i just made this because i am in love with the blurry effect

Yuuri took pity of how hard it was for Victor to process everything right then.

He explained gently:

“You’re my husband, we’re getting married.”

“How…” Victor began weakly and gulped. “Oh my god, how did I do that?”

Victor coming off painkillers after a bump on the head. He doesn’t recognise Yuuri and asks who the angel in his room is.  Silly, fluff one-shot.

Inspired of course by that video of a man not recognizing his wife while coming round from his surgery, and the many, many fic prompts that has generated.

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Couples Tag (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Request from anon: “Could I request an imagine where the reader joins Grayson in one of his videos, maybe a girlfriend tag or something? Ethan’s in it too somehow as well xx“
Word Count: 1,416
Warnings: None.
A/N: I had such a difficult time writing this just because I just couldn’t figure out how to squeeze in Ethan without making him the third wheel 😂  But I got it! Hope you enjoy xxx

“What’s up guys! Welcome back to another video!” Grayson started, smile wide on his face as the camera in front of the three of you started recording.

“We’re joined here by Grayson’s lovely lady, Y/N. Say hello.” Ethan continued and they both turned to you. You blushed, waving a hello to the camera.

Grayson smiled softly at your shyness, turning back to the camera as Ethan laughed.

“Today we’re going to be doing a… Kind of a Couples tag,” Gray explained. “So basically, Ethan is gonna ask us questions about each other, Y/N and I will be writing the answers down on these small whiteboards. The one who gets the answer wrong is gonna get something dumped on their head by Ethan. If you get it right, you get a point.”

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“It wasn’t just one person that you ruined, but three”-JA

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Note: I know this is the first time in a long time since I’ve posted and I’m really sorry. But my GCSE’s start next week and I’m kins freaking out. Also I know i have Dan Howell and Phil Lester requests to do, but please bear with me. I was also having Jeff feels and wanted to write this, hope you like it!!

Imagine: When finding out what really happend the night of the crash, you end up losing control and telling everyone yours and Jeff’s newest and happiest secret

Pairing: Jeff x Reader

Word Count: 1979

Warning: lots of talk about Jeffs death and the car accident

“Y/N, it was the first day that you walked into school without him by your side. That’s when it really it me, the true consequences of that night. You see I thought Sheri had called the police, I thought that it was all alright and sorted, I thought everything was OK. But what I didn’t think about is the loss you have suffered, and that will stay with me for the rest of my life. Well, I guess, my short life.” Hannah’s voice echoed through your ears

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anonymous asked:

NIF IM SO GLAD YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Okay so I always see fluff about Ignis taking care of his sick s/o, but what if Ignis got sick? And maybe he hides it from his friends and s/o until something happens and he can't hide it anymore? And Iggy has to be taken care of for once?? Love you and your writing, Nif, you're a gem ❤

A Near Miss

Ignis x Reader
Word Count: 1,602

Uhhh I hope this is alright, it got super sUUUUPER angsty as I was writing it and then I tried to inject it with fluff. So hopefully you like it! I was gonna wait to write something until tomorrow but I’m still sick at the moment so this prompt called to me, haha.

Ignis was not well. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud—no, there was too much to do, too much ground to cover, and not enough time in the day. The stinger of a killer wasp had grazed his ankle, not enough to knock him off his feet, but enough that the poison had slowly started to seep into his blood stream, making him weaker and weaker with each step.

He’d used the last of the potions on Noctis, who’d needed it more than he did, and so he suffered in silence as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his forehead. He wiped it away with the back of his glove and pressed on.

You eyed him curiously. It wasn’t like Ignis to be so quiet. He normally couldn’t help but chastise the others for one thing or another, or toss in a quip or two while they made their way back to camp.

You could see the blue haze of the campground coming into view. Out of the corner of your eye, Ignis stumbled.

“Iggy?” You turned to face him fully, and he looked awful. His skin was so pale, and a layer of sweat coated his body, and you could hear his teeth chattering as it cooled on his skin. You weren’t ten feet from camp when he collapsed to the ground, his breath coming in short pants.

You ran over to his side and rolled him over so that his head was in your hands. His eyes were fluttering shut, and you were in an absolute panic.

“Guys!” you screamed frantically. The others turned to you, alarm written across their faces as they rushed over. “Noctis, do something!”

“We have potions back at camp,” he said hurriedly. “Prompto, c’mon!” The two of them dashed away towards the tent to get the emergency supply of potions from the cooler. Gladio kneeled down to be eye level with you.

“Here, let me take him.”

“B-but,” you stammered, tears falling from your eyes. “What if we move him and something goes wrong?”

Gladio placed a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to stop you from shaking. “We need to get him back to camp where it’s safe. We need to see what happened and what’s wrong with him, and for us to do that, you need to let me take him back to the tent. Okay?”

You looked down at Ignis’ face, his pulse slowing under your fingertips. He looked ghastly, and his skin was starting to turn an unhealthy shade of white. You bit back a sob and nodded. “Okay.”

Ignis wasn’t a short man, so you couldn’t help but briefly marvel at how easily Gladio scooped him up in his arms. He carried him with ease back to the campsite just as Noctis and Prompto charged back with several potions in hand. Prompto cracked one open just to get the healing process started, and Noctis helped you to your feet.

“C’mon,” he urged you forward. “He’s gonna need your help.”

You nodded and followed him back up the small hill to the tent, where Gladio had laid him down on top of his bedroll. You crawled over to his side and placed a hand on his cheek.

The potion that Prompto had administered was already helping, thankfully, but he still looked so pale. You took another potion from his hands and tilted the bottle to his lips, leaning his head up so that he could drink it a little easier. It took a few minutes for the magic to take effect, but soon he was asleep, his breathing back to normal.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Prompto asked nervously, wringing his wrists out of habit. You sighed, but gave a nod.

“Yeah. I think so.” You glanced at your friends, who all looked anxiously down at Ignis, wondering what happened. “You guys should eat something. We have some Cup Noodles left. I’ll stay here and check for his injuries and wait until he wakes up.”

The others eyed each other, but quietly agreed and exited the tent. You sat cross-legged at Ignis’ side, stroking your fingers gently through his hair. You weren’t sure what happened—he seemed fine earlier in the day. You’d had to deal with some MTs, a spiracorn or two, but nothing too taxing.

But then you remembered the killer wasps that you’d had the misfortune of angering earlier, and immediately went into a panic. Had Ignis been poisoned?

You tried to look him over for injuries, or any tears to his clothing. You made it down to his leg, where a small tear near the hem of his pants revealed the answer. You lifted it up and saw a long, thin scar, healed over from the potions, where the tip of a wasp’s stinger had ripped open his skin.

You felt yourself getting angry, unable to comprehend why he wouldn’t just tell you or ask for help. You shuffled back to his side, hands folded in your lap. You hastily wiped at the tears pricking the corners of your eyes and waited for him to wake up.

It was maybe an hour later that he finally stirred. The others were still out by the campfire, knowing better than to intrude on the two of you when they knew something was wrong. Ignis woke to the sound of you quietly crying, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes to try and get yourself to stop.


You lifted your face from your hands, your vision a little blurry. “Iggy?”

He sat up on his elbows and groaned before lying back down. “Am I dead?”

You wanted to smack him. You wanted to scream, wanted to haul him up to his feet and pound on his chest for scaring you like that. But instead, all you could do was cry.

“My dear,” he reached a hand out to graze your forearm. “What’s the matter? Please don’t cry, everything will be alright.”

“Iggy,” you sniffled between breaths. “I almost lost you. And you didn’t say anything to anyone. What if we hadn’t gotten back to camp in time, huh? What if you just dropped dead in the middle of the woods in my arms and that was just…it?” You shook your head, looking skyward. “What were you thinking?”

He was quiet. He hadn’t thought of that—calculating, precise, strategical Ignis, hadn’t thought of what would have happened had he actually succumbed to the poison. Hadn’t thought of what you would have gone through if he had died without an explanation, didn’t realize the mistake he had made by staying silent.

Ignis brought his hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek. “My love,” he said, barely above a whisper. His voice shook and his fingers trembled. “I’m so sorry.”

His words broke your resolve and you sank down beside him, crying into his shoulder as you curled against his side. He brought his arms around you and held you tightly against him, stroking your back until your breathing slowed.

You wiped your face hastily with your sleeves. “Don’t ever do that again,” you grumbled, smacking his chest lightly. “Next time you need help, or need someone to take care of you, please just tell me. I love you so much, I don’t want to lose you.”

Ignis nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, my dearest. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Good,” you pulled him closer, hugging his lean torso. “Because next time you almost die on me, I’ll kill you.”

He laughed, the sweet sound filling your ears. It was such a relief to hear the sound as it filled the tent, warming your heart as you gazed up at him. The colour was back in his cheeks, and he looked like his usual self again.

You cupped his face in your hands and brought your lips to his, rolling halfway on top of him to get a better angle so you could deepen the kiss. Ignis’ hands came up to card through your hair, his leg sliding between your thighs. You were about to slide your hands underneath his shirt to gently claw at his abdomen when—


You practically jumped off of Ignis as Noctis cleared his throat from the entrance of the tent. You pretended to cough, and Ignis smiled lazily from his spot on the ground.

