i like how they have different reactions towards the spray thing



Genre: Angst? But with the tiniest bit of cute at the end?

Word Count: 5,478

Prompt: Soulmate au where when you turn 18 you get a mark where your soulmate touches your skin for the first time and the mark only disappears after they touch you.

A/N: Sooooo this is something that I wrote a loooong time ago on another blog that no longer exists, but after some quick editing, I remembered how much I loved this piece, and I wanted to put it out into the world again. That being said, this was written before the release of CACW, so it’s not wholly accurate to the movie. Enjoy!!  ♡

Originally posted by wintersthighs


You remember being young when your mother told you the story of her soulmark.

She was only twenty. Going to school full time while working a part time job, she had no time to sit around and dwell on the day she would meet her soulmate. Though, that didn’t keep her from thinking about him at night sometimes. What he would look like, sound like, feel like… She told you of how she would sometimes trace the outlines of her mark in the dead of the night when she couldn’t sleep – how it always made her feel calm and warm inside. Two large, lightly colored handprints on her sides, one on her waist while the other fell lower towards her hip.

It was a chance encounter. She had been late getting off work that evening, running to her train and thankfully catching it before it took off, yet her late entrance meant that there were no more seats open. Alas, she stood by the door, hand grasping one of the rails for balance. It was only briefly into her ride when it happened. The train hit a short stop that sent everyone pitching forward, and, for your standing mother, that meant falling straight into a man standing but a foot away from her. His hands grabbed her sides while her hand went for his shoulder in an attempt to stop themselves from falling but to no avail. Collapsing on the floor, they almost didn’t notice what had just happened, but as your mother raised her red face to apologize to the man, she noticed that where her hand just was, a perfectly sized peach hand print was beginning to fade. Looking into the man’s eyes, she moved herself to a sitting position, her hands coming up to her mouth to cover the ever-growing smile on her face.

“My hands- Were they-” The man’s unsure voice was cut off by your mother’s giggle and a vigorous nod of her head. Then, the man, your father, began to smile too, and it didn’t matter that they were on the floor of a dirty train in that moment. Nothing else could have mattered in that moment but them.

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Merry Christmas, @omghoechlinplease!

It’s a quiet day– the best kind of day as far as Derek’s concerned. He’s settled on the couch, knee deep in the first half of next week’s required reading. His face is just barely out of range of a ray of sunlight that’s been steadily creeping across his living room floor towards him. In about twenty minutes that’ll become a problem, but for now?


The doorbell rings– probably the biography of Abraham Lincoln he ordered off Amazon. With a lazy stretch, Derek drops his book on the end table and gets up to answer the door–

–and the world spins–

–and he finds himself standing in a grimy, poorly-lit warehouse, staring down the barrels of at least six automatic rifles.

“Uh,” he croaks, hands twitching upwards on reflex, when someone captures his wrist in a vice grip and yanks. A rough voice shouts get down, dumbass! and he follows obediently, more out of shock than anything else. He folds his legs under him and throws himself to the ground behind some waist-high metal container, biting back a curse when he hits concrete elbow-first.

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a pawn to you

pairing: percy x annabeth (sorta annabeth centric)

rating: teen audiences

genre: angst


“Looks like you’re the one who’s going to have to go on a wild goose chase for the lost demigod now, huh?”

—immortals are petty. the shallows inspired; i thought, huh, this would be a bad situation for annabeth chase, the daughter of athena, to get caught in. finished up fic from almost a year ago.

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The Mysterious Prom Date (Part 1): Peter Parker Series

Warnings: mention of vomit and allergies but as a joke nothing bad happens, food, embarrassment, adorable little Peter Parker

A/N: This was not a request. I’ve been working on this as a little “I’m Sorry” for not being active. If you like it, and ask, I may make this a series! I have a lot of ideas for it :)

Originally posted by gounderoos

(not my gif)

Blind dates aren’t exactly something you participate in willingly. They were always awkward and if you ended up not liking the guy, you’d end up stuck having dinner with some conceited jerk who only talks about his muscles or how many people he’s dated. Yeah, not fun.

If you thought blind dates were bad, imagine a blind date… to prom.

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Word Count: 2710
Author’s Note: The request came from @eenterprise a while ago: “I was wondering if you could do a piece about BonesxReader where Bones is sick which means he’s like 100x more stubborn but the reader keeps taking care of him because they still think he’s cute when he’s sick. (Love your fics by the way!)” Thank you! I might have strayed from what you were expecting, but I kinda like how this turned out.
Warnings: Allergic reactions and the goo that goes with them.

It started so innocently. You’d been assigned to an away team to first assess the plant life of the planet you’d just discovered, and then, provided the plant-life was non-sentient, collect samples to bring back to the Enterprise. It had been a fun assignment. The plants were absolutely just plants, with no hidden complex civilization, and you’d gathered a number of samples to study further on board the ship.

One of the plants, a fern-like thing, with heavy, drooping fronds laden with spore-like seed pods on the underside of its leaves, had dropped pollen on you in what you could only suspect was some sort of defense mechanism designed to guarantee its continued propogation. You’d tried to shake the pollen off, but the weird seedpods clung to your uniform, giving you a somewhat speckled look.

On the shuttle ride back to the ship, you started sneezing, and realized you were having some kind of allergic response to the plant. Once you’d docked, you handed off your samples to Spock and between sneezes excused yourself to MedBay for an antihistimine hypo. You hoped Doctor McCoy wasn’t on duty. The man made you melt into a puddle of goo. There was something about him. It wasn’t just his physical perfection, although that was definitely part of it. It wasn’t the way his medical tunic fit him just right. It wasn’t the eyebrows that betrayed his every thought, or the beautiful hazel eyes beneath them. It was definitely all of those things, but there was something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on that reduced you to a babbling idiot in his presence.

After checking in with the nurse, you pushed yourself up onto the BioBed to wait for him to attend you. Of course Doctor McCoy was working today. Of course he was. Because you had been rapidly reduced to a disgusting mess of snot, and red swollen eyes and sneezing. He picked up a scanner has he approached you and raised an eyebrow. As you sneezed into the handful of kleenex you were holding, his eyes widened, and he backed up a little.

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Back to Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request:  Hello :) May I send you a Bucky request where you were his first love after his Winter Soldier time and now lived with him in Bucharest. Then he gets manipulated again and doesnt recognize you anymore. Sometime later you get hurt during an attack really bad and when Bucky sees you laying bleeding and unconscious on the Asphalt, it clicks in his head and he gets back to “normal” again. He stays then at your bedside, caring for you & promising to become a better Person for you :) <3 Thank you :)

Warnings: language, shitty writing that isn’t proofread, very light (?) violence (aka i cant write fight scenes so there is one but it spans about a paragraph and a half) also its like pretty long for me so

Originally posted by itsawkwardfangirl

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Prompt: You gradually fall for Simon

Simon/Reader, Fluff and Smut.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, NSFW

When you’d arrived at the Sanctuary, near starved and desperate for the safety, Simon had been one of the first people you’d met. Even covered in more than a week’s worth of grime, hair slicked back and clothes riddled with what felt like more holes than fabric, he’d still find cause to make a pass at you.

