i knew you were going cage her

An Arranged Marriage Chapter 6

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 words

Story Summary: An AU of sorts. Where hunter’s have communities, and arrange marriages for their young. Y/N is from the Northwest region, arranged to marry Dean, from the midwest region.

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“I’m an Angel.” He stated, narrowing his eyes as he stared your way. “And you’re Y/N. I’ve heard about you.”

“An Angel?” You questioned, still shrinking into the corner of the car, your heart beating furiously at the stranger who had just magically appeared in the car. “They’re just myths, and what has been said about them is nothing good.” You muttered, narrowing your eyes as he stared your way.

“I assure you, I’m not a myth. But as for the other part, there are certain Angels who do more harm than good.” He told you.

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anonymous asked:

how do you think John talked to Sherlock about the ILY scene?

So when I got this ask it ended up inspiring me a little. My answer is going to be a little ficlet instead of a legit answer, so hopefully that won’t bother you lol. Besides, I don’t think this is totally out of the realm of possibility. We can happily imagine…

There’s Still A Chance

John pulled the blanket around his shoulders a little tighter in the back seat of the police cruiser and let out a heavy sigh. “God, I can’t wait to hold Rosie,” he murmured.

Sherlock continued staring silently out his window.

“Hey,” John prodded gently, making his friend turn. “You did good today. You should be proud.”

Sherlock barely smiled. “People did die, John.”

He nodded. “Yeah but some people didn’t. Your parents still have all three of their children because of you. I get to go home and raise my daughter because of you. You did that.”

John cleared his throat a minute later, after some more silence had set in, deciding it was a reasonable time to unearth another more specific topic.


Sherlock’s head whirled round again to meet his gaze before swallowing thickly and facing ahead.

“Yes,” he answered softly, perhaps a little nervously.

“So during that phone call you- you told her you…” John started slowly, and Sherlock took the bait.

“I did think she was about to die, John.”

John shook his head and smiled. “I knew you were gonna say that. I knew that’s what you were going to say when I brought this up. Sherlock, look, I’m not talking about how it happened. I don’t care if she was surrounded by bombs or in a cage or in that coffin or if she was just standing there in front of you. The point is…you meant it.”

Sherlock kept his gaze straight ahead but John could detect a shift in his demeanor.

John boldly repeated his statement. “Sherlock, you meant it.”

Finally, the stoic detective turned and looked him in the eye, speaking not much above a whisper.

“Maybe I did.”

“Ok,” John acknowledged, nodding slowly. “So you meant it. So then…what now? I mean, I know you don’t typically do…that sort of thing but I can’t help wonder if things might be different now. Things should be different now, I’d think. You’ve scoffed at sentiment for years but, mate, what saved you today? What saved everyone who walked away today? It wasn’t cold unfeeling logic, I can tell you that much for sure. If that’s all you had you never would have won. Because I think we all know Eurus has got you beat in that department. No, what saved us was your heart. Doesn’t that tell you something?”

Sherlock pressed his lips together nervously, no argument to offer, likely because he knew there was none to be had.

“So…” John pressed on. “What now?”

Sherlock inhaled and released the air from his lungs slowly, the plain old oxygen probably filling in for the comfort of nicotine that he’d never fully stop craving. Finally he squared his shoulders and his eyes brightened just a bit.

“Do you know, John, I believe you’ve already told me what to do next.”

John tilted his head and frowned in question. “Have I?”

Sherlock gave him a little smirk and cleared his throat in preparation to repeat the words. “Text her, phone her, do something…while there’s still a chance.”

John’s lips lifted slowly in a smile at his familiar wording before returning the favor and repeating words of Sherlock’s. “If you’d like to know how I predict the future…”

Sherlock chuckled. “No need to be smug, John.”

“Ooh, I think there’s need. Anytime I’m in the right I think I’ll have to use the chance to be just a bit smug.”

Before anything else could be said, John leaned forward toward the front seat. “Scuse me, could we use your mobile?”

The driver immediately complied, passing the device to John. Sherlock looked a little frightened as John settled back in his seat and reached his hand over, holding out the phone for him to take. Of course he was frightened, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t finally ready.

“While there’s still a chance,” John repeated softly, giving another gentle push.

Finally, slowly, Sherlock reached out and took the phone. He stared at it in his hands then, motionless before once again speaking the words that were quickly becoming like a mantra for him, making his fingers move to dial the familiar sequence of numbers.

“While there’s still a chance.”

2 000 followers!!
  1. Why is it that every time I open a wine bottle you call me to get into some kind of trouble?
  2. Pardon all the mess but our pilot seems to have forgotten how to steer our ship.
  3. But I might be afraid that you are not here for tea and biscuits
  4. She’s going rather paranoid at this point…
  5. ”I don’t remember you being so sensitive.”
    ”Well I don’t remember you being such a dick, but apparently things change.”
  6. They laid down to the desert sand, clinging to their guns. This was how they were going to die, and at least one of them had accepted their fate.
  7. Maybe we can leave together, run away and never come back.
  8. They cut off her tongue with rusty razor blade and locked her to the deepest of the dungeons. But witches were bitches, and she was biggest one of them.
  9. Thank you for that confusing clarification.
  10. My closet holds more skeletons than you can imagine
  11. You gonna try to kill him with nail clipper’s file? Mate, that’s like inch long what fucking damage you think you gonna do?
  12. ”Are you gonna get stubby tonight?”
    ”No. But then again and I said that last time, didn’t it?”
    ”Okay, then you have to wait a minute, I have to change my dress.”
  13. Knucklehead alarm! What are we gonna do?
  14. Could you stop gnashing your teeth and help me fix the engine?
  15. This is a kidnapping, not an assassination!
  16. Do the rich care that they are sending the young to war?
  17. It took years for me to stood on my feet again, and of course she would come to knock me back down.
  18. She knew it wasn’t the wisest of things leave her mouth, but like her grandma always said, ’Fuck it’.
  19. ”What your doing?”
    ”I though you were gonna choke me.”
  20. Don’t throw a kid to the wolves, for he might return as one of their own.
  21. What now? You are going to keep me in a cage like an animal?
  22. What an novel act, Mr.Renz.. But unfortunately I think this might’ve been an idea right out of the bad part of the brain.
  23. Sacrificing yourself for the well being of others? How heart breaking.
  24. Healthy level of narcissism? I think we are far over the healthy limit, crossing to fucking insane level
  25. Stop ignoring me, I’m the only one properly armed to save you
  26. Why do I always have to do the painful work? It’s not like you couldn’t do it.
  27. Not as graceful as I thought, but let’s work around it.
  28. Maybe I’m stronger than I thought I was.
  29. I suggest we blame someone else and scatter on our own ways
  30. ”I told you to be careful!”
    ”You also told me to shoot my way out of trouble if I need to!”
  31. Well my judgement was always little dodgy.
  32. And I thought I was fucked up. Goddamn, you need help.
  33. Secret rooms shouldn’t have other secret rooms!
  34. The sweet old lady is gonna help us kidnap the King! What a glorious day!
  35. I swear you will be endangered species, if you don’t shut up
  36. Don’t ever mention knives and laugh like that afterwards.
  37. You know, I don’t think I should eat this…
  38. I think I’m just bitter because you have most of your life ahead of you
  39. My reasons are none of your concerns
  40. Well that’s something anybody hadn’t never said out loud
  41. Don’t snarl at me, I didn’t invent the game or the rules.
  42. Shouldn’t you attack somebody who actually pulls the strings?
  43. Lay low for a while didn’t mean that you should
  44. Only if these people knew what you have done for this world.. What you have scarified to protect these people
  45. ”Maybe one day you might understand”
    ”Rather hope so”
  46. What a fucking disaster! I knew you were stupid but this is ridiculous.
  47. Have you had a fucking stroke? The fuck are you talking about?
  48. You got any prove of that? Cause I don’t remember doing nothing like that
  49. Blood and mud covered her clothes, even the rain wasn’t washing it away.
  50. Do I have to start treating you like a dog again? Sit, boy. Down. Don’t bark.
  51. Please don’t make me sit in limousine, I’m just gonna get a fucking headache and get angry
  52. Oh my God, I didn’t think I could look more like a whore than Charlotte..
  53. Why do you feel obligated to give me roses every time you see me?
  54. How much do you think he uses hair gel? Because that looks like a whole bottle it’s on top of his head right now.
  55. We vowed to protect this land, no matter who’s the ruler
  56. She offered 5 grand just to kill one useless high school student?
  57. The information passed like a wild fire through the city
  58. Any day might be our last, we can’t predict anything.
  59. When the daylight appears again, remember our luck
  60. That’s probably the worst way to die, honestly… Drown in a fish tank.
  61. What an amazing fall. 10/10 points, bravo
  62. Do you think it’s edible?
    I don’t know, it looks like it is.
  63. Maybe you should write it up? You know, ‘cause you’re kinda stupid
  64. This is gonna get sad very fast, isn’t it?
  65. What a literal fucking moron you are.
  66. Casted from heaven to forever travel the earth.
  67. What an absolutely weird thing to say, really…
  68. Well.. the car is fucked now
  69. If she starts acting up again, or brings that damn knife, I’ll knock her the fuck down!
  70. Bloody palm print was smudged to the bunker’s wall
  71. Smell of death filled the air around the alter, making the visitor wonder what the walls and floors are hiding
  72. It didn’t matter how long she had been gone, the feeling was the same.
  73. Leaning against the cold railing of The Queens Walk, he looked down at the Thames, hoping this day wouldn’t end like last Tuesday.
  74. His eyes were as black as his heart
  75. She made a pact with the Devil and stabbed him in the back with the first change she got.
  76. She laid down her live for others and what happened? You act like se was the biggest brat of these people
  77. And the King didn’t have no other choice than to allow the black sheep of the family to take the throne.
  78. ”Why can’t you just let them work things out between them?”
    “Because they will end up stabbing each other”
  79. Blowing it up seems rather bad choice, doesn’t it?
  80. I feel like this would have to be something for national security to handle
  81. Do I need to start shooting people to get trough this fucking crowd?
  82. What about plan F? I mean I know it involves Margarita dying, but G would involve me being used as a bait, and that would be drastic
  83. These cars tend to have trackers, so if you may just step out
  84. Stay inside the car, or if you must disobey the order like the last time, please make sure you close the doors behind you
  85. The hound is barking again,
  86. Ohh… We making a bomb? Fucking awesome.
  87. Oh yeah, they are trying to kill each other in middle of London’s tube, how fucking great!
  88. Am I failing to see the obvious here?
  89. You feed your children lies? Or do you tell them what lurks in the light of day?
  90. ”Who’s in the body bag?”
    “He’s dead?”
    “Sedated. Probably will wake up soon, too.”
  91. Stop waving the gun at me if you’re not going to shoot me.
  92. ”We’ll burn their lungs out!”
    ”Smoke inhalation? Awesome.”
  93. Oh woah.. We REALLY need to work on your subtle threats.
  94. Eventually blood will dry and maybe you’ll realize what you have done
  95. The blood from our past haunt us now.
  96. Maybe the history books will read our names. Tell the story how we ended up fucking up so bad.
  97. Tug your skirt down, wipe your tears and load your gun.
  98. You’re stronger than any fucker here
  99. “We still need the information!”
    “Probably shouldn’t have killed her then.”
  100. Hey, have I done anything incredibly stupid in last five minutes?

Thank you all. Really.