“You look like someone’s feeling better,” Noctis commented as you brought a hand to your face, hiding the blush that dusted your cheeks.

“Better than ever,” Ignis confirmed, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “I daresay I’m ready to engage in physical activity.”

Noctis rolled his eyes. “I don’t wanna know.” He swiftly exited the tent, and you swatted at Ignis’ arm. He couldn’t help but laugh, dragging you closer again.

“Now, where were we?”

“Nuh-uh,” you wagged your finger in his face. “You’re not fully healed yet. And I am not having sex with you in this tent with those nosy bastards outside listening in on us.”

Ignis merely shrugged, pecking you on the cheek. “Unfinished business always provides the most lucrative rewards in any case.”

You chuckled and helped him stand up. “Come on, handsome,” you said, leading him out of the tent. “Let’s get you something to eat. And don’t say what I know you’re going to say.”

Ignis shook his head at the innuendo, but couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as you laced your fingers with his and led him outside into the cool evening air.

Ok folks, here’s the thing: now that I finished ME:A I can freely sail the tags on Tumbr and there’s one tag that needs serious improvements: Sloane Kelly.   She’s one of my favourite characters in this new story-line so here’s a long post about her that probably nobody asked for.

 As I was playing I literally went from ‘ugh, this wacko, ruthless character’ that I couldn’t be bothered with to a character so complex and real it completely blew my mind. And I am both angry and so pleased with the way the game treats her on one side, and frustrated with the crap the fandom throws at her. K, so buckle up for some long character analysis. Spoilers ahead:

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Goodbye. (Seungcheol Ficlet) [A]

THIS ANON REQUESTED THIS AND I A SEUNGCHEOL BIASED WAS BASICALLY KILLING MYSELF TOO. OMG SO OKAY. It took me a lot of guts before i posted this just so you know guys I am so NERVOUS mainly bcsI don’t want to ruin this blog reputation for writing good goods (shameless may it seem but i am a fan of the admins too so lol hahahaha) I’M SO SORRY BECAUSE THIS IS REALLY SHITTY AND this is just my second time posting a scenario (and it’s mah baby seungcheol again lol) and and and fck really i’m just really nervous and rlly not confident abt this so anw.

I was scrolling through the request box and I saw this and was feeling angst-y that night so why not try is what i thought. this is really short tho. (I’M SORRY) I wanted to post something as a thank you for you guys heh we love you~

Thanks to Admin Kate for editing this one and adding a lot of those dramatic shts that i really can’t express.Thank you btch love u ♥ And also the [words like these] are lyrics from I.O.I’s Downpour, credits yes. so here you go~~ i’m sorry for the grammar mistakes and my shtty writings.

-Admin Kenvy

Warnings: contains death and shitty writing..

“I’m sick of this Cheol.” You stare at him with damp eyes, biting your lips to restrain the salty tears from falling, you had already rehearsed a lot of times and successfully handled your emotions right, but the actual thing was a lot worse than what you had expected.

“No, no, Y/N please.” He begs, holding your hands tightly as he quietly sobs in your lap. You can’t help but feel your heart squeeze in pain. It was so hard to see him in this state but you needed to, as much as you want to not see him hurting, this was the only way now. He needs to let you go. He has to, or it’ll be even more harder for you to leave.

“Stop crying.” You cooed, reaching out your hand to wipe away his tears, smiling widely at him to cheer him up, silently taking his features all in. Ah, this is man I love.

He took your hand, staring at it longingly before he kissed the back of it, eyes shit as he breathed you in, he chokes on his tears, your vision became blurry at the sight. It was and always will be his favorite thing to do, kissing the back of your hand while looking at you getting all red and flustered was one of those things he loved about you. He loved the fact he had that effect on you. He treated you like a princess, he gave you everything but with the way things were now, you just didn’t deserve any of it.

“I’m tired Cheollie, can you sing me a song?” You propped yourself back under the sheets, just like those days when you have a bad day, his singing will always turn it upside down.

He tried to smile at you, and composed himself for the last time, he sniffs quietly, but resumes to clear is throat, almost too painfully.

You’ll miss him so much. You’ll miss his lovely almond eyes that always seem to take you to a newfound galaxy. Every day was an endless adventure.

I wish things wouldn’t end this way, if I knew I was going to be erased from this world then I would’ve never have dreamed of meeting you. But, I’m glad I did. You made me happy, you made me feel loved. The world didn’t seem so cruel the minute I laid my eyes on you.

[Please stay, I can’t be alone without you, yet.]

The beautiful words and tunes that always would always leave his pretty lips, he had your whole heart in his hands, the whole world.

[I keep yearning for you.]

You’ll miss loving him, you’ll miss every bit of him, you’ll miss the gummy smile that always shined so bright, you’ll miss his kisses. You’ll miss everything about him.

[I will never lose our many happy memories in the rain…]

I won’t forget the day we first met, I won’t forget the day we made amends, the day you told me you loved me, will never be forgotten. I’ll continue to love you even afterlife.

With one last look, one last smile, and one last breath you finally said goodbye.

[Goodbye to us.]

The second you close your eyes, he felt his whole world crumble down. No, please no.

Please don’t take away the most important person in my life, don’t take her away, I love her. Why are you doing this to me? God, answer me. Why?

The heart monitor fell flat, and the tears just kept on coming.

She’s gone.

He held your limp body in his arms as he held on to you tightly, sobbing loudly he hid no embarrassment.

The nurses stood and watched quietly, things like this were frequent. They knew he still needed some time.

“Y/N, no..” he sniffed, “Baby, please. Wake up.” He cried and cried. As he pulled your body closer, a sheer white paper came tumbling down from the sheets, in which he looked at curiously, he cautiously picked it up and when he saw the familiar handwriting, his stomach flipped. He hastily read the paper, his heart dropping as he read every word.

I hope you don’t regret falling in love with me, because falling in love with you is the best thing that has ever happened in my whole life. Didn’t I tell you that you’d be the only one I’d love ‘til my last breath? I kept my promise.

Lost In Translation (OT9)

Description: You recently moved in next door to 9 guys. You have befriended Jongin & Yixing but don’t really know the others yet. One morning you wake up in the wrong place and everything starts to change.

Requested: No

Genre: Starts out with fluff, angst and smut to come later

Pairing: Probably everyone x Reader

Author Note: The first couple of chapters set up the background and general storyline, then the pairings and smut will ensue, promise!

Word Count: full fic currently at 38k

Originally posted by damnitsehun

Chapter One & Two  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21

Chapter 1 - A State of Confusion

Chapter 2 - Arrival

Bliss, you were feeling utter bliss. You didn’t remember ever feeling this comfortable, when the hell did your bed become a cloud? You didn’t care and you sure as hell weren’t moving for anyone. There was no possible reason for you to leave the complete and utter comfort you were feeling. You hadn’t been this comfortable in months, not since…well not since you left home. Suddenly your heavenly comfort was interrupted… something was trying to move you. ‘Hmph’ you groaned 'Go away, I’m sooo comfy’ The light shaking got more forceful but you figured if you didn’t yield it would go away. Then the poking started. 'WHAT?!’ You woke up with a start. You sleepily glared at the eyes that were shocked, amused and as usual, confused at your outburst.

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You Can’t Run!

Request from @velveteen-teens: The plot: After trying to outrun the lost boys y/n ends up at a cliffs edge where they state “we’re on an island!? Well you could’ve atleast told me that before I started to run”  Knowing they won’t get off the island by force or by running, y/n decides it’d be better to  cooperate and play Pan from the inside

Note: Hope this is okay! Sorry for the delay in posting this <3

Peter Pan x Reader

Words: 1,338

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Originally posted by enchanted-forests

You were running the fastest you had ever done in your life. Your heart was pounding inside of your chest, threatening to break out at any given moment, while your legs pumped themselves as much as they possibly could. The dense vegetation around you was making it more and more difficult to get a good distance away from those who were currently chasing you and even caused you to lose your footing a couple of times.

You had no idea where you were or how you had even come to be here but what you do know is that you needed to find a way out of here. There had to be a town or something nearby.

“You can’t run from us forever!”

The voice that called out so menacingly behind you was the first one you had heard when you’d found yourself washed up on some kind of beach, surrounded by a group of young boys, and although you hadn’t been able to see any of their faces due to the nasty side effect of the sea water burning at your eyes you knew from the get-go that they weren’t going to friendly at all. The tone they used in their words was more than enough to confirm that to you….so you ran. You knocked the nearest to you over as hard as you could before running rather blindly into the dense forest.

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[Ask RPedia] Anxious About My Writing: Help?

Anonymous asked: I know this is normal for writers and that there isn’t a real solution but I’m gonna ask anyway: Any advice on how to stop feeling insecure about what/how I write?

