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It’s only day 2 for this shirt, and these panties are fresh from the dryer. ❞
I don’t need you to forgive me. I haven’t done anything wrong. ❞
I’ve always forgiven you until now. ❞
I can never tell if you’re lying. I can never trust my gut when it comes to you. ❞
Are you spying on me? You don’t trust me? ❞
How do I choose the box to bury my friend in? ❞
If he dies, he can’t talk. Dead men tell no tales. ❞
When you walk in here, you make me hope. Hoping is bad for me, so do not come back here unless you are back for good. ❞
When it’s your turn, you can talk, but right now, be quiet. Let yourself be kissed. ❞
It’s always his turn, despite the fact that I’m the one you like to ride, that I’m the one that makes you moan, that I’m the one who reaches you in places that he can’t begin to touch. ❞
We can hide in the shadows or we can stand in the light. ❞
I’m not gonna live in your apartment, waiting to service you. I have things to do. I’m busy. But, I did book a nice hotel suite for booty calls. ❞
Do you actually think I give a damn what anyone thinks of me anymore? ❞
A broken heart is a broken heart; to take a measure is cruelty. ❞
You can’t summon me. You are not in charge of me. ❞
Did you think I’d want you back? ❞
I am less than interested in whatever it is you have to offer. ❞
You thought I would be dragged in here and I’d lay eyes on you and I’d gasp, and I’d rip off all my clothes and crawl on my knees over to you and beg you to take me, that I’d be some kind of sad porn fantasy. ❞
I could have anything I wanted, and I wanted you. You can laugh at it and make fun of me, but the truth is, nobody else wants you. ❞
I’ve lost too much. I’ve given up too much. I’m not even a person anymore. ❞
I’m not like you. I’m sorry you miss me, but I’m not like you. ❞
Why are you picking a fight with me today? ❞
You’re thirsty, but you’re not here for a drink.❞
You’re here because you want what you’ve been fantasizing about ever since you left the other night. ❞
I can give you what you want just the way you want it. ❞
You either go home alone and try your own hand at quenching that thirst or go upstairs with me and replace that dry lump in your throat with something much more satisfying. ❞
Trust me; I will be the one standing over you when you die. ❞
You keep secrets from me. You make me feel small. ❞
Burying yourself in work isn’t always the best thing when you lose someone. ❞
I’ve got enough blood on my hands already. ❞
Don’t ever leave me like that again. I almost didn’t survive. I almost died without you. ❞
You have been waiting for this moment from the second I got in bed with her. ❞
It doesn’t matter what the truth is, does it? The only thing that matters is that I put my hands where you think they don’t belong, and now I’m in chains. ❞
I am going to have you destroyed. ❞
He’s a predator, an animal, a killing machine, and just because you’ve decided to turn a blind eye to that doesn’t make it any less true. ❞
I think you want me to be guilty. Guilty lets you hate me for things you’re not allowed to hate me for. ❞
If there’s any part of you, any part of you at all, that believes that I’m telling you the truth, you’ll help me. ❞
You may have never heard what it sounds like when she wakes up screaming from a nightmare, but I have, and it’s awful. ❞
The truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a while, but it’s not gonna go away. ❞
Since us bitches have got to get through this dog and pony show, I’m gonna need you to sit down, shut up, and follow my lead. ❞
Is she right about you having nightmares? ❞
Don’t let love cloud your judgment. ❞
We both know in the end you’re not going to choose me. And that’s okay. I want you to know, I need you to know, not choosing me is okay. ❞
I keep my promises. I will watch the life fade from your eyes. ❞
I love her. Does that matter to you at all? ❞
It stops you every time, the arrogance, the need to swagger, to show everyone who you are. ❞
True power hides in plain sight. ❞
You and I are ruined. We don’t have a chance now. Too much has happened. ❞
I know you’re trying to be rational, and I understand why, but you can’t pretend this is okay. ❞
I mean, I figure we have two choices here - we can either pretend this unbearable sexual tension doesn’t exist, or we can address it head-on. ❞
You are beautiful. The face that launched a thousand ships. ❞
What is it that is so special about you? You have so much power over him. He revolves around you. ❞
He needed you. He was in pain. He wanted to die. ❞
I could protect him from everyone. Except you. ❞
I wanted to shoot him. I didn’t, but I wanted to. I wanted to kill him. I wanted him dead. ❞
I’m very powerful, you know. Some women would find that a turn-on. ❞
Let’s just say I’m in a giving mood tonight. ❞

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A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Are you celebrating tonight?! This Imagine is based on a request from @reebgirl13. Also, it is free from spoilers.

31st October: Halloween. 🎃 | feat. Loki

Words: 3856
Warnings: shameless smut

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One day, the wise woman of the village called all the children to her house.

She sat with them in a circle, and they ate and sang together until the moon was high in the sky. The children had never been allowed to stay up as late. They were excited. Their tongues prickled with the spicy soup that the wise woman had given them.

When the fire was just a low glimmer of ash and wood anymore, the woman lifted her hand.

The children that had been laughing and chattering fell quiet.

The woman said: “Show me the palm of your hand, and tell me only the truth. Swear on it.”

“I swear,” said the children. Some whispered it, some barely got out the words, but all of them were shivering because they felt something old and large reach for their hearts. They didn’t know if it was the soup, the woman’s power, the moon, or just their own awe before the world and the night that made them speak truthfully.

The wise woman lowered her hand. She looked at one after the other. Her eyes were warm as the fire, dark as the moon’s shawl above.

“Speak what you wish to raise in your life.”

Everyone was silent for a long time.

The woman turned her head towards the first boy.

“Family,” the boy mumbled. Then, a bit louder, clutching his empty soup bowl, he looked at everyone with honey golden eyes, wide with kindness. “Mine and others.”

The old woman said nothing. Only her head moved from then on, and it pointed to the next, the next, one after the other.

And the children spoke.

“Health.”

“Knowledge.”

“Happiness.”

“Imagination.”

“Adventure.”

“Fun.”

“Strength.”

“Animals.”

While the children said their words, the old woman drank them in. She let then settle into her memory, anchored them where they were safe.

One day, when the children were of age, she would ask them again.

Some would have changed. If they had lost their path, she would remind them of their old words, of the dreams their hearts had forgotten about. That there was a way forward, in whatever direction it may run. If they had found another way for themselves, she would gift them their once-adored word still, so that they had something to always return to and would know that once feeling something did not mean that you wouldn’t ever feel something else.

And if the children still chose the same way, then it would be their time to raise something.

So the children spoke their words. Only two were left now and before the woman could turn her head, they spoke at the same time.

“Hell.”

“Myself.”

The other children shivered. For a long time, nothing moved. Even the fire seemed frozen in the moment. Finally, the woman tilted her head.

“What do you mean?” she asked the two. She hadn’t asked anyone else.

The first child stood up, hands curled into fists, eyes burning. “If anyone gets in my way, I’ll bring all of the world down on them!”

“I’m scared,” whispered one of the children.

The woman looked at the other child, whose eyes were calm as the dark sky above. “And you?”

“Myself,” said the child once more. “Nothing more and nothing less.”

The first child laughed. “That’s stupid. Just yourself? What can you do with that! When I’m older, the world won’t stand a chance against me.”

Before the second child could speak, the old woman stirred. She reached out for the child’s fingers and took them into her own. The other children watched, wary and confused.

“Before you raise any of your dreams,” said the old woman, a smile on her fire-warmed lips, “I want all of you to remember this.” And when the child who stood glared at her, she took its hand as well until it sat and put its head against her shoulder.

“Raise yourself, children, and you will stand against anything. Raise yourself, and the whole world will rise with you. Hell and heaven and every fear will fall if you hold yourself upright and look to the stars. And if you cannot rise anymore, stand. Stand. The horizon has been born for thousands of years, every morning and every night. Admire its strength, when you are weak, but do not forget:

You are the dawn. You are the dusk.

The world will follow. Raise all that you are, before anything else.”

Imagine You Have a Rare Disorder

You’re a sophomore in college when you start noticing some odd changes.Every month, about two weeks after your period, you’re easily distracted, especially by men. A professor’s cologne in the hallway can send you into a wild daydream that makes your cheeks flush and pupils dilate. As a conservative girl saving yourself for marriage, you’re worried, so you make an appointment with a counselor. The counselor reassures you that feeling more easily aroused during ovulation is perfectly normal.

Month by month, the symptoms gradually get worse, but you do your best to work around them. You start packing several extra pairs of panties in your schoolbag on “those days,” because by mid-morning, you’ve soaked through the originals and are paranoid about the smell. You drop an art history class because the male anatomy on display makes you lose all concentration; you avoid the gym two days a month for the same reason.

* * *

By the middle of your junior year, your symptoms have worsened drastically. Not only do you get wet and flushed at the slightest suggestion of testosterone, but thanks to your hypersensitive clit and lips, you’re also prone to spontaneous orgasms. Thankfully, there is usually at least a second or two of buildup, which enables you to brace yourself and disguise the climax when in public. But with each new cycle, your orgasms are triggered more randomly, and they’re becoming longer and stronger.

You eventually figure out that you can stop having orgasms at inconvenient times… if you release the tension yourself, at regular intervals. So when you feel the onset of your heat, in addition to extra panties, you pack a massive vibrator and spare batteries. (You try using a more discreet one at first, but you seem to build up a tolerance to it; it isn’t long before you’ve upgraded to the biggest one on the market.) Whenever you get a chance between classes, you run to the nearest private washroom and unwrap the silicone savior with clammy, shaking hands. You can’t rip your panties down and shove it in fast enough. You brace yourself on the edge of the sink with your left hand, convulsing again and again as you thrust the vibe into yourself with your right, panting like a bitch in heat, exploding with fluid nearly every time, fluid that somehow never runs out, fluid that streams down your hand and thighs and soaks your jeans and puddles on the floor until your body finally gets what it needs. You clean your vibrator as well as you can, touch up your makeup, and make the most of the few hours of freedom that follow.    

After hitting rock bottom in your parents’ bathroom over Easter weekend, you finally put your denial aside long enough to do some research. As you feared all along, none of this is normal. Not even close. You see a GP, who refers you to a series of specialists.

The invasive examinations inevitably cause you to dig your nails into the paper and climax violently. Each doctor awkwardly asks if you’d like to reschedule, but you beg them to keep going, to find out what’s wrong.

* * *

It turns out that what’s wrong is your ovaries.

Or rather, your extra ovaries.

As the MRI scans show, you currently have three pairs of full-sized ovaries, plus at least a dozen more pairs of varying sizes, all growing rapidly. This steady but dramatic escalation in fertility has been causing you to get increasingly high on your own hormones each month.

The doctors believe that a genetic mutation is probably involved, but agree that in the short term, the ovaries will need to be surgically removed before your symptoms get any worse.

