybe if she has a particularly good memory she remembers that they were also shooting at the racers during the podrace that Anakin was in when he was nine and apparently they do it so often that it’s accepted as a normal thing to watch for during said races. Either way, all she knows of them is that they are violent, dangerous, and malicious. They came to Shmi’s home and took her from her family property – it wasn’t like she was in the middle of the wastes and they took her from there, no, they came to Shmi’s home to take her.

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anonymous asked:

Hi do you know of any fics where either Keith or Lance are trans boys?

Hey there Anon!

These fics are in the collection, and ones that I have read myself:


In English, Please - Anonymous

Word Count: 4, 943

Summary: Lance thinks he can get away with flirting with Keith if it’s in Spanish. Lance thinks if he says the words angrily enough no one will catch on to the ruse. Lance thinks his secret crush is safe. Lance, my friends, is very…very wrong.


We’re Still Good - Qpenguin98

Word Count: 1, 913

Summary: He can feel Lance’s heartbeat, warm through the leather of his gloves.

It’s very quiet, for once Lance has nothing to say.

Below the cut are 41 fics that have been categorized into trans!keith, trans!lance, and trans!keith & trans!lance. Just so you know I haven’t read them myself, so read them at your own discretion:

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  • I think everyone has a right to like and dislike characters, as a writer I sympathize with like everyone so it's hard for me to dislike a character so passionately.
  • I've just seen so much Scalia/Malia hate, more Malia hate than anything, and I'm trying to figure out why that is.
  • When Malia was introduced I was impartial, when Stalia happened I was like hell no, and I didn't like Malia for the simple fact that she was barely given screen time before heading into a romance with a main character in the most delusional/unhealthy (from a writer's standpoint aka mine). I saw the #AntiMalia posts and all I could think was I don't like her but that's way too far. They really don't have anything better to do with their time?
  • When season 5 came along and Malia actually got real serious development instead of being a comic relief I took notice. I appreciated what she was going through, I connected with her character. After her Tracey and Theo car ride moment I knew that I really liked this character and that there was no reason to hold the writer's piss poor job of her entry and relationship with Stiles against her.
  • I may be one of the only people on this world that didn't ship Scallison and Scira. Scallison was wayyyyyy too rushed. The first episode? Come on dude. I didn't get a choice if I wanted to see those two together the show said these two are going to be together, here you go, figure it out along the way. Scira was better for me because they had time to develop a friendship before but I have so many issues with Scira.
  • So I've never really successfully shipped anyone with Scott, which made me kinda sad over the seasons, it was always Stiles I was shipping people with. I DO NOT SHIP MALEO.
  • Once I realized how much I loved Scott and Malia as characters on their own without being romantically linked to anybody else I was more okay with the idea of them getting together. At first, like a lot of people I was weirded out because of Stiles BUT STILES DID THE SAME THING WITH LYDIA SO THERE SHOULDN'T BE A DOUBLE STANDARD.
  • By the rules of the show, which I don't recommend going off of lol, Scott and Malia can totally get together because we've seen it happen without any drama with Stydia. HONESTLY WHY PEOPLE ARE SHOCKED BY THIS IS A MYSTERY TO ME LIKE HAVE YOU NOT SEEN A SINGLE EPISODE OF ANY TEEN DRAMA WHERE THEY ALL DATE EACH OTHER MULTIPLE TIMES?!
  • I digress, my point is that most you only hate the idea of Scalia because of three reasons. You hate Malia for reasons people don't like to share. Saying you hate because there's something about her is a BULLSHIT argument. If you can't give episodes or specific details why look at yourself and ask why are you being malicious. Or you ship Scira. I get it. I would be salty too. BUT WE ALL KNOW KIRA ISN'T COMING BACK. STOP USING KIRA AS AN EXCUSE FOR YOUR HATE FOR THE SHIP. ARDEN MADE THE GOODBYE VIDEO LAST SEASON, LAST YEAR, YOU HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE SCIRA WILL BE TOGETHER OR GET MORE SCREEN TIME. IF THEY DIDN'T BREAK UP ON AIR HOPEFULLY THE WRITERS WILL EXPLAIN IT. KIRA WILL BE GONE FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG YOU CAN'T EXPECT SCOTT TO WAIT FOR SOMEONE THAT MAY NEVER COME HOME IN HIS LIFETIME. Or you have the mindset that Scott and Malia are the only two left single so they shouldn't be together just because that/boys and girls can be friends and nothing more.
  • GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THAT. If you think Scalia is happening soley because there the only ones left you haven't been paying attention or reading context clues. Posey and Shelley are really great friends which is why Scalia works and has a standing ground. Scalia is developed in much the same way. They have a BASIS OF FRIENDSHIP FIRST. They're both loyal to each other, protect each other, and kick ass together. They're iconic. And I still don't understand why people hate the friends into something more trope. That's a great trope. Just falling into a romance without being friends with a person is the trope I hate. BUILD THAT FRIENDSHIP YALL! MAJOR KEY ALERT.
  • https: //www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5dcfVp5UBU&list=PLBtjQJj3LJqtVgDDembnysfOs1GCEQQKs
  • I MEAN, LIKE YOU CAN SEE THAT THEY'VE HAD THAT TUNNEL SCENE AND THE ONE IN DEATON'S OFFICE, AND THE PORCH SCENE, AND ALL OF 6A!!! I suggest watching the Pennig vids first(Home, Soldier, and the This or That vids and the cutest upbeat scalia vid is And Your Smile Shining Bright)
  • PLEASE JUST GIVE THE VIDEOS A CHANCE, GIVE THE IDEA OF THEM BEING HAPPY A CHANCE BEFORE YOU WRITE THEM OFF. This vids at the beginning are a little AUey and are more manipued that the older ones because I made the playlist and they came out before 6a was released, the further you go down the list the more actual scalia scenes are used. I doubt any of us would be happy that Scott got a random new love interest for the last ten episodes that we know nothing about or care about and that wouldn't be in all ten episodes.
  • And lastly, Scott turned Malia human again. We all know that. If there hadn't been Scira or residual Scallison do you think you would've shipped Scalia then? I was blind to it until after 5b. He changed her back, she protected him from the Berserkers, from Enis at the hospital, he took care of her when she was drunk, helped with the Desert Wolf/Belasko talons, he told her he was still there for her after the Stalia breakup, if Peter hadn't bitten Scott none of this would've happened and obviously Peter's her dad. Like can yall see the lines here? And all this doesn't mean they have to be together, but if you really look at them and watch Shelley and Tyler together and Scott and Malia then hopefully you'll see what the rest of us see. Two amazing people that have come so far that care for each other they just so happen to figure out how much at the same time. : D
  • I LIED. LASTLY, PENNIG BITCHES!!!!! OHHH MY GOOOOOOD! THEY ARE LIKE LITERALLY SO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER, TYLER MORE SO PROBABLY BUT IT'S SO OBVIOUS. THEY'RE SOCIAL MEDIA GIVES ME HEART PALPITATIONS. SHELLEY IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SO FUNNY! LIKE PENNIG HAS PHOTOSETS OF THEM POOPING, EATING PIZZA, AND JUST BEING WEIRD AF. "I could eat you" Come on, if Shelley didn't have a boyfriend I think Posey would be on that like white on rice. To be fair, I think he already is kinda. It's so obvious he's head over heels for Shelley.
  • BITCH I LIED AGAIN. Lastly, at the very least, the idea of them is adorable. Take out Stiles for a second. If it was just Scott had turned her back and she eventually found her way to the pack but Scira still happened and ended, the idea of them wouldn't be so yuck to some of yall I would think. He's good to her. She needs that after her first relationship that wasn't great in my opinion, but also wasn't as bad as some stydias like to say. I say stalia is all wrong from a writing standpoint not a shipping standpoint. He "tames" her in some ways when she was still learning and she could bring out a wilder side in him. Hu Anita's King and Lionheart Scalia vid on that playlist showcased them perfectly. Like Scott's the King and Malia is his Lionheart. Iconic Duo.
Nct as Werewolves

Request: Would it be weird if I now request for something similar but it’s just that it’s a werewolf au this time? _(:3」z)_ Thank you and I really love your work!! 💕

A/N: no it’s not weird at all hehe, like last time, i’ll only give a brief outline of what they’re like so request again if you want a more specific detail of a member and im sorry if this is bad, idk much about werewolves 😭

Nct as Vampires

imagine you’re dating them, yes a werewolf



  • strong sense of hearing
  • could probably hear sounds from as far as 50metres away
  • very alert and quick
  • doesn’t growl much but when he does it’s either because he’s really hungry or angry
  • soft white fur, with streaks of grey
  • can be really gentle
  • generally really quiet but has random hyper moods
  • and he starts running non stop like??
  • dating you:
  • loves it when you pet him
  • especially when you play with his fur!!
  • loves snuggling up in your legs for warmth
  • but when he’s in human form he’s the total opposite??
  • he’s too shy to even initiate skin contact
  • but it’s still cute so


  • really mysterious
  • and quiet
  • big eyes!!
  • really observant and can catch every small little detail
  • grey/dark fur
  • can be really aggressive if he needs to be
  • but most of the time he’s just observing and not doing much
  • dating you:
  • becomes a big softie, unlike his usual self
  • smiles a lot too!!
  • once changed into his wolf form and ran through the whole woods just to find a pretty flower so that he could give it to you
  • doesn’t stop hugging you be it in wolf or human form
  • gets teased by the wolf! johnny because of this because he’s never this affectionate with the rest of the pack


  • really sneaky
  • and always joking
  • always acts like he’s very weak when in fact he’s the strongest in the pack
  • probably randomly goes up to another wolf and starts running while screaming “IT’S A RACE, LAST TO REACH WILL GET A PUNISHMENT”
  • and most of the time it’s wolf! ten
  • despite being a dork he’s still really observant, and is really serious when he needs to be
  • dark grey fur with a few streaks of black
  • really really active
  • dating you:
  • either teases you a lot, or is a total sweetheart
  • no in betweens honestly
  • but is always there to protect you
  • kinda overprotective and shows it
  • because he’d growl really loudly
  • and it’s scary because he hardly gets angry
  • but loves to chase you in his wolf form to freak you out and see you scream
  • but when he’s in human form he holds you in his arms a lot!!
  • which means lots and lots of hugs


  • leader of the pack, really dependable and responsible
  • really serious at first
  • but after spending more them with the rest, he slowly opened up and got cheeky (like them)
  • actually smiles a lot
  • but when it comes to dealing with enemies or threats he can get really scary,, with those glares
  • light grey and white fur
  • takes care of the other wolfs a lot
  • dating you:
  • becomes a big softie too
  • especially cuddling up to you
  • and brushing his fur against your face/legs
  • and when he’s in human form he’s an actual sweetheart
  • doesn’t and won’t let anyone hurt you
  • not even a single bit
  • really really protective


  • sneakiest and most cunning one?
  • probably the one who sets up traps to catch enemies/threats
  • most aggressive one too?
  • is always joking around like wolf! johnny
  • except for when he’s with wolf! winwin
  • pastel grey fur
  • “don’t lie to yourselves, im the best in this pack”
  • dating you:
  • really bad pick up lines
  • “babe, it’s a full moon today, would you like to go FUR a walk together?”
  • “oh god why am i dating you”
  • “too late, you’re already mine”
  • probably bites you randomly (but lightly) because he wanted to ‘mark that you were his’
  • which you’re too tired to even scold him anymore because you’re so used to it
  • and he always gives that proud smile
  • “woah y/n what’s with that bite mark on your arm-” -a very clueless mark
  • but can also be very sweet
  • loves skinship a lot, both in human and wolf form
  • sticks to you no matter what