Hidden Prize (alpha yondu x Omega reader)

Letting his men go first Yondu followed in after them. He watched as his men took over the ship they were currently plundering. Looking about he saw as one of his crew held the Captain on his knees. Walking over he smiled at the man, no doubt one of the Kree race. “Well looky here. We got ourselves a Kree ship boys.” he said rubbing his hands together. The blue man gave a snarl to Yondu and proceeded to insult him about his former slave life. “I guess I moved up in life, now what sorta goodies you got on this here ship.” he smirked. Snapping his fingers the men began going through the boxes on the ship to find anything they could sell. Seeing the dead crew members on the ground he looked at the Kree captain. “See your first mistake was keeping weak crew members.”  he growled before punching the Kree in the gut. Hearing a scream he furrowed his brows and looked in the direction it was coming from. Kraglin was the first to met the Captains eyes, showing him honest concern while the others just laughed and gave fox calls. “Ah Captain you may want to come take a look at this.” Kraglin said and the Kree began to thrash in his bindings. Kicking the Kree Yondu made his way towards where the others were to see what they were gawking at. “Now move out the way.” he said, pushing the men aside. Looking inside the small dark room he saw a cage with what clearly a woman inside. She was curled up in the far corner, shaking with fear as some of the crew tried to grab at her. Seeing chains on her ankles, wrists and neck he knew imminently she had to be a slave in transport. Remembering the time when he too was in chains Yondu gritted his teeth before kicking one of his crew members that was trying to grab at her in the ribs. The man doubled over in pain and all the others were quick to look at the blue centenarian. “Your scaring her. Go see what else ya can find on the ship. Go on GET!” he yelled making the men take off away from the cage. “Kraglin!” he said still looking at the girl. “Yes Cap?” the skinny man said. “Bring me the Kree.” he said in a even tone and saw as the man nodded out of the corner of his eye. 

When the Kree was thrown to his feet Yondu finally broke his gaze from the female still cowering in the corner. “Who is she?” he asked but the man said nothing. Whistling Yondu made his arrow go through the Kree’s leg, erupting a loud grunt from the man. “I’ll ask again who is she!?” when the man again said nothing Yondu let out a high pitch slow whistle. The arrow slowly began to pierce itself into the males chest. “She is a terran. Picked her up during the battle on earth.” he screamed in his own language. “Why?” Yondu asked calmly. “She is an Omega… were going to see how much we could get for her… would you be interested. I hear the cunt is pure, just how you Centaurians like them.” the kree mocked with a laugh. Curling his lip in distaste the room was filled with a high pitch whistle and the kree fell dead at Yondu’s feet. The omega had not looked up once and he knew she must be terrified. “Kraglin, go get me a blanket.” he said and was left alone with the female once again. Opening the cage door he bent down to crawl over to her. He could see the dark bruises on her body where she had been beaten and furrowed his brows. Her clothes were dirty and had holes all in them. Her hair matted and wild. She was shaking still and when he ran his knuckles over her upper arm she flinched. “Now doll I’m gonna get ya out of here.” he told her in as gentle of a voice as he could. Moving to grab her hand she snatched her hands away and looked into his eyes. Bright eyes the same color blue as his skin looked into his red ones. He didn’t think he had ever seen so much fear on one person before. “I’m just going to get these chains off ya.” he told her and slowly moved to grab his knife from his boot.  Yondu saw as a tear fell from her eye when she looked at his knife. She thought he was going to hurt her. Grabbing her arm he picked the lock of the chains letting them fall to the ground. When Kraglin walked back into the room with a blanket in his arms he handed it to Yondu. Going to wrap her in the blanket she took her chance and hit his nose with the palm of her hand making him fall backwards and groan in pain. By the time he looked back up she was out of the cage and kicking Kraglin in the balls as she made a run for it. “Fuck.” he said crawling out of the cage to go after her. Seeing her running down the hall he yelled for his men to catch her. When they grabbed her around her middle she kicked and hit as hard as she could to get away. Coming up Yondu saw as she kicked another in the face and before he could say anything the man back handed her across the face, knocking her out. “Did I say hurt her!” he yelled punching the man in the jaw. Pulling the female from the man’s arms he wrapped her in the blanket. “Get whatever you can and hurry up and get us out of here. I want to be long gone by the time the kree find out one of their ships is late.” he told the crew and saw them nod before walking towards his chambers.

Hearing a small groan Yondu looked to see the girl he had laid in his bed waking up. “She finally wakes. You know girl you hit pretty hard for an omega.” he said with a chuckle, walking over to the bed. When she saw him she backed up into the corner of his bed that was against the wall and stared at him. Siting on the bed he looked to her and sighed. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya doll.” he said. “You’re one of them… the ones that took me…” she whispered and he shook his head, “No. I ain’t no kree. I’m a Centaurian. The name is Yondu, What’s yours?” he said holding out his hand for her to shake. She looked the appendage over for a moment before placing her smaller hand in his, “Y/n.” she whispered. Smiling he nodded his head and then looked down to her arm, seeing puncture wounds he let out a sigh, “what did they do to ya darling?” he asked making her snatch her hand away from him. Looking down she tried to cover the marks on her body. Licking his teeth he stood and walked into another room. Soon he walked back out and went to a drawer made into the walls. Watching his every move she was surprised when he came back over to the bed and handed her a pile of what looked like clothing and a towel. “There is a bathroom through there. Here’s some clothes, we ain’t got no women clothes on the ship so these will have to do until I can pick ya up some.” he told her. Timidly she reached out and grabbed the clothes from him and looked down. “Thank you.” she whispered making him give a small smile and nod. She looked between him and the bathroom for a moment before getting up and walking towards it. When she looked out of the room that had no door to separate the two he chuckled, “I’m going to check on what the crew is doing. Don’t worry, ain’t nobody allowed in here but me.” he told her with a smirk before leaving the room. 

Looking in the bathroom y/n saw a shower of sorts with the water already turned on and steaming. Checking to make sure the blue man known as Yondu did actually leave she undressed from her rags and stepped under the water, letting out a small sigh at the feel of the hot water on her skin. Washing away all the dirt and blood she grabbed what she assumed was soap and washed her hair and body. When she was done she was left feeling better than she had in a long time. Holding up the clothes he had gave her she stepped into the red pajama pants, having to roll them up at the waist to keep them from falling down. Pulling the black shirt over her head she lifted the fabric to her nose and sniffed the shirt. Alpha, she knew it. She had guessed that was what he was from the moment she saw him and smelling his scent on the shirt confirmed it. Looking into the mirror she saw how thin her face had grown and saw the light bruise on her cheek where that man had hit her. Sitting back on the bed she looked around the room a she ran her fingers through her hair to get out all the tangles. It was a spacious room with a bed, a small table and a desk. The walls, floor and ceiling looked to be made of metal that was a redish color. The bed itself was covered in black bedding. Looking at the wall that the bed was against she saw it to be made of glass but was not see through. Seeing a button on the wall beside the bed she bit her lip before leaning forward to press it. When the wall became transparent she gasped at what she saw. 

After a few hours Yondu went back to his room, carrying a tray of food and drink for the omega. Opening the door quietly in case she was asleep he looked in to see her sitting on his bed with her legs crossed under her staring out the window into space. Walking over to her she never looked away “Beautiful isn’t it?” he asked making her jump and look at him. Holding up his hand in defense he sat on the bed and placed the tray in front of her. “Thought ya might be hungry.” he said. She seemed cautious at first but when he gave a smile she reached out to grab the food. While she ate Yondu looked over the female. Now that she was clean he saw she was in fact very beautiful. Her skin no long covered in dirt and blood showed clear s/c skin. Her long h/c hair was brushed out and clean. He could also see how skinny she was, no doubt from being starved. With being so skinny his clothes seemed to swallow her up but he couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed seeing the omega wearing his clothes. When she went to bite down on a piece of food he quickly reached out to stop her. “No. Trust me you don’t want to eat that end. You won’t be able to move for a hour.” he chuckled before breaking off the root of the fruit and handing it back to her. “Darlin’ I need to find out what they were putting in ya… I just need ta take a little blood…” he said after a while, pulling out a small syringe from his pocket. Moving to grab her arm she snatched it away and growled at him. Knotting his brows he curled his lip and moved to grab her arm again, this time with more force. Before he could react she bit him. “Oww.” he hissed. Jumping he pinned her to the bed under him and held her hands down by her head. She tried with all her might to throw him off of her but he was much stronger than any human. “Hold still now.” he said around the syringe in his mouth. Pulling one of her arms under his leg he took the other one in his hand and grabbed the needle with the other. Pushing the needle into her skin she gave a whimper in pain. As soon as he pulled out the needle he placed it on the table beside his bed and ran his finger over her arm. Feeling a small bump in her skin he knotted his brows and grabbed his knife. She pulled for him to free her arm as he pressed the blade to her arm and cut open the skin. Letting out a scream he hurried and dug out the small tracking bit the kree had put in her arm. Once the chip was out he threw the knife on the table and held his finger down over the cut to stop the bleeding. 

Rolling to lay beside her he kept his hand over the cut. Hearing her crying he let out a sigh, “I’m sorry. That was a tracker they put in ya, most likely in case something like this happened. They won’t be able to get ya again.” he told her. “What are you going to do with me?” she asked in a soft voice. It was the question he had been asking himself since he picked her up. Letting go of her arm he stood. “I don’t know yet…do ya got any family?” he asked and she shook her head. Grabbing the syringe and the chip he looked down at her. “Get some sleep omega.” he said before leaving the room, cutting off the lights when he went. Curling up on the bed y/n looked out the window at the stars. Who was this man? He had saved her and had went out of his way to care for her. He was an alpha and hadn’t made a move to claim her yet. What was his plans for her?

A few days had passed by and over the time y/n had not seen much of her savior. A man known as Kraglin had brought her meals during the day and at night she would only see the Captain when he came to take a shower or grab something out of his room. She had made herself busy by making things out of a box of wires she had found. She had been feeling very weak as of late and made it a habit of just laying in bed. She had been surprised to see Yondu come into the room and look at her. “we are stopping to make a drop in a little bit. It won’t be long but I’ll be off the ship with most of the crew…What’s wrong?” he asked when he saw her flushed skin. “..nothing…i’m fine…just a headache.” she told him, trying to look more presentable. “Mmm, I’ll see if I can pick ya up something.” he told her with a slight nod of his head. Watching him leave she fell back to sleep, burying her face into his pillow. 

Y/n woke up to the door opening and rubbed her sleep filled eyes. “Yondu?” she asked but was surprised when the person came into her sight. It was not Yondu, it was another male, he was a red looking male with sharp teeth and yellow eyes. He quickly moved to cover her mouth when she went to scream, leaning forward to sniff at her. Smiling she saw his yellow eyes flash with something she had seen before, lust. “I Knew it. I could smell your scent down the hall. How delicious you smell. Just coming into heat as well, mmmm.” he hissed into her face. When he went to grope at her breast she bit down on his hand and he pulled it back. With the hand no longer covering her mouth she let out a scream before he again was covering her mouth. “Shut up you stupid whore.” he snarled. Pushing his hand down her pants she felt tears come to her eyes. When a loud whistle filled the room she opened her eyes to see the man on top of her gasp in pain. “That was a warning. Let her be or next time it will be your life.” Yondu yelled making the man look over his shoulder at the Captain. “You think you can keep her for yourself. You ain’t even claimed her yet Yondu!…That why you been staying away from her all this time, to afraid you going to hurt her.” the red man hissed in a mocking tone and she heard a low growl from the blue alpha, “That ain’t none of your concern.” Looking back down at her the man tore the shirt she was wearing, “What if I bite her now? What if I mark her as mine?” He said bending down slowly and showing his sharp teeth. An arrow quickly went through his chest before he fell off of her. Laying there in shock she watched as the arrow flew through the air before Yondu caught it and walked over to drag the man from his bed. He seemed to not be affected by the mans weight as he threw him from the room.