Unfortunately, the only surgeon qualified for this procedure is booked solid for another month. The doctors estimate that you will have a fourth pair of functional ovaries by then, so your next ovulation – due in three weeks - is likely to be even more intense than the last.

“It is absolutely essential,” intones the gynecologist, “that you use birth control responsibly in the meantime, and ideally that you refrain from sexual intercourse of any kind.”

“I’m abstinent by choice,” you reply proudly. “I may need to physically… handle… my urges, but when it comes to guys, I can control myself.”

“Ah… well, even so,” the neurologist says, frowning, “You can’t afford to take any chances in your condition. Even if you’ve stayed out of trouble so far, your hormones have already caused serious behavioral changes over the past year. I don’t mean any disrespect, but I highly doubt that your purity ring will stand much of a chance once that fourth pair matures.”

“And if you get pregnant during this kind of ovulation, we’re looking at guaranteed multiples,” warns the obstetrician. “You don’t need that on top of everything else. Incidentally, we’ve also detected some other hormonal and physical abnormalities that may have repercussions on pregnancy – we’re still waiting on those tests. So for those reasons, you really need to do everything in your power to prevent impregnation for the time being. Okay?”

The other doctors concur. They prescribe a birth control pill, sedatives to calm your nerves during your next ovulation, and a morning-after pill (“in case something happens”). They also recommend that you employ female supervision, and perhaps even physical restraints, to keep you from having sex with a man before your surgery.

After your appointment, you go to the pharmacy and buy the sedatives, but you crumple the other prescriptions into a ball and toss them in a trash can. Birth control? Plan B? Restraints? How dare they. You’ve gotten this far without their condescending advice. Your body may have betrayed you, but your virtue has been unflagging through it all.

And it won’t let you down now.

* * *

In the days before your next heat, you get ready. You fill your studio apartment with food, water, vibrators, and batteries. You get a vague doctor’s note from a clinic and reschedule an exam. You plan to take a double dose of sedatives as soon as you feel your time coming on, which will hopefully make the physical distress more manageable.

You’re a little nervous, but you’re sure that if you stick to the plan and stay indoors, everything will be okay.

* * *

…You come into heat a full day ahead of schedule, in the middle of the night, your hormones surging and overwhelming you so quickly that they jolt you awake.

“Ohh… oh God…”

You fumble for the lamp on your nightstand, manage to switch it on. Your need is already at a critical level; this is happening too fast.

You try to think. What was it you needed to do? You needed to take… something…

“Nghhaaahhhhh— oh fuck, fuck, fuck…”

It’s no use, you can’t remember. The plan is gone. All you can think about is filling yourself, now. You yank the nightstand drawer off its rails; the vibrator rolls under the bed.

“No! Shit! Wh-where… is…”

As you drop a foot to the ground to get out of bed, your pussy brushes against the edge of the mattress.

“Ahhhh… fuuuuuuuck!”

An orgasm rocks through you. You hold on for dear life. This is not how it usually goes. Usually you have much more time before it gets this intense.

The orgasm drops off, and your desperate arousal instantly returns. Carefully this time, you lower yourself to the ground and grope around frantically for the vibrator. It’s no use; you can’t locate it.

As if enraged by your failure, the throbbing heat in your hugely engorged clit and lips flares inward and upward, inflaming every square millimeter of tissue between entrance and cervix.

“Haaaaahhhhhhhhh… oh God! Oh God please fuhh—ooooohhhhhh God…!”

You’re out of your depth now. Even with your biggest vibrator, you’d be powerless to meet this kind of demand. You’ve never experienced anything like this before.

And yet, shuddering alone in the darkness, you recognize it. It’s your primal instruction, your absolute purpose. But to overcome your own refusal of it, you need to say it out loud, to hear yourself name it.

“Need to… m-make…”

You sob as tears flood your eyes. You try again.

“I… need to make… babies…”

Your innermost Truth is so beautiful, so simple. You want to kill yourself for denying it for so long. But if you do that, your babies will never grow inside you, will never be born. And that would be a thousand times worse that death.

Lurching to your feet, you manage to soothe yourself slightly by murmuring your Truth under your breath. It’s the only thing that gets you from your bed to your door without collapsing.

Need to make my babies. Oh my babies, oh so many, oh so big and strong. My babies. They’re going to grow so strong, so big, so many, so many, so many, my beautiful, precious babies.

You find yourself going down the hall. Your body leads the way; your mind follows by quite a distance. Even so, you know where you’re going, because it’s the only place that exists anymore.

The apartment next door, where the young male lives.

* * *

There’s light under his door – he’s a night owl. You knock. No answer. You knock again.

Footsteps.

When the male sees you in his doorway, his look of annoyance turns to shock. You’re wearing a threadbare t-shirt that accentuates your erect nipples. A gold crucifix pendant. No panties.

Before he can say a word, you shove a hand down his boxers. Just the sight and smell of the male should have caused you to climax immediately, let alone the warmth of his thick member, but your adrenaline-fueled sense of purpose buys you some time.

Staring up at him with your hugely dilated pupils, you manage to communicate some of your Truth as you stroke him hard, but you can feel your furious need surging once more.

“Y-you… you need you to fffuck me and put… put you cum-m in… ahh— inside me. Right now-ohhhhh. Ahhh—f-fuck. I’m gonna… I’m gonna come, but it’s just–haaahhhh… shit… listen… y-you need to fuck me after this bec-auunhhhaaahhhhse… haaaaah… becauss’ I need to get so fucking ­big I can’t move… and I… I need… my… my… my precious babi— oh! Oh God!-AAAHHHNNNN—!!!” You barely have time to pull your hand away and throw both arms up against the doorframe before an orgasm seems to electrocute your entire body from within. You feel more liquid than ever gush out of you, and your vision blurs.

When the world comes back into focus, you look up to find abject horror in the male’s eyes. But it doesn’t matter; you know without even looking that his cock is hard as iron. You stumble past him into the flickering light of his TV. There’s a beat-down, stain-covered couch against a wall. You kneel, facing backwards, on one of its filthy cushions, gripping the seat back for dear life with both hands. Then you raise your ass and display your throbbing wet entrance to the male. You pray silently, feverishly, not daring to look behind you.

My babies. Need to feel my babies and grow them and make them, so many, so big and so strong and so precious. Please God, please God, I need my babies, my babies, oh please… fuck, fuck, why isn’t it in me yet? Why isn’t he filling me with my babies? Please, please, I can’t take this anymore…!

But just as you’re about to turn around, you feel big, warm hands on your hips, and finally, finally, the male plunges into you.

* * *


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Body Hostage

A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes.[*Smut]

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get up. I had to rewrite it. It’s not as smutty as I’d liked it to be but I’ll write another one later that more smut. love ya xx

Request: yes, by several people.

“You ready for this?” The Sheriff asked me as we stood in front of the door to Derek’s loft. I could feel him looking at me but my eyes were glued to the large metal door. On the other side was Stiles. Only it wasn’t really Stiles. As Kira’s mother liked to put he was void. More specifically he was possessed my a thousand year old fox spirit with a hankering for strong emotions. In a nutshell, everything about Stiles was Stiles except the only part that matter, his mind. I tore my gaze from the door and it landed on Mr.Stilinski. How do I answer? One of my best friends was in there.

“Are you?” I asked genuinely. He only look at me with eyes of uncertainty. I nodded and took a deep breath. I placed my hand on the handle and slid the heavy door open. Stiles was standing in the center of the loft in different clothes then the ones he’d worn to Echin House, which was the last time I’d seen him. His skin was more pale than usual, and the circles under his eyes made it seem like he’d never known sleep. The Sheriff moved closer to his son, producing a pair of handcuff and dangling them. I trailed behind him, being sure not to get to close.

“You’re going to handcuff me?” Stiles said and it was unsure whether this was really him or not.

“If any part of my son is still in there, he’ll let me. Because he knows I’m here to protect him from himself and others.”

The boy held up his hands together so the Sheriff could place the cuffs on him. As his father did so, Stiles looked past his father to me. I froze not expecting to be noticed, and stared directly in his eyes trying not to show fear. He pursed his lips into a dark smile, and it was clear the boy I loved wasn’t there. I’d never admitted I loved him to anyone before including him, and I was afraid I never would get the chance now.

“You’re not my son.” Sheriff Stilinski gritted. The Nogitsune smiled wider and broke the handcuffs, they swiveled off his wrist on to the ground. Derek, Chris Argent, and Allison all were standing close by waiting incase Plan A went awry. As if on cue, they appeared in the threshold of the door. Derek bent down on a knee changing from human to wolf form in the process. Chris and Allison were both wielding their weapon of choice. I’d been offered a gun and even a knife, but not being experienced with either, I declined. Allison attacked first, pointing a stun gun at Stiles and shooting. The point of this rendezvous was to capture not kill. Unfortunately, the Nogitsune had powers we weren’t aware of. He grabbed the prongs, even though electricity bolted through them, and whipped the weapon from her fingers. Derek attacked next without warning, so quick and agile I was sure he’d catch Stiles off guard. I was proven wrong, when Derek’s arm was twisted, then he was slammed into a nearby table, and thrown into an adjacent wall. Stiles shifted his head to me with an obscure smile, I stepped back a little frightened. Before he could make a move, Argent was in front of him with a gun pointed at him. The corner of Stiles mouth perked up before he turned to his father a fear stricken look on his face.

“Dad? Daddy? He’s going to shoot me! Don’t let him shoot me!” He cried. Argent didn’t budge saying he’d killed many supernatural creatures before, a Nogitsune would just be another. Father Stilinski drew his gun on Argent. A verbal fight broke up amongst the team. I covered my ears with my hands trying to block out everyone’s voice. It was so chaotic, and as I thought the words I knew this was his doing. He was feeding off it. Allison and I had the same thought and she spoke before I did. She yelled over them to stop, and they did just as the sunset outside. 

“This is what he wants.” She barked at them, no one lowered their firearm. 

“Not exactly.” He smirked. “I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you’re not here to kill me.“ He paused. Just as he did, the room seemed a little off. A second later, we learned why. The Oni surfaced into the room, two in front of Sheriff and Argent. And two near the entrance where Derek and Allison now stood. By accident I was in the middle of them, and to my misfortune Void Stiles sunk in with me. Sheriff Stilinksi attack first firing his weapon, Allison and Derek followed, and lastly Chris whose gun stalled delaying him. Frightened by the presence of the Oni, I didn’t even notice Stiles slip his hand into mine. Only when an Oni blade missed Allison and almost hit me, causing me to curl into Him did I realize how close we were. I peered into his eyes, looking for a trace of the trickster. But only saw Stiles’s beautiful amber eyes shining down.