  • quiet and observant too
  • doesn’t say much
  • but smiles a lot??
  • more like an angel tbh
  • but can be aggressive if asked to be
  • very light shade of grey with streaks of black
  • fast to react
  • runs quickly too
  • dating you:
  • still the sweetheart he is
  • occasionally searches through the woods to find flowers or plants to give you
  • lots of kisses in human form,
  • and lots of snuggling in wolf form,
  • especially when you hold him in your arms, his head on your shoulders
  • he loves it the most
  • always have a soft spot for you


  • really sensitive
  • probably has a good eyesight too
  • or a good sense of hearing
  • quick to move and attack
  • bickers with wolf! taeyong & wolf! yuta the most
  • takes care of the younger ones
  • can actually run really fast but sometimes he’s too lazy to do so
  • really white fur and small sharp eyes
  • dating you:
  • doesn’t show it much but lowkey loves affection
  • loves it when you play with his fur
  • or when you hug him
  • but in human form he becomes a blushing mess
  • is always protecting you
  • his main priority is protecting you honestly


  • really playful
  • and sometimes clueless too
  • which is why he always asks questions to the rest
  • and follows whatever they do
  • is really active
  • fast and quick
  • happy little bun
  • mixed of dark and grey fur
  • actually small in wolf form too
  • dating you
  • always teasing you
  • and makes you smile
  • really clingy and lots of skinship!!
  • “babe if we had children would they be werewolves too or would they be humans?”
  • gives you A LOT of kisses, everywhere
  • be it in human or wolf form,
  • he always leaves a mark on you


  • actually really smart and is always the one looking out for the enemies/threats
  • runs really really quickly
  • which is why he always races with johnny
  • probably the calmest amongst the pack
  • but when he’s aggressive it’s s c a r y
  • but most of the time he’s like a soft bun smiling so
  • except when he’s smirking it’s another story
  • really soft white and grey fur
  • in charge of taking care of the younger ones too
  • dating you:
  • really protective
  • is willing to take risks for you
  • in human form he always has his hands on you, and he’d give you that™ look
  • in wolf form, he loves growling to tease you but ends up jumping onto your legs for you to cuddle
  • which always scares you because he’s kinda huge in wolf form?
  • but still an absolute sweetheart who calls you so many sweet names
  • and doesnt forget to give you kisses everyday


  • another clueless one, but it’s so adorable??
  • is soft and quiet most of the time
  • but when things get serious he can get a bit aggressive and he gives that one glare that scares everyone
  • really observant and sensitive to his surroundings
  • listens to instructions really well
  • and he does he job well
  • but most of the time he’s actually really soft so!!
  • really light grey & soft, fluffy fur
  • dating you:
  • really loves skinship and affection
  • especially in wolf form
  • he loves it when you stroke his back
  • or when you pat his head
  • sweetest person ever??
  • does anything you call him to
  • a really big softie for you

Dreamies are still not fully developed werewolves yet so technically they’re half human still? (i dont think it matters but)


  • another clueless one
  • but somehow still manages to become the leader of the younger pack??
  • which they always protest about ^
  • but listens to instructions really well and does a great job in completing tasks!!
  • an actual softie and sweetheart so he cant bring himself to hurt others
  • which is why he’s never aggressive
  • extremely soft snow white fur, a few streaks of dark grey on his back
  • dating you:
  • wants to be there for you whenever he can
  • loves cuddling with you, a lot
  • sticks close to you when he’s in wolf form
  • but in human form he’s an actual shy bean??
  • probably asks wolf! taeyong for advice
  • “what do i get her oh my god”
  • takes really good care of you


  • an angel?
  • really sweet and cant bring himself to hurt anyone else too
  • usually just helps the others if they need help
  • never really initiates
  • tries to be fierce and aggressive but is actually too nice to be
  • he cant even bring himself to hurt a bunny???
  • “wait!!! don’t cross yet, let this bunny hop past first”
  • is there to take care of wolf! chenle honestly
  • ash grey fur
  • dating you:
  • still the sweetheart he is
  • collects every flower he finds and gives it to you
  • and everyday it’s a different one
  • loves giving you small little pecks on the forehead
  • an actual sunshine honestly


  • is actually really agile and quick
  • also pays good attention to his surroundings
  • and wants to help the older wolves in the pack but doyoung wouldn’t allow in case he got hurt
  • so he spends his time playing with renjun & jaemin instead
  • is really polite and sweet?
  • slightly white fur, a few streaks of black
  • has really small but cute eyes?
  • eyesmile too!!!
  • dating you:
  • loves bringing you out to walks in the woods and forest
  • where he can freely be in wolf form
  • and your heart would flutter when you see him jumping and running around excitedly playing with the leaves
  • also loves hugging you in his arms a lot,,
  • snuggles close to you to keep himself warm


  • always joking around
  • “being a werewolf is tiring, why can’t i just be a normal human being”
  • when in fact, he loves being a werewolf THE MOST
  • always really actice and causing trouble
  • and gets a hearing from either taeyong or doyoung
  • but he’s too cute to stay mad at so they forgive him in the end
  • but he’s quick to think and can come up with many ideas
  • really faint grey fur with white streaks on his back
  • dating you:
  • probably chases you around for fun, or lets you chase after him
  • lots of laughter
  • loves it when you tickle him or pat his back/head
  • and he always gets revenge when he’s in human form, attacking you with tickles and big tight hugs
  • “damn you must be blessed to be dating someone unique like me”


  • another dork here
  • won’t stop laughing or smiling
  • or thinking of pranks to pull on mark
  • actually really laidback and doesn’t do much
  • but when he needs to he gets things done quickly and well
  • always sticks with jeno
  • black fur with streaks of grey
  • dating you
  • really clingy
  • must be by your side 24/7 if not he’d start pouting or growling
  • like yuta, also says really bad pick up lines
  • “i usually do the hunting, but today you captured my heart”
  • “god jaemin you dont even do the hunting”
  • “shut up and go along with it”


  • as expected, the loudest of them all
  • can probably be heard laughing or howling from far away
  • but despite countless reminders from the older ones, he doesn’t listen
  • next second later he’s laughing again
  • loves disturbing/annoying the rest
  • but is actually really smart and can help a lot
  • only that he just wants to play
  • mixture of white and grey fur
  • dating you:
  • endless chattering and talking
  • even when he’s in wolf form he makes a lot of noises
  • and is super active
  • wants to pick flowers and stones for you to keep/collect
  • loves lying on your lap, your hand playing with his fur
  • an actual ball of happiness too who makes your day brighter


  • likes to act like he’s very matured but in fact, gets scared over the slightest things
  • which chenle always teases him about
  • is quiet but tries his best to help out
  • good runner and can catch onto/learn new things easily
  • but the older ones are too afraid he might get hurt to let him do anything
  • really soft grey fur
  • youngest but bigger than most?
  • dating you:
  • awkward shy bean
  • but always makes you laugh and smile with his silliness
  • loves resting his head on you
  • “i still can’t believe you’re dating me”
  • probably drags chenle out to help get things for you
  • sometimes really affectionate, even in human form
  • his favourite thing to do is giving you a big hug
Fic Writer Wednesday (9/13)

In which I read Too Much Fic.™

I skipped a week due to illness so this week’s is going to be extra-long (illness = lots of time to read fic). I apologise, I have only myself to blame. I also picked up a new fandom!

<<Doctor Who>>

Nine x Rose

Soldier’s Solstice by @hellostarlight20: I’m loving space princess!Rose in this fic! It’s so atmospheric and moody, it’s gorgeous! 

Penance and Pain by @paigenotblank:Gorgeous BDSM, matriarchal society, and telepathic bonding with Nine/Rose!! I love Rose in this!!

An Echo of Her Doctor (So Close and Yet Not) by @tryingthisfangirlthing: Oooooh a gift fic for me!! I love it! Dimension-hopping Rose is a bamf and saves Nine and this is gorgeous!

Ten x Rose

Electrostatic Potential (Chapter 31) by @tenscupcake: In which dreams are revealing. I love watching their relationship slowly develop <3

Forever and Never Apart (Chapters 18&19) by @chocolatequeennk: I love Jenny integrating herself into TARDIS life! And the Unicorn and the Wasp is one of my all-time favourite episodes!

A Journey Through Time (Chapters 4&5) by @dimensionhoppingrose: gorgeous fluffy chapter (including wedding!) giving way to the angst of the Master’s return. The Doctor and Rose may be in a better emotional place but they are definitely not prepared for this!

Getting Through (Chapter 9) by @khaelis: the Doctor and Rose’s shadowy adversaries make their appearance! The suspense is killing me!

Back to You by @countessselena: Fantastic JE fixit. In which Rose is a badass (always the best). This fic also addresses my issues with JE as a supposed happy ending, while dealing with the presence of Tentoo in one of the best ways I’ve ever read without turning to OT3 to make everyone happy. Highly recommended! (WIP)

A Harrowing Disguise (Chapter 2) by @aneclipsedhabitue​: I’m so excited to see where this story goes! Fobbed!Ten is Mercier in this Human Nature reimagining. The second chapter elaborates a bit on Ten’s transformation and Rose’s helplessness.

these violent delights (have violent ends) (Chapter 7) by @lvslie: the epic conclusion!! I enjoyed this fic so much and I can’t wait to reread it and pick up on all the things I missed! I won’t say anything else for fear of spoiling, just make sure you read this fic!

ain’t no sunshine by @lvslie​: reread of a personal favourite. Concussed!Doctor is confronted by dimension-hopping Rose. <3

A Jump of Three Lifetimes: A personal favourite of mine. JE fixit with some of the hottest smut ever, not just between Ten and Rose but also Nine and Rose (and the ending implies triple/quadruple Doctor action). In which Eleven takes control of his own destiny when he runs into dimension-hopping Rose. Does not erase Tentoo or Eleven.

Ten x Rose AU

(Un)forgettable by @chocolatequeennk: Adorable meetcute! I can never get enough of these two falling in love!

A Way With Words by @lastbluetardis: I adore this take on the soulmates trope! So much pain and misunderstanding but a happy ending as always!!

Under my Skin by @lastbluetardis: another take on the soulmate trope based on an intriguing tattoo prompt! I love how they finally meet!

A Marriage of (In)convenience by @lastbluetardis: arranged marriage AU, royalty AU, and misunderstandings abound! Everything about this is perfect (of course!)

Eight x Rose

Time’s Champion (Chapters 6&7) by @cryofthewolf: “Rose” rewrites are this author’s specialty, and this is no exception! I love the burgeoning relationship between Rose and Eight!

A Moment of Solaceby @paigenotblank: dimension-hopping Rose finds Eight in the midst of the Time War. Includes JE fixit!

Double the Trouble: When both Eight and Ten run into trouble on the same planet, chaos ensues when Rose, unaware of the presence of Eight, attempts to rescue the wrong Doctor. This is lovely!

<<Teninch Fic>>

Mercier x Betty

Sharad (Chapter 2)by @lostinfic: the gorgeous descriptions of India continue as Betty distances herself from the pursuing Mercier, uncertain of his intentions. I love this fic!!



Victim of Love - this series explores what would happen if Chloe actually discovered (and believed) that Lucifer is the Devil, and reveals some secrets about her past. It’s quite excellent, and honestly I kind of wish the show had gone in this direction instead.

Only Begotten - this series is a crossover of Lucifer and Damien (I haven’t watched the latter). But Lucifer is perfectly written, and the inclusion of the Antichrist makes perfect sense!

Bargains - Chloe overhears more than she ever expected to, and tells Lucifer the one thing he’d never imagined he’d hear. (A one-shot that fixes the crucial moment at the end of 1x13.)

Falling -  Lucifer’s thoughts during the wing scars scene in 1x4.

Scars -  While being patched up by Chloe, Lucifer’s scars are once again called into question.