Slamming the door shut he made his way back over to the scared omega in his bed. Sitting on the bed Yondu reached out to stroke her cheek. “Are ya alright?” he asked and saw her nod. “I didn’t know he would do that, I’m sorry.” he growled looking towards the door. “was he telling the truth?” she asked in a whisper and saw him look down. “I’ll get ya a new shirt.” he said going to get up from the bed when he was stopped by her grabbing his hand. Looking at their hands intertwined he tried to control his alpha instincts as the smell of her heat hit him. “That stuff they were injecting you with was heat suppressants. I don’t have any but I know of a guy that I can buy some from… Should be able to get it in a couple hours.” he said and she looked down in shame. Before she could say anything he walked out of the room. Feeling a tear roll down her cheek she layed down on his bed and cried, not knowing the Centaurian was just outside the door listening. 

Hours later Yondu had successfully gotten the heat suppressants for y/n. With a deep breath he made his way back into the room to find her curled up on the bed sleeping. She was whimpering with the pain of her heat. Seeing her holding something he leaned down to see it was one of his shirts that he had been wearing the day before. She was scenting him, she actually did want him. Looking down he shook his head and rubbed his hand over his face. He couldn’t possibly mate with her. She was so much smaller than he was and she was human. He could crush her if he wasn’t careful. All the reasons he shouldn’t claim her ran through his head. Hearing her soft sigh he looked back at her. On the other hand she had no one else and he couldn’t possibly send her back to earth when she had no one there to take care of her. He had always dreamed of taking a omega one day and now he had the chance. Seeing the different things she had made with the spare wires he smiled. Laying the needle on the side table he shrugged off his coat and layed on the bed beside her. Resting on his elbow he ran his finger over her cheek, waking her up. “Yondu?” she asked and he smiled, “Y/n, i need you to listen to me. I got the suppressants if you want them… but I was thinking that I would give you a choice on the matter.” he said stopping to see her looking at him with those bright blue eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the tale he had always heard about omegas having eyes that would somehow match who their true mate was. “I’m a Centaurian and that makes me a whole lot more…intense than your terran men. It would not be difficult for me to hurt ya if I lost control. If I claim ya and it would be your choice, i need ya to understand that once you say yes, there is no going back. I won’t be able to control myself, you’re too much for me to darling. ..But with that being said if I was to take you as a mate I would take care of you. It’s completely up to you.” He said holding her hand in his. “Yes.” she said and he had to look up when he heard the word pass her lips. “Are you sur..” he started but was stopped by her pushing her lips to his. 

Feeling her lips on his he could not stop the growl that left his throat. “princess, you don’t know what you just got yourself into.” he growled out. Grabbing the back of her head he rolled on top of her, biting at her lip he heard her gasp out and used the opportunity to roll his tongue into her mouth. Holding himself up on his forearm he moved the other hand down to grab the shirt she was wearing in his hand. With a quick tug he finished ripping the shirt off of her. Leaning back he looked down at her bare chest and gave a deep growl seeing his eyes flash a darker shade of red y/n let out a gasp when he engulfed one of her nipples into his mouth. Sucking hard on the small nub he felt her flinch and regained control enough to lick over the now raw nipple. Kissing over her chest he sucked marks into her skin. Getting to her neck he licked over the area where soon he would place his claiming mark. Nipping at the skin he moved to kneel above her, pulling his own shirt over his head. Seeing her run her fingers shakingly over his fighting scars he gave a purr, telling her it was okay. Leaning down he went back to kissing her as he slowly pulled the pants from her legs. Lifting her bottom with one of his hands while the other pulled the pants from her legs. When she was completley nude he unbottoned his slacks and kicked them off the bed with his boots. Being skin to skin with the omega made Yondu shake with want. Biting at her hip bones she cried out and he smirked. Licking up the small drops of blood he had created with his sharp teeth he growled out. Licking down to her sex he threw her legs over his shoulders and licked up her slit. When a moan escaped her lips Yondu had to dig his fingertips it her flesh to keep from taking her then. Pushing his long tongue into her pussy he groaned at the sweet taste. He was happy when he found out she was infact pure, that the kree had not been lying. Thrusting one of his fingers into her she arched her back up off the bed. 

He fucked her with his fingers for a while until he thought she was ready for him. Crawling back up her body he slammed his lips to hers. His instincs to claim her were taking over as he made sure to leave marks on her body of their coupling. Lining up with her he slowly sheathed his cock into her small body. She cried out and gripped his arms as he pushed in and when he saw tears flow down her cheeks he became concerned he had hurt her badly. Pulling back out he looked down where their bodies were joined to see blood covering the tip of his shaft. Knotting his brows he sat up and looked at her sex to see a small amount of blood leaking from her hole. “Your bleeding.” he said confused and saw as her watery eyes met his, “I was a virgin.” she said in a embraressed voice. When she started to curl up and hide herself from him he shook his head. “Is it normal for terrans to bleed during their first time?” he asked quickly trying to sooth her. Seeing her nod he let out a sigh of releif. “Do you not want to…” she started to say no longer looking at him. Before she could finish her sentance he was back on top of her kissing her cheek. “I’m not stopping.” he said in a deep voice, thrusting back into her, he pushed into the hilt and heard her moan. Gritting his teeth together he let her adjust to him. When he felt her buck her hips under him he smirked and pulled back out. Thrusting in and out of her he let her moans rile him on. It didn’t take long for her to begin whining. Grabbing her hips he flipped her over onto her stomach. Wasting no time he thrusted back into her hearing a soft cry leave her mouth. “Oh god…Yondu.” she moaned and he let out a feral growl. When the base of his cock began to swell he pushed it into her body, feeling it lock in her body. The omega screamed out as she was knotted by the alpha, her pussy milking his cock. Roaring out Yondu held her hips still as he filled her with his seed. Biting down on her neck he claimed her. Drinking down the blood gushing in his mouth he heard her whimper in pain.

Once he had spent himself he felt the alpha back away and realized what he was doing. Unlocking his jaws he looked to see the bite mark deep and flowing with blood. Furrowing his brows he leaned down to lick at the wound making her hiss and flinch away from him. Holding her tight to him he rolled them over to lay on their sides. With her throat in his hand he held her still as he cleaned the wound. When he was satisfied he placed a kiss on the bite and leaned up to open the window. The two layed there for sometime just looking out at the stars before he began to whistle. When the arrow began flying through the air he saw her sleep filled eyes following the arrow around the room. She smiled softly before giving a yawn, “Get some sleep princess.” he purred to her, placing a kiss to her temple.

Originally posted by marveldcuniv3rse

Take It Easy On My Heart

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Sam, Dean, Lisa (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: ANGST

Word count: 2010 (with lyrics) 

Prompt: Song Mercy by Shawn Mendes 

A/N: It’s written for @thevioletthourr‘s “Fif’s Milestone Challenge” as well as  SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2017. I hope you guys enjoy. I tried my best :) Feedback is appreciated. 

Beta: @deantheotherkingofkinks Thanks a lot for the eleventh hour editing! :) 

My Masterlist

She hadn’t seen Dean Winchester for years and now here she was, sitting right in front of the man who she used to love - or maybe she still did.

“So, Y/N, how’s life been?” Sam asked taking a sip from his beer.

“Good… Good. Yeah. Pretty good,” she swallowed a big gulp from her bottle, “You guys tell me, I mean you have been hunting more than me.”

“Well, we’ve met god and his sister and something tells me that’s way more than hunting,” Sam said as if he was proud of himself.

“That sounds crazy, even though I know about hunting,” She said, now her eyes met Dean, “So, Dean, I heard about the mark and you becoming a demon. Is that all true?”

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He Goes by the Name H. One [part 3]

Author: b0blegum

Pairing: DJ!Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Rating: 19+ (Kinda. Read at your own risk)(rape trigger)

Genre: Romance


Part: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - end

Hyungwon’s POV

The DJ was playing ‘Matches’ and remixed it into his own liking. Making people dancing to the beat. The room was crowded, people had to shout a bit when they were talking or flirting or even just to say a simple hi.

I Was standing here. Leaning on the bar counter with one hand rested on it while the other holding up my glass of Whiskey. Ice cubes clinking onto the side as i swirled up the glass.

And she was there. Sitting on the couch, feeling uncomfortable judging by how her eyes wandered around the room. I kept watching her through the sidelines of people who were busily dancing, before i decided to came over to her.

“You’re alone?” I asked her as i sat next to her. She looked really pretty upclose and she’s really my type of girl…

…to fuck with.

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I was worried when I first inherited Claudette that she would be lonely and depressed. I knew parrots were supposed to be social creatures, but I was barely equipped to handle one, much less get her a companion. Aunt June, who had “generously” given the bird to me after discovering how loud and energetic she could be, assured me that Claudette was an independent sort and would be fine on her own.

Claudette and I had a rocky start. I was timid around her large beak and sharp claws and she was slow to trust yet another new person. She’d apparently had a number of homes in her twenty-five years, all of whom had given her up much the same as Aunt June had. That was mostly why I kept her; I felt sorry for her and wanted her to finally have a home, even if it meant a steep learning curve.

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Let’s do it more often L.H.

This is a college!luke imagine. I hope you like it.

Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine)

There are no trigger warnings here.

Word count: 1.7k

The sky was filled with dark clouds that threatened us with a storm. And, with the furious winds that were blowing in everyone’s faces, the weather matched everyone’s mood that morning.

Everyone in campus was tired of waiting for the Christmas break but we still had to wait a month more. A whole month in which professors were giving more essays for us to write and more exams for us to study.

That made very anxious. I was trying really hard to pass all the exams but, not knowing how, I had started to fail some exams here and there and my family found out. They decided to pressure me even more. They wanted me to be the perfect son, but I couldn’t fail more miserably.

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Peter Pan Imagine/Who Are You?

You’re in Neverland, first time ever, and you hate him already, but somehow you ended up in his bed.

Warnings: SMUT, cussing, possessive Pan

You lived in StoryBrooke, a town that was known for it’s magical moments, and fairy tale people who you read as a kid, funny how you lived in a town with them, but when you ended up in Neverland you were not expecting the Peter pan that you knew in the story books, in fact, you met the complete opposite.

When you first arrived you were actually excited, you were always a fan of Peter Pan, you love the movie, the book, so why wouldn’t you like the real thing?

Just as you stepped foot on the soil of Neverland you heard the wonderful sounds that this place has to offer, the wind, the tree’s talking to you as they blow, telling all the secrets, the whistling and the chirps of the birds. As you close your eyes, letting it all in, this is where it all started. 

You heard a leaf crunch on the floor,

(Gasp) you turn around and see nothing. You shrug, maybe it was just my imagination you thought.

That’s when, you heard it again.

“Okay for sure it was something this time.”

You heard it once again but closer, as it was right behind you.

“Show yourself or I’ll make you!” you say as you turn around but nothing is there

“W-what?” you say nothing.

“You’ve got some guts yelling like that.”

You quickly turn around and you see a boy, a tall boy, with long legs, sharp cheekbones, beautiful eyes, chestnut brown hair, and furious eyebrows.

“Wh-who are you?” you ask with a semi confident tone.