“Stiles?” I asked hesitatingly and he nodded reassuringly. I smiled only to be confused when something fabric covered my mouth and a haziness washed over me. Last thing I remember was his voice low and raspy.

“Never trust a fox.”

I faded into darkness.

When I regained consciousness, I was cold. A bone chilling cold almost as if I was outside. I could tell I was laying on some sort of cushion, but I was still a bit hazy and couldn’t make out much more. Several minutes later, after the cloudiness left my brain, I saw where I was. I was laying on an old blue couch that smelt vaguely of bleach and old people. The ceiling was cement except for two grated sections off to the right. A light shined in through the small holes and I recognized it as the moonlight making sense why it was so cold.

“Morning Angel.” His voice startling me. Stiles sat on the arm of the couch, and looked at me over his shoulder with a devilish smirk. I hadn’t noticed him sitting there before, and I wasn’t entirely sure that he had been. It was dark in the cold room and I could only see him though the faint moon light coming from above.

“Stiles?” I rasped, my voice getting used to working again.

He scoffed. “Wouldn’t that be a happy ending?”

No, it was void Stiles. Suddenly, the words resurfaced in my brain. ‘Never trust a fox.’ He’d convinced me with just a look in Derek’s loft that he was Stiles. How could I have been so naive?

“Why have you brought me here?” I demanded.

“Now, Y/N.” He chuckled standing and strolling over to me. I scooted further into the couch knowing there was no way out. “I can’t give away all of my secrets. But you know Stiles has many, would you like to know some?”

“Stop.” I whispered.

“Like how he had sex with Malia Tate on this very couch.” He pointed down to the couch. The news was a blow, I’d always imagined being Stiles first. My heart sank a little at the thought.

“Stop.” I said sternly again try to stay strong.

“Or how he’s kissed Lydia before, and constantly thinks about doing it again.” Another blow to my heart.

“Stop!” I screamed.

He bent down leaning his face close to mine and smiled. “Does the thought of Stiles fucking someone else discourage you? Is it because you love him?”

Rage boiled through me, I hated the fact he could see right through me. I couldn’t control myself and I smacked the boy in front of me across the face. His head was thrown to the side from the blow. When he turned back to me, he had a cold look in his eyes. My breathing was uneven from a mixture of fear and anger. As I stared back at Him, I saw something else in his eyes. Something I hadn’t seen until now. Unexpectedly, he rammed his lips into mine. I pushed him away confused by the act. My lips tingled with the feeling of his on mine. I kept him at arms length, my hand still gripping his shirt. I couldn’t get the thought that I’d just kissed Stiles out of my head. I knew it wasn’t really Stiles, but physically it was.

“Do you know what the Nogistunes feed off on?” he whispered.

“Chaos. Pain. Strife.” I listed.

“Mainly.” he agreed. “We feed on much more. We’re all hungry, Angel.” He pushed past my failed attempt at holding him back, and leaned into my ear.

“I feed off lust and desire. Like your desire for Stiles. Or your lust for me to fuck you right here.” 

I wanted to admit his was wrong, that I didn’t want him near me. But he began to run his hand up my thigh and a current ran through my core.

“You can’t resist me.” He taunted in my ear, before ghosting his lips over my neck.

I closed my eyes and found myself urning for him. I clenched my jaw.

“S-stop.” I stuttered.

“Hm?” He hummed against my neck.

My heart was racing, I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t give in, but I couldn’t help it. His lips finally connected with my neck instantly hitting a sweet spot, making me moan. I dug my fingers into the couch, trying not enjoy this. Trying not to reach out from him, I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I had to be strong. But he withdrew from my neck, and collided his lips with mine. Without hesitation, I kissed him back. He climbed on to the couch with me his body hovering over mine, and my fingers reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled away allowing me to pull it off him. He grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped in half making me gasp, I hadn’t been wearing a bra and my boobs were instantly exposed.

“Stiles is missing out.” he grinned.

His words angered me and I pulled him into another kiss biting on his lower lip hard. This only seemed to entice him and he let a growl, he grabbed my waist rolling his hips against mine. I felt his hard bulge through his sweatpants making me realize how wet I was. He brought his hands back to my chest kneading my breast greedily. His lips met my nipples, and he nibbled on the sensitive nubs. I let out a incoherent moan, dragging my nails across his back. 

“Just fuck me.” I half begged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, we both quickly discarded our bottoms. I opened my legs allowing Stiles to aline himself. He gently held on to my waist before he rammed his length inside of me and began thrusting vigorously, pulling a hungry groan from my throat. Already I could feel a rippling inside of me, each thrust sending me closer and closer to my release.

“Faster.” I bellowed.

He smirked speeding his thrusts to an unfathomable pace roughly hitting my g-spot. My walls started to clenched around him, and I knew what was coming.

“Come.” He demanded and I did. My orgasm fueled the Nogitsune to reach his. His movements became careless and needy, and a few seconds later I felt his warm liquid fill me. 

My eyes flung open, and I shot up breathing excessively. 

“Morning, Angel.” He said indifferently. Void Stile sat on the arm of an old blue couch looking at me over his shoulder.

“Sweet dreams?” His lips curled into a dark smile.

Geno answered some questions from hockey fans for NHL.com/ru (Published date - April 7, 2017). Thank you so much @raindropcastle  for the help with the translation! 😇

- Evgeni, who is the best defensman in the NHL?

- Right now it’s Brent Burns from San Jose. He’s very effective on offense and he plays hard on defense. He’s having the best season of his career. Dominates in the team and in the league. Good shot, skating. It’s hard to play against him; he’s strong physically.

- Which NHL match do you remember most?

- There were enough of them, but probably Game 7 of the 2009 Stanley Cup Final against Detroit. There was tremendous pressure; we played on the road. The Red Wings were pressing us in the third period. Frankly, they outplayed us. But we scored fast goals in the first and second periods and held on to the lead. I remember a lot of excitement; how we wanted to win the Cup. Incredible emotions!

- Which Stanley Cup was heavier to raise - the first or the second?

- The first, because we lost the final to Detroit in 2008. It was very disappointing. Then we started the season badly. We were losing a lot of games, and changed the coach. However, we managed to reverse the situation. And we won game 7, though Detroit was slightly better. We played three lines in the third period, as Sid got injured. Our force was running out. If it went to overtime, we probably simply wouldn’t have had enough power. It was the most difficult victory. With the second Stanley Cup it was a bit easier. We led 2-0 in the series and matches developed in our favor.

- How do you measure Pittsburgh’s strengths in the fight for the Stanley Cup?

- It was a very busy season; there was the World Cup and last season we reached the Finals. We played a lot of matches in the last two years. But we have a good team, and the team’s makeup almost didn’t change. Young guys joined the team. They show a bright game, getting a lot of points. Jake Guentzel, for example. It’s a bit difficult to pronounce his name (smiles). These guys bring lots of speed. We have a good enough chance this season, if the injuries bypass us and we get a little bit of rest before the playoffs.

- Jaromir Jagr is already 45 years old, and he wants to sign a new contract with Florida. Up to what age would you like to play?

- It’s hard to guess, I’m only 30. I’d like to reach 40. Hockey is my life. And if you finish your career, it will become quite boring. But it all depends on your health. If your health allows, you can play for a long time. And if not, then don’t pull the last straw, don’t chase records and points. 

It happens, when hockey players suffer from concussions and it has lasting effects on their life after their career. People lose their memory. But I want my children to have a healthy dad. It’s important for an athlete to leave when it’s time.

- What was your favorite NHL team, before Pittsburgh chose you?

- I liked Colorado, as well as Detroit. I remember when the Russian Five was playing there, I was wearing a red cap. Then came the jacket with the emblem of Colorado. I loved Forsberg, Sakic, as well as Fedorov, Yzerman. At the time, it was difficult to follow the NHL, but I read in the newspapers about battles between those two teams in the playoffs. They even had had five on five fights. All of that was interesting to follow.

- Who is the best hockey player in the world?

- Sidney Crosby. I play with him, and I’ve seen a lot. Now there’s also Connor McDavid, a unique young hockey player. He shows tremendous hockey skill. So I’ll single out these two.

- You have two Stanley Cups. When you were with the national team did you make fun of Ovechkin?

- No, how can you say so? We respect each other. You see, the NHL and the national team are different things. And how can I gloat over Ovechkin? It would be very ugly. I understand how much he wants to win, his desire. You can’t joke about this.

- Is the gap between our hockey and Canadian hockey that big?

- Yes, there is a difference. Compare at least the number of hockey rinks here and there. But Russia has always been famous for individually strong players who played in small cities, and then reached big heights. Hockey in Canada is a tradition, it’s very widespread. Out of a thousand players, ten will be very good, and they will get through to the top. We have single breakthroughs, but there’s no such mass character. That’s what we need to develop, so young people will go for sports more and hang out in nightclubs less.

 - Do you began to play more accurately with age?

- I won’t say that my game has changed a lot, but with experience you get smarter. If you see a situation where a quick pass is the option and holding onto the puck isn’t a necessity - you’ll quickly pass it and won’t take an extra hit.

 - Do you often attend NBA and NFL matches?

- I rarely go see American football. We have a heavy schedule, and when the Steelers play at home, we’re on the road. But I love all kinds of sports. I go see NBA games if there’s time on the road. A couple of times I even went to Cleveland - it’s two hours away from Pittsburgh. We saw LeBron James the year he reached the Finals. They won the sixth match at home. Basketball is a very interesting sport. And it’s always interesting to watch how professionals work.

Top 10 real-world jobs Aizen could hold


As requested by Jyaomi. :) 


Let’s say that Aizen escaped and decided to live in the real world, Urahara-style. What sorts of jobs might he hold?


#10: Shop owner

Aizen loves to copy Urahara. Let’s not forget that the only way Aizen got his hogyoku was to steal Urahara’s version and then combine it with his own (failed) version. So I imagine a shop somewhat similar to Urahara’s suddenly showing up just down the street, with a shinier paint job and a new name.

Urahara: Sure has been a lot of inventory going missing lately.

Urahara: …

Urahara: AIZEN


#9: Magician

I mean, Aizen does have the power of perfect illusion. I don’t know how well this would pay, unless he found himself in Vegas or something, but it is certainly a job that Aizen could do very, very well.

Magician’s assistant: Uh, Sosuke? Do you have to do the “pretend to stab me while hugging me” trick in every show?

Aizen: Yes.

Aizen: Stabbing my assistant is a wonderful trick.

Aizen: The first I ever performed.

Magician’s assistant: …

Magician’s assistant: You got a super weird look on your face there.

Aizen: I have always been a magician.


#8: Wild life rehabilitator

Do you remember when the Steves showed up to help carry Aizen into Hueco Mundo? Clearly, Aizen managed to tame those menos grande and make them work for him. Although, as longtime readers know, my personal headcanon is that Tosen was the great Steve-whisperer, let’s say for the sake of this list that Aizen has some talent with wild monsters. So perhaps a wild life rehabilitator would be a good job for him.