Oh man, this is gonna sound like such an asshole move, but my favorite way to help myself is to write to spite everyone else. Seriously. Write like you hate everyone else in the world. Write like they mean fucking nothing to you. Write because they’re gonna get what you write, and they’re gonna like it, if they know what’s good for them. Write to make that mental editor representing the ‘them’ in your head mad as hell.

It’s always energized me to flippantly declare to myself that if people don’t like something I like, they can go fuck themselves in some fancy new way, because I’m busy writing and I don’t see them getting off their ass! They’re reading anyways ain’t they? Then they god damn don’t have anything better to do than let me shove words, and ideas, and mental pictures into their heads rapidly. Them complaining? Hah, you mean leaving impassioned responses because I hit a nerve. I CONTROL them. 𝕀 𝔸𝕄 𝔸𝕊 𝔸 𝔾𝕆𝔻.

…ahem. There’s other things to think about. I just, really like getting pumped about that concept because getting pumped makes it really awesome. Lemme uh… lemme try talking about … other things… next. Instead of declaring my godhood, wow, that is so ‘famous last words’ material for a character to say.

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Imagine not wanting to tell your fiancé Jamie that you were injured on the job

(A/N: For @samanthaofanarchy . I hope you enjoy this. Sorry, it took me so long but I made it extra long for you and for making everyone wait for so long. Expect a Sonny request in the next few days to make up for the all the long breaks. I hope you all enjoy!) 

Imagine not wanting to tell your fiancé Jamie that you were injured on the job

“Come here…” You shouted after your fleeing suspect.

Your suspect then quickly turned and slashed at you thoughtlessly.

You jumped back automatically and missed it by inches. You stumbled slightly on the rocky surface. You looked up after milliseconds of getting your bearings, you looked up only to find your knife wielding suspects coming for you once again. You delivered a swift punch that caused him to back up but it was momentary, he came at you again but you blocked his hand quickly holding it above your heads and struggled violently for a few seconds. He pushed hard and so did you in defence. He let out what sounded like a growl before kicking your legs causing you to stumble again.

And this time when you looked up you didn’t have time to dodge the knife. It slammed into your torso and ripped your skin.

“Son of a bitch,” You cried as you clutched your side as he retracted the knife.

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done chasing ;;

Summary: How do you chase after someone who’s chasing someone else? 

Word Count: 3,192

Tags: Bridgette/Felix ; Identity Reveal

ao3 won’t post this right now; will add link later.


There was never a doubt Bridgette loved Felix.

She loved him more than anything; he had been kind to her when no one else had, made her feel welcomed and to an extent, loved. She wanted nothing more than to return the favor; let him know he was wanted, had someone he could depend on.

Sure, she came on strong but Bridgette wasn’t one to back down easily.

Not when he rejected her offer to go to the park; or the library; or the music festival; or the café down the street. Not when she got doused with water from that puddle; when she burned her tongue on the tea she had gotten to impress him.

She kept going on; telling herself that it was all worth it if he ever said yes. And Bridgette believed he would; as long as there was even a chance he’d say yes to her - just once, if only to get her out of his hair - she would keep charging on.

That’s what she did; leapt into action and let her heart guide her.

So why was she hiding behind a column, listening to her mind for once?

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Cursed Tattoo (Chapter One)

Alfred sat on his living room couch, playing a shooting game on low volume. It wasn’t the same without the sound effects, but Ivan had reminded him that Alaska was sleeping in the next room and that if he wanted to keep her asleep, he best mute it. However, Alfred just couldn’t bring himself to plain old mute it, so he turned the volume to the lowest it would go and hoped for the best. So far so good, am I right? But at that moment, his phone went off.

Quickly he launched his right hand at the phone and positioned it against his ear after pressing the answer button.

“H-hey,” Hiccuping noises resonated from the phone, in between each word and sometimes syllables, “Hey, Alfre’. Iz me, Arrrrrthur. I need - I need ya te pick me up.”

“Arthur, it’s only ten thirty. Are you drunk?” Alfred asked, even though he knew the answer. His slightly older best friend - Alfred at twenty seven, Arthur at thirty - was constantly going to the bar. More often than not he got himself shitfaced within a few hours and needed Alfred to pick him up.

“A lil.” Arthur slurred back, static making its way through the phone.

Alfred sighed. He didn’t mind picking Arthur up at whatever pub he was being an asshole at. The real problem was that Ivan didn’t like Alfred leaving in the middle of the night so often. The white-haired male described it as “juvenile” and “irresponsible”. Alfred loved Ivan, and he loved Arthur in a different but still relevant way, but he was starting to agree with his husband. What if there was an emergency and he wasn’t there to help his family?

“Alright.” Alfred sighed, letting himself get killed in his game one last time. He set down his controller and let the screen fade into disuse as he collected his keys, shrugged on his bomber jacket, and asked Arthur through the phone, “Where you at?”

“Alfred?” A differently accented voice asked dangerously from behind the blond. He slowly swiveled to face his husband, Ivan.

“I’m just going to pick him up, he needs me to -” Alfred immediately launched into a hurried explanation, holding the phone a bit away from his mouth so that Arthur couldn’t pick up the conversation about to unfold.

“You cannot keep doing this, dorogoy. It’s stressful for you and it upsets Alaska when she wakes up and you’re not there.” Ivan cut off Alfred and explained patiently.

Alfred rubbed his brow, “But he’s relying on me! He’s my best friend!”

“And we’re your family and I love you. I’m sorry Alfred -” Alfred’s blood ran cold, “but you can’t keep doing this.”

“Y-You’re right.” Alfred rubbed his soulmate mark on the left side of his ribcage. The words that would shatter his world one day.

Everyone was born with a tattoo that started out blurry. As a person aged the tattoo would become more clear and reveal a dreadful thing: the last thing a person’s soulmate would say to them before said soulmate would die. Alfred’s only said ‘I’m sorry, Alfred’. Every time he heard that phrase, his mind froze up in panic.

Some said that the soulmate marks were a curse; to only know who you were meant to be with after it’s too late is a terrible thing. Others thought it gave a sense of closure, like watching a walk through of a game after navigating the entire thing on your own. Alfred just knew he wanted to go a long, long time before hearing those words uttered by Ivan.

Because Ivan was his soulmate, obviously. They fit together so well. Sure, they fought hard and horrible at times but they always made up in the end! And the passion that the Russian gave Alfred was unmatched. The two were married and had a beautiful daughter named Alaska. Why wouldn’t they be soulmates?

They wouldn’t know until the end, but Alfred was sure of himself and his choices.

“Please, Alfred? You can’t do this forever.” Alfred sighed and brought the phone up to his ear.

“Arthur?” Alfred said, checking if his friend was even still on the line.

“Hrg?” Arthur replied intelligently.

“I can’t pick you up when you get drunk anymore. It’s putting strain on Ivan and Alaska. Can you find someone else?” Alfred knew if his friend even begged a little bit, he would come running, Ivan’s temper be damned.

There was a long pause from the other end. Alfred could hear jovial talking and clinking from Arthur’s surroundings. Finally, he responded, “Yeah.” He still sounded a bit drunk, but the shocking turn of events had partially woken him from his drunken stupor. When was the last time Alfred hadn’t been there for Arthur?

“Good. Okay, get home safe Artie. Goodnight.” Alfred said, relief washing through his bones that Arthur didn’t seem mad.

“I’m sorry, Alfred.”

The words themselves sounded apologetic and a bit pitiful, but all they did was make Alfred’s heart stop. The beeping of the phone, signaling that Arthur hung up, beat against Alfred’s eardrums.

Alfred dropped the phone. It shattered, a nice screen ruined. In the back of his mind there was a whine of loss over the death of a smartphone, but Arthur’s words bouncing around in his brain didn’t exactly leave room for much else. Alfred glanced over at Ivan in horror and some semblance of organization returned to his brain.

‘Ivan is your soulmate,’ Alfred reminded himself. 'Arthur is just your friend who you’re worrying about too much.’

A tiny bit of his mind was still frantic, but Alfred silenced it by striding forward and pushing his lips against Ivan’s. Ivan responded with his own motions, his fingertips cold against Alfred’s hands. They pulled apart after nearly a minute.

“Are you okay?” Ivan asked in his thick accent that Alfred always found hot.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Alfred smiled as convincingly as he could. Ivan saw through the masquerade but let it go. If Alfred didn’t want to talk, Ivan wouldn’t make him.

“Alright, if you say so.”

The next morning, Alfred was sleeping in his large bed, snuggled up next to Ivan under the covers, when Alaska came bouncing into their room and woke them up.

“Daddy! Papa! Daddy! Papa! Daddy! Papa!” She yelled happily, pushing at her dads and trying to climb up onto the mattress. When she succeeded, she simply started jumping- sometimes landing on a body part instead of a blanket.

“Alright, honey, we’re up,” Alfred said, sitting forwards and steadying the toddler on the bed in front of him. “Papa is up too. Right, Papa?” He nudged Ivan, who was trying to avoid opening his eyes.

“Da, dorogoy.” Ivan smiled and blinked his eyes open sleepily, the eyelashes trailing along. “I am awake.”