“Who am I?” he raised up both eyebrows, but then quickly smirks and laughs.

That sent chills down your spine.

“I think I should be asking who YOU are.” he says in a cocky way.

“That’s none of your business, you must say yours.” with a demanding tone.

“That’s not how it goes, see you’re on my island, I tell you what to do, I tell you when to talk, I tell you what to do and when to do it.” he walks up to you, you are frightened, you are scared, you’re terrified, but you’re damn well not going to let him see that.

“Oh yeah? I’d be a complete idiot to let you control me, some wild boy who thinks he’s charge of this island.” you say

“I’m Peter Pan, I AM king of this island!” he raises his vice at you.

“YOU’RE Peter?”

“Its Pan to you.” he says sternly.

“Ill call you by your first name, your mother called you Peter, so I’m calling you Peter.”

“Call e that one more time and I swear I will make your life a living hell.”

“Pe-mother fucking ter.” you say as you look in his eyes.

“That’s it to the cages!” he yells.

5 days, you were in that cage for 5 days, nothing to eat, drink, and no one to talk to, you were going crazy.

Well that night the caged opened , with Peter right at the door, he gave you water and you near damn chugged that thing like your life depended on it, because well it did.

“Now , are you ready to be a good lost girl for me?” he said a sweet but evil voice.

You stood face to face with Pan himself.

He looked intimidated, but you could not let him see that.

“I’d rather die than be your lost girl.” you say.

Peter turns his face and chuckles. “Well, its your funeral.” he says as he pushes you back into the cage. 

You scream out of shock, no boy has ever laid his hands on you before, but Peter did, he didn’t care, he was pure evil, and you were just figuring this out.

For 2 months Peter would give you enough food and water to survive to make sure you stayed alive, but also to make sure you suffered.

You hated him, you hated him so much, but you couldn’t help but stare, when he would walk by, his jawline, when he licked his lips, his muscular arms, is was sickening, you were crushing over the boy who made your life hell, but little did you know he was thinking the same damn thing.

Peter’s Point Of View

Dammit, she was so damn beautiful, was it sick that I thought about her at night? Her plump lips, her rosy cheeks, her wavy hair, I knew it was terrible of me, but I couldn’t help it, as king of this island I couldn’t go back on my word, but for this once, I wanted her out, out of that cage, and have my right way right then and there, but I couldn’t do that, what would my lost boys think of me? They’d think I was weak, and once they saw that, it’s all over from there.

Regular Point Of View.

It was Peter’s birthday soon and all the lost boys were getting ridiculous crazy with the decorations, they had no idea what to do , nor how to cook, their cooking skills sucked, and you were an amazing chef, so you finally opened your mouth and said something.

“You know I can help.” you said

“The boys all stared at you, you knew all of them, and they all knew you, you had a mutual relationship, it was Peter who was an ass, not them.

“Yeah trust me we’d love if you helped but Pan would kill us.” Felix said

“Then talk him into it! Felix please I’ve been in this cage for almost 3 months, I need to get out, I don’t care if I’m making food for the person I hate the most, I just need to get out of here.” you pleaded to him.

“Alright, I’’ll be back.”

Felix walks to Peter’s door, but it’s open by Peter.

“Great the person I needed to see!.” Felix said.

Peter looks at Felix sideways. 

“Why the hell are you so perky?” he says as he starts to walk.

“I have a question.” Felix said

“Go on.” Peter says.

“The lost boys suck ass at cooking, you know this.” 

“Well duh.” Peter said.bluntly

“But the new lost girl, she’s a great cook.” 

“How would you know?” Peter turns around to raise a brow at Felix

“Oh she told me.” Felix said.

“So you believe anyone who tells you things?” Peter says as he folded his arms.

“Listen she can’t be worse than the lost boys.”

“Oh but she can poison me.” Peter looks into Felix eyes.

“You really think she’d do that?” Felix looked interested.

“Yes.” Peter looked around, then turned to Felix, “Alright, let her cook, but make sure you have an eye on her at all times, if she makes any suspicious moves put her to the cages right away.” he says.

“Good that.” Felix smiles.

About an hour later Felix came back to the camp and opened up your cage, you smiled and thanked him, you both waked to the kitchen and you quickly found your place, it was like you’ve been there forever.

You cooked a whole lot of food, chicken, rolls, even a cake for the birthday boy himself.

You felt good about yourself you cooked and baked, and it only took about 2 hours, but it felt good, to be doing something other than being stuck in a cage.

Peter let you stay out of the cage for his birthday, he was feeling nice tonight, so you all sat down and you got to get to know the lost boys, they were very funny and great boys, you wished you knew them sooner honestly.

You all waited for Peter’s arrival for he liked his lost boys to wait on him, no surprise.

He finally came out of the cabin, he had a crown and a scepter, you rolled your eyes, but clapped and cheered like everyone else.

“Your king has arrived, now lets celebrate!” he yelled

You guys played games like heads up 7 up, charades, never have I ever, and truth or dare. It was all fun and games until someone got too drunk, and the lost boys had to take care of him, most of the lost boys left and helped the poor guy, others just went to sleep, it was just you and Peter now, and it was honestly quite intimidating, but you would never let him know.

“So, are you ready to be my lost girl?” Peter said confidently.

“Hell no, are you ready to let me roam free on the island and do as I wish?” you say just as confidently back.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Tell me something.” he said as he swirled whatever was in is cup

“Tell you what.” you said sternly, not really a question, more of a answer

“Why do you do this?” He asked

“Do what?” you said a little confuse

“Try to act like someone you’re not.” He said as he said as he sipped his drink

“EXCUSE ME?” you yelled.

“I don’t like repeating myself dear.”

“How the hell do i try to act like someone I’m not?!” you continue to raise your voice

“The same reason you didn’t answer the first question I asked you.”

“I already denied your invitation to be your lost girl.” you said sternly

“That’s NOT the question I meant.” he stood up.

“What question?!” you yelled

“WHO ARE YOU?” he yelled

“I’m Y/n! There Are you happy? I’m Y/n a girl who’s lost-”

“No, no you’re not.” he said as he shook his head.

“What do you mean?” you whispered.

“You like to play this bad ass girl, the girl who is the leader of the group, the girl who takes no shit from no one right? The girl who is strong and independent, and what not.” Peter says, then his voice turns soft. “But you’re not, you’re the girl who is fucked up, who is constantly fidgeting with her fingers,  worried about what she looks like, worried about being perfect.”

“Screw you Peter!” You yell at him

“And yet you’re still not denying it.” he smirks and looks into your eyes.

“Oh like I don’t know who YOU are. You pretend to be this wanna be king, who is self centered and the world revolves around him, and everyone praises and loves him, who’s in charge , but the truth is you’re a stuck up little boy who is pissed off that he didn’t get his way so he moved to his own island to get what he wants!”

“Watch your mouth Y/n or-”

“Or what Peter?! Huh? You’re gonna throw me in the cages? Do it I dare you!” you push him , then he pushes you, you push him right back, you guys are inches away from each other, and just as you were about to walk away Peter pulls you in closer and kisses you.

Your eyes open wide but slowly closes as your lips and his melts into a heavenly feeling.

As you both break away from each other, he clicks his fingers and you’re in his bedroom.

As Peter brings you in closer and kisses your neck he starts to whisper dirty things into your ear, he kisses your neck as he pulls your hair. A moan he got out of you, which brought a smile to his mouth.

“Jump.” he says and you did, your legs wrapped around his torso, he brings you to his bed, and lays you down flat on his bad, he quickly gets on top of you and you start to run your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging, he bites your neck as you do so.

He starts to fondle with your breast, squeezing them, and rubbing your nipples til they’re as hard as they can get, he then puts one in his mouth and starts to suck and lick on one while still playing with the other.

Til you couldn’t take it anymore you finally shout out “OH PETER! I can’t take it anymore I want you.” you say

You could see his eyes and the excitement he had once he heard that.

He took ff your clothes and you took off his, he stood at your entrance and you were terrified, and he could tell.

“First time?” he asked

“Yes.” you said , embarrassed.

“It’s going to hurt, but I promise, I can make you feel good, you need to trust me”

“I trust you Peter.” you say with a smile.

Peter smiles and get’s on top of you, his hair is messy, he is sweaty, and his eyes are full of lust, you are excited,nervous, and in love, and thinking to think you’re just damn crazy.

As he entered you , you began to felt pain, you began to freak out and whine about it, Peter say and admittedly started kissing your forehead.

“Shh baby it’s okay, I got you.”

“It hurts Peer.” you say almost in tears.

“It’s going to love, trust me, bite my finger.”

You did as he said and bit his finger whenever you felt pain, sooner than later Peter was right, the pain did go away, and the pleasure began to kicked in.

Before you knew it you were screaming Peter’s name, and he was loving every second of it.

He was moving his hips side to side, grinding , riding, Peter was so gentle but rough all at once, he was like all you needed all in one. He cared about you, he cared about if he hurt you , he kept asking if you were okay, if you wanted him to slow down, it was like he wanted you to enjoy more than him, you mistook his sick twisted ways for what he really was.

You began to moan nothing into his ear, and barely even having the breath to say anything at all.

You grabbed his back and started digging your nails into it, making little droplets on is back, Peter didn’t mind, he loved it honestly, giving you the pleasure, he was glad to take the pain. He would suck on your neck making blue and purple marks, oh no, he wasn’t going to leave little red patches, he was making his territory known. He marked you up and down claiming you and wanting more.

“You, are mine, and mine alone.” he said as he gets a little sloppy on his hip movements, as were you getting a little knot in your stomach.

“Peter I’m gonna-”

“Me too.” he says.

You both come and he rides out your high, he kisses your fore head once again and rubs your face with his fingers softly, assuring you were okay.

He smiled at you and said “So , I have a question.”

“Yes I’ll be your lost girl.” you smiled

“No, not that.” he smiled

“What then?” you tilted your head.

“Will you be my queen of Neverland?” he smiled

“I will.” 

“Good, cause you had no choice.” 

You laughed and pushed him, he laughed as well.

Finally Peter had his queen, and you had your king.

You wanted me all to yourself. You wanted to own me. When I tried to live my life, you tightened your chokehold on it. Living for anyone but you was wrong. Trying to please anyone but you was wrong. So I didn’t, I tried to be right according to what you wanted. I told you where I was going and if you didn’t want me going I didn’t go. Out of fear, I poured all of my love into you until I was empty. When I had nothing left to pour, I carved out the insides of my heart to satisfy you. I gave you all of me, yet always felt like I was never enough. I was a helpless bird that knew about life outside of the cage but was taught not to want it. I was taught that it was wrong, but in the end, it wasn’t wrong. You were.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: A girl breaks up with her girlfriend due to being isolated by the relationship and fear from saying/doing something—anything “wrong” such as hanging out with a friend or forgetting to tell them they’re going to a store. And the feeling of never being enough and feeling helpless/hopeless.
Stuck in the Cage (With You)

Originally posted by supernatural-squadd

“You heard me just fine. My soul for Sam’s. Easy switcher-oo.” You clenched your jaw, impatient with how long the archangel was taking to think about the deal you were offering. Dean needed Sam back, you could see it. You weren’t as good of a hunter and both of your older brothers always tried to protect you, leaving room for silly mistakes to be made.  

Michael finally answered, “Fine.”

For as long as he took to make a decision he sure didn’t take his time to take action. Your ears popped and everything went black.

A boot nudged your ribs and you sat up to find yourself surrounded by thick, metal bars, looking up at the pure blue eyes of Lucifer himself.