Samael - Chloe learns something she isn’t supposed to know and Lucifer finally has a breakdown.

The Night Before -  A smutty oneshot in which we see Chloe bite off more than she can chew when babysitting Lucifer. Also smut.

Work for idle hands to do -  Inspired by the scene in Manly Whatnots where Lucifer catches Chloe coming out of the shower, this time he stumbles in on her in during an intimate moment. Begins there and continues with them growing closer. Equal parts fluff and smut. (The slow burn we deserved!!)

Exculpatory -  “You can’t really be this sad over him,” Lucifer said a little desperately. “He’s missed your birthday, twice!” (Excellent Trixie & Lucifer interaction)

That Sinister Kid -  Chloe Decker has a stalker. Lucifer deals with him in a way only the Devil can. (In which Lucifer is very Protective. Also very dark and morally ambiguous). 

Toys - I think the title says it all. If you watch the show you know where this is going. 

Wings Are for Chickens When Lucifer does a good deed for Chloe and Trixie, he’s rewarded. Although he isn’t too sure if he likes what he’s got.

Devil’s Bargain -  Trixie gets kidnapped. Lucifer disapproves. (Warning: VERY dark. Beware the tags. But Lucifer is better written than he is in the show and it’s everything I wanted out of his character.) WIP.

Satan Claus - A misspelled letter causes Lucifer to accidentally stumble his way into some Christmas spirit. Being Lucifer, he drags everyone else along with him. Gorgeous Christmas fluff and Lucifer is perfect in this. Super feel good story <3  (In which Nightmare Before Christmas causes unexpected feels :D)

Dance Trixie, Dance! - When Dan bails on a dance at Trixie’s school, who on earth will step up to make sure she has someone to dance with? I’ll give you three guesses. Ahhhh so fluffy and cute!

<<Dragon Age>> 

m!Hawke x Fenris

Fire, Walk with Me (Chapter 61) by @khirsahle: Penultimate chapter! And Maker, it’s a doozy. The Arishok battle leads to one of the most intense and romantic scenes between Hawke and Fenris I think I’ve ever read!!! <3 I’m not ready for this story to end!

m!Trevelyan x Dorian

By Any Other Name (Chapter 12) by @khirsahle, @delazeur: the babies have finally met now, but of course things can never be simple. I’m just so happy they’re together! Taran is adorable and Dorian is… well, Dorian.

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Peter & Groot: Clumsy, Hide, and Surprise

Ugh….. nothing friggin’ cuter than this *heart eyes*

And yes, I’ve written the phrase “I am Groot” 16 times in this lol

As Groot was getting older, some new quirks were coming to the forefront. Some of which the entire crew had to get used to. The most notable one included Groot accidentally shooting out branches and vines from himself when he was happy or scared, or showed other extreme emotions. And at first, they all were caught by surprise and had to jump over them when walking. 

Peter, however, was slower on the uptake. He was the one tripping over loose branches every two seconds. The Terran was kinda known for his clumsiness, but this cemented that knowledge. 

It didn’t help that Peter was the most playful of the bunch with Groot. A little toddler needed all of the play time he could get. And while Rocket didn’t want to let down his exterior in front of the group, he couldn’t always have time for Groot. But Peter didn’t care. 

“I’m gonna getcha!” Peter announced as he chased after little Groot through the ship, arms outstretched. The tiny tree man looked behind him and let out an adorable giggle before making a sharp turn. As he did so, branches extended from his legs and made a mini bridge between himself and the wall he left them on. And Peter fell face first into metal as his booted toe caught onto the branch. 

With a groan, Peter lifted his head up to see Groot standing by his head, looking down at him curiously. He folded his hands behind his back and smiled nervously, “I am Groot.”

“Yeah,” Peter groaned as he sat up, rubbing his nose, “It ain’t your fault, bud. Buuuuut it is your fault for being caught! Aha!” and he snatched up the small tree man into his arms, lifting him into the air. 

Groot squealed happily and he raised his arms, “I am Groohoot!” 

Peter chortled and he threw Groot into the air, catching him when he landed again. He wiggled his fingers against the small stick belly, knowing Groot wasn’t ticklish but it was still a cute, normal thing to do to a baby. 

Groot shot some woven vines and branches out of his hands, wrapping them around Peter to simulate a hug. 

“Ahaww thanks, buddy,” Peter smiled, “Wanna play killer spaceship?” 

Groot ooh’d and he nodded, smiling, “I am Groot! I am Groot!”

Peter chortled and he broke out of the branches in order to stand up, “Yehes, I know you wanna be the spaceship. Ready for liftoff?” 

Groot nodded, remaining held in Peter’s hands. The Terran lifted Groot into the air and made whooshing sounds, as if Groot were ‘flying’ through the ship’s hull. 

Groot exclaimed in joy, holding his arms out in front of him, “I am Grooooot!” 

Peter smiled genuinely and he twisted his arms around, holding Groot over his head, in front of him, close to the ground, anything he could get. He made Groot squeak in delight whenever he tossed him up into the air and caught him. 

“I aham Groot!” Groot giggled. 

Peter grinned and he set the baby tree down on the floor, “Alright. Give me ten seconds to hide. Remember how we count to ten? One, two…” Peter held up his fingers to guide the tree.

“I am Groot, I am Groot, I am…. Groot?” the toddler tilted his head.

Peter nodded and shrugged, “Yep, close enough,” he turned Groot around before sneaking off to hide. This was the hide and seek portion of the killer spaceship game. 

Peter slipped himself under the cots, pulling the curtain forward to hide himself more. 

Groot counted to what he assumed was ten and ran off in search of the much larger human. He began to pout when he couldn’t find Peter immediately. 

“I am Groot?” he called out. 

Peter felt a little bad so he grabbed a loose bullet from the ground (he must be under Rocket’s bed), and he tossed it, hearing it click on the floor and roll some more. 

The bullet landed in front of Groot’s feet and he smiled, getting excited again. He trotted his way towards the cots and moved sneakily now. He threw open the curtains and exclaimed, “I am Groot!” 

Peter chortled and he covered his face, “Oho no, you caught me!” 

Groot made lazer noises and pointed at Peter, as if he was the spaceship that killed the enemy. Small branches reached out and prodded Peter’s belly when he did so, making the human giggle. 

“Hehey, I said we’re playing killer spaceship, not tickle monster,” Peter smiled and he tried wriggling himself out from under the cot. 

Groot knew that the others all shared the same skin type, for the most part. Soft, squishy, and in Rocket’s case furry. All unlike his hardened tree bark exterior. But he’d seen them mess around with each other, and most of the time gang up on Peter. And he’d laugh. Groot grinned and took advantage of the semi-stuck Star-Lord. 

He giggled, “I am Grooot!” he sang and hopped onto Peter’s half that was exposed, which included his head. Of course his lower half was having trouble squirming out from under the cot. 

“Groot, no! No no, wahahahait! Aha! Groohoohoot!” Peter burst into giggles when he felt tiny fingers dig into his belly and squish it around with wiggles. 

Groot looked proud of himself and he continued, getting a seat on Peter’s lower belly as he tickled all around the area. 

Peter snorted, the small fingers feeling maddening against his skin. Groot also took advantage of his root-growing when he slithered a few up Peter’s sides and scratched against his hollows, where he couldn’t reach himself.

Peter squealed, “ACK! GROOHOOT! NohohohahaHAHAhahaha! Hehehehelp!” he called out for anyone of the crew members to get him out of the predicament. Then again… little Groot looked so happy as he sat there and had his ticklish way with him. And he could probably lift him off without a problem. But look at his little face! He’d let him go on for another minute or so. It was the fatherly thing to do. 

Groot grew a small vine with a flower attached to its tip out of his head and he plucked it. With it, he pushed up Peter’s shirt and dusted it inside his navel. 

Peter’s hands came down at last, trying his best to fight the underarm tickles, and he gently laid them on Groot, arching his back. 

“NONONO! GROOT! HahahaHAHA! NAHahahat thahahahat!” 

Groot let out another bubbly giggle, “I am Groot! I am Groot!”

God, and now the kid was teasing! Who did he think he was? Peter couldn’t take much more without risking hurting baby Groot, so he snatched the little guy and held him up. He did that with some difficulty because of those damn branches still in his armpits.

“Ehehenough! Groot, thahahat’s enough!” Peter giggled. 

Groot understood and he retracted those tickly sticks, smiling wide at Peter, “I am Groot?”

Peter smiled and he chuckled, finally sliding out from being wedged between floor and cot, “Yeahah, buddy. I had fun. Did you?”

“I am Groot!”

“Goohood,” Peter patted Groot’s back and held him, “We’ll play again soon. Promise.”

Groot nestled against Peter’s chest and gave him a tiny hug with his short arms. Peter smiled wide and he figured he wasn’t such a shitty friend/dad/sibling/mentor to the little guy. 

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I Dare You - Chapter 5 - JohnTen - Mafia Leader x Detective - Soulmate!AU

Chapter 1 - Intro ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 ; Chapter 7 ; Chapter 8

Word Count: 1559

Trigger Warning: Offensive Language, Graphic Descriptions

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU

After the whole crying fest that had occurred, Johnny had fallen back asleep, physically exhausted, but emotionally and mentally relieved beyond measure.

This had never happened before, but it already felt like the most natural thing in the whole world.

It was like the universe had deprived him of everything good for so long only to let it all flow into his life at once.

He could feel it through the bond: his soulmate was the most caring being ever. A mellow heart made of gold, not even sculpted because it felt like it was put together by flowing ichor from the blood of the gods themselves.

His soulmate was precious. And loving. And caring.

And afraid.

Afraid that Johnny would hurt him, because his soulmate happened to be someone wanted by the public.

He had been looking for him for months, for all the wrong reasons.

How could the universe be so cruel? Why?

What had either one of them done to deserve this?

Johnny recalled the feelings of anguish and despair he had been sent.

This is not the heart of a killer, he yelled internally, exasperated with what has happened.

How had a soulmate like his ended up doing the things he has done? None of it seemed to add up, but he wanted to help. 

He wanted to understand, or at least try to. 

Why would someone suffering because of their own actions continue to do them even when they bring themselves so much pain and loss?

Did his soulmate have no one to care for? Or was he distanced from his friends and relatives, just like Johnny had because of his job?

Look at me, I’m insane. It’s only been this long and I’m already throwing away my life’s work in order to help out someone the universe has decreed as the love of my life, he complained to himself, but not quite as bitterly as he might have expected it to seem, and that, too, surprised him.

He knew it was irrational. He hadn’t even met this person, but he was already intrigued beyond his wits.

He could think of nothing and no one else, and he definitely didn’t want to.

He was more than willing to ignore the mark before, but now that he’s shared these emotions - now that he’s felt what his soulmate feels - he can no longer deny his yearning.

He wanted to understand, and he was going to. 

The universe has finally given him someone to love. Someone to care about and  someone to also care about him.

He was not going to let them go.

Grabbing his pen, he wrote down a note on a clear spot on the arm that showed his soulmate band.

Does anybody know what you look like?

He waited for an answer, his leg bouncing up and down nervously. What if he stands him up?

No, they don’t. Why? came the reply.

Coffee at 5? Johnny asked as he wrote the address to his favorite coffee shop.

His soulmate immediately sent him a wave of uneasiness and fear at the idea, which Johnny impulsively responded with his own wave of comfort and warmth.

He waited a few minutes, his heart in his throat, when he saw his soulmate slowly etch a steaming coffee cup with a smiley face on the lid.

That was probably the highlight of Johnny’s entire life.

He looked over at the clock only to realize he had exactly one hour and twelve minutes left to get to the coffee shop, and he bolted off the floor and into the shower, groaning when he saw the dark circles under his reflected eyes when he passed the mirror.