Aizen: These lions seems supremely uninterested in my plans for world domination.

Aizen: Disappointing.


#7: Referee

“Judge” would also work - Aizen likes to sit in judgment over the squabbles of those beneath him, like when he let Tosen cut off Grimmjow’s arm. But ref is much funnier than judge, and I like to imagine Aizen in that striped uniform wrangling players.

Player: Hey! That guy just kicked me! Did you see that?

Aizen: Yes.

Aizen: It was deserved.

Player: That isn’t how reffing works!!!


#6: CEO

Especially one of those CEOs who comes in to fix a company that’s in trouble - Aizen likes power, Aizen likes ruling over people, and Aizen would have zero qualms about firing as many people as necessary.

Aizen: No one stands at the top of this company.

Jan the hiring manager: Uh, we do have shareholders.

Aizen: Not you, not me, not the gods.

Jan: ..and a board of directors…

Aizen: But the unbearable vacancy on the top floor is over.

Jan: …like, 30 other people work there…

Aizen: From now on, I will be sitting there.

Jan: Yeah, you seem like a CEO.


#5: YouTube personality

Aizen is very, very good at amassing followers of all sorts. He promised Starrk an end of his loneliness, promised Grimmjow strength, promised Nnoitra the chance to just kill a lot. And for the most part, these followers were pretty darn loyal. Aizen could market that cult personality as a YouTube star, seeming to be exactly what each follower needs.

Aizen: This video is for those whose love of vegetable-scented candles, baby cats, and royalty has thus far never been understood well enough.

cabbage-candle-kitten-queen: OMG!!!!!!


#4: Salesman

Speaking of amassing followers, Aizen is also just…really persuasive. I mean, Tosen was once a man who believed in justice and seemed to be a really good dude, and yet somehow Aizen won him over completely. Aizen won over Halibel, another decent individual, but also Zommari, who straight up hates shinigami. Add into that Aizen’s acting abilities and good looks, and I think we have the making of one very good salesman.

Aizen: This limited edition, one-of-a-kind, sparky gold nailpolish will truly make you the talk of any party.

Aizen: Admiration may be the emotion furthest from understanding, but admired you will be.

Woman: I can pick that up for 99 cents at a drugstore and yet…I really want to buy it from you.

Aizen: It’s my voice.


#3: Scientist

Aizen may have stolen some of - okay, a lot of - his inventions from Urahara, but then, Thomas Edison is famous. Aizen’s intelligence and scientific mind would definitely allow him to do this job.

Aizen: This invention will take root vegetables and turn them into demon root vegetables.

Scientist #2: …why?

Aizen: I prefer to ask, “why not?”

Scientist  #2: HOLY FUCK THAT PARSNIP IS CHEWING ON MY LEG

Aizen: Boundaries are meant to be broken.


#2: Principal

Um, I’ve seen Assassination Classroom, where Aizen’s voice actor once again plays Aizen, only this time he’s the principal of an elite school who tries to make his students as strong as possible through ridiculously contrived and complicated plots. So I know Aizen would be good at this job.

Aizen: If there is a way to make teenagers stronger that does not involve giving them an enemy to fight, I have yet to encounter it.

Teacher: Gold stars and arts programs?

Aizen: What kind of teacher are you?


#1: Personal trainer 

But if there is one job made for Aizen, it is this one. Personal trainer! A job wherein someone will put his life in Aizen’s hands, so that Aizen can make them as strong as possible. And if there is one thing that Aizen loves, it is getting to plan out and control someone else’s life.

Aizen: Here is your exercise and dietary schedule for the week.

Aizen: Please make sure, this week, that you go to bed at the specified times and that you use the alarm ringtones I have chosen for you.

Aizen: You are already 37 steps behind in my thousand-step plan.

Client: You know, I thought there would be more “do some push-ups” in this relationship and less “don’t wear blue on Tuesday.”

Aizen: Do you want to get stronger or not?

The Morrígan

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

A/N: As someone whose interest lies mainly in the fantasy genre, I thought it was finally time to play around with the Demon King… Sort of hoping to make this into a little series, sort of waiting to see how it goes  

Summary: One time, an angel fell in love with the Devil; it was absolute chaos. But it was nothing compared to the ruination created by a dance shared between a Demon King and the Queen of Phantoms.

“In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?” - Anne Rice 

If you think every love story ends with a joyous ride off into the sunset, think again. 

Some end in flames. Not the passionate kind one would expect from the burning sensation of love; but rather, the kind that blisters your skin and leaves you screaming until your lungs burst. These stories of love come from those who want to watch the world burn; the people who will stand, hand in hand, in the wisps of oranges, reds, and blue, that swirl around their bodies, and glitter in their destructive eyes. 

There’s one love story like this that would entice the Devil himself. 

And it did; because late at night, when all the little demons have gone to their beds, they beg and plead for their father to give them a story, and while the girls beg for one of a passion, the boys crave one filled with blood; and the only story their father found compromise in, was the story about a lifetime where a King of Demons extended his hand to the Queen of Phantoms. 

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one last try || lacrosse week

Author: @dylanobsessed
Prompt/request: aye !!!! this was written for @rememberstilinski && @sarcasticallystilinski‘s lacrosse week and i loved the whole concept of it so much. thanks for doing and i hope y’all enjoy the story !!
Warning: swearing and i’m pretty sure that is it 
Pairing: stiles x reader
Notes: shout out to @sincerelystiles for helping me with the little bump i came across in the story and being such a gem !!
Words: 6,585 ( i got really into this okay i’m not even sorry )

I stood there.

Watching him.

I had the lacrosse stick in my hands and my knuckles were turning white from the anticipation of eyes witnessing his body run forward and give his best efforts to make a goal but once again, fate got involved and it’s another miss. Each time it became more difficult to witness how defeated he looked after missing a shot, how he would stand in the background feeling envious of everyone on the team, and how he looked let down by his lack of skills. He tossed his helmet onto the ground which was followed by his stick and various angry words were thrown into the air.

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Welcome To The Paladins

Part 1:

When Keith woke up he had no idea where he was.
Last thing he remembered was walking down an alleyway wondering where he was going to sleep that night…
Then nothing.
He tried to move but found his hands chained to a stone wall. Keith tried to use his fire to melt the metal but found he couldn’t concentrate, whatever they had drugged him with was still in his system.
He tried to pull his tail free from his pants hoping to maybe break the metal or stone.
However he found it was also chained to the wall and could barley move it.
“What the hell is going on?!” Keith hissed to himself not expecting and answer.
“Your gonna play! Play play play.” A deranged voice came from the darkness followed by a laugh.
“Who’s there! Why am I here!” Keith demanded struggling against his reatraints.
Suddenly the figure ran towards him so that he was so close all Keith could see was a pair of brilliant blue eyes.
He jerked back in surprise hitting his head against the stone wall.
“Ouch”
“Did that hurt?” He asked as he dropped the the floor sitting cross legged staring up like a child in a class room.
Keith couldn’t help but stare.
The man, well boy really couldnt of been much older then 17. He looked deceptively skinny, with long lanky limbs.
But Keith could see compact mucles hiding beneath his tattered shirt and shorts.
However what really caught Keith’s attention was his skin.
From what Keith could see, not a single patch was free from some kind of scar.
Old beneath new, layer upon layer of pain and suffering showed on his skin.
Yet he was smiling like he couldn’t be happier.
“W-what…” Keith asked having not actually heard him.
“I asked if it hurt? How did it feel!” He asked excitedly scooting closer.
“Erm… a little sore but nothing bad.”
The boy pouted but a smile quickly returned to his face “but what does that feel like?”
Keith shrugged “I don’t know… why don’t you hit your own head if your so desperate.”
He shook his head, his long matted hair releasing a shower of dirt and bugs.
“I can’t. I don’t feel.”
Keith looked at him for a moment about to ask what he meant when the door swung open and a man with long white hair walked in. He placed a hand on the boy’s head like he was a bag and smirked down at Keith.
“So nice to see you awake, I was beginning to worry you would miss the show.”
“Show?” Keith asked glaring up at the man. He recognised him from last night. He had been following him but when Keith had turned to confront him, he was gone.
“Why yes, you and my little pet here will be putting on a very special performance.”
“Like hell I will! I’m no ones dancing monkey!” Keith yelled baring his sharp teeth.
However the man only smiled “now that’s what I want to see! Show me that famous fire of yours went you get out there!”
Keith’s eyes widened, this guy knew what he was and what he could do. Worse from the sounds of it he wanted him to fight the poor grinning boy.
“I won’t fight him, he wouldn’t last two seconds.”
The man laughed “oh I’m sure Claw here will provide you with more then a fair fight.”
Keith rose his eye brow.
“I see you doubt my pet, well they all do.” The man chuckled as he walked off leaving Claw still staring at him.
Keith looked at him with new eyes, of the guy was so confident he could last against a demon in a fight then he must be pretty powerful.
“What can you do anyway?” Keith asked only for Claw to shrug.
“This and that and this and that and this and that.” He laughed madly like what he had said was the funniest thing in the world.

The chains were suddenly released and Keith rubbed his wrists. The door in front of them opened and Claw jumped up excitedly skipping out. Keith followed him, his eyes widening at the sight of thousands of people sitting behind a electrified fence and cheering loudly.
The sandy ground was hovered in pools of fresh blood and various weapons were dotted around the place.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to a very special fight today!”
“Right… look I’ll try to go easy, then maybe we can get out of here together?” Keith whispered but Claw wasn’t listening, he was too busy playing to the crowds. Blowing kisses and waving like it was all a game to him.
It was then that Keith realised that he was completely insane.
“Because today is our very own Claws anniversary of coming here 15 long years ago!”
Keith stared in shock, if this guy had been here for that long and lived… then maybe he was more of a threat then he thought.
“Now without further ado. Let the fight begin!”
Keith barely had a chance to process the new information before Claw was jumping towards him with a knife aimed at Keith’s throat.

Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - July 28th, 2017

In honour of Emily Bett Rickards birthday this past Monday - some pics of her reading!

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them.