“The youngest Winchester, how interesting.”

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Stars in the Night: Chapter 7

I enjoyed reading y’alls comments in the last chapter. I too was annoyed by Stella’s wavering emotions ehehe. I am really liking this chapter. It’s my favorite so far. I hope y’all feel the same way. Let me know your thoughts! Much love and enjoy!! <3

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Stella never often indulged herself with alcohol. She would treat herself to a beer every now and again, but never would she drink excessively. From time to time, her and Di would go out to a party with some old friends down at the local bar in Insomnia. She would take an occasional shot… but she would never find herself totally and completely wasted.

That was until she discovered the bar in Lestallum.

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Beauty and the Beast


  1. Can you do a Pan imagine based on the story beauty and the beast? Can you do it like she is replacing Henry (like how Belle replaces her dad). Pan and the reader hate each other at first, but then one day she try’s to run away but something bad happens to her, so Peter comes and saves her but he gets a little hurt during the process, so she takes care of it and then they start being nice to each other, and they soon fall in love? Love your work by the way!! 😘😘😘😘
  2. Hi, I’m the person who asked for the Beauty and the beast imagine, and I wanted to say something to add on to the story… So remember how I said that the reader tries to run away but she gets in this short of trouble, I was thinking like the “short of trouble” can be like how the story used wolves, so I also thought of you using wolves. But then I had another idea where instead of wolves it can be mermaids? (and I’m sorry if I already said something like that, I forget a lot)… 😅

Warnings: none


Originally posted by wallflower4lyf

Originally posted by ering46

Everything happened so fast. It was a blur to you almost. The screaming, the arguing. The cackle and sarcasm. The sass, the evil, the bad. There was no good. No good at all.

I’ll take Henry's place.” You had said amidst all the commotion. That got everyone to silence. “Henry’s just a boy. He still has a life to live. Take me instead.

Don’t be daft, Y/N. We’re not leaving anyone behind,” Regina furrowed her brows at you, but you had shaken your head.

No more arguing. I’ll replace Henry, and he will live. I’ll be okay. I promise.

Arguing did happen. But when Peter smirked and shoved Henry back to Emma and Regina, it went quiet again. He pulled you back so you were in his clutches. He agreed to trade. And after more convincing, the people of Storybrooke left. They knew Peter wasn’t going to give you back. They also knew you wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to Henry. 

So now you lived on Neverland. You slept in the cages, and if you caused any trouble, you’d be in the cages during the day. The only time you were allowed out of them was if Peter or a Lost Boy was with you. You weren’t allowed to be by yourself unless changing, using the restroom, or bathing. But even then, someone was close-by to make sure you didn’t try to make a run for it.

You hated it. You hated it all. You no longer had freedom. You hated Peter and you hated his Lost Boys. You hated everything. But you always reminded yourself that this was so Henry could stay safe.

You breathed hard as you ran. You were getting off the island. As you were changing, instead of putting on the usual summer dress, you stole a pair of Peter’s clothes. They were baggy and big on you, but you made it work. You grabbed some twine to hold his pants up on your body, and you tucked in the shirt so it wouldn’t get caught as easily. You put on your regular shoes, which was old Converse.

Though you stopped. Something caught your eye. A beautiful and perfect red rose. There was only one. It was full and healthy, looking perfect. It was big and beautiful. You’d never seen anything like it. You were so captivated by it that you never took the chance to realize that it was out of place. It wasn’t in the forest, it was blooming out from the sand. Right where the water started at a particular lagoon.

You walked up to it, reaching out. This rose couldn’t be real. Nothing could ever be so perfect. “Look at you…” you whispered to yourself, trying to capture your breath.

“So elegant…” you said in total awe. You couldn’t think of anything else. The beauty of this flower drew you in, and you had no idea of it. You forgot what your mission was, forgot that people were after you, forgot that you hated this place.

Things happened in a blur. It was so fast, so sudden, you didn’t have time to react at all. Something wet grabbed your wrist and pulled you in. They pulled you in the water. You screamed, but it got choked from water entering your mouth. You inhaled, taking in water. You struggled as you couldn’t cough since your face was underwater. But you squirmed and wiggled out of whoever’s grasp and swam up to the surface. You chocked and gasped for air, coughing up water. You choked and choked, feeling as if you’d throw up the salty water.

“Pan!” You shouted. “Peter, hel–” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you were dragged back down again. Then it hit you.


Mermaids were dragging you down to the bottom of this lagoon. They were going to drown you. You fell under their trap, and now you were paying the cost. You kicked and flailed your limbs as best as you could under the water. There were at least three of them trying to hold you down. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold your breath much longer.

But then a new pair of hand grabbed you. The mermaids hissed and screamed their deadly siren. They scratched and clawed at whoever had you now. Your eyes were shut as you were losing consciousness. Though once you felt the crisp air hit your skin, you coughed. You coughed once and that was it.

You could feel your body being rested on the lukewarm sand. “Come on!” A voice said. “Wake up–argh.” The person was hurt. Though it was Peter. Peter saved you? And he was hurt? No, this was Peter Pan. Peter Pan heals instantly after getting injured. 

“Y/N, I need you to wake up, so wake up!” He said, his face close to yours, as you could feel his breath. Then you started coughing again. You coughed more than once, water coming up. Your eyes snapped open as you turned so you could let the water fall onto the ground next to you. You gasped for air desperately, tears brimming your eyes from the harsh coughing. 

“Oh my God, what the hell?” You said once you caught your breath. You turned to Peter. He had nasty nail marks from the mermaids on multiple areas. A few on his arms, two red lines on his cheek, and one on his side where his shirt was torn.

“What in God’s name are you doing in my clothes! How dare you try to steal something from me, and then try to run away!” Peter scolded you, fire in his voice.

“Peter, you’re hurt.”Was all you could muster up to say. “Why aren’t you healing like you usually do?”

You were actually concerned. You weren’t evil or mean like Peter. And you may have hated his guts, but he was hurt. That worried you.

Peter sighed. “The mermaids hold a poison in their nails that my magic can’t heal.”

Your eyes went wide. You moved a little too quickly, losing your balance a bit. Peter steadied you, but you looked at him. Concern washed all over you. You inspected his wounds more closely, seeing that on the outline of the torn skin was a glittering blue. It was faint, and you had to be paying very close attention to it, but it was there. That was the poison from the mermaids’ nails. 

“Peter, you need help. It’s going to get infected if that poison settles in, and you could die.” You panicked a little, but tried your best to stay as calm as possible.

“I’m going to be–ah, Christ,” he hissed as his wounds began to sting a little more.

Peter,” you said more seriously. 

“Fine, fine!” He whined. He swirled his hand, making supplied appear beside you.

Both you and Peter were dripping wet. The salt water was stinging Peter’s injuries, making him feel worse. Though he tried his best not to let it show. The faint blue on the outer wounds was dimming, meaning it was seeping inside his body. 

You cleaned the few scratches on his arms. There was a special kind of glass bottle that read Mermaid Cin. That must’ve been the medicine to cure the poison. You weren’t sure, but you dabbed it on his arms with a rag. He hissed, but was fine nonetheless. 

“Lay down on your side. I need to get that one,” you looked at the worst one. It was on his side, and it was the deepest one. His blood stained the torn pieces of his tunic, more blue surrounding the slice.

“Ow! Watch it!” Peter squirmed and whined and hissed. 

“Shut up, Peter,” you snapped. “This is what happens when you mess with mermaids.”

“No, this is what happens when you try to escape, and fall for a stupid mermaid trap!” He retorted.

“You’re impossible! If you didn’t keep me so cooped up, then maybe I wouldn’t have ran off! Now sit still or I’ll make sure this hurts a lot more than necessary.”

He glared at you, but you ignored him. You dabbed the rag soaked in Mermaid Cin on his side. He seethed and whimpered, and grounded down on his teeth. You looked at it afterwards, seeing that the blue was no longer visible. His wound started to slowly heal up with his magic.

“See? Not so bad. Now sit up. I need to take care of the two on your cheek.”

Peter did as told. You scooted closer to him, checking his cheek. Not as much blue poison, but it was there. You got closer to Peter, face-to-face with him. You turned his head so you could see his cheek. He grumbled at your touch, hating that he needed to be taken care of.

“I don’t understand why you care so much,” he muttered.

“Because I’m a worrier, Peter.”

“And you keep calling me Peter! When did that become a thing?” He was so grumpy. 

You dabbed the cloth on his cheek, and he did the same whimpering. You rolled your eyes as you finished up. Hit cuts started to heal instantly, proving that you got all the poison. 

“There,” you whispered. Peter turned his face towards you, not expecting you to still be so close. Both your eyes went wide. “And to answer your question… I don’t know. It kind of just keeps slipping.”

“I like it,” Peter said.

You didn’t know how to reply. You only stared at him, still so close. Your heart started to race, your breathing becoming shallow. You were nervous. Heat rose to your cheeks. Peter started to lean in, but you panicked and turned your head. You stood up.

“Let’s get back to camp.” You simply said, reaching for his hand. Peter nodded, not saying a word. He took your hand.


A couple days passed, and things changed. Peter was acting nicer to you. Way nicer. He was letting you sleep outside the cages and in your own personal room. It had a real bed, too. And the Lost Boys weren’t watching your every move. Peter was giving you more freedom.

But then… then one night. After you had just enjoyed wild dancing and eating with everyone, you went back to your personal tent. Inside was an elegant golden dress. It reminded you so much of Belle from Beauty and the Beast. It was your favorite fairytale, and Peter knew that. It was poofy and gold. It had ruffles, and was made of the best fabrics. 

Try it on, and then come outside. I want to see -Peter

You smiled at the simple note he left in his neat handwriting. You put it on, and it was much easier than expected. Once on, you walked outside. All the Lost Boys were elsewhere, but Peter was standing right there. He was in a nice outfit, too. When he saw you, he walked right up to you. He grabbed your hands gently.

“My, you look ravishing.”

Take You to Paradise Pt.2 (Saeran x reader)

“Are you okay?” She recognised his voice. It was the stranger she met at a bar a couple of weeks ago. “Have you changed your mind, doll?” She didn’t flinch when she heard his voice or try to run away from him. She simply looked at him; tears burned her eyes and her lower lip trembled. “Don’t cry, doll. Come with me, I’ll take you to paradise.” He offered her a smile.

“Why… why do you keep following me?” She sobbed. During those few weeks, he had been following her. No matter where she went: the park, a bar, college, her workplace, he was always there simply staring at her until she noticed him. Then, he would smile and walk away. It was as if he was making sure that she was okay. “What do you want from me?” The (h/c) girl rubbed her eyes with her hands wiping away the tears that were coursing down her cheeks.

“I told you before, didn’t I? I want to take you to a place free from all the sorrow and pain.” A bitter laugh escaped from her lips. She looked around. It was dark and there was no one in the park. It was just the two of them.

“Don’t cry, princess.” He stuck his hand into his jacket pocket looking for something. “Here, have a tissue.” The white haired man handed her a minty scented paper tissue.

The kindness in his voice brought more tears to her eyes. She stood up and in one swift motion, she grabbed him by his black jacket and nuzzled her face into his chest, making him flinch. He was not used to that kind of human contact. However, he didn’t push her way.
When he heard her sobs and felt the wetness from her tears through his tank top, he placed his right hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer to him with his left hand, that was around her back, in an awkward embrace. He couldn’t stand seeing her like that but he didn’t know what to do to console her, so he simply rubbed his thumb on her back in a soothing manner.