He’s going to think I’m Dracula, he whined, scrubbing his skin hard as the ink they’d been marking themselves with slowly faded away.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he took twice the amount of time styling his hair in the mirror, although it still fell perfectly and looked exactly the same as it always did.

By the time he hauled ass and got to the cafe, Johnny was already fifteen minutes late.

He walked into the shop, nervous enough to hear his heart pounding in his ears, when his eyes fell on the most beautiful human being he had ever laid eyes on, and his breath hitched in his throat.

Please be him, he pleaded as his heart lurched.

Before him sat an angel. He was busy with something on the table, and his eyebrows were scrunched as he tried to concentrate, his perfectly soft lips slightly parted as his tongue stuck out and prodded at his beautiful mouth.

His raven black locks fell haphazardly on his face, but glamorously so, and his poise and body looked like he could be an athlete under the baggy clothes that could try but only fail at hiding his magnificent physique.

His eyes dropped to the boy’s hands, and they looked so fragile. So delicate. So peaceful as they moved while the boy finished off something with a few lazy strokes. All Johnny could think of was holding those hands and pressing his lips to every knuckle on every finger, worshipping them.

He took a step closer, and he realized that the ethereal boy wearing the cutest pair of glasses he had ever seen was doodling something on the palm of his hand.

Johnny looked over to his own, his breathing ragged and brain reeling and desperate.

And it was there.

A new but adorable sketch of a clock with a face that seemed to look like it was lonely, and all Johnny could do was let the bubble of anxious laughter go, drawing the attention of the younger man, whose head snapped up towards the sound of the most beautiful melody he’d ever had the privilege to hear.

Johnny smiled, hoping he wouldn’t cry, and took a seat across from the angel.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he started shakily, reaching across the table to take the man’s hand in his own larger ones.

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yoonminsupreme  asked:

Pet shop scenario with V?~ (maybe you're thinking about adopting a kitten)

The first Tae fic I’ve ever written~ Now I can add a Taehyung section to my masterlist ;p

The minute you set foot into the shelter an army of meows and barks assault your ears. Somewhere in the distance you can even hear birds cawing, and while you pause in amazement at all the foreign sounds Taehyung breaks out into a fit of excited giggles and grabs your wrist, tugging you along.

Taehyung has always had a deep love for animals, and now that you’re here today—hopefully going to adopt a cat—he can’t contain himself. And his smiles are incredibly contagious, your own lips curling up into one by the time you both reach the help desk.

“What can I do for you two today?” the worker asks, and with giddiness Taehyung responds, “We’re here to adopt all of your cats!”

“All of them?” the lady laughs, her eyes shifting over to you when your cheeks lightly flush with embarrassment. “Well, that seems a bit impossible. But I’d love to show you all the wonderful felines that we have here with us.”

“Awesome! Thank you so much!” Taehyung beams, his satoori slipping to the surface, and you laugh quietly to yourself. He’s always so adorable when he gets excited.

“Here they are,” the woman says, motioning to the long hall ahead of you. The left side of the wall is lined with a multitude of spacious cages, an array of diverse cats hidden behind the safety glass, and the minute you step into the area many cats jump to their feet. They paw at the cage bars excitedly, and the woman who had escorted you in lightly places her hands on your and Taehyung’s shoulder.

“You both seem like respectful people so I’ll leave you in here to look for a while. I’ll be back at the desk, so call me if you have any trouble.”

“Wait! Can I take them out?” Taehyung questions, eyes sparkling, and the lady seems to give into his charms.

“I don’t see why not—the cats that are more aggressive have warnings on their cages—so be careful.”

“We will be!” you assure her as she leaves and shuts the door behind her, Taehyung already ten steps ahead of you. He crouches down on the floor, mouth agape with awe as he takes in all of the colorful kittens in front of him.

“Look! Look at this one!” he coos, tugging you down next to him when you near his side. Inside the cage is a gray cat with white paws. “His name is mittens! Mittens, babe! Holy shit.

“Yes, Tae, they’re all adorable,” you laugh, ruffling his hair as you stand and walk further down the row. You stare innocently into all of the windows, taking more of a reserved interest in the tens of felines lined up before you. Some are just kittens but others are older—and not one is the same. They all have unique looks and personality traits—just like humans—and after traveling for a short while you stop in front of a cage with a white cat inside.

It’s just lying there on its side innocently, one of its front paws dangling between the cage bars. At seeing you the cat cocks its head to the side, just of curious of you as you are off it, and you mimic its motion.

“Hey there…,” you breathe quietly, eyes darting up to the name plate on the corner of the cage, “…Puff,” you laugh, smile breaking out on your lips as you tentatively reach your hand forward and enclose it around her paw. She flinches but doesn’t pull away, continuing to stare at you with wide green eyes, and while it may sound cliché, you’re really starting bond with this cat.

“Let me see you…,” you mumble cutely, reaching forward to undo the cage lock, and just as you get the door open Tae’s voice rings out.

“Babe, look!” he cries, voice tight with happiness, and your jaw drops when you catch sight of him.

All over his body—crawling up his legs, gripping onto his arms, and munching on his hair—are cats. Every single cage door around him is open, a few smart felines using their surely short lived freedom to wander around and take a breather, but most of them are currently clinging onto Taehyung—his clothing noticeably being torn to shreds thanks to the shelters ‘no declawing’ policy.

“Tae!” you gasp, hurriedly running over and beginning to pry the cats from him. You doubt that they’re doing any real harm, and you know for a fact that Taehyung would never hurt any of them on purpose, but with this many animals crawling on him at once, it’s dangerous for everyone involved.

“C’mere kitty,” you sing, lifting the first cat from Taehyung’s shoulder. Apologetic, you quickly locate the feline’s cage and maneuver it inside. You feel bad for putting them all back so soon, and honestly would adopt every single one if you could, but you know that’s impossible.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Taehyung whimpers, one of the kittens having begun biting on his earlobe, and you can’t help but laugh as you move to detach it.

“Usually you like your ears being messed with,” you tease quietly, winking when he looks at you, and Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“You’re a little more gentle then them,” he explains with a chuckle, and you silently agree, continuing your pattern of removing a cat from Taehyung and smoothly replacing it in its cage. By the time you and Taehyung manage to get each cat back into its rightful home a good ten minutes have passed, and you sigh, already somewhat exhausted on this hunt to find your perfect companion.

However, luckily, it looks as though a companion has already chosen you.

“Awww~ look at this cutie,” Tae says, bending down at your feet, and you blink in surprise. Rubbing against your pant leg is Puff, the white feline purring contently. Her green eyes are squeezed shut, but open when Taehyung picks her up. She stares at him in what you can only describe as an ‘unjudging’ manner, before Taehyung steps behind you and places her on your head. You stiffen, hands scrambling to steady the cat because the last thing you want is for her to fall, but it seems you have nothing to worry about. Puff adjusts to the change of location without trouble, her hind legs resting on either side of your neck while her front paws reach forwards and press against your forehead, her entire body curled around your skull.

Oh my god,” Taehyung gasps, overcome by the amount of cuteness before him. He clasps his hands together and stares between you and the cat, and you can practically see the hearts forming in his eyes.

“If it helps to solidify the list of reasons why we should adopt her, then I’ll have you know that her name is Puff,” you smile, muffled laughter wracking your body when Taehyung falls to his knees, gripping at his heart through his now torn up t-shirt.

“So…are you saying yes to little miss Puff?” you question, carefully lifting Puff from behind you and cradling her in your arms. She just nuzzles against your jaw, purrs vibrating throughout her body once again.

“Yes! A million times yes!” Taehyung cries happily, stepping forward and hugging you gently so he doesn’t accidentally crush the new member of your tiny family between your chests.

“Now I’ve got two cute girls in my life,” he winks when he pulls back, pressing a quick kiss to your nose, and you roll your eyes despite the light blush that dusts your cheeks.

“Should we adopt a boy cat, then?” you ask jokingly as you grab Puff’s information card before starting back towards the front desk. “So I can have two cute boys in my life?”

“Nope!” Taehyung responds, looping his arm around your shoulder. “All you need is me!”

Approaching the desk, the lady already having prepared the adoption paperwork for you, you can’t help smile, responding, “I can’t say I disagree.”

The Jail Break

Day: All Human fic #1!  This was written with the prompt “Caroline meets Klaus when she comes to either bail or break Kolenzo out of jail” from @nemesis729.  You can guess which I chose.  I took a few liberties, but I hope you enjoy it!.

It had taken her almost half an hour to give herself porn boobs.

              Three youtube tutorials, three bras, and more contouring than Caroline would ever admit, and if anyone with a penis remembered what her face looked like tomorrow, it would be because they were very, very gay.

              Surveying herself in the mirror again, Caroline decided to rethink that thought.

              Gay, straight, male or female… she didn’t think anyone would remember her face tomorrow. Because her boobs looked spectacular. She would have to remember this trick for the next time she went out on the town.

              But for tonight, she wasn’t looking boob-a-licious because she wanted to pick up a cute boy and make out.  No… she was planning a jailbreak.

              She picked up the cupcakes she had made and eyed them.  They contained Ipecac Syrup and were a recipe she had found on the internet.  She really hoped that whoever had made it knew what they were doing, because killing off the local police force was so not what she wanted to achieve with this. 

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Okay like I vaguely talked about a little before, but please imagine Grantaire and trans boy Enj having a child.

Like, it’s not planned; I can’t see them as the sort of people who would make the decision to have a child (and if they did, they’d choose to adopt) because Grantaire has a lot of issues with his self-esteem (he’s been getting better over the years though. Les Amis and Enjolras remind him how important he is to them regularly to try and help) and would NOT consider himself worthy of being a dad, and Enjolras is just BUSY and probably not great with children (‘Small citizen, why do you scream?’)

But, like, it happens. They’re usually really careful, but hey – they’re human, they slip up now and then, and Enjolras is just the worst at remembering to take his birth control because of all the shit he has on his plate as it is. Combeferre used to send him daily texts to remind him until Enjolras insisted he didn’t need him to. Enjolras ends up missing his period so he literally gets the bus to a pharmacy out of their part of town to avoid running into anyone they know (read; Joly, who is never unprepared for emergencies mostly because he buys out half the pharmacy) and buys about ten pregnancy tests just to be sure.

Cut to Enjolras pacing around the bathroom with a pregnancy test like 'shit…shit fuck shit…fuck…shit…’ for nearly an hour, trying to decide how to hell he’s going to tell Grantaire this.

When he finally does, all faux-casual when they’re eating dinner, Grantaire naturally freaks out a bit. When he calms down Enjolras ends up doing the unthinkable and missing a meeting along with Grantaire as they try to decide what the hell to do.

They end up sitting up til three AM with a pot of coffee and a notepad (Enjolras likes to make lists) of 'pros’ and 'cons’ of having a baby and all the other possible options open to them (the list involves such pros as 'supposedly bundles of joy’ and cons such as 'LOUD AND SLIGHTLY FRIGHTENING’, underlined about ten times)

Anyway, they eventually make the decision to keep it. Grantaire is terrified of fucking up, but confesses that he’s fond of kids (I mean, anyone could tell he’s fond of children), and Enjolras thinks maybe it wouldn’t be so bad – it’s a chance to raise at least once decent citizen for future generations, and the idea of raising a child with someone he loves does have a lot of appeal to him. There’s not much of a dysphoria issue for Enjolras either; he’s always been pretty comfortable with his body and the way he is. So, that’s it settled.

Les Amis are extremely excited by the news (they’re also kind of relieved because they’d been worried when Enjolras and Grantaire missed a meeting that they’d had a huge fight and/or had killed each other) and demand to throw them a huge party.

Courfeyrac will not stop going on about being an uncle; Combeferre gives up trying to stop him and actually joins in after a while.