“Great. Now breakfast time!” Alfred scooped up little Alaska and set her on the floor, allowing her to race downstairs. Ivan rolled out of bed and followed, but Alfred allowed himself to check his phone first.

And what he saw was not good. Fifteen missed calls, ten of which were from Matthew, his twin brother. He clicked on the voicemail that was sent first, the least recent one.

'Oh, oh my god, Al! Answer your goddamn phone! I know it’s late but shouldn’t you be up or something? Arthur’s in the hospital, he was in a crash! Did you let him drive home alone? Oh my god, oh hang on, a nurse is coming, I don’t know why I’m here apparently I’m the second emergency contact after y -“ The message cut out and Alfred assumed Matthew hung up on him to talk to the nurse. His heart was pounding, racing, and his tattoo was burning all of a sudden. He didn’t even need to go to the hospital, he just knew.

Arthur was dead. And he had been Alfred’s soulmate.


Well that’s it! I’ll probably continue this to include how Ivan and Alfred try to adapt. Hope that if you made it this far you enjoyed it, I had a ton of fun writing it!

#45 [Adam Cole]

Requested, #45: “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.” from here.

@superkixbaybay @hiitsmecharlie @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @valeonmars @bulletbaybay

It was day four of being medicated to treat a nasty case of bronchitis. While the z-pack of antibiotics hadn’t yielded any side effects, the codeine cough syrup certainly had. For some reason, that particular medicine was causing your sleep time to become, you guessed, what an acid trip felt like.

The first night you’d found yourself dream-working in an underground department store, where sharks and fishes shopped as though they were humans, and paid in seashells.

A nap had yielded a very vivid experience of being a horse-back jumping champion, where you were apparently Russian, and almost disqualified from the Olympics for using a certain type of hand lotion which was banned.

The second night brought you the vision of going for a midnight snack in your house, only to open the fridge to the pickles putting on a cabaret-type show. Dream-you had applauded them and closed the fridge as their curtain call.

After that, you’d taken a break from the medicine. While the dreams had been funny to recall, you didn’t like waking up feeling confused and still as sick as before.

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Watching Extremis for the first time

(Spoilers below)

-Who’s narrating?

-If you serve as executioners to everything… then you execute flies and mosquitoes and stuff like that?

-”The destruction of a Time Lord–”

-Holy shit the Daleks are actually an impressive race, they killed a ton of those Time Lords that are supposedly so hard to kill



-”I didn’t expect you.”
 Well then who’d you expect, some other Time Lord who miraculously survived the Time War?

-Ah, gotta love them Daleks with their gossipy mouths, spreading rumors everywhere.

Why is his suit so worn. I’m concerned.

-”They can’t know I’m blind, Missy. no one can know.”





-”Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me live.”

-*phone notification jingle*


Do all these people have fevers or is the weather just really hot??

-So I’m guessing he uses the shades to aid his vision now?

-Well, as long as he’s not completely in the black I’m fine

-”ve arrrre to com heerre dirrectly frrom the vaticaan”

-The pope???

-what is going on????!?!?!?

-”Pope Benedict. Lovely girl. What a night. I knew she was trouble, but she wove a spell with her castanets.“

-”The Pope doesn’t zoom round the world in the Popemobile, surprising people.“

-I am so confused and worried right now

I was kinda losing focus while reading the transcript of this episode and then BOOM, SUICIDE PICTURE FLASHES, WTF

-”Assume nothing. Assumption makes an ass out of you.”

-”I thought you’d moved out from here?
 “Yeah, slightly didn’t work out. Second attempt on the way.”

-”I don’t like knowing their names. I only get attached.”

-”Of course not. I have very strict rules about men.“
 “Probably not as strict as mine.”

-”Oh, I’m sorry. Here’s me thinking that she dragged some poor, terrified man home.“
 Poor lady doesn’t know what’s going on, but talk about getting out of a tight spot.

-My favorite scene in the episode so far omg

-Ah yes, Bill’s house pipes that always go VWOOOORP VWOOOOORP.

-”Well, whatever this is, and actually it’s not anything yet, it is absolutely nothing to feel guilty about.”

Gotta love how them popes come with a pre-installed church organ sound effect

-I only understood one word that sounded like “Doctor”.

“You’re all going to hell.”

-I love Bill omfg

-”Pope Benedict said that you were more in need of confession than any man breathing. But when the offer was made, you replied it would take too much time. On behalf of the Catholic Church, the offer stands. You seem like a man with regret on his mind.“

-Well, that went down in a bad way…

The very fancy scifi watch hidden under the very fancy fantasy-ish robes

The Doctor suspects Darth Sidious is up to something.

-Nope, nevermind, that was Nardole.



-”Warning: I have full permission to kick your arse.”

-”Because I don’t like being worried about. Around me, people should be worried about themselves.“
“Yeah, shall I tell you the real reason?“
"Because the moment you tell Bill, it becomes real. And then you might actually have to deal with it.”

-This episode is about as religious as Doctor Who gets, in my opinion.


-We all know who this looks like

-The library of Blasphemy, huh?
That’s quite some Hogwarts stuff there.

-”Harry Potter!”

-"The layout is designed to confuse the uninitiated.”
"Sort of like religion, really.”
I can confirm this true, for reasons.
"You happy in those shades? Not dark enough for you?”
“In darkness, we are revealed.
Bill: When did he get so emo?

-”Well, take a few more minutes if you like. Knock yourself out. Actually do. Do that. Knock yourself right out.”

That’s one great big hood you got there. But pray tell, how do you see what’s in front of you?

-well shit

-”Without hope. Without witness. Without reward.“

-”You’d be wizard at writing Christmas crackers, you two.”

-I thought Christmas crackers were paper sausages with confetti inside them?

Alright, where’s the orange portal?

oHh my GOD


-”I think there’s someone in there.”
"Yeah, we are very slightly getting that.”


-”Hey, there’s wifi down here!”
 “Of course there’s wifi. It’s a library.“

-”Reading chair with a safety belt?”

-Apologies if I seem to be taking too many quotes directly from the episode(s), but I just love the Series 10 dialogue okay


-”Because you’re sending us into the dark, after a man with a gun.“
 Not as dangerous if said man is dead…

-WEll Nardole got a little weird there

-Bill: *voice cracks* “nARdOLE”

-Nardole: *sees hand* *voice goes up by two octaves* “HIEWIEW”

That’s a pretty gun, but it wouldn’t do much damage in battle.

-”It would be stupid to go and look.” *goes to look*






the flipping kind of videogame portal hub is this

Meanwhile, in another part of the world, aliens freak out as a bald head pops outta nowhere from the wall of their living room.

-”Cardinal, it worked. I can see.”

-”Not well enough, not yet.”

-”The thing about the universe is, whatever you need, you can always borrow, as long as you pay it back. I just borrowed from my future. I get a few minutes of proper eyesight, but I lose something. Maybe all my future regenerations will be blind. Maybe I won’t regenerate ever again. Maybe I’ll drop dead in twenty minutes.”

-”You know, I’ve read a lot of books that this chair would be quite useful for. Moby Dick. Honestly, shut up, and get to the whale.“


-”This is not a game.”
 “This is a game.”

-Why is that CERN scientist so excited, and more importantly, why does he seem drunk and why is everyone in the cafeteria so gloomy?


Reading a legendary script on Microsoft Word.

-(On an unrelated note, I was saving these screenshots and naming them as each alphabet. The one right above happens to be Z.)

-(Could be some other text program but that’s what I think)

-So the screen was getting blurry not because the BBC didn’t want us to commit suicide but because the Doctor was going blind again



Don’t you dare tell me the whole first half of Series 6 was set in a fake world or virtual reality or something like that

-Were those white things all portals to a virtual world

-At least Bill and Nardole got out safely.

-”Are you okay?”
 “nOOO - Yes. NooO

“Could be the Doctor.”

-Let’s hope not

-Let’s really, really hope not.

-”They’re projecting everything.”


-But what if??

-What if our lives are really just holograms

-(I went on Omegle to get a stranger to think of a random number, but ended up answering questions about English)

-(This one person was asking “what does ‘single out’ mean”)

-”You know, like the holodeck on Star Trek, or a really posh VR without a headset. Through there, those places, that’s basically Grand Theft Auto.”

-More and more references each episode, huh, BBC?

I uh… happened to pause here so…

-”Please don’t let me be right.”

-Oh shizzles




-WHAT THE EFF??????!??!?!

Why did the blood change color?

-’Total communication blackout at the White House’? hat happened?

-Did all the people in the White House commit suicide and how did the Doctor come here?

-Ah, the portal yes…

-cold fraggling shizzles…..

-”The Veritas tells of an evil demon who wants to conquer the world. But to do it, he needs to learn about it first. So he creates a shadow world, a world for him to practise conquering, full of shadow people who think they’re real.”


The screen ‘popped’ a bit here - it shook a little as if it zoomed slighly in then back out very quickly, accompanied by a tapping sound as if someone had knocked (into) it. Not sure if others saw this too or if it’s something with the site that I’m watching this on.