At first you’d thought it must be a wind up, a cruel joke to make you look stupid in front of the others but then he’d waggled his eyebrows and the grin that slotted between his moustache had been nothing but genuine. Road weary and still grieving the loss of your husband you’d given him a flat “no, thank you,” that had only made him chuckle before he shook away the word like water off a duck’s back.

That was six months ago.

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What Could Have Been

by Inspector Boxer

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairings: Alex Danvers/Lucy Lane, Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer

Rating: T

Author’s Notes: This is a prompt fill for @loumauve who wanted prompt #16, “You have no idea, do you?” Hope you don’t mind some Lucy angst…

Thanks as always to zennie for the beta!


There was nothing quite like being hugged by a Kryptonian.

Lucy grinned, savoring the heat and strength of the arms around her as Kara gave her a little squeeze and released her. “You’re looking good, Ms. Junior Reporter.”

“Why thank you, Major Lane,” Kara answered readily, equally and playfully formal. They both grinned and settled on their respective sides of their favorite booth at Noonan’s.

The waitress arrived and took their orders, both so familiar with the menu they didn’t have to look it over. When she left, Lucy leaned in, eager to catch up.

“So what is up with you? I feel like we haven’t talked in forever.” Lucy took a sip of her water as rain pattered gently on the windows behind them.

Kara sighed. “Where do I even start?”

“Having that much fun lately, huh?”

Shaking her head, Kara absently twirled her water glass. “I’ve just never done well with change, and it feels like every day there is a more of it. Like Cat set off some sort of chain reaction when she left.” She offered Lucy a faint smile. “It really is good to see you. We’ve missed you around the DEO.”

“I’ve missed you, too. This is the rare business trip I jumped on with both feet.”

“How’s Washington?”

“Bureaucratic.” Lucy chuckled. “But that’s what I’m good at.”

“Well, J’onn told me to tell you to come back anytime. You’re always welcome.”

“Thanks. We’ll see if he still feels that way after the review.”

Kara grinned.

“So how is Alex?” Lucy asked, hoping she sounded casual. “I’ve heard some interesting rumors.”

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Every Me And Every You - Fifteen

You stood in front of Spencer’s apartment door and checked your watch. Five minutes to seven.

Hesitating only slightly, you reminded yourself again. “Red and yellow.“ And then you raised your hand and knocked.

“Y/N. Right on time, just the way you should be. Come in, come in.” Spencer smiled and opened the door wide for you to step through.

“I assume you’ve not eaten at all? Or showered as I told you not to?”

You nodded, seeing his own hair was damp and he was dressed in a pair of worn jeans and a faded t-shirt. His feet were bare.

“Good. Dinner will be arriving shortly anyway. I’ve ordered from that gourmet restaurant that does take out on second. The one Emily always talks about.”

“I think she’s on a first name basis with the owners,” you replied.

“I’m fairly certain she is. Anyway, you take your steak well done right?”

No. And he knew you didn’t. You’d ordered steak around him enough that he knew you ate it rare, instructing the wait staff to have the chef show it to the grill, but that was it. He watched for your reaction.

“Erm, yes. Well done is fine,” you said carefully. Was this the start?

“With vegetables rather than fries right?”

Okay. You could eat that. You wouldn’t enjoy it, but you’d eat it.

“What’s for dessert?”

“Ice cream. Mint chocolate. I bought strawberries as well, and chocolate sauce. Bit cliché but I know you like them.”

So he’d stuck with your favourite desserts which made you wonder if there was going to be a catch.

“Sounds delicious.”

“It does doesn’t it? You only get dessert if you clear your plate though.”

“That’s fine.”

“Excellent. Now, shower time. For both of us.”

“Together?” You looked at him confused. He’d clearly already showered.

“Kind of.” He reached for your bag with one hand and took your hand with the other, leading you into his bedroom and placing your bag on his bed.

“Strip. And if you refuse a command for longer than twenty seconds, then I’ll add a strike. Just so we’re clear here.”


You did as he asked, folding your clothes carefully as you removed them. You’d bought your own toiletries with you this time and moved towards your bag to retrieve them. You still felt slightly self conscious being completely naked around him, especially with him being clothed but you were getting there.

Spencer walked off towards his bathroom, beckoning you to follow him which you did, hearing his shower turning on as you entered the room.

“Okay. It’s all yours. Hop in…. ” He made no move to undress himself or to leave.

“You’re going to watch?”

“Yes. So don’t pull the curtain shut. Feel free to adjust the temperature so that it’s comfortable. Clocks ticking Y/N, get in.”

Showering with someone wasn’t weird. Showering in front of someone with them watching? Hmmmm.

But the clock was ticking….

Alrighty then. You climbed in and assembled your toiletries so that they were easily reachable, adjusting the temperature accordingly. Then you began to shower, trying to go about your normal routine as if Spencer wasn’t there, watching.

But he was, and every so often you glanced over and catch sight of him stood, leaning against his bathroom wall, his arms folded across his chest and his lips pursed.

You washed and conditioned your hair and then bent to shave your legs. That didn’t feel too weird. Shaving your armpits was though, it felt oddly intimate seeing him watching you do that.

“Is there anywhere else you want me to… erm … shave?” You weren’t really sure how this was going to go. You’d never been one for going fully shaven down there, you’d tried it a few times and each time it always looked you were smuggling a ten year old girl in your pants. Instead you just kept it tidy, nicely trimmed and in a neat strip, with regular trips to the waxers to keep it that way. That had been one of your errands last weekend in fact.

“No it’s fine how it is Y/N. Completely bare kind of creeps me out, so bear that in mind.”

“Will do.”

You reached for your sponge, squirting some coconut scented body wash onto it and started lathering up your torso and legs. When it came to washing between your legs, you stilled.


“Carry on. I need to make sure you’re clean everywhere.”

The way he’d said everywhere made you look at him again. And as you ran you eyes down his body quickly you could see that telltale bulge pressing against his jeans.

Knowing that watching you was making him hard, spurred you on.

You rubbed the sponge between your legs cleaning as you normally would, before discarding it and using your hand to get to the harder to reach places, feeling a different sort of wetness as you did. Turning around so the spray was running down your back, you bent forward slightly and ran your hand between your cheeks.