Jehan has already broken out the patchwork fabric to sew the baby a quilt. (The colours are…all wrong, and where do you even get fabric with flying saucers on? Whatever.)

Feuilly makes plans to make some toys for it, since he’s got clever hands and is there anything Feuilly can’t do?

Bahorel is boasting about teaching the 'little tyke’ to 'hold their own in a fight’ (Grantaire thinks thats rad and Enjolras insists Bahorel wait until the child is at least five oh my god)

Joly spends the whole evening fretting over Enjolras’ health and writing him up a list of foods pregnant people should supposedly avoid (which apparently looks like everything tasty)

Eponine thumps Grantaire fondly on the back and demands to be made godmother.

Enjolras and Grantaire realise they made a good choice, because even if they’re unsure of things, their baby is going to have a HUGE family of people who will adore it no matter what.

But as the months go on, Grantaire finds himself sort of secretly doubting the decision; he doesn’t want to screw up like his own father. What if he’s not good enough? This baby deserves the best father in the world, and whilst he knows it’ll have that in Enjolras, how is he supposed to match up to that? But then one night he gets violently shoved awake by Enjolras and he’s grumpy as all hell like 'why the ever-loving fuck would you do that I need all the beauty sleep I can get’ but Enjolras just grabs his hand urgently and presses it against his stomach because ’it’s kicking!’ and Grantaire just pretty much breaks down crying because how could he ever think that he’d fail their kid? Like, he already loves it so much. He’ll try his goddamn best.

Of course he tells Enjolras he’s so emotional because it’s too fuckin early for this Enj I just woke up my feelings are delicate be gentle with me it’s like four AM.

#16 (TheBurntChip)

Alright so apparently there’s almost nothing on this website about Josh so I hope all of you Burnt Chip lovers will like this! I really enjoyed writing it anyway, so feel free to request more if you want :)


You sighed. You’d moved in with Josh about three months ago, but you still couldn’t get used to his odd sleeping and recording schedule. Being a Youtuber yourself, you did understand that keeping up with your video schedule could be quite the struggle; on the other hand, you managed to film all your in real life videos during daytime, so why couldn’t he?

And here you are, at four in the fucking morning, trying to disregard the sound of your boyfriend getting frustrated with what seemed to be another pack opening video. After another ten minutes of failing to go back to sleep, you decided to get up and go ask Josh if he could be a little more quiet. You sleepily make your way into Chip’s “office” wearing the black leggings and Weezy shirt you usually sleep in, only to find him resting his head on his desk in defeat. When he hears you approaching, he lifts his head up and gives you a tired smile. You enter the camera view to wrap your arms around Josh’s body while now rests his head against your upper stomach.

“Bad pack luck?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Kinda hard not to know it to be honest…” He opened the eyes he had closed to cuddle your middle, and lifted his gaze up to you worryingly.

“I’m so sorry, did I prevent you from sleeping again?” He was so cute you couldn’t help but run your hand through his soft hair and shoot him a loving smile.

“Don’t worry baby, you look like you need to sleep way more than I do anyway. Want some help wrapping up your video so we can both rest as soon as possible?”

Josh didn’t reply, instead he gave you a huge grin and pulled you to sit on his lap, facing the camera. He gave you his controller and wrapped his arms around you, his head going to rest on your shoulder to see what was on the screen. After opening a few packs, you had to admit the packs were all really bad. The best you’d had was a Courtois that Josh had already packed like twice before. Absolutely disappointing. After another solid ten minutes of opening packs left and right without getting anything, you made a snarky comment about a player’s haircut, thinking it would make him laugh a little. Surprisingly, he didn’t even let out a chuckle. You frowned a little, only to break into a smile when you heard how slow and even his breathing was against your ear. You took his phone on the desk and snapped a picture of your adorable boyfriend asleep on your shoulder. Then you lifted your hand to stroke his cheek, trying to wake him up gently so that you could both go to bed. He let out a soft groan and blinked a few times and didn’t protest when you turned off his camera and laptop, and then took him by the hand, leading him to the bed you shared. Once you got under the covers, you laid on your back and let him rest his head on your chest; you knew it was his favourite way of cuddling, he just loved hearing your heart beat. He fell asleep with the soothing motion of your chest rising and falling with your breathing, and you were quick to follow.

You woke up to your favourite smell hitting your nostrils: blueberries waffles. Without opening your eyes, you slowly stirred and patted the bed next to you, hoping to have a morning cuddle session with Josh, only to find an empty space next to you. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes to try and spot Chip, only to realise he was neither in your bedroom nor in the adjacent bathroom. Sleepy you was slow on the uptake, and it took you a couple of minutes to understand that this was the reason your flat smelled so good: Josh was making breakfast. Your stomach yelled at you to get up, so you complied and got to the kitchen. Josh was there, and he was standing with his back to you, which was perfect as you loved hugging him from behind. When he felt your arms wrap around his chest, he turned in your embrace and gave your nose a quick kiss, followed by one on the lips.

“You hate making breakfast.” It wasn’t a question, only a statement. Even when he woke up before you, Josh usually never got up. He would much rather bring your sleeping body closer to his and go back to sleep until you were the one to wake up and make breakfast for the both of you. So this was quite a surprise. A very nice one, obviously, but a surprise nonetheless.

“I do hate making breakfast, but you always have to cope with me and my bullshit and you never complain about it. I mean you’re just so amazing with me all the time, I just wanted to do something nice for you. I love you much more than I hate making breakfast.”

“It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.” ― John Joseph Powell, The Secret of Staying in Love

First Bite/First Night Part 1 (vampire prince!Jeonghan)

The first part to the wedding/honeymoon series for vampire prince!Jeonghan. If you haven’t read Please Don’t Be My Prince, I would suggest you read those parts before this because it will make a little more sense. It won’t take you too long; there’s only three parts.

Please Don’t Be My Prince Part 1 | 2 | 3 [Final]

First Bite/First Night Part 1 | 2

Genre: Romance, fantasy, vampire!au

Words: 2,216

Originally posted by gyuhan-17

Jieun had never had a problem entering your room unannounced, and today was no different. The doors burst open, barely being caught by a couple of maids before they could slam into the wall. You screeched and hurried to cover your nearly bare chest.

“What the heck, Jieun? I’m changing!” Your face heated in embarrassment. You could see your three male guards, who had been waiting outside, were shuffling around awkwardly. The youngest, a vampire by the name of Vernon, found himself in the midst of a coughing fit.

“Oops,” Jieun laughed, “sorry.” She gestured for the maids to shut the doors. “But look at you, already a blushing bride.”

Her comment only made your blush more prominent.

“Stop it,” you whined, crouching down in an attempt to hide among the skirts of the dress you were being helped into.

The older woman arranging the whole affair clucked her tongue. “You may be about to be the Crown Princess, but everyone is looking to me to direct the wedding of the century, and I will not have you ruining the dress they’ll display in the Museum of Vampire History.”

You reluctantly straightened up. In only six more hours, you would be married to the Crown Prince of the Vampires. Over the two short years since that first fateful meeting, you had become somewhat of an international sensation. Everyone wanted to know about the couple who were bridging the gap between humans and vampires. It was definitely hard to have even your stray hairs analyzed by every magazine, but you had just kept reminding yourself that if you decided to break off the engagement, you would be worse off because Jeonghan wouldn’t be by your side.

You had tried to tell your friends before the relationship was made public, but none of them had believed you. Now, of course, they were actually in your bridal party and in the adjoining room, changing.

“But Gahee,” Jieun pouted,” I thought my wedding was the wedding of the century.”

“Well, you are neither the future king nor his commoner and human soulmate.” Gahee rolled her eyes. Over the time you had spent with her, you had learned that it was her signature expression.

“How much more is there to do?” your sister-in-law inquired as the back of your dress was laced up. Your breath hitched when it was drawn too tight.

“She’s already had the floral bath,” Gahee began.

The floral bath, which was evidently one of the many vampire-only wedding traditions, had really been something else. As soon as the maids had woken you up at two in the afternoon (which was quite early considering you had switched to a more vampiric sleeping schedule), they had ushered you into a large, marble bathroom you had never seen before. A bathtub the size of a small swimming pool had been full of steaming water. You had not been able to see said water, however, because too many flower petals had floated on top. Roses, violets, lilies, cherry blossoms – nearly every flower imaginable had surrounded you as a team of attendants had scrubbed you down. You had started to feel a little light-headed after a while, which your maid had very kindly explained was most likely due to the heat and the poppies.

“And ate the wedding breakfast with her mother and the Queen.”

Dressed in nothing but a silk robe. You had been told that it was bad luck to wear any other appropriate-for-public clothes besides your wedding dress on the night of the ceremony.

“Met the bridesmaids and had her makeup done.”

That had taken two hours alone, with most of the time being devoted to calming your overly-emotional friends. Your maid-of-honor, Younha, had managed to keep a level head, but your friend Juri had panicked, claiming that you would be lost to the darkness and that they would never see you again. Then that had triggered Hyeri’s confession of her fear that if you became pregnant, carrying a vampire would prove to be too intense for your body to bear. Younha and you combined had talked down Juri, but when Jieun was asked about Hyeri’s concern, she had no answer other than, “I think she would be fine.” Human soulmates were too rare for anyone to remember how it worked, and every human was different.

“And now that the dress is on, that means there’s just hair to do here, then we’ll wait a couple of hours as everyone gets into place, and then the procession will start at ten,” Gahee finished. While the ceremony began at ten, the actual marriage would not take place until midnight, so there was plenty of time to work yourself into a tizzy.

Jieun whistled. “I wouldn’t trade places with you tonight for the world.”

“Of course you wouldn’t. That would mean you were marrying your brother,” you replied without thinking.

The princess scrunched up her nose. “Gross.”

The next few hours flew past in a blur, and before you knew it, it was thirty minutes to midnight, and you were being helped out of the carriage. You took a deep breath, staring down the carpet-lined street, You were about to make a mile-long journey down the road to the priest. You looked down at your feet, or rather, the end of your skirt as you stepped forward. It rustled, and you were suddenly struck with the thought that you would have to listen to that sound for the next half-hour unless the muted murmurs of the crowds on either side of the street grew louder. You wanted nothing more than to run the rest of the way and get this whole thing over with. You were nervous, but you didn’t have cold feet. You felt ready to be married and to be the Crown Princess, but you weren’t thrilled about having to do it with half the world watching. Your wedding was being broadcasted all across Asia and Europe and North and South America. You could just barely hear the faint voices of a pair of broadcasters.

“The first ones to see the dress will be her future subjects, who have lined the street closest to her point of entrance. Family and friends are seated around the steps of the palace where the ceremony will take place.”

You wanted to correct them, to tell them that this was the ceremony. The wedding didn’t start until you and Jeonghan stood together. But you didn’t say anything and took another step forward.

“Oh! There she is now!”

“That dress is a signature of Kim Gahee, who also designed Princess Jieun’s dress for her wedding ten years ago.”

“I absolutely love the lace detail over the skirt and bodice, and the diamonds hidden in the folds catch the moonlight so well. She looks like she’s really glowing.”

“I’ve just been given word that the flora featured in the lace includes lilac, which means love’s first emotions, lily of the valley for happiness, and ivy for fidelity. And of course, her bouquet is full of red roses, which are the symbol of the royal family. It’s truly a work of art.”

You approached the first person who would walk with you during this journey, your father. Neither of you were the type to say unnecessary things, so you walked together in silence until you reached the second person. Your father took a step back to walk around a meter behind as Jieun took your arm. She was supposed to not be her usual, overly-excited self, but she couldn’t seem to help the giggles that escaped her.