-Okay, I’m watching the Doctor explain this shit to Bill, and I’m having about as much of a crisis as Bill here

-And then the Super Mario mention though

-Please don’t tell me the past six episodes were holograms

-”A puppet Doctor for you to practice killing.”

-The Doctor Puppet account was worried about that line, yes

-Was that the email he got at the beginning of the episode??

wHOA chill please

At least the last six episodes weren’t all fake.

-Then when did the hologram-reality start?

-”It means I’m a scary, handsome genius from space and I’m telling you no, she’s not out of your league.”

-”I have the feeling that we’re going to be very busy. Call her tonight.“

-I hope Bill actually gets a girlfriend sometime this season

o i   g e t   o f f


*insert relatable quote about Monday mornings*

Some fast fingerwork there… NO I DID NOT INTEND TO SOUND LIKE THAT

-The guy is becoming uneasier by the second

-I don’t like the whirring sound??

-How are they gonna move her to the box in the middle of the water

It ends here?!

-Oh yeah right… They’re supposed to be a three-parter. Followed by another three-parter to finish off the season.

-Welp, looking forward to the next episode and possibly a lot more things to freak out over!

pottersglasses  asked:

Omg! Number 32 on the blurbs

A/N: FINALLY.  Combined this with another prompt and finally did the memory loss fic I wanted to do xD  I hope this is fulfilling.

@liiilyevans; @ginsharry here it is!!

Side note this is #60 in Fresh Pickled Toad! (written, not in the chronological order)

Also available on FF and Ao3!


Slimy.  He feels slimy.  And cold.

Plus his nose itches.

Assuming the last complaint will be the easiest to remedy, he lifts his arm to scratch said nose only to be confronted with a face full of tentacle.  Slimy, cold tentacle.  At least that explains things.

Or not.

Last he remembers he didn’t have tentacles, but to be fair he doesn’t remember much other than at some point in the past he wasn’t slimy and cold.

His rather pointless internal monologue grinds to a halt when an airy voice calls out from his bedside. “He’s awake.  I think.  I made sure the Wrackspurts are taken care of – quite a detriment to the healing process.”

Another woman’s voice, familiar if unidentified at the moment, sounds tight but loving, close to his head.  “Oh Harry, I can’t leave you alone for a day.” Harry?

The airy voice again, “I have to say the fault likely rests with me.”

Before the second woman can respond again, and he – Harry apparently – really wants her to for whatever reason, but there’s lots of talking all at once and his stiff bed is being jostled from the room with too many voices to count let alone understand.  The gauzy fabric over his eyes is frustrating enough but made worse when the second voice, the loving one cuts through the din desperately, “Just be ok Harry.  Please,” and Harry can’t see her, let alone answer beyond tilting his head in what he thinks is her direction.

He thinks she says she loves him but air whooshes by – likely the broad doors that separate treatment rooms from the general population – and he can’t be sure.

It feels like ages and no time at all when he wakes again, eyes still covered, but only with a cool flannel instead of stifling gauze.  The scratchy blanket and sheets are tucked around him so tightly he can’t tell if the tentacles are still there.  This thought gives him pause – maybe he’s meant to have tentacles.

He doesn’t have much time to entertain the thought because the flannel is removed and he’s blinking away the bright light, faced with a tense, freckled face framed by fiery red locks, mussed and slipping from her ponytail.  She worries her lip, “Do you know who you are?”

Harry frowns, “I don’t know what I am.”

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Us Against the World

Summary: Reader is a muggleborn Slytherin that becomes friends with Newt.  Newt meets Leta and doesn’t realize that Leta bullies the reader because of her heritage. I will say that Newt is a little OOC, but I couldn’t help it >.> (This is so bad and also my first attempt at any fanfic so don’t kill me….please leave tips of how I can better my writing! Thanks)

Warning: Some mention of torture: Crucio is used, as well as beating.

Originally posted by preshfinn

“Y/N! Wait up!”  You turn around to see your best friend stumbling through the hallways, face flushed as he tried to catch up with you.  With his Hufflepuff tie askew, he stopped in front of you to regain his breath. 

“Come on Newt! We’re going to be late to potions, and you know the Professor hates it when I’m late!” you scold as you fix his tie. 

“Thanks Y/N” he says blushing as you rush to the classroom. You both take your seat in the middle expectantly waiting for the Professor to start his lecture.  

“Good morning class.  Today we will begin working on Dreamless Drought with assigned partners. The list of partners are on my desk, take a look and sit with them.  The potion is on page 254. You may begin.” The Professor disdainfully looked at the students. “Remember - switching partners is not permitted.” With that he took a seat behind his desk watched the students carefully.  

You went up to scan the list looking for your name as well as Newt’s. And that was when a perfectly good day ended up going downhill. 

Y/N L/N - Melissa Bones
Newt Scamander - Leta Lestrange 

Melissa was a nice enough girl, a Ravenclaw that didn’t care whether you were a Muggleborn or a Slytherin seeing that you were one of the few that actually took studying seriously.  The only problem was Leta. The girl that only existed to make your life a living hell. 

First Year:

You walk into the common room, excited to meet those who were ambitious and cunning enough to make it into the prestigious house of Salazar Slytherin. 

“Hello, my name is Y/N nice to meet you all.” you introduce yourself to a group of girls.  The ring leader stood up and asked one question that would determine the rest of your Hogwarts life: 

“Leta Lestrange. Parents muggle or pure?”

You nervously glance up to the slightly taller girl. “Well both of my parents are muggles, but they thought it was amazing that I got into such a distinguished school.” 

“Just as I thought” she sneered, “you’re nothing but a filthy mudblood.  Mudbloods have no place here.”

For years to come, you would be harassed by your peers. By Slytherins because you were a mudblood and by the rest of the school because you were a Slytherin. Then you met Newt.  He was your bright light at Hogwarts. The one that didn’t really know what was going on, but was there for you regardless. You had run into him while hiding in the hippogriff stall, trying to hide from your classmates, and taking comfort in the majestic beasts that stood tall and proud. You had seen Newt before in some of your class, never really noticing, but the day he happened upon you was the day your friendship started. “H-h-hello, my n-name is Newt.” As time went on he eventually got over his adorable stutter to speak in confidence around you. 

You snap back to reality as you realize your other classmates want to see who they were paired up with.  As soon as Little-Miss-Pureblood saw who she was partnered with, she gave a nasty smirk that promised to take the one good thing away from you. 

Melissa set up the the cauldron as you gathered the ingredients walking past Leta’s attempt at flirting with Newt. Anger clouded your mind because Newt didn’t deserve to be dragged into her schemes.  Normally you would struggle with picking ingredients, but the one good thing that came from your anger was awareness.  You walk back to the potion Melissa was monitoring and simmered with it, as you watched Leta whisper in Newt’s ear. Naturally your group finished the potion first, allowing for the two of you to leave early. You decided to go the library, seeing that both you and Newt had a free period after Potions and usually went to the library to relax.  

Engrossed in a large book about the social customs of centaurs, you were startled by Newt excitedly placing his book bag next to you, radiating  enthusiasm.  “Y/N, you never told me Leta was interested in magical creatures as well! She’s so smart and pretty and-”

You blocked off his praises of Leta to force the tears trying to escape your eye back in. You had always had a crush on the shy, sensitive Hufflepuff, and this hurt more than anything you had felt before.  “Newt, I don’t think you should hang around with her.” you interrupt, not looking him in the eyes.

“W-w-what do you mean? Am I not good enough for her?” 

Your heart broke to hear his insecurity about himself but you pressed on. “No I just don’t think it’s a good idea to hang around with her. If anything you’re too good for her. Besides, it has always been the two of us against the world right?”

Then things began to escalate. This was the first time you had seen Newt angry- and it was at you. “So I can’t have any other friends besides you? Is that what you’re saying?”

“NO! I just don’t think you should be friends with her. She’s evil and a bully. She bullies me

“Don’t be horrible Y/N! Just because you don’t want me to be friends with her doesn’t mean you have to lie. Besides you can’t decide who I can be friends with and who I can’t be!”

With that he snatched his things and stormed away.  You sigh and put your head down, your eyes watering as you realize you may have lost your one friend at Hogwarts.  

That night as you went to your dorm, Leta stopped you.  “Awww is the little mudblood sad that her pathetic Hufflepuff is mad at her? Just when I thought you couldn’t be anymore pitiful you surprise me.”

You decided to walk away, knowing any violence you did would be turned against you no matter what. You do, however, create a shield around yourself just in case someone tried anything when your back was turned. Sure enough, a spell went ricocheting back, hitting the wall. You turn and smirk, your mask fully in place as you climb up the stairs. “I might be a pitiful little mudblood Leta, but I’m sure it’s better than being an inbred cow that is getting lower grades than this pitiful mudblood.” You disappear into your room, mask shattering as you relieve the day’s events. 

The next day Newt didn’t even look at you, instead preferring to sit with Leta in all of your classes. You decided to skip lunch, unable to deal with seeing Newt and Leta. 