If Your World Falls Apart (I’d Start a Riot) by @overwatchandarrow - William comes home from school with a bruise. Felicity is not happy. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11270187

What Did You Do? by @imusuallyobsessed - Oliver comes home some day rocking a new look, and Felicity is understandably horrified. OHFAT prompt: At  odds. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11275965

Nanotechnology For Dummies by @laureningall -  Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon prompt “Out of Place.” Oliver joins Felicity on a Smoak Technology business trip to Hub City. Although Felicity is having the time of her life Oliver is out of his element. Luckily they make a good team in both business and pleasure. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11286000

South of the Equator multi-chapter by @charlinert -  A young teacher from Boston will do anything in her power to ensure that her upliftment project goes ahead, when the ground of a small farm school is threatened to be sold to a buyer who has no interest in her project. Oliver Queen, movie director of Queen Studios volunteers to do a documentary on upliftment work in a small farm town to put as much distance as possible between women, love and his broken heart. Oliver and Felicity’s paths cross 9000 miles from home, when their worlds come crashing in the heart of Southern Africa. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11568378/chapters/25990497

The Mirror in the Attic multi-chapter by @sophie1973 - When Felicity Smoak inherits a house from the late Oliver Queen, she struggles to understand why the old man would leave her his home. They are at least two generations apart, and as far as she knows, they have never met. Until she walks into the house and experiences the weirdest feeling of déjà vu, and discovers Oliver and her actually know each other very well. Just in another lifetime. - This a MUST READ!!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11331471/chapters/25363236

Time for a Story multi-chapter by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

Redemption multi-chapter by @vaelisamaza Oliver returns for being with the League after five - this story gets better and better - you should be reading this! http://archiveofourown.org/works/9107518/chapters/22278866

The Emerald Umbrella multi-chapter by @arrowgirl20 - All it took was a little rain and a emerald umbrella for Oliver and Felicity to take their relationship to the next level. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8752441/chapters/22096217

We Won by @geneshaven - The team arrive back from Lian Yu in Season 6 https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/163271067709/we-won

Defy the Odds by @dreamsofolicity - “Our chances of meeting in a city with a population of over five hundred thousand people were small to begin with but the likelihood of meeting in another country entirely are infinitesimal.” “So we defy the odds,” he said. “Yeah we do,” she agreed, finally weaving her fingers through his. “I like that.” http://archiveofourown.org/works/11057670/chapters/24655242

Savin’ Me multi-chapter by @green-arrows-of-karamel - Oliver Queen, a Bratva Kapitan with an implacable reputation, will face the greatest challenge in his violent life. A traitor looms over all what he holds dear threatening to destroy it all. The only way to unveil the faceless menace is if Oliver trust the people closest to him. In special, trusting in Felicity… a babbling hacker, who holds his heart captive. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5398910/chapters/12471932

The Love Thieves: Ludus multi-chapter by @truemyth - Section One is the most covert anti-terrorism group on the planet. Their ends are just, but their means are never simple. Just as Felicity is finding her balance as the organization’s newest operative, she is thrown off center again by the most bittersweet of demands. To stop a series of terrorist gas attacks, Oliver and Felicity must pose as married assassins and infiltrate the domain of a depraved mastermind. After all, Section One demands more than life, liberty, and loyalty: sometimes it’s your heart on the line.http://archiveofourown.org/works/11508801/chapters/25824786

Unmake the World by @quant-um-fizzx - Short, sad and beautiful Olicity story http://quant-um-fizzx.tumblr.com/post/163300255414/unmake-the-world

Somethings are Meant to Be by @pimsiepim - sequel to His Girl Wednesday which you REALLY NEED in your life. Set after Oliver returns to Star City after being missing for 3 years, it is shaping up to be just as awesome as His Girl Wednesday http://archiveofourown.org/works/7693105/chapters/17526601

Untitled by @yet-i-remain-quiet - Olicity spooning - so sweet! http://yet-i-remain-quiet.tumblr.com/post/163303811865/most-of-the-time-oliver-is-the-big-spoon-he-likes

Untitled by @lostolicityscenes - What was going on with Felicity right before she met Oliver Queen for the first time https://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/163123151551/re-airrow-episode-1x02-an-this-episode-didnt

Thursday by @someonesaidcake - There is something about the girl next door that Oliver Queen is only now noticing… Felicity is moving to college just down the road from where Oliver is a senior.  He suddenly becomes very protective of the girl next door.  Thursday night dinners might not ever be the same again. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10688658/chapters/23670255

You Had Me at Hello multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak met at a Gala and had an instant attraction but Smoak Technologies and Queen Consolidated have to work together. Can they make that sexual chemistry work and still work together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11075379

(Don’t) Let Me Go multi-chapter by @emmilynestill - Felicity told him to let her go, but even when Oliver tried, it didn’t seem to be something he was capable of. In the end, there would be nothing in the world Felicity was more grateful for. Weaving in and out of the final four episodes of Season 5 and beyond, follow Oliver and Felicity’s emotional journey back to one another, one step at a time. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11591223/chapters/26051715

Trust Me multi-chapter by @felicityollies - When a prostitute meets the perfect client, she has to remind herself that there’s no room for getting close to someone in her line of work. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8487226/chapters/22503983

Swallow My Pride by @wherethereissmoak - After Felicity is shot by the Clock King, she and Oliver run into a Russian mafia member who causes Oliver to lie and say they are engaged. This is the last straw for the girl who has been burying her feelings for him for far too long. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11606679

Breath by @oneofakindxx - Olicity Neighbours AU http://oneofakindxx.tumblr.com/post/163407718651/breath

The Donor multi-chapter by @spaztronautwriter - Felicity Smoak has always dreamed of being a mother and she isn’t going to let a little thing like men stop her from making that dream come true. Having a baby by herself might just be biting off a little more than she can chew, but one way or the other it’s about to change her whole life. LOVE THIS SO MUCH! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11099361

Killer Frost Smoak multi-chapter by @tdgal1 - Felicity is with Barry during the particle accelerator and becomes Killer Frost. How does she handle this and does she tell Oliver? http://archiveofourown.org/works/8654356/chapters/19846777

Pieces of Always multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8220479/chapters/18840356

As Easy As Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has just received tragic news when she meets Oliver, I believe there is hope, highly recommend but you will cry but not every chapter! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8035363/chapters/2254234

A Talk At The Bunker by @geneshaven - Felicity comforts Oliver https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/163427619054/a-talk-at-the-bunker

Never Far Away multi-chapter by @onceuponanolicity - When Felicity Smoak moves to Starling City and attends a new high school, she expects things to be hard on her, she is twelve after all. But then she meets new friends and life becomes easier. What isn’t so easy is growing up. Oliver Queen met Felicity when she was twelve and he treated her as nothing more than a friend, well, except for when his big brother tendencies kicked in. Until one day, something in his life changed. He looked at Felicity as she was growing up and began to realize that he didn’t want her as a friend anymore. By the time, Oliver was man enough to admit his feelings for Felicity, he went away on the Queen’s Gambit only for it to sink. Now that he has finally made it home. He has to win her back. This is a multi-chapter au fic that follows Oliver and Felicity through high school and into season 1. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11293257/chapters/25265796

Oliver’s Journal (In the Aftermath) by @geneshaven - Oliver reflects on the damage done by the island https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/163466486839/olivers-journal-in-the-aftermath

Deployed by @arrowgirl20 - Oliver’s deployed before the birth of their child and Felicity has to deal with this major life event without him. http://archiveofourown.org/works/9564125/chapters/25288686

One Last Time: Out of Place by @wetsuiton - Felicity finds herself out of place and calls on Oliver for help http://archiveofourown.org/works/11084547/chapters/25308357

Reasons: Colorful by @madhaj - Felicity and colour http://archiveofourown.org/works/11095518/chapters/25314300

Looking Through Your Eyes multi-chapter by @felicityollies - Felicity Smoak has had her world turned upside down. After an accident she’s moved to another city for rehabilitation. By chance she runs into the one and only Oliver Queen. Both of them are surprised when they find that neither is all that they seem. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8343334/chapters/19113514

Praised by Love: Of CEOs and Accidental Drugs by @walker-oliciter - Oliver and Felicity are under the influence of a drug that makes them want each other more than usual http://archiveofourown.org/works/11312679/chapters/25317660

An Eye for Poetry by @wetsuiton - Oliver and Felicity make great use of the fridge magnets that they’d originally bought for their kids to play with. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6955660/chapters/25315914

When I’m With You - Barely Breathing multi-chapter by @sentence-fragments - ARROW AU - The prodigal son returns! After five years…away, because Felicity knows he wasn’t on that island all the time, Oliver finally finds his way home. Her feelings for him are as strong as ever, but there’s something about him that isn’t quite right, and she can’t seem to figure out what it is that he’s hiding from her. (Part 3 of the ‘When I’m WIth You’-Series) http://archiveofourown.org/works/4874542/chapters/11175277

What Goes Around, Comes Around by @felicityollies - Oliver insists on teasing Felicity while he’s working out. Felicity decides she’s going to tease him in return. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11313975

A Different Life multi-chapter by @izzyface - When Felicity Smoak was 7, the FBI came looking for her father. Her mother responded by driving them across the country. Because of the kindness of stranger, Felicity’s life would change for the better in every way and she’d learn the true meaning of family. Response to the prompt “out of place” for the week 5 fic-a-thon. http://archiveofourown.org/works/11280231/chapters/25230120

Mirror Image by @geniewithwifi - Felicity Smoak has always lived with a boy on the other side of the glass. No one else could see him, even when standing right beside her looking in the mirror. Everyone thought she was crazy. So did she. Until the day she broke a mirror. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3802525

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Rise Up

Chapter Six

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 3045
Warnings: none

Song: Rainbow by Kesha


When you and Steve finally did emerge from the confines of your suite, you walked hand in hand into the common area to find an irate Loki waiting. You knew well in advance he was annoyed as the sparks and surges of his power were tangible on the air.

“I have better things to do than wait on you, (Y/N)!”

“Like what?” you asked, smile smug.

Steve snickered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ll be back after the debriefing.” His attention shifted to Loki. “Do not upset her again.”

“Or what, Captain?”

“Or I’ll make what Bruce did to you look like child’s play in comparison.”

Before things could degenerate into a testosterone fuelled pissing contest, you patted Steve’s butt, gave him a look, and sent him on his way. “Go. We’ll be fine.”

“Baby,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you with far more heat than required.

By the time he was finished you were one nip short of dragging him back to the bed with the rumpled sheets barely cooled from the last time you’d set them on fire. “Go away, Stevie.”

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~A Winter’s Ball~ (George Washington X Reader)

A/N: Merry Christmas y’all!!!!!!!!!! (time-period au) this was a fucking nightmare to write and it’s total shit… ENJOY!!!

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”This is such a bad idea…“ You sighed, watching your reflection blink back at you in the mirror with large, charcoal-coated eyelashes.

"Oh, hush, (Y/N); you look stunning!” Peggy smiled, pulling the last few curlers from your hair, leaving perfect ringlets in their wake.

“I really appreciate it, ladies, but-”

“Stop fidgeting!” Eliza scolded, poking you in the eye with the blusher-brush on accident when you went to touch your face.

“Betsy; boysenberry or cherry?” Angelica’s voice called from behind you as she dug through her bag.