“Everywhere Y/N. All of the nooks and crannies.”

You complied, feeling your face burning against the water as you cleaned around and just inside your holes, making sure you were as clean you could be. Oh fuck, he wasn’t going to make you use one of those things was he. A douche would NOT be sexy? Turning yourself back around so the spray was against your front, you washed your hands and fingers carefully, before turning back to him.

“Am I done?”

“Yes you are. Good girl. Now, there’s a night gown I picked up in Vegas last week in a bag on your side of the bed. I’ll leave you to brush your teeth in peace as food should be arriving any second.”

As if on cue, his door sounded.

“Moisturise and dry your hair quickly. Not with the blow dryer, just lightly towel dry and leave it loose. Put the night gown on and then join me for dinner.”

You nodded and flicked off the shower, climbing out and wrapping a fluffy towel around your middle as he left the room, and then another around you hair.

Your brushed quickly and then padded back to his bedroom, spying the bag on his bed. Agent Provocateur. Nice one, Spencer.

Sitting down you reached into the bag and pulled out a tissue wrapped neglige. Pretty. But also very flimsy and wouldn’t cover much of you.

Obviously that was the idea.

You moisturised and lightly dried your hair, enough so that it wouldn’t drip before pulling on the ‘night gown’ and standing up.

It was made from purple lace, being almost completely sheer, the material soft and sensual on your skin. It stopped just below your butt and was sheer enough that you could see the thin strip of hair between your legs through it.

You felt incredibly sexy and desirable wearing it, it was a perfect fit, cupping your breasts just right. There was nothing else in the bag with it so you adjusted your hair slightly, and went to see what the rest of the night would hold for you.

When you entered Spencer’s living room, you could see that his dining table had been set and candles lit, music playing softly in the background.

Next to each spot was a small leather folder, the type that menu’s were presented in at restaurants. A pen was resting on top of one folder.

“Y/N, you sit here please.” He came up behind you and pressed lightly on your shoulder, pushing you towards the seat with the pen next to it.

“I must say, you look fucking sexy. Purple suits you.”

“Erm, thanks.” You sat down, the leather base on the chair cool against your butt.

Spencer disappeared back to the kitchen and bought out two plates, setting one down in front of you and in another in front of where he’d be seated.


“I wasn’t going to let you starve Y/N. But you still need to clear the plate.”

You’d expected a full plate of food you wouldn’t enjoy, but instead it was half and half.

Two separate halves of a steak, one half rare, the other well done. A small portion of vegetables and a small portion of fries.

His plate contained a full steak, and a full portion of fries. Spencer rarely ate healthily voluntarily, it was rather amazing how he remained so lean.

He must have ordered three meals.

Seating himself he poured two glasses of white wine, only filling them half way and topping them up with soda water.

“So.” He addressed you, pointedly looking at the leather bound folders.

“I was wondering when you were going to explain. So is THIS where you pull out a Christian Grey style contract.”

He laughed and pushed a loose lock of hair back.

“Nope, I told you, I don’t do that.”

“So what are these then?”

“A game.”

“A game? Isn’t this whole thing a game?”

“Essentially yes, one you stop at any time. This one though, is called Choose Your Own Adventure. It decides what we do tonight. Do you wanna play?”

Did you want to play?

You were sat in Spencer Reid’s apartment wearing a purple scrap of fabric that barely covered your nipples.

“Of course I wanna play.”

Blessing in Disguise (part 3)

Words: 1.9k

Summary: You and Misha individuality pine over the other; assuming they would never feel the same way.

Warnings: RPF AU, language, smut (male masturbation, mentions of oral sex and fingering)

A/N: This is an RPF AU, so we can assume Vicki is happy somewhere else. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be added to my master tag list, send me an ask or DM.


“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Misha groaned against the soft skin of your neck. “I can’t believe I get to honor of being the first to have you like this.”

Your nervous giggle turned into a breathy moan as his hand dipped into your panties. “Misha…”

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Passenger In Love

Originally posted by trainingpanda

pairing: hyungwon x [y/n]

genre: maybe fluff? idk lololol

word count: 2036

a/n: thank you so much for requesting anon! ^^ i hope you guys enjoy reading this and i apologize for any grammatical errors. gif not mine


In the stillness of the night, the two of you lay on the comfy and soft bed that the two of you shared. Your fingers drew circles on his chest with your eyes becoming heavier and heavier by the minute. “Hey, babe, do you still remember the time when we first met?” You softly asked with your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating every single second.

It was just one of those nights when deep and serious conversations would just pop out. The soft breathing of Hyungwon was the only thing that you could hear, other than your own.

“Mmm, I surely do. You already had hearts in your eyes when you laid eyes on me.” Hyungwon teased as he twirls his long, slender fingers around your locks, eyes focused on the ceiling as he reminisces about how the two of you really met.

Scoffing at his remark, you rolled your eyes and lifted yourself off of him, elbows plopped on the mattress with you looking straight into his eyes as he looks down at you. “Yeah, right. You, yourself, couldn’t even stop yourself from asking me my number.”

Well, to be honest, the two of you are actually telling the truth. Both of you actually didn’t believe in love at first sight but when the two of you saw each other, it felt like everything stopped for some reason.

(flashback part)

It was the twentieth day of the month and here you are sitting in the business class with your left seat vacant. The day was really tiring and the only thing you could ever want was just to head back to South Korea and rest up after working really hard. Leaning back on your seat, you looked at the window and just enjoyed watching the city lights from afar.

They said meeting your significant other at the airport or in the plane itself was something magical but you beg to differ. There was nothing magical about it when you get your hopes up and never meet them again as soon as the plane lands in a different country. For short, you never believed in love at first sight.

Heaving out a sigh, you couldn’t help but pout as it was taking a bit longer for the plane to take off, especially when they’re still waiting for all the passengers to board and settle in with their items of luggage. The business class wasn’t that packed but it was then soon to be packed when a group of men came in, looking like models of some sort, making you look away to stop yourself from drooling at how hot they looked.

Suddenly, in the midst of distracting yourself, a voice called out to you. “Excuse me, Miss, but is this seat taken?” Turning your head to look at the owner who soft-spoken asked you, you couldn’t help but stop when you met his gaze.

It seemed like you were looking at some beautiful Greek God and for the first time, you were startled at the fact that your heart was beating really fast, butterflies dancing through your tummy and the fact that everything somewhat stopped.

The man who stood in front of you glowed and you couldn’t help but shake your head, quickly looking away to calm your beating heart, “N-no. The seat’s free.”