“Just twenty more minutes and we’ll be sisters!” she squealed. You smiled but internally prayed that the microphones along the walkway had not picked it up. They probably had; a hush fell over the crowd as you passed. You walked with her for another five minutes until she traded places with Younha. She looked absolutely gorgeous in the pale blue dress Gahee had made for the bridesmaids. The light of the full moon seeped through the fabric, making your best friend look more like a spirit than a human. She smiled.

“I never thought I would be the one to give you away,” she joked softly. Your shoulders lost some of their tension. She had always been able to calm you, even just with her presence.

“I didn’t think you would either, but I’m not complaining,” you replied.

“These vampires sure do have some interesting traditions,” she said.

“You don’t even know the half of it.” She hadn’t been there for the bath, the nearly nude breakfast, or the ceremony during which Jeonghan had had to literally kidnap you from your parents’ house a week before the wedding. That had been an adventure, and your fiancé had made one too many jokes about vampires stealing away their unsuspecting prey for your liking.

“Well, this is where I leave you. Have fun, be safe, behave,” she warned you as you came up to the last person who would walk you to the priest, Jeonghan. You had been actively trying to avoid meeting his eyes, but now it seemed impossible. Your gazes met, and you suddenly wanted to cry when you saw the adoring look in his eyes. His lips were parted, and he rocked forward onto his toes, instinctively trying to get closer to you. Younha had to place your hand in his because each of you was too mesmerized by the other. Thankfully, her action snapped you two back to reality, and Jeonghan began to walk with you past the seated guests.

“I wasn’t expecting your dress to be quite so… sleeveless,” he mumbled, “It’s more than a little distracting, I hope you know.”

“It wasn’t my decision. I certainly don’t want you going all fang-crazy while we’re saying our vows.”

“When have I ever gone fang-crazy? I’ve never even bitten you. Do you know how much self-control it takes to not bite your soulmate for two years?” Still, he smiled, glancing down at you. “Are you ready to be Mrs. Yoon?”

“I think I’ll be Princess Yoon, thank you very much. And now that you mention, I think you’re right; I should just leave now,” you snorted.

His grip on your hand tightened. “Not on my watch. You’ll be mine by one in the morning, and then you’re stuck with me forever.”

“I guess there are worse things that could happen.”

Jeonghan said nothing in return because you had already mounted the last step and were now kneeling before the priest. The old man said a few words, motioned for you to stand and for a little boy to bring out two chalices, and took a rose-shaped object that you knew had razor-sharp edges. Jeonghan held out his right hand. Just a second later, the rose was pressed into his palm. He positioned his hand above the chalice and squeezed, allowing some of his blood to flow into it. He passed the object to you and licked his lips as you repeated his actions. His hand was already healing, but the priest wound a bandage over yours before he passed the chalice to Jeonghan. The second chalice, which was filled with wine from your house and his, was yours to drink from. Your arms wound around each other’s, and soon you were drinking from the cup, the bond now permanent in the vampires’ eyes. A shudder ran through Jeonghan as your blood slipped through his lips for the first time. The glance he gave you afterwards let you know that he was planning on taking more once you were out of the public eye.

The rest of the marriage seemed like one, long, run-on sentence because you couldn’t get over the fact that your whole being was now bound to another and his to yours. It was only when Jeonghan sat opposite you in the car that would take you to the chateau you would be honeymooning at that you spoke again.

“You know,” you said quietly, “I have to say that I like seeing you in your military dress uniform thingy, but I think I would like it better if your hair was down.”

He gasped in mock appalment. “Do you even know what you’re asking? A proper soldier must not show his hair while in uniform.” Contrary to his words, a lock of red-brown hair had already fallen out from under his cap and onto his forehead.

“Like you wouldn’t do it if I asked,” you said.

“Maybe if you did it for me, I’d just be able to blame you for ruining my perfect look.” He smirked, taunting you. However, you did shift closer and removed the bothersome hat, which was soon followed by the bobby pins that had held his long hair in place. Your fingers combed through it, trying to get out the tangles. Jeonghan caught one of your wrists to press a restrained kiss to the skin above your pulse.

“Oh, Mrs. Yoon,” he whispered, “are you aware of what it means to be by my side?”

“I’m aware that it means I’ll be with you,” you responded, lowering your gaze. He nipped at your fingertips just when the clock sounded the hour.

“It’s one o’clock. That means you’re mine,” he growled.

The Hufflepuff

Newt Scamander x Slytherin! Reader 

Request:  @godessofdeath- Sorry, I changed a little bit of it, but I still hope you like it <3 Ten un buen día! 

*Have a nice day :)

Words: 1, 853

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one!


Originally posted by sweetly87

“I didn´t punch him, he just happened to be too close to my fist. That´s all.” You tried to defend yourself, even if it was obvious you were lying about it. It´s not like it was really your fault, the Gryffindor idiot decided it was okay to mess around with you because he was taller.

Dumbledore sighed tiredly, rubbing his fingers through his face. “You must know that you will receive more than just a scold. Stop being harsh, I can´t follow you around to get you out of trouble.” Albus Dumbledore was always the same towards you. Kind, gentle and a father figure. “You will have to help this afternoon in the potions classroom, I have one Hufflepuff that needs some assistance.” He mumbled coldly when you didn’t apologize for punching the prick.

“At six o´clock. Don’t you dare to assume I will not notice your tardiness.”

“I´ll be there, professor.” Adverting his gaze you waited till he sighed again. Why was he sighing so much? You weren’t doing anything more than defending yourself!

Well… maybe you laughed along with your friends when the Gryffindor –coward- ran towards the infirmary threating you. His exclamations were going along the lines: I promise you will cry next time!  And: You filthy snake!

When you remembered that Mr. Dumbledore was still there, you fought the need of grinning. But you were sure he noticed the way your mouth twitched to the sides.

“I will see you soon.”


“So you aren’t going to the practice?” Damian said, already getting himself in a bad mood.

“Stop being such a narcissist, our poor babe is going to spend her time with a useless Hufflepuff.” Now you rolled your eyes in disagreement, Andro had a short temper when other houses were the issue.

“Don’t be so rude, I don’t even know this person.” Your friends were idiots most of the time, but going to the point of attacking a Hufflepuff was plainly sad.

“If Dumbledore likes the brat so much is probably because he´s a weird bug that stays all his nights on the library. And yes, I must say it´s obvious that the person is a man.” Andro stated harshly, making you feel a little concerned. Andro bit her lip when you observed her with an annoyed glare. “Just don’t let the badger get to your soft spot. I don’t want you to pass me the fleas.”

“Whatever you say, crazy woman.”

Damian chuckled for a moment, before encircling Andro’s waist. “Wasn’t their animal a skunk?”

“It’s a badger.” You defended with a frown.

“Nah, I assure you it´s a smelly skunk.”


You found yourself three steps away from Professor Dumbledore and a freckled shivering guy. Was he cold? Maybe you could lend him your scarf…but having to scarfs would probably be too uncomfortable to him.

“This is Newt Scamander, he´s the student I wanted you to help out.” You nodded slightly, eyeing him with disappointment. It would have been awesome if he were a girl.

“Nice to meet you.” The tall thin guy said with shyness, gazing to his shoes while he talked. “A-as Professor Dumbledore said, I´m going to need a little bit of assistance…” He repeated, obviously rambling because he didn’t know what to say. You were oddly intrigued by his quirky expressions. That just made things a ten percent more acceptable.

After presenting yourself and earning another lecture from the old man -that made Newt almost faint- you both entered the classroom. Everything was in place except one of the tables, the one in the right corner of the room.

“Are we going to prepare a potion?” You asked groggily, there were few things that you hated. And one of them was to stir a dangerous thing in a cauldron till it made your arms hurt. You thought Dumbledore was going to make you clean or something…

“Yes. I must confess is pretty hard to do, but Mr. Dumbledore said you were a capable student.” Capable? You snorted.

“Yeah, I´m an expert.” Whispering, you followed him to the table and leaned to see what kind of potion you were about to do. “Wolfsbane?!” You exclaimed, making Newt jump and look at you in disapproval. “Why?” You asked a second later.

“Because Dumbledore told us to. Don’t question his decisions too much.” He said calmly, everything on him seemed calm and shy. “Isn´t it awesome? We´re obviously preparing this for a werewolf!” Newt inhaled with sparkly eyes. “They are mysterious creatures, I´m sure they could use their abilities in so much ways…” He finished dreamily, letting you with an almost excited feeling fluttering on your chest. The way he said it was just so full of passion that you knew he loved talking about beasts. “Oh! Sorry, I just got caught on something you probably not care about…”

“Care about? I obviously do, I´m a Slytherin. I would have told you the second you began to talk that I wasn’t interested. Tell me more about them.” You grinned mischievously when he raised his gaze to meet yours, beautiful green mottled eyes dragged you into his enthusiasm. “I will be flattered!” He squealed like a love-struck teenager, making you chuckle and lean even more to him.

At that exact moment, the acceptance of the punishment went from ten percent to one hundred percent.


“So…how was it?” Andro´s voice asked, but you didn’t gave a response. You were more interested in looking for Newt´s presence in the dining hall. Where did the freckled sweetheart passed all of his lunches? You couldn’t see him sitting on the Hufflepuff table so you decided it was a normal reaction to go look for him.

“Sorry, gotta go. I need something from the library.” Damian raised an eyebrow and when you rapidly stood up from your seat, he grabbed your cloak.

“Why do you need to go again? You went yesterday.” Andro snatched his boyfriend´s hand off you and gave a court nod towards the exit.

“She´s seems eager to go, just let her be.”


Six months later, you passed all your time alone –without the Slytherins- with Newt. He sometimes talked too much about some Leta Lestrange girl, but it wasn’t a problem, because two seconds later he would compare her to you…even saying that you were more fun

The only problem were your house mates, they didn’t like him at all. Andro patiently scolded you more than once for talking to him publicly but now you didn’t give a damn about what she had to say. Hufflepuffs were way more fun than the Slytherins.

Or maybe that was the platonic love talking in your name. Because trying to spend every single minute with him was totally platonic.

“You always say I am the dreamer, but today you´re stealing away my title.” A blush crept to your face. It wasn’t a good time to receive a friendly arm over your shoulders. “For a second I thought you were avoiding me for being late yesteday.”

“Ha. Not even a snake could make me ignore you, do you thought a badger could?”

“Maybe a bowtruckle would.”

“A what?” A grin came to his face and he stepped in front of you. His hands went to his left pocket and a little human looking thing bowed at you. It was green and tiny, like really, really tiny. “This smol´baby is so precious!”

Newts ruffled hair covered his eyes when he observed his small friend, but you were sure they were filled with adoration. “Yes. I truly believe he is. I found him…outside…”He muttered the last part in such a quiet voice that you were the only one in the corridor that actually distinguished what he said. When you raised both of your eyebrow and pouted, he passed one of his hands through the locks of his brownish hair.

“Let´s not talk here.”

He dragged you all the way out to the lake while refusing to say anything before arriving to a secure place.


“And when were you going to tell me all of this…?”

“I promised Mr. Dumbledore that I wouldn’t say a thing. At the end, the werewolf is just another student, the others may get him expelled…” At least he was saying it you. He trusted you enough to twist Dumbledore´s trust. “I will just ignore the fact that you entered a dangerous forest with a werewolf. But remember, you freak, next time I promise I will punch you.”

Newt gulped loudly and you began to laugh with him. “Earlier, you were talking about our new friend.” He nodded rapidly and showed you the green man, again. “I named him Pickett.”

“Hey there Pickett, I´m pleased to meet you.” He bowed like the last time. “Can I touch you?” When he didn’t made a sound you looked over to your friend. “Can I touch him?”

“Yes, come on Pickett, don’t be so rude with a lady.” The green thing crossed his lanky arms and you chuckled. Even when he was mean he was still adorable. “I´m sorry, he was attachment issues. Pickett doesn’t like to be touched by anyone else. This is his first time going out.”