“Uhm…” Eliza stood directly behind your chair and watched your reflection with a decisive look on her face, resting her chin on the top of your head once Peggy had taken the curlers out. “Cherry.” She was then tossed an extravagantly-colored lip-paint, which was applied to your lips quickly and precisely.

“Let’s see it, then!” Angelica clapped her hands excitedly as you stood up; carefully maneuvering around the small bedroom carefully as to not rip the beautiful, golden dress that Peggy had let you borrow.

“Oh my God, (Y/N)!” Eliza clasped her hands to her chest, offering a smile that resembled that of a mother watching her child go off on their first day of school. “You look… Gorgeous!”

A blush spread out over your painted face as all three girls crowded to ogle at you.

"Alright, ladies.” Angelica addressed you all, smirking. “We’re going to go in there, and meet. Some. Men.” Everyone nodded, and you followed hesitantly as Angelica and Eliza snickered to one-another.

“Then let’s go!”

God, you hated parties.

So many people, such little space, so much interaction… You were about to turn on your heels and sprint back to the bedroom before Eliza grabbed your elbow; giving you a smirk and a raised eyebrow as she pulled you down the stairs by your arm.

“Oh my God! Alex?!” As soon as Eliza stepped off the stairs, she was off – bouncing off into the crowd of chattering people. A man with a brown ponytail looked up at her voice, and broke into an ear-splitting grin at the sight of his friend.

As you scanned the crowd, your first thought was ‘rich’. Everyone here knew the Schuyler’s father in some way shape or form; either from the war, the Government, or both. Earlier, your stomach had been doing flips at the mention of what a ‘formal’ event looked like when the participants could afford to be ‘formal’ on the daily; now that you were here, your heart pounded with the thought of messing up in front of all these war-generals and secretaries and government workers and-

“Angie, please, I don’t like this. Please let me go back to-”

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If It Were Me

I did this thing—

We all know the story of Inuyasha. Well, I twisted it. I reversed the whole thing. Inuyasha is now the one who is thrust into the past. He is still half-demon. He is eighteen. His parents and brother are alive. His parents met in the 21st century so Inuyasha is only legit eighteen when he gets thrust 500 years into the past. Kagome is the one who lives in Feudal Japan. She is the keeper of the jewel. Naraku is still evil. Some things are the same. Some things are not.

Keep in mind, I wrote his years ago. I tweaked it. I tried. I’m sorry. Read it. Judge it. Whatever. 

Ladies. Let me know. It’s a chapter fic. I suck at updating them, but I like this concept so I plan to continue. Enjoy.

 My main gals: @keichanz @inunanna @lacyjaybird @adorableears7 @kags09 @inukag-4ever @artistefish @dreaming-of-the-midnight-sun

Prologue

She ran, as fast as she possibly could, as her legs grew weaker with each root she stumbled over.

“Damn it.” She hissed as another root caught her ankle. She forced herself back up, despite the pain, and continued to run as fast as her legs would carry her.

 The sound of rustling could be heard behind her. The wind whipped around her face, stinging her eyes, forcing her vision to blur. Her hair, which was once pulled back in a delicate tie, was now loose and catching on low branches. She cried out as she fell once more, but she managed to stand quickly, despite the throbbing in her legs and feet. She clutched her fist to her chest as she ran, careful not to drop the valuable item.

“You can run, but you won’t get away from me.” 

The voice carried through the trees, sending cold shivers down her spine. “I can try!” She shouted back, never looking away from the path.

The moon shone brightly above her, lighting her path to safety, or so she thought. Once the meadow could be seen before her, she jolted past the old well in the center of the clearing and made her way for the only sacred place in the forest, the Goshinboku. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing was labored and the cool air stung with each intake. She wasn’t sure if she could make it any further, but there, there the tree stood.

“I see you!” The voice cackled as she ran toward the tree.

Placing the item around her neck, she reached for her bow and notched an arrow. Standing tall, she took aim at the figure walking towards her from the shadow of the trees. “Stop!”

The figure, for a split second, stopped before proceeding once again. “Now, now, Kagome. What has you so worked up?”

“As if you don’t know, Kikyo.” She spoke through clenched teeth.

“Give me the jewel and I’ll let you go.” She said softly.

“But why? Kik—“

“Save it. Give me the jewel, Kagome.” Her voice no longer as soothing as it once was.

“Never. You’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead fingers.” Kagome released an arrow, forcing Kikyo to dodge. The priestess, once gaining back her balance, glared at her.

“I guess you leave me no choice.” The movements were to fast, Kagome had no time to dodge as Kikyo fired a sacred arrow at her, piercing her through the heart.

The arrow struck right through her chest and pinned her to the tree, causing her to become immobile. Her eyes widened at the impact and she dropped her bow with a thud. Her right hand came up to reach for Kikyo as pain, confusion and betrayal crossed her once bright, brown eyes. “Why?” Was all she could say before Kagome could no longer fight the pain and finally admitted defeat. Kagome’s eyes closed and she released a shuddering breath, and her arm fell limply to her side.

Kikyo stalked to the tree and set her bow down. Slowly, the body began to morph and soon, a man stood in place. He searched for the jewel. “There you are.” Reaching out a pale hand, the jewel shone brightly before disappearing in a blinding light. “What?!” He screamed. “Where did it go?” Composing himself, he searched again. When he could not find it, he let out a vigorous scream. “Damn bitch!” He cursed again. He turned, looking at a figure standing outside the clearing. “Kikyo, find the jewel, and do not let me down!” He shouted, disappearing in a cloud of miasma.

Kikyo walked up to Kagome. Maybe she should have killed her, but she couldn’t give Naraku the satisfaction. Instead, she placed a curse on the arrow he had fired. However, maybe that’s why the jewel vanished. “I’ll find it Kagome, and when I do, I will kill you.” She whispered.

The arrow lodged into her chest was no ordinary arrow, for the power it held pinned Kagome to the Goshinboku, placing her in a deep sleep for 50 years.

IIWM

He jolted awake, the dream felt so real. But what kind of dream was it? The faces were a blur and the voices were disoriented. “I have to stop eating before bed.” He groaned.

“Inuyasha.”  

“Hn?”

“It’s time for you to wake up.”

“Five more minutes.” Rolling over, Inuyasha tugged the covers higher over his head.

“Now, son.” Inuyasha protested when the comforter was ripped from his grasp. “You need to be at school early today. Remember, you are taking that field trip to the Higurashi Shrine.

Grumbling, the half-demon drug himself from the warm comfort of his bed. “I’ve seen that shrine a thousand times. Not to mention all the stories dad has drilled into my long term memory.” He ran a hand through his thick, silver bangs. “Can I just skip today?”

“Absolutely not. I caught you skipping school last week. You will not do it again. Or so help me Inuyasha, you will see a side of me you will not like.”

“Keh, calm down, mom.” He raised his hands in defense.

Izayoi’s eyes softened. “Good boy. Breakfast is on the table.”

Once she was out the door, Inuyasha grumbled. “She can be one scary ass woman.”

“I heard that Inuyasha!” Izayoi’s voice echoed down the hall.

Golden orbs widened at the venom behind his mother’s words. Inuyasha’s ears pinned to his head as he shut his door quickly before running to his bathroom. Pretty good hearing for a human. He stepped in the shower and let the hot water finally wake him.

As Inuyasha made his way to school, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. The wind was blowing his onyx bangs against his forehead and he scoffed. He wasn’t sure which he hated more, the fact he had to hide his youkai or the fact he was demon and half human. It wasn’t fair. He couldn’t help who he was, and damn it, humans were all very prejudice. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he approached the school gates. A large bus was waiting at the entrance and he scanned the crowd for his best friend.

“Inuyasha!” He turned his head and caught site of a young woman advancing towards him.

“Haruka.” He greeted. “You seen Ryou?”

A frown crossed her features. “What about a “Hey Haruka, nice to see you?” She crossed her arms.

“Keh.” He looked around again. “Hey Haruka, nice to see you. Now, have you seen Ryou?”

She sighed. “Yes. He’s with Michiko. They were waiting for you by the bus.” She handed him a piece of paper.

“What’s this?”

“Don’t forget our date tonight. I’m tired of you always forgetting about me.” She leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “See you at seven.” She ran off to meet up with a group of girls heading into the school, tossing a quick, “Don’t forget Yashie! This is your last chance!” over her shoulder as she ran.

He cringed. Her perfume was very overpowering and even with his concealment charm, he still had his youkai senses. “Keh.” He crumbled the paper and put it in his pocket. 

“About time.” Michiko slapped Inuyasha’s back. “Ryou was wondering if you were ever gonna get here to hold his hand on the bus.” She laughed.

Ryou sighed. “My dear Michiko, that is why I am dating you.” She scoffed and punched his shoulder. “Shall we?”

And as Ryou grabbed his wounded shoulder whined about his true love was anything but elegant, they loaded the bus and headed off towards the shrine.

Will this day ever end?

IIWM

“— any questions?” A shrine maiden, Inuyasha forgot her name, asked the group before proceeding. “Very well. If you will, please follow me to our next destination.”

Inuyasha grumbled once more as he followed the group of fellow classmates through the shrine grounds. He was tired of listening to the never ending stories of the Warring States Era. He was a half-demon, his father lived that era, who was after all a thousand year old daiyoukai. Inuyasha had heard these stories for the past eighteen years of his life.

“This is the Goshinboku: The Tree of Ages. Legend has it that an evil, but powerful priestess pinned another powerful, pure priestess to this very tree.” The maiden looked at the tree and smiled, her eyes shining with love of the story.

“Why would she do that?” A fellow classmate asked.

“Because —“ the maiden began.

“Because,” Inuyasha stepped forward. “The evil priestess wanted something the pure priestess had. Legend never states what the object was.”

“Um, yes. That is correct.” The look in the maiden’s eyes was gone. Touching the small hole that had scarred the tree from the bond priestess, she spoke. “Unfortunately the evil one never found what she was looking for. That is why we do not know what it was.” She turned to the crowd.

“Any questions?”

“Showing off again?” Michiko asked.

“This is nothing new to me. I’ve read about it, heard about it, and studied it.” Inuyasha said shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Why does your father continue to question you about the Feudal Era?”

“I’m a hanyou, he doesn’t want me to forget who I am. We live among human and youkai, only youkai are thought to be extinct. All youkai conceal themselves, just like my father, brother, and I. 

“Well, we’re glad to know who the real you is, after Michiko and myself caught you jumping ten feet into the air when we met in preschool.”

“Well, stupid. You got your kite stuck in the tallest damn tree on the playground.”

“And if it wasn’t for your constant whining, Inuyasha would have never revealed himself.”

“It was my favorite kite!” Ryou protested.

The all laughed at the memory. “Come on guys. Let’s get back to learning.” Michiko pulled the two along.