You sit under an oak tree, soaking in sun as you started on your homework.  It was a rare moment of peace, seeing that everyone was at lunch, so being productive was easy.  

The bell rang signalling the end of lunch.  You sigh and pack your things, ready to go to Charms, one of the few classes you didn’t have with Newt, but did have with Leta.  All through out the class Leta had been give you glances that spelled revenge for the comments made the other night.  She had the motto that no one made a fool out of her, she made a fool out of everyone else. You ignored her and went on practicing the charms assigned to you. When the class finally ended, you packed quickly, ready to leave your last class of the day.  You ran through the hallways, always looking behind to make sure no one was following you.  When you finally reached your deserted corridor, you relaxed.  

“Hem hem”

You whip around to see Leta and her little gang of cowards blocking the entrance. 

“Do you know how much a dear you little Hufflepuff is mudblood? He gave away all of your little secrets for the sake of a little kiss. Could you believe it? I mean, how feeble-minded can you get?” 

“Don’t you dare talk about him like that you-you-little good for nothing-”

“Now I believe that you might want to rethink your next words dear mudblood.  You see, I think you’ve been getting too relaxed around us and I think we need to teach you a lesson.” 

Newt had been walking to your secret corridor to apologize for yelling, and to see if you would accept him back, even though he had kissed Leta Lestrange.  He reached the corridor and saw you cornered by Leta and her friends.  Catching the end of the conversation he turned deathly pale, frozen with shock. 


You made a whimper but other than that you didn’t make a sound. The feeling pain filled your soul, but you were use to it. You were use to the feeling of intense agony by fourth year.  

Leta ended the spell and turned to her minions. “Have at her boys.”

The rest of the Slytherins beat you, causing your crimson blood to stain the floor.  They soon left, which was the thing Newt needed to unfreeze and run towards you. “Y/N! Y/N please!” 

You lift your head and saw the blurry figure of your best friend, your love.  With a sigh you closed your eyes and gave into the blackness you had been fighting.

When you woke, you realized you were in the Room of Requirement, something Newt and yourself had discovered in your 2nd year. You raised your head and saw Newt consulting some medical books the room had given him.  

“Y/N! Y-y-you’re awake! I would have taken you to the H-h-hospital Wing, but this was c-c-closer so I thought that it would be b-better to clean you up, and then take you there.”

“No Hospital Wing” you groan as you get up. 

“W-w-what? These injuries are serious Y/N! You need to go there!”

“Just give me my wand Scamander. Please.” 

Just as you thought, the sound of his last name coming from your mouth, jolted him into obeying you. He numbly gave you your wand, and you began casting spells that would reset your bones and clean the blood off of your face.

“Tergo. Episkey.” 

You wince as the spells take effect, but the routine was normal to you. 

Newt watched in sorrow as he started to realize why you were so good at healing spells.  “H-how long has this been g-going on?”

“Since my 1st year” you respond blandly. 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me before?” he asked, hurt. 

“I didn’t want to worry you.  And besides its not as if you believed me anyways.”

“I’m so so sorry, Y/N.” He looked me in the eyes, his filled with anguish and yours blocked, mask in place. 

You didn’t respond, but allowed Newt to take you to his dorm, so you wouldn’t have to go back to Slytherin. 

The two of you never spoke about what happened, afterwards, but slowly, your heart couldn’t let you not be friends with Newt. Your friendship gradually built up, and when Newt got himself expelled you got yourself expelled as well to go with him, and it was once more the two of you against the world. 

A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Six

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.

Link on Ao3

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five


The night was over and dawn was approaching by the time Kaden and Eleana stumbled home from their night of dancing.

They were both giggling fools from the whiskey. The crowns adorning their heads were crooked and the only thing that had stopped Eleana from falling over every five feet was Kaden’s strong form at her side.

She looked at him as they approached the road that split into the two different directions they would be taking to get home. His cheeks were stained pink from the bitter cold and he had a wide smile plastered on his face. His arm was steadily around her waist as they both walked away from the precious moments they had shared at the bonfire.

They hadn’t kissed, not in a way that mattered, but Eleana didn’t mind. She would wait years if she had to – years because all she wanted to do was kiss this man in front of her.

“It seems this is where we are going to part.” He cut through their laughs.

He was right. From here you could see her house and if you looked in the opposite direction you would see the path that took you to the tents.

“I had a lovely – I have had a lovely night, Kaden.” She slurred.

After she had found their crowns and convinced Kaden to keep the one intended for him they danced for a while away from everybody else. He held her close and she touched his wings and ran her hands down his marred back but eventually they once again joined the merry group of Illyrians dancing the night away. They had more to drink, as unwise as it might’ve been, and twirled around until their laughter was as loud as the music and they had forgotten their own names.

Eleana didn’t want it to be over.

Kaden leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek and bid her farewell. He walked backwards away from her – he wanted to see that she got home safely – and she waved from her doorstep until he was out of eyeshot.

She stayed leaning against the door. That was until her father opened it and she went tumbling down.

She cackled from their entry way and looked up at her father.

“Helllooooo!” She chirped.

“Eleana! Where have you been?”

Rhys crouched down and picked his daughter up off the ground.

“Nowhere, everywhere, I am transcendent.” She answered him with a drunken giggle.

Rhys rolled his eyes and held onto her as he dragged her inside and out of the cold. He had no idea where she had gotten an outfit like that but it certainly wasn’t appropriate in weather like this.

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“Am I Supposed To Be Scared of You?” Carl Grimes x Reader Imagine

Prompt: You keep reliving the lineup incident and Carl, your boyfriend, tries to show you that there is light even in the darkest places.

Word Count: 1831

Warnings: Swearing, Gore, Violence, Vomit, Angst

The sky was dark; it seemed as if the world was always dark, even in the daytime. You lay in bed staring at the ceiling, still unable to process the tragedy that occurred last night. Carl was resting next to you. You knew he wasn’t sleeping, but rather was restlessly moving from one position to another. He turned to a position where he was facing towards you. You felt his eyes staring at you, but you didn’t want to look at him.

“You haven’t spoken a word in almost 24 hours, (Y/N). Will you please just look at me?” Carl pleaded with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

Helpless. You’ve never felt helpless until now. Everything was so wrong and broken. Your heart broke as Carl said those words, but you couldn’t find the ability to move. It all just kept replaying over and over and over again.


One moment you were walking with the group, trying to get Maggie to the Hilltop, and the next firm hands were gripping your arms and forcefully throwing you onto dirt and gravel. Rocks dug into your knees to a point where you thought they were going to start to bleed. You looked at Carl, who was sitting next to you, and he simply nodded at you; you knew that this meant that everything would be okay. The group has survived so much; what is another bump in the road?

Your thoughts were interrupted when Glenn, Rosita, Michonne, and Daryl were thrown out of the back of a van and into the u-shaped line that you were all set up in. You looked over to Rick and you sunk into your heels; your leader, your father-like figure, your group’s strength looked absolutely petrified. Carl noticed that you were getting more nervous with every passing second and he placed his hand over yours.

“Well, lets meet the man himself,” said the man who threw you on the ground.

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Baby Boy//Josh Dun

Requested: Can you do a pregnancy imagine w josh? Like all the way from telling him you’re pregnant to labour day?:)

Note: This was seriously too cute of a request so I had to do it for both J and Ty, thank you anon. You’re the reason why my heart is a pool on the floor. Hope ye enjoy!


               “Oh my god.” You whispered, smiling down at the small stick in front of you. Checking the instructions you felt tears fall down your cheeks. One line = not pregnant, two lines = pregnant.

               Two lines. Two lines symbolizing that there was a small bean growing inside of you, a small bean that you and Josh had made—together. God the hormones knew how to make you seem overly attached, and kind of psychotic. Putting your hands over your stomach you smiled widely; you were going to be a mommy. Hiding the test in the garbage you walked out of the bathroom, walking out to the livingroom to plan on how you were going to tell Josh about the little miracle inside of you. It had to be special.

               It wasn’t until later that night, when you were silently nibbling on crackers and listening to Josh snap at someone on the phone when the thought dawned on you—what if he doesn’t want to be a father? It wasn’t like the two of you were trying for a baby, like the idea had been thrown around. All the plans had been talked about after the wedding, which the two of you were trying to plan despite Josh’s hectic schedule. Biting your lip and looking down at the ring on your finger you held in a sigh; maybe you could wait a little bit to tell him. He can’t be mad, right?

               Your anxiety about the topic resulted in awkward silences and dead-end one sentence answers from you; which added to Josh’s already growing stress. Which caused him to get frustrated with you, therefore raising your anxiety which could not be healthy for the baby at all. This of course stressed you out, and it wasn’t until 3 days later that you finally snapped. You sat crying in the bathtub, the showerhead still pouring warm water over your hunched figure.

               You had just walked out from a fight with Josh, one where he accused you of sleeping around, and lying to him because of how you had been acting. Of course you could never do such a thing, so you let it spill.