Being the teasing brat you always were, you smooched the bowtruckle, fast enough to get him confused. “Ow, look at that flushed face!” Pickett screamed angrily, making you smirk.

“Hey, why-why does he gets the kisses?!” Newt stuttered, more shocked than the bowtruckle in his hands.

“Oh, so that means that my sweetheart, wants a kiss?” His face got flushed with embarrassment. Newt thought he didn’t say that aloud, but apparently he did.

“Sweet-, Sweetheart?” He tried to get you to say more and you were kind enough to continue.

“What else should I call you? Love? Darling? Handsome?” Newt´s bowtruckle began to squeak with the same embarrassment that his owner –mum- was experiencing. And then you abruptly stopped. “Mmm, there´s still one thing I can´t be able to name you.”

“There is?”

“Yep. Boyfriend.” Pickett threw himself to your hands in excitement. Something told you that the tiny creature knew a lot about you, and it certainly was because of your friend.

When he realized what exactly did your word meant he gasped. “So you want to call me…your boyfriend? Me?”

“There is no other wizard here, Newt.” His heart stopped for more than a second and a lot of thoughts filled his mind. How could he get so lucky? Was he dreaming?

Just to check he was still alive or awake, he leaned to press his lips against yours. And for Merlin´s beard, he was there. It wasn’t his imagination. He really kissed you. He really felt you shiver and take a hold of his hair just to kiss him deeper.

“Stay with me forever.” He suddenly said, a second after his mouth left yours, not really thinking straight.  “Or just for now, I mean I—I don’t like forcin- I will shut up.”

“You´re so adorable, Scamander.”

(Picket observed you both suck each other’s faces, without amusement. He was –somehow- expecting it.)

“Father Chains sat on the roof of the House of Perelandro, staring down at the astonishingly arrogant fourteen-year-old that had grown out of the little orphan he’d purchased so many years before from the Thiefmaker of Shade’s Hill.

“Someday, Locke Lamora,” he said, “someday, you’re going to fuck up so magnificently, so ambitiously, so overwhelmingly, that the sky will light up and the moons will spin and the gods themselves will shit comets with glee. And I just hope I’m still around to see it.”

“Oh please,” said Locke. “It’ll never happen.”

A Minor Prophecy. Oh holy goddess and god and everything in between.

I don’t even know where to begin.

I suppose I can start by giving you a glimpse into the world of The Lies of Locke Lamora. In a post-medieval Venice-like setting, long after the end of the mysterious Elder race, Locke Lamora is a criminal genius, a gifted actor, and the leader of the Gentlemen Bastards. He uses his dubious gifts for evil, robbing the nobles in elaborate heists, games, in which he and his friends charm money right out the nobles’ pocketbooks. This is particularly risky as stealing from nobles is forbidden by the Secret Peace, which is enforced by the underground crime boss.

Lying to the Capa’s face is dangerous enough. But in the middle of their most recent, and most lucrative, game, something unexpected and sinister steals into the streets of Camorr. Silently, and without a trace, the underground is being destroyed, and unfortunately for Locke, that includes the Gentlemen Bastards. But this newest threat in a city full of threats is unseen, unheard, and untouchable, and has no plans to stop with the city’s thieves.

There. That’s an appropriately enticing synopsis for you.

Now, where do I begin explaining my feelings for this book?

Let’s look at the good first.

If there is one thing Scott Lynch does right, it’s a setting. When you open The Lies of Locke Lamora, you’re in Camorr, a hot, humid, summery city with noise and smells and water-clocks and floating barges and basically Shark Week, every week. You see the eerie white of a Gentled animal’s eyes, and can practically feel the sun shining off the canal in your face. You feel your shirt sticking to your back with sweat, you grow silent with chilling awe as Falselight commences. You’re there. It’s over. You don’t want to leave.

Equally important is the story. That’s what we came for! And Lynch delivers like a birth/labor surgeon. His story in The Lies of Locke Lamora has the layers. You know what I mean; it’s what every author aims at. It the dun-dun-dun! moments in a mystery novel, it’s the secret motive that let’s the pleasant auntie get away with selling the family jewels. Moreover, he does layers right. The layers seal the entire story, so you’re looking at them all, all at once, from cover to cover, but you don’t see the bottom ones until the very end. It gives his book a feeling of dreadful reality, and that’s the sort of craftsmanship you get from a master.

WORLDBUILDING, people. This refers not to the climate and the setting, but the place and time. Worldbuilding is describing not the literal Elderglass structures, but the mystery of the Elders that preceded humans. Thanks to worldbuilding, Lynch is able to give us the bank at Meraggio’s and the Order of Aza Guilla, Lady of Death the Transition and Death Everlasting. He’s able to give us the Shifting Revel, a gladiatorial carnival that takes place entirely on floating barges, with sharks. World building is overlooked in too many fiction novels–not here.

The bad… I guess.

A book critic has to be able to find flaws in other people’s writing, and I guess I have one. Reluctantly.

I adore Scott Lynch’s characters; they exist in a function-over-form sort of world where your worth as a person is actually more important than what you look like. That being said, I must admit that some of Lynch’s cardinal characters are a little less flashy than they could be.

Before I continue, I’d like to make note that I mean physically. They’re all pretty average, that is to say, realistic. But for some whiny little bums on Amazon and Goodreads, average just isn’t enough, not even when you can talk the fangs off a snake or fight to the death with two women who literally battle sharks for a living and win. So if you need a hero with Fabio-esque hair and a six pack who sails into the sunset with a busty blonde on one arm and a crate of gold on the other, maybe the Gentlemen Bastards series isn’t for you.

Some people’s kids, I tell you. Some. People’s. Kids.

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In a nutshell, what are my thoughts?

That this book is splendid. Superb. I love it dearly, and it’s already earned a place among my all-time favorites. I read this book, and it inspires the very best writer I can be to show her face. But even as just a reader, Lynch’s writing is sharp enough to poke holes right into my frozen little heart. I read it, and my heart breaks for Locke when he misses his lady. I’m struck speechless when everything starts dissolving in flames. I’d give anything to run a game with the Gentlemen Bastards, to see Nazca again, to sit just one more time on the roof of the House of Perelandro with Father Chains.

Thankfully, I don’t have to give anything but the time it takes to open the book and read it again.

10/10 For Scott Lynch’s powerful, pervasive voice from page one to page done, I can’t give less than a ten. Even Tolkien doesn’t get a ten out of me. Even George R.R. Martin doesn’t get a ten out of me. Congratulations, good sir, you’ve done the unthinkable.

9/10 Lynch’s characters are great, but even I have to admit, hell, Calo and Galdo leave something to be desired. Much though I love them. Also, I’d really like to know where the heck Bug came from.

9/10 I’ve spent this entire review crooning enthusiastic praise for Scott Lynch’s novel, but when it comes down to the wire, I will admit, there is something missing. I wanted to meet Sabetha. Dammit. Reading through, there’s a lingering after-taste of story that’s missing, and that is because Lynch plays coy and drops hints and teases like a gleeful parent three days before Christmas. This is not unexpected–this is a whole series, after all. But it makes The Lies of Locke Lamora feel a little like it’s leaning too much of its weight on a missing fence.

So for thieves and cunning fantasy, look no further. This is your book. This is your series. But oh merciful holy sweet baby Jesus there’s so much more to it than that.

The Lies of Locke Lamora has earned a 9.3/10 overall from me, making it one of the best fantasy romps I’ve had the pleasure to read–ever. Fun, quick, and entirely impossible to forget, you won’t regret picking this one up.

**Edit: It has come to my attention that some people have descended upon me for mislabeling The Lies of Locke Lamora as steampunk. They are absolutely right; it is pure fantasy, not steampunk. The feeling in Camorr that humanity is sitting on the edge of an industrial revolution always gives me steampunk vibes, but it’s definitely not within that genre.

Ch. 3 Prince Lucas of Agannia (Fanfic)

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Background: Loosely based on Cinderella. (Y/N) is Princess of Estia, and a few countries over is Agannia, where Prince Lucas will eventually become king. Each destined to rule, they are at a time in their lives for marriage, in which the only motivation is to gain political power. How would love have such a role in this environment?

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Anita Blake Deconstruction: Guilty Pleasures ch 1-2

In which I have opinions about books and I make you listen to them. :D

But first, a little scene-setting:

I first encountered the Anita Blake series in my freshman year of college about a decade ago. (Oh my god has it been ten years already? TEN. YEARS.) They were my first real urban fantasy novels and it was love at first page and I identified with Anita so hard.

There were already a dozen books out and I used to run upstairs to borrow them from a friend who owned the series. I still remember the first thing she said to me after recommending them: “they get weird later.” I assumed she was being cautious and dramatic because they had (gasp) sex and violence in them and at the time this was very edgy for li’l sheltered me.

She was not.

So the thing about this series is I have NEVER heard anyone bring these books up without adding that qualifier. If you hear someone talking about a series of books that gets weird they are talking about this series. I will lay money.

Anita Blake Vampire Books: They Get Weird.

Let’s discuss.

Ch 1:

Willie McCoy had been a jerk before he died. His being dead didn’t change that.

This is a pretty catchy start. Someone is dead! And in Anita’s office wearing polyester and looking like “a bit player in a gangster movie.” Willie is a vampire but he is not a love interest. We know this because he is short and awkwardly dressed and clearly low on the pecking order. He is also the first vampire Anita knew before he died.

One thing I never noticed before is how this first sentence sets up a key idea of the series. Vampires act like people. They remain essentially the people they were before they died. So are they people?

Don’t worry, Anita will spend thousands of pages angsting about this topic in books to come.

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Request: Say Goodbye

Request: Hi hun, could I have a Cas one shot where the reader is Sam and Dean’s sister, Sam’s twin, and she and human!Cas are engaged. She sold her soul after Cas dies during a hunt, and gets two years. She and Cas get married. When the hellhounds attack, she says tearful goodbyes to her brothers and Cas, as she lays dying. She and Cas kiss before she dies in his arms. Lots of bittersweet fluff please. It’s long sorry xxx

Word Count: 2,776 (oops)

Okay, this is sad. Also, I changed the end slightly, which is why there’s a warning. I think it still works. I hope you like it, thanks!<3

WARNING: Euthanasia-style suicide, in a lesser-of-two-evils situation.

“We’ll be fine, yeah?” You assure Cas, and he nods, squeezing your hand once more. He doesn’t talk, though, the nerves obviously striking his system like lightning over the sea. Instead, he laces his hand with yours, bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles. His eyes remain focused on yours as he runs his thumb over the ring on your finger. He blinks once, remembering the promise he made to you.

Always. He’d said, Always. Every day for the rest of our lives. If you’ll have me, that is.

He’d proposed just over three weeks ago, with your brothers’ blessings – somewhat ironic, for a man who was once an angel to need the blessings of humans. Nonetheless, with the encouragement of the Winchester brothers, he popped the question and you accepted with zero hesitation.

This hunt is something you’ve all been no less than terrified of for what seems like forever. Demons, strategically moving through towns and cities, causing bloodshed and terror in the name of demonic superiority. This kind of massacre is something you’ve all been dreading having to deal with – this time, you don’t have angel grace on your side. This time, it’s do or die – literally.


“Cas! No!” You cry, lunging towards your fiancé. His cobalt eyes stare at you in widened horror as the blood-slicked blade is yanked back out from between his ribs. In desperation, you hurl the engraved knife towards the demon, burying it into the thing’s stomach. You couldn’t care less for the meatsuit at the moment; catching Cas as he collapses to the floor.

“No, no, no.” You shake your head, your braid further falling out – you lost the tie somewhere in the chaos. The frazzled hair falls around your face, “No, Cas! Stay with me!”