“That’s good to hear.” He pauses as he looks at another man who was in his early thirties, “I’ll seat here, hyung.” And with that, he moved his long limbs to the front of his seat and gently sits down with such grace.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, your heart seemed to beat really fast, showing no signs of slowing down. This was the first time in history that you were that nervous around someone who you barely knew.

The man, on the other hand, couldn’t help but chuckle at how you fiddled with the hem of your handkerchief whilst trying to avoid looking at him. “I’m Hyungwon, by the way.” He introduces, catching you off-guard.

Your lips were slightly parted from the sudden introduction. Noticing how jittery you’ve become, Hyungwon offers you his hand before flashing you a smile. “My n-names [y/n].” you shyly said as you wrapped your hand around his outstretched hand, shaking it before letting it go after a second or two.

“So, where you heading to [y/n]-sshi?” Hyungwon politely asked as he tries to start a conversation with you. And this was unusual of him to start a conversation with someone whom he doesn’t even know. There something about you when he first laid his eyes on you and he knew that this plane ride would be something that he’d definitely enjoy.

Still taken aback at his gestures, you couldn’t help but let your face say it all. Hyungwon found it extremely fascinating at how easy you were to read as if he’s known you for decades. “Oh, [y/n], don’t worry. I don’t bite and hey, might as well make this plane ride worth it.”

Hyungwon was right and at some point, you couldn’t understand why you suddenly softened up. “You’re right.” The corner of your lips was tugged upwards as you slightly turned your body to Hyungwon and remembered his question.

“Oh, about your question. Well, I’m heading back to Korea, obviously since I’ve finally finished doing my job here in New York. How about you?”

Hyungwon didn’t know if you were just pulling his leg or something but it was completely written all over your face that you didn’t know a single thing about him. “I just finished some job too and my groupmates and I are finally gonna rest up and probably work on some new music.”

“Music? Woah, that’s really cool!” you beamed with your eyes twinkling with interest. “Man, I really have such high admiration for people, like you, who create music.”

“Why?” Hyungwon queries out of curiosity, propping his elbows on the arm rest and rests his chin on his palms. Why do you admire them so much tho? You carefully thought about it, tapping your bottom lip with your index finger as you clearly were gonna lose yourself to the train of thoughts.

“I.. just have a huge admiration for them. You know, like they’re so amazing to come up with lyrics and melodies that could help someone out go through the pain that they’re going through or you know, make their day by just simply listening to the music that they’ve created.”

Hyungwon definitely understood what you meant and for the first time, he somewhat appreciates you. “You know what I mean right? Like the message that you guys write somewhat talks to their very souls as if they’re connected or something.”

“Yeah, I do. To be honest, for some reason, you’re really different [y/n]. Different in a good way.”

Chuckling at his awkward compliment, you nodded your head and muttered thanks before the two of you were interrupted with the intercom, instructions being announced throughout the whole plane.

With your seatbelts fastened, you looked at the flight attendant demonstrating the typical things that you should do when something happens, where the exit is and whatnots. Somehow you’ve almost memorized every single thing they’ve said since you’ve been flying back and forth for the past few weeks.

The plane was finally taking off and you couldn’t help but shut your eyes tightly from the force that got you glued on the seat’s backrest as the pilot quickly accelerates.

Hyungwon was pretty quick to notice the soft groans that left your lips. Slipping his hand on yours, he gives it a light squeeze, making you look at him with eyes filled with confusion.

“Don’t worry.” Two words were already enough to have you ease up. Finally, the plane smoothly flies and the warmth of Hyungwon’s hand was already gone.

“You okay?”

Glancing towards his side, you nodded your head and flashed him a thankful smile. “If you weren’t here, I don’t know what I would do with the plane taking off.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Throughout the whole trip, the two of you were getting to know each other and it felt like the two of you just clicked. The two of you got to know a couple of things that both of you have in common and even got to the point when the two of you were watching the same movie, only to end up with you falling asleep in your seat as all the work you had that morning finally kicked in.

Hyungwon glances towards your direction and he couldn’t help but smile. You were peacefully sleeping with your lips slightly parted and your chest heaving every time you breathe.

Bringing his phone out, Hyungwon takes a photo of you and smiles to himself before he decides to rest up. Wrapping himself in the blanket offered to everyone, Hyungwon had drifted off without any problem.

Feeling a slight shake on his shoulder, Hyungwon’s eyes fluttered open and he was surprised to see you looking fresh. “We’re gonna land soon.” You muttered, making him widen his eyes. Glancing at the window, he couldn’t believe that everything happened so fast. The sun was finally out and he was able to see the skyscrapers from afar.

“Here, have some facial wipes and some face mist.” Accepting the facial wipes and mist you’ve offered to him, Hyungwon mindlessly wipes his fast, patting it dry before spraying the mist.

“Thanks.” Hyungwon hands you back the items, only to feel the electric shock running through his fingers after his skin grazes against yours.

The plane has finally landed and before you knew it, you were out of the plane with your luggage in hand. Hyungwon and you just said your goodbyes and you knew that you just got your hopes up, hoping that something was gonna happen between the two of you.

Waltzing your way across the airport, you were suddenly stopped by a pair of hands. Turning around to look at the person, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp when you saw Hyungwon heavily panting right before you.

“I can’t let this chance slip. [y/n], I know this may sound really weird and sudden but… can I have your number? It was really fun talking to you and all while we were on the plane and I was hoping that maybe… we can hang out sometime?”

Seeing the sheepish smile plastered on his face and the teasing smiles that his friends had, you couldn’t help but soften at the sight as you took his phone and punched your phone number in.

“I’d love to hang out with you sometimes Hyungwon. Just text me if you want to hang out, okay? Anyways, I have to go now since my boss is waiting for me already. It was nice meeting you Hyungwon, bye~!”

You could feel your heart swell in happiness. At some point, you kind of agree with the people who said that meeting people at the airport or plane was somewhat magical. Making your way through the exit, you were startled when you felt your phone buzz against your thighs, making you pull your phone out, only to smile at the message you’ve just received.

from: unknown number

hey, [y/n]! it’s me hyungwon ^^ so, how about grabbing a cup of coffee later in the afternoon at Miss Lee Cafe?

“But babe, don’t you think that it was such a beautiful fate for the two of us to meet?”  You asked as you rested your head beside his, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer with a sleepy smile.

Just thinking about it made Hyungwon smile bigger, fingers pushing away the strands of hair covering your eyes. “If it was fate then I thank God for giving me such an amazing woman.”

“That’s enough, babe. Let’s catch some Zs now, shall we?” you muttered as you slowly closed your eyes, only to have it flutter open when you felt Hyungwon press his lips on yours, pulling right away before you could even react.


“Ssshh, let’s catch some Zs now, see you in your dreams babe. Love you!”