               “What has gotten into you? I try having any sort of conversation and you fucking shut it down!” Josh snapped, voice raised more than you had heard it in the 3 years the two of you had been together. “Are you fucking someone else? Because if you are please give me that fucking ring back, this engagement is off!” He slammed his hand down on the counter in frustration, it looked like it hurt; you wanted to rush to his side and make sure he hadn’t caused any damage but you were frozen in place. You dared not to speak a word in fear of making the situation worse—although your silence did the same effect. Josh was angry and wanted answers, and you were anxious and couldn’t speak.

               “I’m carrying a baby, it’s yours. Believe me or not I am probably 3 months along with your baby.” You voice was barely above a whisper. You wondered if Josh had even heard you, considering you barely heard yourself. “I’m sorry but I can’t bring myself to kill something so innocent because someone deems it “at the wrong time” or “an inconvenience”. Leave if you want to but I’m having this child.” Through tears you saw Josh’s blurry face turn soft, and shocked. The regret carved in his features broke you, it hurt you to levels you couldn’t describe. You sat and let him scream, let him get all these ideas because you couldn’t bear to speak truth. “I’m going to shower.” You sobbed before rushing upstairs, ignoring Josh’s pleas. The way he spoke your name broke your heart even more.

               “Y/N, please.” It had to have been the 10th time Josh had whispered this exact sentence through the door, since you began showering he had been sitting outside. Waiting for you to allow him inside the bathroom. Yes, the door may have been unlocked, but he dared not to intrude. “I want to talk. Please.” His voice broke at the end of his sentence, causing your sobs to grow louder and harder. You were shaking as the water ran cold—how long had you been in here? Suddenly you heard the door swing open, and felt a pair of warm arms cradle your cold body. Josh had crawled into the tub beside you and pressed his face into your neck. Shielding you from the cold water with his back.

               He had came into a freezing cold shower, fully clothed just to make sure you were okay. The thought caused you to sob once again—except the emotion behind the tears changed. Suddenly you were filled with love.

               “Don’t cry, don’t blame yourself please.” He whispered. “I love you, I love him or her, please just don’t go. I know you weren’t expecting it and neither was I but I want to be a dad. I want to cuddle them to sleep, buy them cute outfits, take cute selfies with them. I want it.” That was all it took for everything to become so much more real.


               “I’m nervous.” You whispered, the two of you were currently sitting in the waiting room, today was your first ultrasound, and some bloodwork and other tests. For some reason, you felt yourself nervous throughout the day. “I don’t know why. It’s just..weird. We’re going to see our baby.” You smiled up at Josh who was sitting beside you, smiling at the thought.

               “I know, I’ve been nervous since the day you told me you were pregnant.” He laughed, followed by a nurse walking in and calling your name.

               “So I’ll lead you back here to do the bloodwork; then we’ll get daddy back for the ultrasound.” She smiled, leading you into a room with a big chair in it. You bit your lip, bloodwork had never been your thing. But if it meant keeping your little baby healthy then so be it. This calming thought lasted all of 2 minutes when the lab technician came in, causing your leg to bounce in fear.

               “Nervous?” She asked giving you a caring look before preparing the stuff she would need. “It’s really not bad, how about we talk about the baby. How far along are you?” She asked, putting the tourniquet on your arm.

               “I’m just over 5 and a half months. A little late for an ultrasound people are telling me, well everyone except the doctor.” You shrugged, apologizing soon after realizing the lady was feeling for veins.

               “It’s no worry, you’re doing great. So what are you guys hoping for?” She asked, you looked at the other side of the room before responding.

               “I don’t have much for preference, as long as my little one is healthy that’s all I want. I think my fiancé wants a girl though. Seeing him with our friend’s baby girl is adorable, he loves her so much.” You smiled, remembering the time Josh had eagerly offered to babysit. Watching him cuddle up with the little toddler (who proclaimed her love for her “Uncle J!!” repeatedly that day. Saying hanging out with the two of you was the most fun she had ever had).

               “Well you’re all done, and I hope you get a healthy little one, and if everything works out a baby girl.” She smiled, putting a cotton ball over your arm.

               “You’re done? I didn’t feel a thing.” You commented in awe, looking at her with wide eyes.

               “I’ve learned that when pregnant women start talking about the baby that they don’t tend to focus on the poke.” She smiled, taping the cotton ball on and leading you to another room, where Josh was sitting in the corner on his phone.

               After a few minutes of waiting, and whispered talks about shopping for baby stuff afterward; another lady came in. She had pressed some weird looking wand across your stomach, moving it around until a steady thumping filled the room; looking at Josh with tears in your eyes you smiled. That was your baby, it’s little heartbeat.

               “Sounds like a healthy heartbeat. Are you ready to see your little one?” Both of you nodded eagerly, fingers intertwining as another wand was placed over your stomach; this time showing a black and white picture of a little mutant-looking thing. Your mutant looking thing. “The doctors orders say that you would like to know the sex, is that correct?” When the two of you nodded, the woman leaned in. Looking intently at the screen before letting a small sigh out. “I can’t seem to tell the sex, I’ll be right back.” She left the room, grabbing another ultrasound technician, who said the same thing.

               “I’m sorry, the baby isn’t in a position where we can see the sex characteristics. If you still want to know, talk to your doctor and he can probably set up another appointment.” The two of you nodded, a little disappointed that you didn’t get the answer to the magic question.

               “Hey, Y/N.” Josh whispered that night, as the two of you lay in silence. “Would it be bad to say I don’t want to know the sex anymore? I feel like it would be a good surprise.”          

               “But how are we supposed to prepare the nursery and buy clothes? Wouldn’t we need to know.” For some reason the idea of not knowing gave you a little anxiety.

               “Not all clothes have to be gender specific, we can buy that stuff after our little one gets here.” After about 5 minutes of reassurance, you felt alright with the idea of not knowing the sex until your baby was born. Some things are better left a surprise.


               “I don’t like this!” You screamed, throwing the piece of paper your doctor had given you on the table. “What is a birthing plan even? I don’t know what I’ll want when I get there. If I need pain medication, give me a little bit. If I need a C-section for the babies safety then so be it! I am 8 and a half months pregnant, I don’t want to think about this!” For some odd reason you were beyond frustrated with the idea of a birthing plan. Your doctor had said it was a way for you to plan everything a little bit before the birth happened, but your little one using your kidneys as a punching bag last night kept you awake. Which meant you were hormonal, tired and grumpy.

               “Take it one step at a time, okay?” Josh spoke in a soft tone, approaching you in the way one would approach a rabid dog. “The first thing we need to address is do you want to delivery vaginally or C-section?”      

               “If I don’t need a C-section I don’t want one.” You snarled, still frustrated with it.

               “Okay, what if something goes wrong during labour?”

               “Then an emergency c-section is fine.”

               “See, we just got through the first one. It wasn’t that bad was it?” You wanted to be mad at Josh for making you do a stupid paper you had no intentions of doing; but the smile he had and how cute he looked with his crinkly eyes made that impossible.


               “Come on baby, my back hurts and these stupid Braxton hicks are getting annoying.” You mumbled, looking in the mirror at your gigantic baby bump. So far it had been 3 days since your due date came and went; and your baby was taking its old sweet time getting here. Though the near constant Braxton hicks was a good sign, right?

               “Hey Y/N, is it okay if I steal Josh?” You heard Tyler ask, walking into the bathroom where you stood when you felt your body completely tense. “Did you just pee yourself…?” Tyler asked, slightly disgusted with the sight in front of him, before it clicked. “Oh god your water broke. I’m not stealing Josh.” He mumbled quickly before making a mad dash downstairs, frantically screaming at Josh about the “traumatizing” sight he just witnessed.

               “It’s time?” Josh yelled, running at full speed up the stairs as you stood in shock, the puddle around your feet growing. When you only looked at him in shock, followed by the pain of another early contraction he nodded to himself, grabbing a baggy sweater and pajama pants for you to change into. “I’m going to grab the baby bag, our bags and get the car ready; okay? If you need any help call me or even traumatized little Tyler—he’s my best friend so he’s kind of obligated to help you. Even if you’re spraying water all over the floor like a water hose.” If it weren’t for the pain of the contraction, you could’ve sworn you would’ve flipped your pregnant shit on Josh for his last comment.


               “God I hate you.” You growled, squeezing your eyes closed as pain shot through you. You had requested medications, but the doctor said you were too dilated at this point for them.

               “Is she okay?” You heard Josh ask worriedly to the nurse, who explained it was the transition phase of labour, you could’ve sworn you heard something about you transitioning to Satan. “It’ll be over soon, think of our little baby boy or girl. They’ll be snuggled in their cute onesies, and snuggle against you and me. We’ll have our happy adorable family.” Josh whispered, cringing slightly as you squeezed his hand once more.

               After what felt like forever of labour and then delivery you heard a shrill cry fill the room. Your heart sunk, then filled with a copious amount of love. You’re little one was finally here.

               “It’s a boy!” You heard someone declare, your eyes filling with tears; some happy and some distressed.

               “I’m sorry it’s not the girl you were hoping for.” You whispered to Josh as they had begun cleaning your son.