“Y/N-” He tries, but you shake your head, “Sam! Dean!” You cry out into the darkness, the sound of Cas’ ragged breathing too loud in your ears. He coughs weakly, a spurt of crimson making you cringe.

“Cas, no. Please. I need you.” You whisper, “Please, baby. Hold on. For me, please.”

“Y/N,” He chokes, more blood trickling over his cheek, “I – I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. I love you too. So much.” Tears fill your eyes, and you cradle his head to your chest. Reaching over, you wipe the blood from his cheek and lips with your sleeve, “So much, Cas.”

His eyes close and you watch as his chest rises and falls. You continue whispering reassurances; his ragged, shallow breaths fill the room for another moment. Then, they stop.

“Oh, Cas.” You whisper, a sob threatening each of your words, “Cas.” His hands are limp by his side and his head lolls helplessly in your arms. You hold him close to you, rocking him like you would a child.

A child. A life together. A home, a family. To be normal.

The ring on your finger seems too tight and so does your chest, you can’t breathe, and a you can hear a horrible wailing. It takes until Sam and Dean appear in the room for you to realise that it’s actually you.

And then they just drag you away from him, whispering words that you can’t hear; don’t want to hear.


“Just let me say goodbye,” You plead, wiping at your eyes for the billionth time, “Give me until morning. Please.”

“Y/N…” Dean seems reluctant, but Sam lays a hand on his older brother’s shoulder.

“Let her, Dean,” He says softly, “Just one night. It’ll help her heal. Being able to goodbye properly…” He trails off, and you just know he’s thinking about Jess. Dean knows, too, and he nods slightly.

“One night, alright? Try to get some sleep.”

You nod, knowing fine well you won’t. Instead, you push the door open, almost collapsing to your knees as you see him lying on the bed, bloody and beaten and limp and not Cas. Not your Cas. Not the strong and infallible and-

“Oh, Cas,” You whisper, sitting on the floor beside the bed and taking his hand in yours, “Don’t you see how much I need you? The world is so big; so scary. But you know it so well and I can’t do this alone. I don’t want to do it alone. Everything is pointless without you.” You admit, tears streaming down your cheeks, “I don’t want to be here if you’re not.”

I don’t want to be here if you’re not. I don’t want to be here if you’re not.

And then it hits you like three tons of bricks. There are other options. You don’t have to live without him.

You’re on your feet in a matter of moments, scrambling around your room for the right things. You’ve kept the little tin in your bottom drawer for years, just in case.


“Well, well, well,” The thing speaks from behind you, “Another Winchester?”

You don’t answer – you don’t even turn around; just inspect your fingernails. The dust surrounding them serves as a reminder of what you’re doing.

“What can I do you for?” He asks, suddenly speaking from right over your shoulder. You spin in shock, gasping at his proximity.

“I- Cas.” You say simply, “I need Cas.”

“Oh, a sacrifice in the name of love?” He grins, touching your cheek with a rough hand. Too rough. Not like Cas – his hands, though calloused, never fail to have the gentlest of intentions behind them, “How adorable. I can give you two.”


“Two years.”

“No way. I want my ten. Why can’t I have my ten?”

“Well, its gonna be hard, dragging one of the most wanted beings in all of existence back to our earthly plane,” He shrugs nonchalantly, “Plus, you are a Winchester, and you’ve caused us utter havoc over the past few years. I think the two years is pretty generous, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t.” You snap, “Please… is there a shred of humanity within you?” As the man’s eyes flicker to blood red, you shudder, “Stupid question.”

“It’s a lovely long life without your dear Cas, or two years with. What do you choose?”

“Cas.” You don’t hesitate, “Cas. Give me the two, I don’t care. Bring him back to me.” For the first time, you feel a stony resolution settling in your gut. The man grins, that shiteating smirk eating away at you.

“Well, you know the drill, sweetheart.”

For Cas, you think to yourself as he plants his lips on yours for a moment that seems to last a lifetime.

“See you in two years.”


“Y/N? Where the hell have you been?” Dean asks, but he already knows. You know he knows because of the raw panic on his face as he stands up. You can tell you look ragged as hell, but you don’t care.

You shrug, “I had to, Dean.”

“Y/N?” He doesn’t want to believe it because he’s been there and he’s done that and he’d never wish it upon his worst enemy, never mind his own sister.

“Where is he?”

“Bedroom. He’s asking for you.”

“Did you tell him?”


You nod gratefully, “Thanks, Dean.”

You’re surprised he doesn’t make a comment about how stupid you were. Maybe he knew you’d do it. You walk past him, avoiding his imploring gaze and walking straight into your room. Cas sees you and his eyes light up, and he propels himself from the bed and you launch yourself into his arms.

“Y/N,” He whispers, “What happened?”

“The demon… he stabbed you.” You say quietly. As much as you don’t want to tell him the truth, you can’t lie to him. You just can’t. “You died.”

“Then how am I…” He gasps, pulling away and holding you at arms length, “You didn’t.”

You nod, “Yeah, I did.”

“Y/N, no. I thought we’d discussed this.” He intones, “No deals, remember?”

“Try watching the person you love most in the world die before your eyes, Cas. It’s a whole new story.”

“Yeah, I’m going to have to in ten years.”

He sees that you’re avoiding his gaze and inhales sharply.

“How many? Five? One?”


“You’re so stupid sometimes. I’m not worth it. You have so much life to live.”

“Not without you I don’t. Anyway, it’s not about the time you get, it’s about what you do with it.” You smile with false enthusiasm, “Let’s make the most of what I’ve got, yeah?”


The wedding is nothing short of stunning. It’s in a small village church, nothing special, just a handful of friends – the ones you have alive. You refuse to let the sad undertones of the situation have any impact on the day as you head back to the bunker with a ton of junk food and beer for you two and the friends. In favour of the usual reception, you hang out with the people you love most in the world.

Yet, the morning after, wrapped in the soft cocoon of Cas’ arms, you can’t help but wonder where you go from here. You’re reluctant to hunt and you’re 90% sure Cas wouldn’t want either of you hunting. But how do you make the most of the two years you have left?

One year, eleven months, three days.

So that’s exactly what you do – you make the most of it. You visit glorious beaches and trashy amusement parks and ancient museums and old farms and anything and everything that catches your eye. No obligations, no goals. Just the four of you (occasionally two, if Sam and Dean head off to hunt something) doing whatever you want, whenever you want to.

It’s almost as if time will never end.


As all things do, your time comes to an end. You have just one day until your deal is up, when you finally snap.

“Will you quit looking at me like I’m about to drop dead?” You snap as your brothers, who’d been observing you from across the room, “I have another day, you bastards!”

“Y/N, I-” Sam begins, but you interrupt him.

“No, Sam. I know what’s going to happen. I’ve accepted it. It’s time you do, too. I know you’re still hoping for a way out, but if either of you dare endanger yourselves…”

Your brothers look at each other, then over at you. Then, Dean nods.

“I know how you feel, kid. We’re sorry. It’s just… hard.”

“I know.” You nod, “I gotta go. I’ll be back soon, tell Cas not to worry.”

You leave before they can ask any questions.


“You want to what?” Sam lurches forward, trying to grab the small paper bag form your hand. You snatch it away.

“It’s not about what I want, it’s about what I don’t want.” You say, calmer than you thought you’d be, “Please.”

“But… Y/N?” Cas looks incredibly hurt by your proposition, “I thought… all the time we can get, remember?”

“I know. I know,” You say quietly, clutching the bag to your chest, “But it’s so much easier this way. I want to go on my terms. I’m sorry, I don’t want you to have to deal with hellhound leftovers.”

You’d disappeared off earlier to find a contact you’d hoped you’d never have to use. It’s simple, it’s painless, and it’s a million times better then being hellhound chow.

“I just… you’re not killing yourself, Y/N.” Dean is stood with his arms folded, that stony mask settled into his features, “That’s not happening.”

“So you’d rather I got ripped up by rabid dogs? Come on, you have to see that this is the better option. Quick, easy, painless, not messy…”

Surprisingly, Cas is the first to accept it.

“I agree,” He says suddenly, “It’s less violent. Quiet. It’s what she wants.” He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you closer to him. Not that he’s let you go too far for the past two years.


Goodbyes are hard. Anyone can go up to someone and say hi, using the time they have together over the next few days or weeks or months or years to learn with them and have experiences with them. Goodbyes are different. Goodbyes are like trying to sum up everything you feel in a paragraph when you need an entire novel.

“Hey, Dean.” You grab your older brother’s shoulders, holding back your tears, “You look after yourself, okay? Because I know you won’t. But I want you to. Be happy, because you don’t do that enough. You deserve the best in life. I don’t care if you think you do or not, but I say so, so you be nice to yourself, okay? You’ve been the best big brother a little brat like me could ever want, so thank you. I love you.” You say, before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself closer to him. He hugs you tightly, and clings to your shirt for a moment before letting you go.

“I don’t want you to be down there. It’s horrible.” He whispers, a tear slipping down his cheek. You offer a smile.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m practically best friends with the king of hell, I’m a VIP.”

He smiles, ruffling your hair.

“See you later, kid.”

Sam. What the hell do you say to Sam? Your twin brother, (older by six minutes, as he’s never failed to remind you) your other half, your partner in crime. He’s not even holding back the tears, just biting his lip to keep back the sobs.

“Aw, Sammy. Don’t cry. I ain’t worth it.” You say gently, squeezing his hand, “You gotta be happy too, you hear me? You get yourself out of this life and you find yourself a dog and maybe a pretty girl – or a guy, whatever you decide you’re into – and you do what makes you happy. Don’t do it for mom, or dad, or me or Dean or anyone. I think you forget how much you matter, yeah? Don’t worry about me, either. I’ll be fine.”

He smiles, grabbing you and holding you close to him like he would when you were kids and something had scared you. You can feel him shaking with sobs and you hold in your own.

When he finally lets you go, he can’t bring himself to say anything. Instead, he kisses your forehead.

You turn to Cas, but he shakes his head.

“I’m coming in with you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

You don’t protest him. He wouldn’t give in anyway. You just take his hand.

“I’ll see you guys later, yeah?” You offer a tearful smile to your brothers, who nod in turn and let you go. You retreat to your room, looking at the pill in your hand.

“Let’s do this, yeah?” You say quietly. Cas nods.

Before you can stop yourself, you down the pill with water, and take a deep breath. Sitting on the bed, you look around.

“Just like falling asleep, that’s what he said.” You say softly, and Cas wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him like you actually were about to go to sleep. You smile serenely – this isn’t as scary as you’d thought.

“Y/N?” Cas says softly, his tears falling into your hair. You look up at him.


“You – you shouldn’t have, you know. I’m not worth-”

“You are, Cas. You are.” You take a breath, “Just one thing?”


“Well… don’t tax yourself or anything, but if you happen to find yourself with a pair of wings and a lump of spare time…”

“You’re my first priority.” He promises, kissing you again and again all over your face, “You always were, always will be.”

“Much appreciated.” You laugh, grabbing his face and kissing his lips.

And that’s how you stay, curled up together and talking and laughing. There’s no real goodbye, because no word – no words are big enough. A thousand novels couldn’t do your story any justice. And you’re with him when your eyelids begin drooping and you can’t stay awake anymore.

It really is just as easy as felling asleep.

Wishes Old and New

Summary: They aren’t the best with people yet somehow they find each other. Katniss has never stayed at a school long enough to  make friends. Then Peeta happens. He’s all blue eyes, blushing cheeks, and braces and he makes her laugh. Until the day he makes something else twist inside of her entirely. But what could have been is bitter and no matter the wishes made on stars real life tears them apart. Ten years later Katniss  keeps seeing a face that brings her to her knees. A little lust, a little lie, maybe even a little luck and who knows…maybe wishes just take ten years to come true.

Rated : M For some sex and language kids.

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