“I doubt there’s such place like that.” She mumbled into his chest after she calmed down.

“But there is, princess. And I’ll be glad to show it to you when you are ready… I won’t take you by force. I can’t take you by force.” He mumbled the last part. “If you come with me you’ll forget about all this pain and you’ll be happy, doll, I promise.” He whispered and hugged her tightly. “I’ll be good to you. I’ll treat you like a princess.” He rested his head on hers.

She sighed in defeat. It didn’t matter how hard she tried, the pain wouldn’t go away. She knew that she’d always feel that way as long as she was part of that person’s life. She had tried to change, to keep her emotions caged but that wasn’t working so well.

“Okay, I’ll go with you.” Her reply came out in a soft whisper.

“I knew it!” He chuckled happily. “You are quite similar to me. This is exciting. But… are you completely sure you want to come with me?” She nodded. (y/n) knew that if he were a dangerous man, he would have taken her by force to that place a long time ago. But he didn’t. She was the one choosing to go with him.

“Yes, I’m sure.” She pulled away from the hug to look at him in the eyes.

“Good.” He gave her a closed eyes smiled. “Now, let’s go… I’ll be nice. I’m a much better person than him.” He extended his hand to her and she took it gingerly. His hand felt warm against her skin. It was a nice feeling and she couldn’t help but smile.

“I’ll go with you but you have some things to explain to me… Who is he?” She raised an eyebrow. He handed her the tissue and she wiped the tears that were staining her face after mumbling a ‘thank you’.

“He… One day I’ll tell you about him. I don’t want to speak about that person, now.” He explained with downcast eyes.

“Okay. Then, tell me what your name is. You already know mine so it’s only fair…” She made a gesture with her hands.

“I’m Saeran.” There was a ghost of a smile on his face.

“Saeran.” The (h/c) girl repeated his name softly.

“Yes?” She shook her head.

“Let’s be happy, Saeran.” She smiled at him. “Together.” He smiled back.

“You know, you can be very possessive of me. You don’t have to change that about you. I’ll act the same way towards you, anyway~” He smiled wickedly and she let out an airy laugh.

“So~ I’ll be your assistant?” (y/n) asked curiously.

“No. I have other plans for you, love~,” He said, playing with her hair with his free hand. A shiver ran down her back at his husky tone. She was curious and excited at the same time. For some reason, she felt that she could be herself around Saeran and she was delighted with it. She wouldn’t have to cage her emotions anymore.

Author’s note: Hi, lovelies~ :3

Here’s the final part, lovelies.
I hope you enjoyed~! :D

 Mystic Messenger © Cheritz
 Saeran © Cheritz

Pt. 1

IIHeart In A CageIIGroup Ensemble
  • @The Church: April 16th around noon
  • Sam: was sitting in the dressing room collecting his private thoughts as everyone else was getting ready. This should be one the most happiest days of his life. He was getting ready to get married to his best friend. But yet all he could really think about was Mercedes and how badly he hurt her. The memory of him telling Mercedes how he never loved her was running through his mind like a movie that was repeat. He winced at the thought of the hurt he cause her written on her face. “I'm sorry Cedes” he mumbled to himself. Even though he killed him to hurt her the way he did. He thought he was doing what was best for her. He didn't deserve her or her heart and that was the truth. He leaned back against his seat, praying to god that he could get through this. After all he really did love Mila, and he just wanted to get through this without hurting her too. He smiled softly at the thought of her thinking how great.
  • Presley: finished fixing his tie as he walked over toward his best friend. He had told himself that even though he was back he wasn't going to come to this disastrous of a wedding. Especially after Sam told him everything that had been happening with him and Mercedes. He wasn't surprised that Sam and Mercedes was sleeping together again. It was bound to happen and he definitely wasn't surprised that Sam was still in love with Mercedes again. Yes he bugged him at first because he is just now getting over Mercedes. But at the same time he knew that Sam was never truly over Mercedes. Which is why he tried like hell to get Sam to call this wedding off. But Sam explained to him why he couldn't and yes Presley that it was complete bullshit and a cope out. He still wanted to be there to support his best friend, even though he is really begging a damn ass right now. He watched his best friend for a moment before walking over to him. He sat in the chair across from Sam and sighed. Even though Sam was smiling like an idiot he knew his friend mind were somewhere else.“You know you could always cancel this bs and tell Mila the truth and go get Mercedes! Tell her the truth!”he whispered looking around as all the other guys were getting ready. “You should be happy right now! Not feeling as if you are FORCED to go through with this.” He shrugged earning an eye roll from Sam “Look I know you love Morgan… but let's be real you love Mercedes and you always will” he whispered.
Always Him

Yay! I’m so happy requests are open, you are the best criminal minds writers out there! Could you possibly write something where the reader doesn’t work FBI and she and reid are married and have a kid and they are very happy until one day she gets kidnapped while reid is out of town on a case but for some reason the kidnapper didnt take their kid and so the gang needs to find her while reid has to stay strong for their son? Sorry, for some reason this scenario has been stuck in my head

Oh my gosh.  Thank you.  Thank you so much.  I can most certainly do this, except I’m gonna make it their daughter, if you don’t mind!  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

As Spencer barges through the open front door, his heart plummets to his knees when he hears his little baby crying in her crib.

Running into her nursery, he scoops up the little girl in his arms as he holds her close, feeling the top of her soft spot as J.J. runs in behind him with a bottle.

“How long?” she huffs as Spencer takes the bottle from her.

“By the feel of the dip, two-”

Spencer couldn’t say it.

“We’ll find her,” J.J. reassures him.

But all he could do was look down at his little girl, and realize that she had your eyes.

It was cold.

It was cold, and it was dark, and you hurt.

You cracked the top of your head on the metal of the cage as the stench of your urine filled your nostrils.

No one knew you were gone.

And he was coming back soon.

“Hey, Spence,” Prentiss coos as she walks through the front door.

“Any progress?” he asks as he whips around towards the door.

His eyes were sunken in, and they were redder and puffier than normal.  His little girl was asleep with her cheek against his chest, and he was trying to keep from crying as the look of pity rose behind his colleague’s eye.

“I need to get to the office,” Spencer mumbles as he strides over to his go-bag.

“You,” Prentiss says as she reaches out and grabs his arm, “need to stay here and take care of Olivia.”

“But Y/N is missing!” Spencer whispers harshly as Olivia grunts in his arms.  “I can help.”

“Olivia needs you,” she says.

“And I need Y/N!” he roars.

It was then that the little girl began wailing in his arms from being startled awake.

“It’s ok, sweetheart.  Ssssshhhhh…daddy’s sorry,” he coos into the little girl’s ear.

You hurt.

You hurt, and you ached, and you were tired of feeding yourself off of the blood dripping from your lip.

You didn’t know why this was happening.  You didn’t know if it was because someone was targeting Spencer.  You didn’t know if you fit whatever a profile was, or if this was all a ruse to get to Olivia.

You began sobbing her name as the man walks back into the room.

“Noooooo…” you groan as he unlocks the cage.

“No!  Please!” you roar as your broken and bleeding nails drag along the floor.

But as he wraps his hands around your ankles and drags you from your cage, you are reminded once again who is the stronger one.

And it was always him.

When your eyes fluttered open, the searing stench of disinfectant wafted through your nostrils as you attempted to shoot your eyes open.

But you couldn’t get them open, and you panicked.

Rearing up as you realize there is no cage holding you back, you swing your legs around just as you feel two strong pairs of hands on your body.

“Lay back down, Mrs. Reid,” a voice coos.

“You’re in the hospital.  You’re alright,” another one adds.

But your mind was whirling, and this was your chance.

Your chance to get back to Olivia.

“Get off of me!” you roar as you drop to your feet.

You scramble upright as those same pairs of hands hold you back, your voice screeching through the room you couldn’t see as your lips scream the names of the family you longed to hear again.



But you felt a sense of numbness take over…

…and soon, the darkness did, as well.

As Spencer sits there, with Olivia cradled close to his body, he watches you stir once more as he leans over and dips his lips into your ear.

“Listen to the sound of my voice,” he begins as he watches the shock roll over your face, “we found you.  You are in a hospital.  Olivia and I are here, and you are going to be alright.”

“S-…Spen-…-cer…?” you choke out as tears painfully rush down your cheeks.

“Yeah…” he chokes out as he gives a strained chuckle.  “Yeah, I’m here.  We-…we’re both here.”

And as you feel Olivia curl her small hand around your index finger, all of you sobbed together in the darkened hospital room as the nurse waited outside, giving you time before she came in and took your vitals.

Thank you, Sammy. Finale.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Pairing: DeanxReader
Word count: 978
Warnings: Angst

It turned out that there was a nest of vampires taking the kids. They had them locked up in a basement. The three of you whipped through as many as you could. You were breathing heavy, sweating, bleeding in a few spots, and your muscles were starting to throb. Pushing through, you could hear the kids screaming in the basement. Being the closest, you took out two to get to the basement door and ran down the stairs.

Seeing the kids, all huddled together, dirty, and cold made your blood boil. The youngest looked like they were only about four. “It’s okay, kids. I’m the good guy. We’re going to get you home safe, okay?” You said, slowly approaching the door to the cell they were being held in. “My friends and I are getting rid of the bad guys. Are any of you hurt?”

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Bullied (Newt)

{Requested by @urmychilicheesecake}

Request/description: Hello!! So my birthday is on Friday & I wanted to request a newt x reader where she comes up in the cage & everyone is mean & pushes her around, but then they start to feel bad (mostly gally) & then newt comforts her or whatever u want in the end♡♡♡

A/N: 🎉🎊I hope you have a WONDERFUL birthday!! 🎉🎊

Warnings: Somewhat verbal bullying

Word count: 1079


From the moment he grabbed you out of the Box, you knew things were about to go downhill. A boy named Gally snickered at you, sized you up and muttered comments to the other Gladers. You folded your arms and waited to be told what you were doing here in this strange place with no memory.

“Where am I? What is this place?” You desperately hoped someone would be kind enough to give you answers instead of staring at you like a piece of meat.

But they didn’t tell you. Most of the boys just whistled or stared at you in disbelief. Some laughed, like Gally did.

Someone named Winston winked at you and made a kissy-face. You were repulsed.

“Hey Sweetheart! What’s a little thing like you doin’ here?” One laughed. “Grievers’ll eat you up in a second!”

The rest of the boys followed in mean comments, some sarcastic or even degrading. You’d about had enough when someone stepped to the front of the crowd.

“Hey hey hey, what’s going on here?” The boy was blonde with a cute accent. British, you thought.

He takes in the scene, looking as surprised as the others that you were there. At least you were the only one that thought it was weird you were the only girl.

“Glades got a new Greenie!” Someone told him. “Looks like she’ll be a Slopper in the next week, if not dead.”

“What?” You croak. Your heart stopped. Did he just threaten you? Then you see his smug expression flicker to the gigantic wall caging you in. His smile fades. Was there someone out there that would kill you? Something?

The British boy folds his arms. “Did no one ever teach you slintheads how to treat a lady?”

“Not like we could remember if they did, Newt,” Gally laughs.

Newt frowned. “I think it’d be common sense anyways, don’t you?”

Gally falls silent and Newt stares at the other snickering boys. Some gestured to you, making small comments that you couldn’t hear.

Your heads pounding now, racing with thoughts you were sure you couldn’t think of without the help of the boys surrounding you. You were an object to them, and that made you angry. Your eyes teared up and you pushed your lips tightly together. You wouldn’t cry in front of them.