“I love you too.”

cremedelabrulee  asked:

duuude dude i had an idea (dunno if it's gonna fit in one ask so bear w me): so i was watching midsummer's night dream and kept thinking abt reader being queen of the fairies and getting that love nectar put in her eyes and falling in love with kylo, a man whose dark magic turned him into a beast, so kylo becomes king of fairies and her love slowly changes him back (although not fully) BUT (1/2)

cremedelabrulee said: kylo discovers that reader had the love nectar in her so he turns to magic once again to undo the spell and spare you of loving a monster like him an he waits for reader to sleep to drop the antidote in reader’s eyes but he just cant leave, he just looks at her all night while she sleeps, crying silently about how he’s gonna miss her… he lost track of time and she wakes up, only to treat him as lovingly as before… turns out that the effects of the love nectar had faded long ago YAY HAPPY END

A/N: I LOVE THIS!!! it reminds me a little of @kyloholic love spell au, but I hope to make this different because I like it so much but I wanna giver her credit for being the first one to write something like this - also i’m sorta combining this with my witch!kylo au…sorta except more beastly

Everyone knew of him, he was a man - no a beast to be feared. They said that his face was so twisted that he had to wear a mask, that those who had seen his face without it never lived to tell the tale. He had the body of an animal, furry limbs and claws with two black wings on his back. Most times he walked on all fours, if he stood he’d be hunched over and leaning on something. 

He covers himself in all black so that no one can see his true body, though the way he stands is unmistakably predatorial. His back is slightly bent forward, though it does little to lessen his height. His hands hang low at his sides, fisting and uncurling like they’re ready to attack at any moment.

He could barely speak without a growl in his voice, his voice was harsh to anyone’s ears and often inspired fear. Despite his more animalistic tendencies, he still was a powerful witch - but now his power was more destructive and he had much less control over it. 

It was a cruel irony what happened, the plan was to give the love nectar to the queen of fairies so that she would marry Armitage Hux and so that he could become King. You were renowned for your beauty and power, though you wielded it much gentler than your beastly counterpart. Every man wanted you, except perhaps Kylo Ren, he didn’t care about such things he was more worried about trying to stand on his own two feet and resisting the urge to hunt. 

He doesn’t know how exactly he ends up at the wrong place and the wrong time, but right after the nectar gets sprayed in your eyes he appears and you fall in love with a beast. The plan was that Hux was supposed to just be around the corner, he was heading your way. But Kylo was following a deer in the forest, and had mistaken you for his prey. He couldn’t help it, you had such a nice musk. He could see himself making a mate out of you.

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Lone Wolf PT.2

Characters: You and Taehyung (V)

Word Count: 3542

Genre: Fluff/ Smut

For more Smut… read part one here

Chemistry felt like it was taking longer than usual to end. As you sat staring at your teacher lecture about chemical bonds, you couldn’t help thinking about what happened earlier between the three of you. Maybe Tae was used to remarks like that by now, but you couldn’t stand the idea of that.

It was true that he had a rather bad reputation… but you found out through time that majority of them were all lies and rumors made by tasteless peers… peers who included some of your “closest” friends. A bad guy… some might say about Tae… But really, he was just someone people could point their fingers at and blame when something went wrong because he seemed to fit the mold.

“Ionic bonds” Your teacher continued. “I’m sure you have all heard about this before. When opposite charges attract, those atoms bond together to form a molecule”

You stared at the powerpoint and thought about what your teacher had just said. In a way, the bond he spoke of kinda felt like the relationship you had with Tae. Complete opposites.. Yet when you two were together.. It felt so right.

You laughed at yourself for a second. Only you would use your relationship as an example to help you study for any upcoming test.  All this thinking about him though just made you realize how badly you wanted to see him already.

You took a glance at the clock and saw that 10 minutes still remained. Now was your chance to put your plan in action. After months of using your phones secretly in class, you and your friends were now self proclaimed pros at not getting caught. You swiped your phone open and began a new text message.

*Hey Jess, I won’t be able to make it to the meeting today. I’m not feeling too well… even missed English earlier… Could you take some notes for me since I can’t make it?*

Your phone buzzed immediately and you almost burst out laughing from her response.

*I knew that blueberry muffin seemed suspicious! I told you not to eat it!* She replied.

*I’m sorry! I’ll only listen to you from now on* You texted back.

*Damn right Y/N! God, you’re so lucky to have me in your life! And don’t you worry, I’ll take notes for you.*

*Thank you*

You saw that you still had 3 unread messages from Jin. You contemplated just deleting them but then you didn’t. Even if he was an asshole to Tae…. He was just being a concerned friend, right? He didn’t know of your relationship with him… In fact, no one did.

*Y/N, I heard that you weren’t feeling well, let me know if you need anything*

*Class is almost over. I wrote the HW down for you.*

*Where are you Y/N?”

You figured the last message was what sent him on a mission to find you since you never replied.

You turned your phone off and stared at the clock again. One minute remained and so you began to pack your bag. Looking at it reminded you of Tae carrying it, and you couldn’t help but smile and wonder what the two of you would be doing later that day.

As soon as the bell rung, the school’s hallways were filled with students trying to leave and get home. You took your time walking down the hall to the parking lot because you didn’t want to make yourself seem suspicious. You and Tae had a secret meeting spot that was more than a few blocks away from campus and you didn’t need to have anyone seeing or following you there.

With your phone in your hand, you texted Tae as you sat in your car waiting for it to warm up.

*What are we gonna be doing today?*

*It’s a surprise ;) * He texted back.

Such a tease, you thought to yourself.

*I’m gonna head home and shower real quick. I’ll see you in a bit, okay?*

*A shower sounds good. I guess I’ll go take one too…Or maybe we could take one together? Save water?*

You were ready to throw your phone out the window.

*OMG* You texted back.

*I’m joking Y/N! I’m an idiot. Please don’t take me seriously!*

You just laughed to yourself in the car.

*Like I said, in a bit,  okay?*

*Okay ;)*

At home and in your bathroom, you took a glance at yourself in the mirror as you held a small pill in your hand. Tiny bruises covered your breasts and your bum was still a little red. You checked to make sure there were no marks on your neck or arms. You would have no idea how to explain that to your family or friends if they saw. Overall though, he did a really good job of not marking you anywhere visible. You took the pill and then stepped into the shower and wondered if you left any marks on him.

The place where you and Tae met up was nowhere special except to you and him. It was the town’s run down drive in theatre that no one ever came to visit anymore. You pulled in and saw Tae parked in his black mustang. Once he saw you, he got out of his car to meet you. As he walked over, you ran up to kiss him.

“Did you miss me that much Y/N?” He asked smiling.