               “No no no.” Josh began, brushing the hair out of your face. “I love him to death; I haven’t even met him yet but I love him.” You saw tears run down his cheeks as your son was brought over to you. You held him close, tears never ceasing. Your son was absolutely perfect; tiny but perfect.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”- Theo raeken

Request: ‘Prompt #8 with theo?’

#8 “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

from these prompts

prompt: the whole pack (including Theo) is at a party. Theo meets an old friend of his and as you see them having fun, you get jealous and start getting drunk

pairing: theo x reader

A/N: Theo is a part of the pack in this imagine


Originally posted by werewhorewolf

Sweat and alcohol were the only things you smelled. You and your friends have been invited to this huge party one of the seniors was giving due to senior prom only being a few weeks away. And because of everything going on in all of your lives, you thought you could go to this party as normal teenagers. 

“This isn’t too bad.”, Kira shouted over the loud music. Lydia, Malia and you looked at her, as if you said ‘Yes, Yes it is bad.’. Most of the people were already drunk although the party only stated an hour ago.

The guys had gone to the kitchen to get all of you drinks. A couple of minutes where all of you just awkwardly stood around passed when Stiles and Scott returned. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering where your boyfriend was.

“Where’s Theo?”, you asked Scott as he handed you a drink. He swallowed some alcohol which probably didn’t affect him anyway before he answered. “He stayed in the kitchen, I guess he met someone he knows.”, he shrugged and turned towards Kira.

You frowned. How could Theo probably know someone from here? He came to Beason Hills this year and last lived here when he was like ten. You slowly found your way to the kitchen, wanting to know who he talked to. As you reached the kitchen, you spotted him leaning against the kitchen island, talking to a girl. Oh well. 

You stared at the both of them as they talked and laughed together before you returned to your friends. Soon, Lydia and Stiles, as well as Scott and Kira went to the dance floor, leaving only Malia and you.

“I don’t get parties, what’s so good about them?”, Malia asked, turning to you. You chuckled at her remark. “You know it can be funny, but you can’t get drunk so it stays lame for you.”, you explained and she furrowed her eyebrows in response.

You smiled and looked around the room as you spotted Theo and that girl you’ve never seen in your life came your way. They approached you still laughing and you wondered who could even laugh that much. You slightly rolled your eyes.

“Hey guys!”, Theo greeted you, grinning. Your face showed no emotion which made him frown immediately. “That’s Jenna, an old friend of mine.”, he introduced her. Jenna smiled brightly at you and waved shortly. “Jenna, that’s…”, Theo trailed off as he saw how pissed off you were.

“I’m Y/N, his girlfriend, if he didn’t tell you.”, you told Jenna, faking a smile. Jenna’s smile now faded too. Theo awkwardly coughed. “Yeah, uhm, we better go.”, he said as he put a hand on the lower back of Jenna and walked away with her. Your jaw almost hit the ground as you realized what just happened. 

“What just happened, Y/N?”, Malia asked you, trying to understand the feelings she smelled on you. Anger. Sadness. Disappointment. “I think my boyfriend just turned me down.”, you told her, not looking at her.

Now you and Malia sat on a couch, while Malia had to repeatedly refill your cup with alcohol. “You know, I’m usually not that jealous, you know me.”, you slightly slurred and Malia looked down at you and shook her head. She knew you had been jealous your whole life. 

Although Malia couldn’t get drunk herself, she actually was pretty amused with your drunken state. You held your empty cup her way and she slowly refilled it with tequila. You quickly drowned the whole cup and your sight was blurry for a split second. “It’s not that I was jealous the second I saw them together,”, you started, looking at your friend. “it’s just that he left.”, you explained. “With her.”

You looked down and closed your eyes as you tried to calm your drunken self. “I can kick his ass, if you want.”, Malia suddenly suggested. Your head instantly shot up and met her gaze and you exploded in laughter. Malia smiled as she saw that she made you laugh. “That would be great, thanks.”, you giggled. 

“May you refill my cup now, ma’am?”, you asked her, giggling. She smiled and shook her head once again as she refilled your cup. You quickly drowned it and then continued giggling. 

“Y/N?”, you head Theo’s voice asking for you. Your head quickly spun around and you got dizzy for a second. “What?”, you asked. “Y/N, I’m sorry for earlier-”, he started explaining but you cut him off. “Nope. I don’t even wanna hear it, yanno? I don’t careee.”, you slurred, which made Theo furrow his eyebrows in confusion. 

He suddenly spotted the bottle of tequila in Malia’s hand and snapped it away from her. “Did you drink all that?”, he asked shocked. You raised your eyebrows and squinted your eyes at the half empty bottle. “It’s still halfway full, so I guess I drank that.”, you giggled. “No, Y/N. It’s half empty.”, he told you, his voice stern. “Just because you’re a pessimist doesn’t mean I’m drunk.”, you chuckled and looked at Malia, rolling your eyes at the fact that Theo was so strict.

“We’re going home. Now.”, he ordered and you rolled your eyes once again. “Who do you mean ‘we’? You and Jenna?”, you smirked. A look of cunfusion washed over his face. “What does that have to do with Jenna?”, he asked you, but you didn’t even bother to answer. 

“Y/N, we’re leaving this party. Now.”, he demanded and you groaned in response. “See you, Malia.”, you spoke and you hugged her tightly. “I found this highly amusing. We should go to parties more often.”, she told you and you chuckled. 

You stood up from the couch and almost fell back onto it due to how dizzy you were. “Woah, you okay, Y/N?”, Theo asked as he held your small figure to steady you. “I’m fine.”, you said without any emotion in your voice as you freed yourself from his grip. The both of you had almost reached the door when someone called out your boyfriend’s name.

“Theo! Wait a second!”, Jenna shouted from behind as she approached the both of you. “Will I still see you around sometimes? At parties or on weekends?”, she asked him, looking up at him through her long lashes. She was so fake you almost puked.

“Uhm, no.”, you spoke, freeing Theo from Jenna’s grip and standing in front of him. “You won’t see him around. I might have told you this before but you obviously don’t understand how relationships work: I am his girlfriend. You won’t see him anytime soon.”, you told her, concentrating on your words. “Bye!”, you said as sweetly and fake as possible before you turned around and left the house with Theo by your side.

You were so angry you were about to punch someone as suddenly the effect of the alcohol kicked in, making you almost fall over. Theo hurried to your side. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you home.”, he whispered as he picked you up and carried you bridal style to his car. By the time he slowly lay you in the backseat, you were already passed out.

You woke up when Theo carried you into your house. You mumbled something as he carried you up the stairs to your room. “Where the fuck am I?”, you mumbled. Theo chuckled. “I’m trying to bring you home without waking up any of your family members, so it would be nice if you could stay quiet now.”, he said as he pushed open the door to your room. 

He lay you on your bed and pulled off your shoes. Then he pulled down your skirt to replace it with some shorts for the night. When he was done, he made you sit up again so he could pull off your shirt. “That fucking b*tch.”, you mumbled, eyes only half opened. “Who are you talking about?”, Theo questioned as he searched for another shirt. 

You fell back into your pillow because Theo wasn’t quick enough. “Jenna.”, you mumbled and Theo chuckled in response. He soon returned from your closet with another shirt. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”, he asked as he pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra. You scoffed. “No? I’m not jealous. I just don’t get how she was all over you when she knew I’m your girlfriend.”, you explained as he put the new shirt over your head.

“You’re jealous.”, he grinned and you rolled your eyes, letting yourself sink into your bed. “Okay maybe a little bit. But that doesn’t matter right now,”, you spoke as you watched how he pulled his shirt off. You’ve seen every little detail of him but it always surprised you how good he looked. 

“You’re drooling, babe.”, he mocked you because he caught you staring at him. “Anyway. Where do you even know her from?”, you curiously asked. “She went to the same school I used to go to.”, he simply explained. You rolled your eyes. Everything about this girl bothered you. 

He chuckled again as he returned to your bed, only wearing his boxers. He let himself fall next to you and immediately pulled your body into his. “I’m only jealous because you seemed to have fun with her and she was literally drooling over how hot you looked and I just,”, you spoke, pausing for a second. “I just can’t lose you, okay? Because I love you so fucking much, you don’t understand.”, you explained while your hand was caressing the skin on his chest.

He slightly smiled at your statement. “It’s okay, baby, I know you’re always going to be jealous and that’s okay because I would have reacted the exact same way.”, he told you as he caressed your cheek. “So you’re not mad at me for getting drunk and yelling at Jenna?”, you asked him.

“Of course not. You are my life, Y/N. There’s so much happening in our world but this will never change.”, he smiled and pulled you into a loving kiss right afterwards.

His hand was now lying on your hip as your lips melted into one. You slowly pulled away after a few minutes. “One more thing, Y/N,”, Theo told you as he turned off the light. 

“What is it?”, you asked. “You’re going to have a huge headache tomorrow.”, he chuckled and you giggled along with him. “Are you still going to be here when I wake up?”, you asked him. “Always.”, he whispered into the silent of the darkness.