Newts arguing with Gally and the other boys now, threatening to throw them in a pit or something. You didn’t care. Their raised voices blurred around you as you breathed heavier. You had to get out of here.

You make a run for it, pushing past a yelling Gally and towards the cover of the woods. You saw no other way out of the tall looming walls, so maybe there was somewhere in here you could be alone.

Shouts are behind you, followed by thudding footsteps. You definitely weren’t faster than them, sadly. A boys arms curled around you and caged you in as you kicked.

“Let go of me!” you screech. You considered biting him but decided it was useless.

By the time Gally and Newt stepped in front of you, a traitor tear had escaped your eye. You slump against the boy who held you and saw Gallys face fall.

“I-” Gally starts but Newt stops him with a cold glare.

“You’ve done enough,” he mutters to Gally and steps up to you. “Come on, I’ll take you to your new room.”

The boy releases you and Gallys hand slides down your arm as you walk. “Greenie…”

You keep walking though, not necessarily wanting to stay for the next comment to come out of his mouth. You’d had enough for today.

Newt took you to a comfortably small room and got you some spare clothes. You said nothing but pulled your knees up to your chest once you settled on the bed. You stared ahead and rested your chin on the tops of your knees.

Newt was about to leave, but bit his lip and stepped back into the room.

“Listen, Greenie,” he says unsurely. “They…don’t mean it. They’re actually good guys once you get to know them.”

Your mouth gives him a false smile and he can tell. He settles further back on the bed next to you. “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that and I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you whisper and your voice cracks. Newts face cringes at the hurt in your voice.

“No, it’s not. And I’ll throw every one of those idiots into the pit if I have to.”

You let out a small laugh at this and Newts mouth curls a little into a half smile.

“You have a nice laugh,” he says gently.

Automatically your cheeks go hot and you know they’re a glowing red. “Thank you.”

Newt sits with you for what has to be an hour, telling you all sorts of buzzard things about this place you were in. Grievers? What was a WICKED?

Before you knew what he was doing, you were laughing hard enough you threw your head back. It only dawned on you later that he was trying to comfort you. You couldn’t be more grateful that there was someone like him in the Glade.

Once he leaves and you’re debating whether or not to take a shower or go to sleep, someone knocks on the door softly. You invite them in, assuming it was Newt who forgot something.

But it was Gally.

Your entire body tenses up and readies itself for the hurtful comments that he’d spray at you like he did earlier. But…there was something different about him now. He looked regretful, and apologetic.

“I wanted to say sorry,” he says awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck. “I should’ve realized how confusing it all must’ve been for you and then for me to push you around like that wasn’t fair. So yeah….I’m sorry. And I’ll make sure no one does it anymore.”

Your body relaxes and you take a deep breath. He’s steps out the door but you call him back in. “Gally?”

“Yeah?” he says and leans into your room.

“It’s okay. And thank you.”

He furrows his eyebrows. “For what?”


Gally looks down and back up again, nods slowly, and leaves. You smile to yourself. Maybe your first day was a bad one, but you felt like maybe one day you could even fit in with some of the boys here.

Maybe you could belong.

In Your Dreams, Princess: A Throne of Glass Series Short Story~Part 6

Here it is, finally, after so many weeks of me not publishing anything. The writer’s block has been unreal lately.

I blame school.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy where this story is going. It is, in fact, coming to a close. There may be one or two parts after this one.



“—and be sure to do your part. For our Queen.” Rowan Whitethorn only caught the ending of Lorcan’s laboriously long and entirely unnecessary instructions regarding the mission they were due to embark on. 

“Honestly, Lorcan,” said one of the members of his cadre, Gavriel, “You give us the same speech every time we go on a mission. Hell, you still badger the twins about when they ought to take baths.”

Lorcan’s lip twitched ever so slightly. “They’re still boys,” was all he said.

“They’re nearly two-hundred and fifty years old,” Gavriel defended with an incredulous look about him.

Lorcan sheathed his bow and more than a few knives before turning his back to the two men. 

“They’re still boys,” he repeated. Rowan just shook his head, inspecting each of his weapons and asked, “So what’s the plan of action, exactly?”

“Gavriel, I want you and I to travel on the ground. Rowan, I want you in the air. You know the rest.”

“What about when we arrive?”

Lorcan glanced back at them once. “Worry about that when we get there.” He said nothing more before shifting into his animal form. He was off, faster than lightning and did not look back to see if the other two Fae warriors were following him.

With a weary sidelong glance at Rowan, Gavriel followed suit and dashed to catch up with their leader. Rowan could not help but think that there was one good thing coming out of this, at least. 

He couldn’t help the feeling of elation that bubbled up in his chest as he changed into his hawk form and shot up into the sky. There was always a feeling of freedom when Rowan flew. 

He tucked his wings into his sides, diving nose-down towards the ground and releasing an ominous cry. At the last minute, he opened his wings again and flew. Up, up, up he went until even Gavriel and Lorcan were nothing more but tiny specs beneath him.


“Celaena, you won’t even be truly partaking in the night’s festivities,” Nehemia, the devastatingly gorgeous Princess of Eyllwe scolded her friend. Celaena Sardothien, Adarlan’s most notorious assassin, held up another cloak. This one was a midnight blue, nearly black in color with a deep colored maroon piping around the hem and hood of it.

“I quite like this one. What do you think?” Celaena continued as if she had not heard her friend. When Nehemia merely folder her arms across her chest and arched a brow, she sighed. “What? You never know just whom you could meet at a festival. Besides,” Aelin slipped the cloak on, tying it about her neck, “one must always be fashionable. Even if it is for just a few moments.”

“I can’t say I disagree,” Nehemia closed the book she had previously been reading. “But I can’t help but wonder if you’re going through all this trouble for a certain prince we both know…”

“I really do wish you’d go about your own business.” But even as Celaena said the words, she could not fight back a smile at the thought of Dorian. “Anyway, Dorian and I’s relationship is strictly professional. He is the Crown Prince of Adarlan, no matter how much I wish to ignore it and absolutely despise the title, it’s the truth. It’s against the rules for us to have anything other than a mutual respect of each other.”

“Good thing you always damn the rules and do what you want.”

If only that were true, Celaena thought. But she merely plastered on a smile and gestured for Nehemia to hand her her boots. 

“I wish I could go with you, Elentiya,” Nehemia said so softly, it was nearly a whisper. In those words were all the longing Celaena knew all too well. The desire to be free and do as you wish, to not feel so very much like a bird trapped in a cage. 

Celaena finished tying her left boot and came to sit beside her dear friend on the bed. Nehemia rested her head in Celaena’s lap and she could not help playing with the beautiful braids adorning her head. 

“One day, Nehemia. I promise. We will go to a festival. We will dance until our feet are red and aching; we will laugh until our stomach’s pain us; gorge ourselves on the food until we are fat as a rich man. One day you will be free. I know you will.”

A look Celaena could not decipher passed behind the princess’ eyes. The look was gone so quickly, however; replaced with a smile and an eagerness that nearly overwhelmed her.

“I look forward to that day. Until then, you must have all the fun for me.” Nehemia paused. “Don’t let me keep you! I believe His Highness is waiting for you.”

At that precise moment, a knock sounded and Celaena did not need to look to know that Dorian would be standing there, probably looking more handsome than all the previous times she’d seen him.

The assassin placed one more knife in each of her boots before leaving a swift kiss to her friend’s cheek.

“I’ll be sure to tell you all about it when I return,” she said in parting. Nehemia smiled at her just as Celaena exited her bedroom.

What the young assassin did not see, however, was how her beloved friend’s lips turned to a frown, deep lines between her furrowed brows as she whispered, “ Kuwa salama, Elentiya. Huenda miungu kuangalia juu yenu.” 


Rowan, Lorcan, and Gavriel had stopped only once during their long excursion for a quick snack and plenty of water and then it was back to the skies. 

He had to admit that he had not a clue as to what they were going to be doing once they got to Adarlan. Rowan had, however, heard rumours of there being absolutely no magic there, which he had to admit worried him a great deal. He had never been to a place where he would not be able to change into his animal form or have no use of his Fae senses.

Rowan was beginning to see the many trees and plains of grass give way to buildings and a strikingly large palace that winked at them. They had arrived.

Lorcan bellowed a terrible snarl, signalling for Rowan to come down and join them. It took great strength for him to return to his Fae form; everything in him was screaming to fly. Fly forever. Fly until he was certain his wings would fall off. 

Alas, he landed beside Gavriel and transformed back so that his wings and feathers were replaced with powerful, toned arms and long, deft fingers. Both of Rowan’s companions were stretching out muscles that they had been using since early this morning. 

It was now evening, the sun just beginning to set. And even Rowan had to admit that, as the sun was sinking into the horizon, the vivid blues and whites of the sky turning to majestic purples and oranges and pinks, it was absolutely breathtaking. 

“The rumours you’ve heard are true,” Lorcan announced. “There is no magic inside the walls of Adarlan. There has not been for many, many years now. We will not have use of our Fae senses, nor will we be able to change into our animal forms. We must be careful and tread lightly. We do not wish to cause any unexpected attention to come our way.”

Gavriel and Rowan nodded silently before following Lorcan. The entrance to Adarlan was quick as someone met them on the very outskirts where they changed into less conspicuous clothing and switched from travelling on foot to in a two-horse drawn carriage. 

It was cramped, to say the least. None of the men included in the cadre were small, each of the no shorter than six feet. Their guide, whom was dressed in entirely black clothing was  a bulky man with thinning reddish hair, crimson cheeks, a sandy mustache, and obsidian eyes. There was something about those eyes, a glint in them, perhaps, that caused Rowan to be exceedingly aware of his presence at all times. 

None of them talked during their ride. In fact, Rowan did nothing but stare at the spot above their guide’s head until he felt the carriage come to a stop. It wasn’t a long journey,  but they had barely rolled to a stop before Rowan hopped out. In front of him stood a very inconspicuous house in an even more inconspicuous neighborhood. The lawn out front was a rich green with flowers popping up in seemingly random spots. The house itself had many windows and a balcony on the topmost floor. There was only one way to get in—from the outside at least—and their mysterious guide took out a key from his pocket and promptly twisted it in the lock. He gestured for them to enter.

Rowan quickly surveyed his surroundings, Gavriel doing the same with a skeptic eye. Lorcan, however, was chatting lowly with their host. Both their voices were muted by the sound of the crackling fireplace. Rowan realized that if he had his Fae hearing, he would have been able to hear their conversation. 

His knuckles tightened; his jaw clenched in frustration.

“We’ll rest here for the night.” Lorcan turned to the two other men and inclined his head towards the stairs. “Both your rooms are upstairs. I trust you can find them yourselves.”

Apparently, Lorcan was not going to be joining them. 

As he was climbing the stairs, Rowan became aware of the fact that their guide had not once spoken directly to him. In fact, Rowan did not know what the man even sounded like for he always spoke in whispered tones.

Gavriel and his companion parted ways to their own separate sleeping quarters without so much as a glance in the others direction.

Exhausted from the day, Rowan had barely rid himself of his clothing before dumping himself onto the bed that creaked underneath his weight.

In moments, he was dragged into a deep slumber. 


Rowan opened his eyes and was startled at the familiarly unfamiliar gold-ringed blue ones that greeted him. They were wide and framed with thick, blond lashes and were gazing at him with an emotion Rowan could not quite decipher.

Her hand reached up between them; she gently placed it on his cheek, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the tattoos that decorated half his face before hers tilted up and her mouth was on his. 