You nodded and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier…” You began

“Don’t worry about it Y/N” He said stopping you.


“Really, Y/N. Let’s just forget about it. You’re here and I’m here. That’s all that matters” He kissed you on your forehead again. “Come on, I have something I want to show you. But we need to start driving there now if we want to get you back home in time.”

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Swimming” He said with a smirk.

In his car, you looked at Tae and wondered where he was actually taking you guys. He was being awfully quiet. Too quiet.



“I don’t have a swimsuit.. And neither do you, right?”


“We’re not going skinny dipping, right?” You asked.

Tae began to laugh.


He looked over at you.

“You’re just so cute sometime Y/N. We’re not going skinny dipping… unless you want to some other time?”

You shook your head.

“Noooo! I’ve heard horror stories about skinny dipping before.”

“Like what?” He asked as he turned the steering wheel.

“Things like people getting sick.. getting pink eye or somehow the flu from the water… people getting caught… Having their stuff stolen and having to walk around naked outdoors. It just doesn’t seem fun!”

Tae laughed again and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Don’t worry Y/N, we will never go skinny dipping then.”

“Thank god” You replied.

You looked outside the window.

“Hey! I know where we are! We’re at the college campus, aren’t we?”

“You’ve been here before?”

“Only once for a quick tour. We weren’t here very long. 30 minutes at most to get an interview from a professor”

“Oh good, for a second I thought you might have already seen where I was going to take you.”

“No idea!” You replied.

Tae pulled up to a parking station to grab a parking pass and winked at you.

“We’re gonna need one of these so we don’t get a ticket”

Once he found a parking spot, he grabbed a black bag from his back seat and then motioned for you to take his hand.

“Come on Y/N”

Walking on the college campus with Tae felt like a completely different experience. Here, no one knew who you were and so you both were able to walk around and hold hands. No one judged you or Tae. If you were back at school, everyone would talk. Here, you were just free. 

“Tae, wait”

“What is it Y/N?”

You moved up to him and gave him a kiss in the middle of the campus while students continued to walk around.

“What was that for?” He asked.

“This is our first time really out in public together… and that was our first kiss out in public.” You replied. “It’s a little cheesy, I know, but I couldn’t help it”

Like earlier, Tae moved his forehead to yours. It was a small notion, but it was one you enjoyed so much.

He lifted your lips to his and kissed you again.

“And that was our second kiss out in public” He replied.

The two of you made it to the edge of the campus. 

“Just a little more Y/N.”

He led you through a small open field and then through what seemed to be  a man made trail.

“ Are you getting tired?”

“No, I’m fine, but what’s out here?”

“Just a few more steps and you’ll see”

You took a glance ahead and then you saw it. In the middle of the field was a giant abandoned swimming pool.

“Woah! What is this place?”

Tae smiled.

“Back in the early 90’s, swimming was all the rage here. But once they started winning more competitions, the board felt the need to build a bigger and better pool. This one eventually became abandoned… kinda like our movie theatre.”

Despite the age, the empty pool still seemed to have life. Somehow, small flower patches had begun to grow inside and the walls were covered with beautiful works of graffiti.

“Ready for a dive?” He asked. “There’s a ladder over here”

You both climbed down and you continued to look around in awe.

“Did you do these?” You asked referring to the graffiti. You ran your hand across the empty pool’s wall and tried to imagine how he probably spent countless hours creating all the art down there.

He seemed a little embarrassed.

“I did. Sorry, they’re nothing impressive. Just something I did to pass the time when I was bored and by myself.”

“No need to apologize, I think you did a great job. Could you teach me?” You asked.

A giant grin grew on his face.

“Let me grab the bottles out of my bag”

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” You asked smiling.

“Maybe” He said as he grinned again.

Out of his black bag, he grabbed two spray cans.

“Red or yellow…. Which color do you want?”


He handed you the can.

“Oh, one more thing Y/N.”

He went back to rummaging his bag.


“What is it?

“A face mask so you won’t inhale the fumes. I won’t be able to see your pretty lips but I’ll still get to see your pretty eyes”

You could feel yourself turning red from his words. “How will I kiss you now?” You asked after you put the mask on.

He shook his head and laughed.

“Ah, Y/N, what am I going to do with you? You’re making me lose my cool here”

He put his mask on and then grabbed the can and motioned for you to do the same.

“You’re gonna want to shake the can first like this and then aim towards the wall. When you’re ready, push down on the nozzle”

After demonstrating what he said you did the same.

“Oh! This isn’t too hard!”

“Let’s try to make a flower”

He outlined some petals and you did the same.

As you traced the outline of the petals, Tae couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You looked so determined not to fail but you were already perfect in every way. He wanted nothing more than to take your mask off and kiss you again.

“How am I doing?” You asked.

“Better than me” He replied.. And he meant it. Everything just came so effortlessly to you.

You felt proud and continued to spray paint the wall. “Could we get in trouble for doing this?” You asked.



From behind you, Tae put the spray bottle down and then wrapped his arms around you and laughed.

“You’re bad Y/N. Admit it.”

He took his mask off and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Never.” You replied.

He nuzzled his face into your neck and then began to leave a trail of small kisses down your neck.

“You sure about that?”

You lifted the spray can and tried to distract yourself from what he was trying to do.

“Yep! Now stop trying to bother me! I’m trying to work” You replied…. but he was determined to make you admit it and you were glad he was. Moments like these were hard to come by and so you enjoyed every moment.

His hands traveled over your lightly clothed body and you cursed at yourself for changing into this thin t shirt. He continued to kiss your neck and then he ran his hands under your shirt and gently grabbed your breasts. You let out a small moan and he continued.

He lightly bit your neck.

“Admit it Y/N”

He pulled your bra down and teasingly rubbed and pinched your nipples.

Momentarily lost in bliss, you dropped the spray can and jumped up, scarring the both of you. Two loud screams echoed through the pool. You glanced over to Tae and couldn’t help but laugh at how scared he looked.

You readjusted your clothes and then took off your face mask.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Holy crap Y/N, I think I just had a heart attack”

“That’s what you get for teasing me”

You looked at each other again and started laughing. You went up to him and hugged him.

“Alright Y/N, ready to head home? It’s getting pretty late” He asked as he looked at his watch.

“Already? But we just got here?”

You hugged him tighter.

“If I’m being honest, no. I still wanna be here with you”

“Sorry it takes so long to get here but we gotta get you home before you get in trouble” He reminded you. “I promise you that we’ll come back one day when we have more time.”

“Just a little longer? The flower we made looks too lonely by itself….”

You began to pout and Tae couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

“Let’s meet up again tomorrow” He replied.

“Tomorrow after school?” You asked with a smile.

He shook his head.