Looking back at the tree, Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest. He knew exactly what the evil priestess was looking for. She wanted the Shikon no Tama a powerful, marble-sized jewel which granted whoever possessed it with immense power. In the Feudal Era, which his father had told him, the Shikon jewel was guarded by a powerful priestess with the purest of hearts. The jewel was sought out by the most evil of youkai, in hopes of gaining the immune power the jewel promised. 

Inuyasha’s father never revealed any names of the past, for in his father’s eyes it was better left just that, the past. He told Inuyasha legends and stories since Inuyasha was born. This left Inuyasha’s imagination to run wild. Izayoi, his human mother, had met Touga twenty years ago. He had revealed himself to her, claiming her as his mate. Of course youkai were hidden behind concealment spells in modern Japan that created a glamour that masks youkai’s true appearances. Only powerful mikos could see through the glamour if they focused their powers on it. 

Inuyasha’s charm was a purple beaded rosary with white fangs every few inches apart. His father had it made especially for him when he was born. Touga’s charm was the wedding band Izayoi had engraved for him by one of the few living mikos in modern Japan. Sesshomaru, and his mate Kagura, a wind witch, wore matching wedding bands. Sesshomaru had Totosai, an elderly swords smith youkai, forge two matching wedding bands. One was Kagura’s made from a rare ruby stone with the engraved band that matched his; both made from one of Sesshomaru’s fangs. The two of them had lived through the past 500 years adapting to each century and its customs.

Inuyasha tucked the rosary back into his uniform jacket and followed the crowd. As they passed a small building, a light caught his eye. It was surrounded by a weird aura, which caught Inuyasha’s interest and he let his curiosity get the best of him. Looking to see if the mob of students or the shrine maiden would notice, he slipped into the building. It was dark, and as his eyes tried to adjust, the light appeared again, in the center of the small building was a wooden well. It looked ancient, but intriguing. He hopped down the ledge of small wooden steps and made his way closer; a piercing, blue light emitted from the bottom of the well.

“Hello? Anyone down there?” He waited for an answer, but none came.

“Inuyasha?” He snapped around. “Come on, if that woman catches you, there’s no telling what she’ll do.” Ryou looked behind him.

“Keh, I’m coming.” One more look down the well and the light was gone. He hurried to follow Ryou back into the sun light.

He looked back to the old well house, the odd aura leaving a very unsettling weight on his chest. Shaking his head lightly, he turned back quickly, jogging to meet up with his class.

IIWM

The night approached quickly, Inuyasha was lying on his bed. The eighteen year old glanced at the clock and it read five-forty-five PM. He sighed. What was that aura? The weird, blue light? His mind kept going back to the well house and that mysterious light. It was unusual, but it intrigued him more so. A knock on his door shook him from his thoughts.

“Are you going to change and head down for dinner? You’re mother was thinking about ordering out and watching a movie tonight.” 

“Actually, since it’s Friday, can I head out with Ryou and Michiko for dinner?”

Touga smiled. “Sure son. Kagura mentioned having dinner with your mother and I for some time now.”

“Your mother and I are what? Where are we going, dear?” Izayoi asked from behind her husband. 

“Call Kagura, we’ll have dinner with them tonight. Inuyasha is heading out. 

“Sounds like a date.” She kissed his cheek before turning to her son. “Inuyasha, leave that cell phone on.”

Keh.” Inuyasha bounded off his bed and raced past his parents, but not before he was wrangled into a kiss on the cheek from his mother.

Inuyasha made his way out of the house and found himself back at the Higurashi shrine. Okay, so he lied. He was not meeting anyone. He just wanted to check out that well house again. Inuyasha climbed the thousands of steps and kept to the shadows as he made his way to the shack. The aura had been faint, but it was still there. 

Opening the doors, he caught a glimpse of the same light. The sun was setting and the orange glow created a small path of illumination from the door to the well. Leaping from the stairs, he walked to the edge of the well lip. “Hello? Anyone at all in there? I saw the blue, pillar of light.” Again, he waited for an answer that never came. 

“Fine, I investigated my suspicions.” He shrugged and turned to walk away, but not before the light shot out from the darkness and wrapped around him. “What the fuck?!” He shouted.

Closing his eyes, he prepared his body for contact with the hard bottom of the well. When his body did not hit earth, he opened his eyes to see he was engulfed in a radiant, sea of blue light. He turned his head to see a silhouette of a person in the distance. He called out to the figure, only to get a faint response.

“I’ve waited so long for you, Inuyasha.”

“What?” He asked. The silhouette disappeared. “Wait! Where am — oomph!” The light vanished and he came face to face with solid ground. “What the fuck was that?” He looked up to see the sky covered in a million beautiful stars. “I must have hit my head if I can quite literally see stars.” He grumbled and prepared his legs to jump.

Once he grabbed the edge of the wooden structure, he almost fell back down when he noticed a luscious, green forest surrounding him. His feet landed on soft grass, greener than he had ever seen. 

Tokyo isn’t known for its greenery or forests and there is no way in hell you could see this many stars with all the light pollution from the city. He thought. Damn, am I even in Tokyo anymore? 

He wasn’t sure what to do, but for time being, he just began to walk. Sighting a dirt path to the left of the clearing, he made his way through the trees. He could hear an owl hooting, and crickets chirping. The air was much cleaner, Inuyasha couldn’t detect a hint of pollution. He shook his head and pinched his cheek. “Nope, it’s not a dream. I’m definitely not in a city of Tokyo anymore.”

anonymous asked:

Was beheading Ned a net gain for the Lannisters? Say he takes the black. Legally his accusations are thrown out & he would keep the oath to take no part, but Cat & Robb would still believe him & they would still be mad at the Lannisters & might have joined Stannis's cause once he & Renly proclaimed themselves. Ned's public repudiation of his accusations might have actually given credence to Stannis's letter. Ned's death caused Robb's crown & breach w/Stannis. Might have encouraged Balon too.

Right off the bat it’s important to recognise that the Lannisters are not a bloc with a single interest. It’s Cersei who wants Ned out of politics ASAP, because she knows Ned knows about her affair with Jaime. Tywin, who’s at the very least acting as though he doesn’t know of Cersei’s affair and who doesn’t have a clue about what Ned does or doesn’t know, would rather have Ned alive and kept safely hostage.

As for the rest of it, hindsight bias is powerful. At the end of AGoT and right up to the end of ACoK, the Lannisters are in some dire straits indeed, and only a sequence of absurd good luck keeps them from inglorious defeat. Going bullet points here.

  • Renly claims the throne, splits Baratheon power, and causes a major secondary conflict.
  • Renly and his massive army tool around playing tourney for the first half of ACoK.
  • Stannis sails right past King’s Landing to take on Renly.
  • Stannis tools around the Stormlands for a short but crucial chunk of time.
  • When Stannis sets sail for King’s Landing again, he’s delayed by a storm just long enough to allow Tywin’s army to arrive.
  • Balon embarks on the single worst military plan known to Westeros and attacks the North without any sort of alliance or guarantee.
  • Theon decides to attack Winterfell, and manages to capture it with some help from the author.
  • Edmure borks Robb’s plan to defeat Tywin.
  • Littlefinger instructs Lysa not to let the Vale join in on the war.

People say that the show cheats to let the bad guys win, but really, GRRM was cheating all through the first few books to make the Starks lose. The Lannisters foresaw literally none of the above coming and had literally nothing to do with any of it. Their victory is not pure luck, but they definitely got more than their share of good dice rolls.

As a result, the negative effects of executing Ned are somewhat obscured. The best summation of Lannister chances following Ned’s beheading is found in Tyrion IX, AGoT:

“How could it happen?” Ser Harys Swyft wailed again. “Ser Jaime taken, the siege broken… this is a catastrophe!”

Ser Addarn Marbrand said, “I am sure we are all grateful to you for pointing out the obvious, Ser Harys. The question is, what shall we do about it?”

“What can we do? Jaime’s host is all slaughtered or taken or put to flight, and the Starks and the Tullys sit squarely across our line of supply. We are cut off from the west! They can march on Casterly Rock if they so choose, and what’s to stop them? My lords, we are beaten. We must sue for peace.”

“Peace?” Tyrion swirled his wine thoughtfully, took a deep draft, and hurled his empty cup to the floor, where it shattered into a thousand pieces. “There’s your peace, Ser Harys. My sweet nephew broke it for good and all when he decided to ornament the Red Keep with Lord Eddard’s head. You’ll have an easier time drinking wine from that cup than you will convincing Robb Stark to make peace now. He’s winning… or hadn’t you noticed?”

They expect to lose, and they can’t make peace because Joffrey killed Ned. It’s worse than if Ned was sent to the Wall, because executing Ned on dubious treason charges and putting his head on a spike is even more extreme and merciless. It’s irretrievable. Murder, more than one person calls it. Sending Ned to the Wall would make a lot of people very cross, but it’s not quite at the same intensity of outrage. Especially given the history of Starks unjustly executed by tyrants in living memory.

Going ahead with the war, killing Ned strips them of a hostage the Lannisters really could have done with.

“Give me your support and I promise you, we will have Jaime freed and returned to us unharmed.”

“How?” Cersei demanded. “The Stark boy and his mother are not like to forget that we beheaded Lord Eddard.”

- Tyrion I, ACoK

Oops?

Long term, of course, is the factor that none of the Lannisters ever understood. Oh, Tywin plans. He marries Sansa to Tyrion and plans to rule the North that way, and then there’s the Fake Arya plan. But the North is currently making it clear they’re not having any of it.

Finally, after a nightmarish day when the column advanced a bare mile and lost a dozen horses and four men, Lord Peasebury turned against the northmen. “This march was madness. More dying every day, and for what? Some girl?”

“Ned’s girl,” said Morgan Liddle.

- The King’s Prize, ADWD

They’ll have a Stark in Winterfell again, on their terms, and they will fight whoever they have to in order to get Ned’s girl away from usurpers trying to rule through her. Between Ned’s murder and the Red Wedding, the Lannisters can’t govern the North.

Killing Ned was most definitely a net loss for the Lannisters.

Long Time: Part 1/?

Prompt: “It’s been a while.” With Loki


“All father! Loki has been spotted!” A guard ran into the feast currently being held for the royal family and their advisors and their family. Everyone stopped in complete shock at the news, well everyone but Odin and Thor.

“What!?!?” The pair stood up roaring the one word together. Odin seemed mad, Thor seemed worried, (y/n), (y/n) was relived. Loki was alive, her Loki. He was alive and well! (Y/n) fidgeted with the emerald ring on her hand as the guard stammered out his next sentence.

“Loki, we have finally spotted him my king!” The guard’s voice held less conviction and a murmur began to spread about the room.