It seemed to be instinct for him to lean into her touch and though he was certain their lips had never met before, they moved together like old dance partners. Rowan did not know what came over him, but before he could stop himself his hand was cradling the small of her back and she was straddling his lap.

Fire coursed through his veins as she pressed a gentle kiss to the curve of his neck. The sonorous growl that elicited from the back of his throat caused gooseflesh to appear on her flawless skin. 

Everything about her came rushing at him. The curve of her lips; the smoothness of her skin; the light in her eyes; the smell of lavender that seemed to envelop her whole person. The way she clung to him as if she was drowning and he was air, but somehow they were not close enough. 

Suddenly, she trapped his face between her hands. The panic in her eyes sent his heart galloping faster and he found himself about to ask what could possibly be wrong when she whispered, “Come find me, Rowan.”

“Wha—” She cut him off, repeating her words from before and all Rowan could wonder was how. How was he to find her? 




When Rowan awoke, he was sweating and gasping and helplessly confused and a bit self-conscious of the fact that his body seemed to have reacted to the dream he had just woken out of. The covers were thrown in a heap upon the ground, as were a few of his pillows. Without a second thought, he grabbed his clothes from earlier and threw them on.

With stealth that could only have been perfected over years and years and years, he exited his room, creeped down the stairs, and was out the door. Rowan lifted the hood of his cloak and began walking the streets of a place that was totally unfamiliar to him.

And yet strangely, there was something about Adarlan…something that called to him as if he had been here before. The wind, he realized in astonishment. It spoke to him, whispering ‘welcome back’ on his cheeks, though he had certainly never been here before.

As he continued to walk, Rowan’s ears picked up a sound…music. And people. A few moments later, he could smell food. His stomach chastised him; he had not eaten before he’d gone to bed and was now paying the price for it.

It did not take long for him to stumble upon a type of festival that was going on in Adarlan. Everyone was dressed strangely; Rowan saw one woman in a cat-like get up; one man dressed comically like a pirate; another like a court jester. 

Atleast he wouldn’t be in danger of sticking out. 

Rowan scowled as a woman came up to him and strung colorful beads around his neck. She smiled up at him, obviously hoping that he’d take some interest in her as she leaned in closely to speak above the music. She was dressed scandalously as a…well, Rowan could not entirely tell but whatever it was, he was sure that the amount of flesh she was showing was entirely unnecessary. 

“Are you enjoying the festival?” She asked. Rowan ignored her. With a wicked twist to her lips, she took one of his hands and began dragging him over to a cart. “You look like a man who needs a drink,” she said.

Before he could stop her, she was winking at the merchant and handing Rowan a mug filled with a chilled beverage; whisky, by the smell of it. The woman took one for herself and was already chugging hers down.

She turned a speculative eye to him, clearly admiring his intimidating presence. Rowan could practically hear her devilish and inappropriate thoughts.

“Now I’ve paid for that drink so you may as well drink up.” She took another sip of her drink.

“I don’t drink.”

She rolled her eyes, clearly not believing him but she took his drink from his hands and began sipping on it. Rowan noticed she had already downed hers and she was beginning to sway dangerously to one side.

It was then that Rowan truly regretted leaving his room. 


“—, everyone dresses up in ridiculous costumes and gets drunk, so we shouldn’t have to worry about getting recognized,” Dorian explained.

Celaena nodded in understanding. “So where, exactly, is the Hall of Restricts located? Is it far?”

“No, not at all. My father wanted it far enough away that no one would stumble upon it, but close enough that he could get to it quickly should need be.Definitely nothing Adarlan’s Assassin can’t handle.” He nudged her shoulder, but Celaena did not smile. Dorian took notice. “What’s wrong? Is it something I’ve said?”

 “It’s not you, it’s just…” Celaena paused as they rounded a corner and entered a dark alleyway. Hearing something from further down, she pressed a finger to her lips, signalling for him to be quiet. A small dagger appeared in her hands. She pressed Dorian against the wall behind them just as a man appeared. He was holding a mug of ale, clearly drunk. He didn’t even flinch when Celaena brought the dagger to his throat.

“Wow,” he slurred. “Thas’a nice cossssume you gothere.”

Celaena heard Dorian snicker behind her. 

She sheathed the dagger, pulling Dorian along and leaving the helplessly drunk man in the alley. 

They exited the alleyway and came out in the middle of Adarlan’s Square. There was more music and food and dancing and people than Celaena could ever have imagined there being in one place. She was completely awestruck; it had been forever since she’d seen something like this.

“Would you like to dance?” Celaena locked eyes with Dorian and found him offering her his hand. 

“But what about—”

“We’ll still have time to search The Hall,” he assured with a smile. “Besides, it’s been forever since I’ve been able to dance without a dozen girls trying to throw themselves at me.”

Celaena grinned and placed her hand in his. 


“Would you like to dance?”

Rowan had just gotten rid of Drunk Girl #2 when another feminine voice approached him. He was about to whip around and sternly tell her all the things he had had to repeat what felt like a thousand times. 

No, he did not want to dance.

No, he did not want a drink.

No, he would not accompany her to a dark alley or her home or her carriage.

Yes, he was certain.

But this time when he turned around, he was startled to find that the girl that had approached him was dressed simple, but fashionable blue dress and white gloves. Her big brown eyes met his gaze unflinchingly, yet her posture suggested she was quite shy and quiet. Both those eyes…they were something entirely different; owners of having seen things a person should never have to, of having experienced things that would cripple your average person. 

It was something about her quiet strength that had him agreeing before he could truly think about it.

They were swept up into the flurry of people dancing to the flutes and violins and wind and crickets that all came together to compose a song that was strikingly mellifluous. 

“I can’t help but notice that you don’t quite seem to be enjoying yourself,” her quiet voice observed. 

Rowan found himself responding. “Well, I’m not usually one to partake in these kind of festivities.”

“Me neither,” the woman admitted. “I don’t particularly see the fun in drinking so that you remember nothing of the previous night.”

Her small, slim body moved effortlessly, gracefully about the floor, Rowan took note. And she was encaptivating, if not entirely beautiful. She was interesting to look at, with wide brown eyes set in a pixie-like brown face. 

The wind blew her dark curls across her face, but that was not what caught Rowan’s attention. It was a scent that was carried along the wind that made his heart stop. 


It smelt like her. 

Rowan scolded himself. Anyone could smell like lavender. It was not as if it was an uncommon scent.

And yet…

It wasn’t just the lavender, Rowan apprehended. It was the way the scent was distinctly feminine and peculiarly intimate; how it was mixed with the smell of old books; the slight pine smell incorporated in it. It was entirely ethereal, this scent.

He looked down at the woman in front of him and promptly detached himself from her. “I’m sorry,” he began to apologize. “I must—”

“You will find her,” she said. His stomach dropped.Surely he must have misheard her.

“What did you say?”

“The woman you seek. She will be the beginning of a new era, Rowan Whitethorn.” 

And with that, the woman vanished right before his eyes, the words she had muttered just seconds ago running rampant through his mind. How did she know he was looking for a woman? How did she know his name? 

Rowan realized he would have to worry about it later as the redolence of the mysterious woman from his dreams was beginning to fade. He followed it, pushing through people who were so drunk they didn’t seem to notice. 

She was here. She had to be. Somehow, the gods had encouraged them out and brought them both at the same place at the same time. If the situation proved otherwise and she was indeed not here, then Rowan’s impetuous behavior was certainly a sign of him going mad. 

Rowan followed the scent until he was well away from the raucous laughter, captivating music, and delicious scents. This part of Adarlan was much more quiet; whether that be a result of the festival or not Rowan was not sure. 

But what he was sure of was that he had caught a fleeting glance of blond hair running across the roof of one of the nearby shops. He couldn’t be certain, but it seemed like the type of thing the woman in his dreams might do. So without further thought, Rowan quickly scaled the closest shop and was staring down at the city of Adarlan. He had to admit, it was quite beautiful at night. But he had no time to revel in the night’s beauty as a figure dashed…


Right there, just a few roofs over, was definitely a person; their cloak billowing behind them as they moved with impossible prowess. They moved as silent as death, but Rowan had no doubt that they were aware of his presence. 

With a newfound determination, the Fae warrior set out at a run.


Celaena was not entirely sure how she became aware of the fact that someone was following her. The feeling came sometime while she and Dorian had been dancing. When she had told him as much, they set out a plan for her to lure the person away whilst Dorian followed a distance behind. 

And she had been right.

This person, whomever they were, was definitely following her. She could tell by their size and gait that it was assuredly a man. Their moves were soundless, swift and sure in a way that Celaena both appreciated and was apprehensive about. 

She dashed across the roofs of the shops she frequented and found with more than a little satisfaction that her stalker was no more than three roofs behind her. He was catching up to her.

Celaena, comforted by the warmth of the blades in both her hands, came to the edge of a roof and jumped, feeling the air and gravity drag her down. She landed, without a sound, in a cramped, dark and rank alley. She could smell something dead not to far down from her. Whether it be man or beast, Celaena found she could go the rest of her life without knowing. 

She waited.

And waited.

And continued to wait for an imposing amount of time. Perhaps he hadn’t seen her duck into the alley?

No, Celaena thought. He definitely saw her. But he wouldn’t have just come directly after her. If the roles were switched—and many times they had been— and Celaena was the pursuer, she would have circled back around and landed—

Celaena barely had time to defend herself with her blade before he appeared beside her. 

She could not see a thing in the intimidating gloom that surrounded them, but she thoroughly scrutinized what she could see. Her pursuer was tall—well over six feet— and possessed broad shoulders. He was massive, and Celaena was all the more impressed at his lack of sound as he had chased her.

And then she tilted her head back to meet his gaze.

Her heart stopped.

She had seen these eyes before.

They were just as overwhelming as they had been in her dreams; a pine green color that flickered, even in the dark. 

It seemed to be years before she found her voice.

“How did you find me?”

He was just as dumbfounded as she was, apparently, because she heard him suck in a breath. 

“I…I followed your scent.” His voice sent unexpected chills dancing down the length of her spine. 

Celaena was still unsure of whether or not this man posed a threat, but she lowered her blade nonetheless. 

“I must be losing my mind. I thought you were just a figment of my imagination,” the man said, more to himself than to her.

“That makes two of us.”

“Hmmmm, I haven’t ssssmelt Fae blood in ccccenturies.”

Simultaneously, Celaena and the man beside her had drawn their swords. They moved so that his back was aligned with hers; Celaena found that she was overly aware of his presence behind her, the way his heat seemed to break through every layer of clothing she had and warm her.

They both took a breath as the creature slithered from out of the dark. With horror, Celaena realized that the smell of death had been coming off of the beast in front of them. 

“Follow me.”

Celaena had no time to ask questions as the man dashed ahead. She was right on his heels. They turned a sharp left at the same time that the creature spoke again, “You will not be able to outrun me.”

Celaena hadn’t had a fighting partner since Sam, but the familiarity of having someone cup their hands so that she could scale the wall was equal parts exhilarating and frightening.

She stretched out her hand to help the man. 

“Do you trust me?” She asked.


Do you trust me?

Finally, the man nodded.

Good, Celaena thought. Because you might absolutely hate me after this.

She hauled him up, and they sprinted over the roofs. Celaena inwardly counted.





She halted at the edge of one of the roofs. The man whirled, questioning her with his eyes.

“Remember when you said you trusted me?”

“I’m already beginning to regret that decision,” he retorted. 

She grinned.

And pushed him off the edge.