“Ah, I didn’t finish Y/N… Early in the morning. You and me. Are you up for it?”

Your smile turned into a pout. “How early are we talking?

“Early early.”

“Before school?”


You dug your face into his chest. “But you know I love sleep” You replied.

He backed away slowly and lifted your face up to meet his. “And I know you love me”

Holy shit. You thought to yourself. Did he just use the L word on you?

You needed to distract yourself from what he just said.

“What’s there to do so early in the morning?”

Tae smiled.

“You’d be surprised. So are you up for it?”

“If it means being able to spend more time with you…. then yes”

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up. Now let’s go. I want you to get lots of rest!”

The walk back to his car was sweet to say the least. You both continued to hold hands and even stopped to look around every now and then to see what was going on around campus.

“Look, there’s a little pop up shop! Could we stop by real quick?” You asked.

You both walked up to the booth and you couldn’t help but be in awe at the dream catchers that were on sale.

“Do you have a lot of bad dreams?” Tae asked.

“When I first moved here I did. But then I met you and now my dreams are really happy! Before that though, I just have always wanted one anyways”

You continued looking around.

“They have posters too!”

You sprinted off before Tae could reply. As you browsed the posters, he went up to the owner of the booth.

“Will you be here tomorrow?” Tae asked.

“Oh yes! The booth is usually set up by 11 am and I stay here until about 6 or 7.. depending on if I get any help putting everything away”

“I see. Thank you” Tae replied.

He walked over to you.

“See anything you like?”

“I love them all!” You replied with a smile. “But I think this one would look great in my room!” You said as you held up an all too familiar painting.

“One of my favorite artists” He replied.

“I remember you telling me that. I like his art too”

You put the poster back down and smiled at him. “Okay, I’m really ready to go this time”

“You sure Y/N? You said that last time and then we had to stop and grab a drink” He replied laughing.

“But you were thirsty too! And besides… it was a nice little rest! We walked so much today!”

“If you’re tired Y/N, I can carry you”

He got closer to you and you could tell what he was planning.

“No, I’m fine! Don’t you dare!” You said as you backed away.

But it was too late. He picked you up in his arms and couldn’t help but laugh as you protested.

“I’m too heavy for you to carry!”

“Nonsense Y/N. You’re perfect. I could carry you for days”

You looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh with him. He gave you a kiss and then put you down.

During the drive home, you couldn’t help but look at him every now and then as he drove you back to the drive in. There was just something about how the light hit his sun kissed skin that made you swoon. Forget the posters you saw today you thought. Tae was living art and all he was doing was driving. 

Due to the time, at the drive in you both said your goodbyes and then quickly parted ways after a few kisses.

*Sorry for the rushed goodbye. I’ll give you a time later today* He texted

*Sounds good! Now go get some sleep!*

*It’s only 7 Y/N….”

*Shhhhhhh* You texted back.

“You’re a little late today” Your mom said as you got in. “Dinner has been ready for quite some time now” 

“Sorry, I know. I should have texted you but we were stuck debating what theme prom should be. Do you have any ideas mom?”

You knew talking about school always made your mom excited.

“I always liked Masquerades!”

“Oh! I didn’t think of that! I’ll have to let the group know”

“Who are you thinking of going to prom with?” She asked. “How about that handsome boy I met that one time… What was his name? Oh! Jin!”

Ah. of course your mom would suggest him.

“I don’t know. I mean, I haven’t really thought about it yet, mom. I don’t even know if I want to go”

“What!?” Your mom asked. “Prom is going to be one of those things you’ll always remember and get to talk about later. Take me for example… I went to prom, and I don’t regret it at all!”

“Oh gosh mom, I guess I’ll have to think about it some more then.”

“What’s wrong with Jin? Why don’t you want to go with him? If he asked me out, I’d say yes!”

“Oh my god Mom! Stop!”

“Well, what is it then?”

You knew why but now just wasn’t the time to let her know about you and Tae yet.

“I’m just too busy at the moment to think about this. Actually, I just remembered that I have a paper to write. Is it okay if I have dinner in my room tonight?”

“You know I hate it when you eat in your room… but I suppose it’ll be okay just for tonight. I know you’ve been busy with school lately. Don’t make this a habit though!”

“Thanks mom.” You grabbed a plate and ran to your room.

Inside your room, you hardly touched your food. Instead, you laid in bed and thought about you and Tae. You wondered how your mom would feel if she ever met him. Would she like him just as much as she liked Jin? Or would she be disappointed that he wasn’t this seeming perfect human being?

Your phone went off and you finally saw a new text from Tae.

*How does 2 AM sound?*

*I don’t think that’s early enough* You texted back. *JK I should probably go to bed now then*

*Get lots of rest love* He texted.

There was the L word again.

*Alrighty! Good night Tae*

*Good night Y/N*

After returning your dish, you got back to your room to get ready. For once in your life, you were glad you lived down stairs. You left your window open just wide enough so it could fit you because you knew that opening it later probably wouldn’t be a good idea. You got your outfit ready and then got in bed and turned on your alarm.

A/N: This is the end of PT.2! I hope you read it in addition to PT.1! Sorry that it took so long for me to finally post this. I realize now that it has almost been a month! (I’m sure I was too busy crying about BTS Festa T-T) I’m going to start writing PT.3 tomorrow! 

Quick and Easy: Keeping Animals Cool

Yes, once again I am telling you the same thing I do every Summer.

Keeping your pets cool is imperative in a country where Summer temps can range from 30 - 52 degrees celsius. 

[Can probably also work for children, elderly, as necessary.]


-Quick & Easy: Wet the towel/washer, place it somewhere cool on the floor or a surface your animal prefers.
-If the water right out of the tap is hotter than Satan in a swimsuit, toss it in the fridge or freezer for a minute.


-If you’re a drongo that requires further instructions on how to operate a fan, send an ask.


-Can go in their food bowls, to be licked.
-Put it in their water bowls, periodically, because warm water doesn’t quell thirst as well.
-There’s a clever tutorial online which shows how to make a large icecube/icelick using a balloon. Basically, you fill the balloon full of water, bung it in the freezer, pull it out when frozen, put it in a bowl and cut it free. IT becomes a toy/cool-down device for your animals.


-Depending on the size of your pet, it can be a small container, through to an actual kiddie pool. Filled with enough water to keep their feet wet, you can put ice cubes in it. [If you have little animals, or baby animals, do not let them utilise this item without supervision. “Kids Alive, Do the Five” and all that.]
-Put it in a shady spot. 
-One of those half-seashell pools will also do, if you have bigger animals or multiple animals. Our puppy loves hers, and will use it to cool herself/play/have a drink, etc. It’s just a good resource.
-Put ice in this as well, if you want.
-If you have an animal that is generally adverse to bathtime, you may have to get in and show them it’s safe; put a toy in there, get in there, do what is necessary to desensitize them to the pool.