“Father, let me go. I can bring my brother back!” Thor stood up, slamming his hand on the table. (Y/n) looked at him wide eyed. How could even think Loki would want to see him!

“No! Send me Odin, you know Loki will have the best response if I am present!” (Y/n) stood up looking at the All-father. Thor paused for only a moment, looking at me before turning back to his father.

“Father please-” Thor did his best to try and convince his father, but he had no silver tongue like Loki’s.

“Silence! Both of you come with me!” Odin stood walking out a back door. Thor scrambled over his chair to follow, while (y/n) seemed to glide. She waved her hand over her outfit enjoying the gasps she received as it changed from her gown to her battle armor, which was made of dark purples and silvers.

The group scurried quickly to where the gatekeeper was keeping as best of watch as he could. His eyes flickered between each of their faces, pausing at (y/n)’d, before settling on Odin’s.

“He was spotted on Midgard sir.” The gatekeeper stood tall and proud, his facial expressions never changing as he told his tale.

“Earth! That is my realm to protect, send me Father!” Thor was at his father’s ear in seconds, beating his hammer against his chest as if he were trying to prove something.

“Enough Thor, change into your battle armor. I want you both gone together in an hour. I will need your help with magic lady (y/n).” Odin silenced Thor with one quick hand movement before turning in his heels sharply. (Y/n) followed him, upset that Thor was coming, but she knew he would always get his way.

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“Thor, we need a plan” (Y/n) stood in front of the man, stopping him from just running after his brother at the very moment.

“I have a plan lady (y/n)!” Thor whined doing his best to side step you.

“No, you have a feeling. We let the midgardians get him and then we steal him from them” (Y/n) pushed her hands against the large man’s chest, shoving him slightly in order to make him see her way. Thor grumbled nodding. He wrapped his arm around (y/n) and flew them to a small rock out cropping in the woods.

“Now, we wait”

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“I thought you dead” (Y/n) hid behind the rock waiting. Thor had wanted to try and prove that he still had a connection with his brother, if only to himself.

“Did you mourn?” (Y/n)’s heart broke at the sound Loki’s voice. It had been years since she had gotten to touch him, and her hands were itching at the chance.

“We all did. Our father…” (Y/n) felt the tears brimming in her eyes. She had just come out of mourning, but even then she still wore her fiancé’s colors.

“Your father. He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?” Thunder rolled at this covering up the gasp that had escaped her mouth. She had refused to believe Odin when he shared Loki’s secret with her and Thor, but there was no denying it now.

“Who showed you this power? Who controls the would-be-king?” There fight raged on and (y/n) knew it would soon be over. She clung to the rock working up her courage to face Loki.

“I am a king!” Loki’s yell sent shivers done (y/n)’s spine as she transformed her outfit into her regal gown that was meant for the night after Thor’s coronation.

“You give up this poisonous dream! You come home.” (Y/n) paused closing her eyes and praying. This was all she wanted, she wanted it home.

“I don’t have it. You need the cube to bring me back, but I sent it off I know not where” Her heart broke in a thousand pieces. They needed the cube, she need him.

“You listen well brother, I…” (Y/n) crouched seeing the man flying and watching Thor going. It was her time now.

“I’m listening” Loki was facing out, his face a smirk as he made the last comment. He quickly whipped around however when he heard the crunch of (y/n)‘a foot on the ground. Loki was ready for another fight, but he wasn’t expecting the angel in front of him.

“Loki” (Y/n) did her best to hold her composure, standing tall, and not taking another step towards the man she loved.

“(Y/n)” Loki’s voice turned soft and smooth in seconds as he wrapped his arms around (y/n)‘a waist, pulling her to him.

“No Loki, don’t do this to me. Don’t charm me like the snake they think you are” (y/n) looked up and away, now that he was so close she just wanted to touch him, all of him. She craved his lips on her neck and no sooner had she thought it was he there. He kissed his way slowly, starting at her collar and moving up, slowly. Biting, nipping, sucking, his way up to her jaw and hovering just above her lips.

“It’s been a while (y/n)” Loki captured (y/n)’s eyes with his, wrapping his long fingers around her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Yes it has and it will be even longer unless you tell us where the cube is” (Y/n) untangled herself from Loki’s arms, turning away. She clasped her shaking hands together, feeling his kisses burn on her neck.

“What, so you can bring me home! I have no home!” Loki stood yelling at his beloved. This was not how he had wanted their reunion to go. He had planned on ruling the earth first, then coming to claim his love.

“Am I not enough then? Is the ring I’ve kept on my finger not enough anymore!” (Y/n) turned around in rage, her elaborate gown changing back into her battle armor as she shoved her hand at Loki’s chest.

“You, you kept it?” Loki reached out to caress (y/n)’s hand as he stared at the ring. He had been sure she would have discarded it the minute she heard of his treason.

“It has yet to leave my hand” (Y/n)’s voice softened as she watched Loki. Something was horribly wrong with him. He was worn, worse than she had ever seen, but his eyes. His eyes were a vibrant blue.

“Loki your eyes” (Y/n) gasped, pulling her hand back as she stared up at them. This was not her Loki, this could not be her Loki.

“What about them?” Loki wrapped his arms back around (y/n), pulling her back to him. He needed to distract him, and quick.

“They aren’t your normal color!” Loki chuckled, smirking down at (y/n). He had missed her so much, but now wasn’t the right time to fully indulge in that idea.

“I can change every part of me yet you are worried when my eyes change” Loki’s lips went back to (y/n)’s neck, kissing down.

“You never changed your eyes” (Y/n) mumbled feeling her body given over to Loki’s silver tongue.

“You worry too much darling, now please. It’s been far to long” Loki stopped, pulling (y/n) impossibly closer as his lips hovered inches away from hers.

“That it has” (Y/n) whispered, closing the gap between them. Their lips met in a furry of promises long forgotten and those of yet to come. Loki began to push (y/n) back, pinning her against the rock. She moaned and Loki took the opportunity to slip his tongue. God how sh had missed his silver tongue.

“Uhm, if your done fraternizing with the enemy we would like to take him into custody” Loki whipped around, seeing the man in a uniform of Stars and Stripes. He growled ready to fight, but one look from (y/n) told him that if he fought, he’d be on his own. (Y/n) pushed Loki at the man, hating the betrayal in his eyes.

“We need the cube Loki. You know this” (Y/n) mumbled as a slightly beaten up Thor stood behind her.

“I see” Loki spit hating the sight of his brother behind (y/n). He hated the thoughts that roared in his head. He hated himself.


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you’re in my chair 

Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

“Uhh, Magnus?” Alec started slowly, while eyeing up the girl that Magnus apparently knew so well. “Who is this?”

Everyone nodded in agreement, the suspense becoming too much.

“This is Aurora…my sister,”

Or the one were the gang meet Magnus’ sister.

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Magnus all but fell through the front door of the loft, completely exhausted and pissed off because of some mundane who thought it’d be fun to antagonise a demon. Keeping the demon at bay had taken a lot of magic, the familiar buzzing in his veins had begun to feel like a dull ache and his legs felt heavier than usual. It was nothing he couldn’t handle of course, he was a High Warlock after all, but after Valentine and Azazel he felt disconnected with his magic, as if it didn’t trust the body that it was in. It had been weeks since the incident and of course he’s coping but on days like this it seemed hard to keep the demons at bay. With a heavy sigh, he sat back on the couch, sad but not surprised that Alec wasn’t here with him.

After being appointed as Head of the New York Institute, Alec had been spending less nights at the loft, much to Magnus’ dismay. He misses coming home to music playing softly and a kiss warm enough to melt away any frustration from the day. He misses waking up in the morning and realising that yes this is real, this happiness isn’t temporary and god what did he ever do before this man.

Just as he went to pour himself a drink he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. Groaning, because if this is another person asking something of him then god help them, he pulls it out and immediately lights up when he sees Alec’s name on the screen.

“Alexander, I have never been happier to hear your voice,” Magnus said, sighing slightly at the end.

“Is everything alright? Are you okay?” Alec asked, concern lacing his voice.

Magnus chucked slightly, the poor boy was always worried about Magnus these days, as he says “I’m fine Alec don’t worry. I’m just a bit drained of magic but I’ll be alright once I’ve rested for a bit,”

“Yeah about that…think you’ll be fine within the next hour?”

“I should be, why?”

“Well, Izzy was complaining because she hasn’t seen you in like a week, honestly she’s so dramatic, and then realised that it’s been ages since she’s seen Simon and then she realised that Maia hasn’t had the chance to spend time with all of us together yet so long story short Izzy’s invited everyone round the loft for a “family gathering” as she put it.” Alec replied out of breath.

Magnus rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a small smile. Izzy had that effect on people.

“I’ll get the drinks ready.”

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Out Of My Mind [Part 3]

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Void x Stiles

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2,075

**Hello my lovelies, this will be the final part! Part One, Part Two are here! Enjoy!**

Originally posted by stydialovin


I wake up panting, my body covered in a cold sweat and Stiles tightens his arms around me.

           “What’s wrong?” He murmurs against me and I try to answer, but can’t. I can feel the darkness descending around us and it feels like it’s choking me. He runs his hands through my hair, a gesture that should have been comforting, but it feels wrong. Tainted. Stiles nuzzles his lips against my neck as he whispers softly to me and I flinch.    

           What do you want, Void. I shove the thought at him like it’s full of poison and he tightens his hold on me.

           How do you always know when it’s me? He wonders back and the tone of his thoughts feels different from the usual arrogance he’s plagued the pack with.

           Because you feel wrong.

           Don’t say that. He thinks to me quietly, running his fingers softly over my cheeks, a strange feeling coming across the link and I grimace.

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Royalty Mess: Part One

author’s note: I’m such a sucker for royalty and Shawn but I won’t be making Shawn as a Prince here just for reasons, sorry. Feedback is very welcomed x

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Prologue


”Don’t be silly,” another non-grateful glance from my mother was sent straight to my face, ”you can be eighteen but it doesn’t mean you can go outside by yourself to meet your loving boyfriend.”

”And he is still not allowed to come to the palace, how equal is that?” Madness took over me again, trying to explain the Queen herself that I deserve some normal lad’s rights too. ”People don’t know that we are a thing, isn’t that already enough to go incognito and be myself who I am already?” I sighed.

”You’re a Princess, my darling. We do have to be careful what we are doing and saying, not just loose in and go with the flow,” her sigh was louder and more angrier than before. ”Also, in my opinion, but I don’t know  your father’s, you should break up with him - it’s not going to work out like that way. Come on, look at your nephew Harold, what happened with him and this girl Hannah - kinda hurtful, wasn’t it?”

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Harry Styles - Rich Girl Imagine

[Thank you to you and your friend! Enjoy and I AM SO SORRY IT’S BEEN LIKE A YEAR. I’M A FAILURE!]

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