-You can buy the gel kind, or the brick kind in any supermarket. There’s also thin little ones for lunchboxes, that freeze quickly and are cheap enough to get dozens of them.
-See below for emergency alternatives.


-Ice cubes in a plastic bag, put a damp towel on it.
-Fill a ziplock bag or plastic bag with water, freeze it, whack it in a damp towel… bingo.

-This one is the one we use most often.
Basically, you get a softdrink bottle, (we use all sizes, from 300ml-2L). Wash it out; now squeeze it in the middle so there’s a divot (about hand sized). 
Keeping your hand there, to maintain shape, fill up the bottle with a little space at the top for air. Whack the lid on and toss it in the freezer, mate.
-Pull it out when frozen, wrap it in a towel or wet washer/chux and place it somewhere cool, and possibly in the path of an aircon or fan.

-Smaller animals may prefer the smaller bottles, but can easily fit their bodies in the divot of larger bottles.
Larger animals may need a few bottles, or choose to rest their heads in the divot, etc. 
-You may need to desensitise them to the item(s), because many animals may be wary of them to start with. Try to put them in places the animals find familiar, anywhere cool and dark they normally retreat to, when hot. 
[Animals will find dark places, whether they are cool or not; try to be aware of where these areas are in your house, so you can find pets quickly in an emergency]
-Sitting in the same room or just continuing as normal can subtly tell your pets that the item/iceblock is safe, and not anything to be concerned about. If you stare at it, or make a fuss about them using it, it can have an adverse reaction.
-Introduce them to it, however, if you feel that will work.


-Little cubes of meat frozen overnight. Like the ice cubes trick from earlier.
-Do not pretend dogs and cats can live on vegan or vegetarian diets, they cannot. Cats go blind if they do not get enough meat (as it contains a chemical they require to maintain their bodies). Please, make sure they are eating enough proper food.
If they have gone off their food, or are throwing up/furballing more frequently, they may have heatstress and therefore need to be taken to the vet immediately. They will dehydrate quickly, so pay attention.

-If you have a big floofy pet, they may need to be shaved for summer.
Our fluffy little kitten goes to the vet once a year to get a clip for the hot season, because otherwise she might not survive. Bear in mind.
If your pet shows signs of distress, sudden decrease of grooming (especially in cats), perpetual panting, increased furballing/vomiting, it can be signs they are no longer coping.
-Your local vet, or animal groomers, can help. Unless you have the training, attempting it yourself is not the best course of action; especially as you do not know how your pet will respond to their first clipping.


-Towards early morning or evening, if the water from the hose is cool enough, play a game with your pets. We used to do this with our horses.
Sprinkler setting for a little shower, soaker setting for them to chase around (or scratch an itchy spot). Or just whack your finger in the end of your hose to spray it all over the place.
-DO NOT use this while it is heating up. It’s like being trapped in a damp t-shirt they can’t take off and can stress them out.


-Have as many windows open as is both possible and SAFE.
If you have a cat likely to fall out unless there’s a flyscreen, then you’ll need to find a flyscreen or not utilise that window.
-Have net curtains. It allows airflow, and also blocks the majority of light from the household/room.
-Try to make airflow pathways. Find out if any object in the room blocks air coming in, etc.





>Walk your pets while it is hot. 
>Walk your pets on the road or cement if you, personally, cannot hold your hand to it.
>Leave them in the car. I don’t give a damn how far down the windows are, they are not safe and could literally die.
>Leave them in a hot house. Same problem.
>Assume that because they have found a dark place to hide, that they are cool.



>Look up the signs of heatstress in your pet or pets’ species. 
Write it on something prominent, and make sure that anyone else in the house is aware of what to look for.
>Note any change in your pet’s behaviour, appetite, demeanour, water intake, health, stress levels, etc. 
>Have a plan to respond in the event of heatstress. 
Have your vet’s contact details on the fridge. IF YOU ARE CONCERNED, CALL THEM. They field these questions everyday, and can advise you as to whether you need to ‘keep an eye’ or come in immediately. It can be the difference between life and death for your pet.
>Have a plan for Fire Evacuation. 
>Go through the checklist, or look online, for new and innovative ways to keep your pet cool. 
>Have these things ready to use, because it’s only getting hotter from hereonin, people.

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Australians, we are intrinsically attached to our semi-lethal bushland mates.
How can you help them under the circumstances?

Too easy.


-From a small birdbath, through to a half-shell kid pool; you can use just about anything. Whatever you use, try to put it in shade, closer to bushland/trees where wildlife will feel more comfortable to access it; and put a BIG ROCK or a LARGE BRANCH into the water.
>Why?  Safety.
Try to locate a large rock with a flat top that any animal that falls in can easily climb on; or, a branch they can use to climb out with. Birds through to joeys will thank you. It also lets bees, birds, and smaller creatures (like quails) to access the watersource.
>Change the water regularly and you may need to scrub the bath out once a week (as it may stagnate otherwise).

>If you come across a heatstressed animal that is safe to approach, you can temporarily rehydrate them using a waterbottle. Then seek further assistance.
If you personally can get them to a vet, do so. If you cannot without injury (to self or animal), call the RSPCA Emergency Line (1300 ANIMAL).

>>>In the event of an injured, ill or otherwise disabled animal, please call the RSPCA EMERGENCY HOTLINE (1300 ANIMAL - 1300 264 625).


-Even whacking up an old gazebo can give a bit of shade. Or, in an absolute emergency, toss an old sheet over the hillshoist (washing line), to make a weird sort of giant umbrella.

Get creative. Save a life.

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These are just a few ideas, tips and tricks to keep your family friend and bushland mates cool in the coming onslaught of Summer.

Hope this Helps, guys.

Shower Surprise

Author’s notes: Ok, so I’ve hardly written anything other than research papers and the only creative writing I’ve done was also mandatory for school, so this is definitely a first for me. I just got this idea in my head and couldn’t get rid of it. So I figured, why not write it down? Here it is, I hope it doesn’t totally suck and that you enjoy it. Please send me feedback. Like seriously, let me know what you think and send me any suggestions that might improve my writing. It’s going to be a series, I don’t know how many parts it will have. I’ll just keep writing until an ending comes to me or you all tell me it sucks and I decide to stop torturing you with it.

I was inspired by @sdavid09 and @ravengirl94. They are amazing writers and I love their works.

Summary: You’re taking a shower after a bad hunt and fantasizing about a certain archangel, when it accidentally turns into a prayer, one that he answers.

Warnings: Nudity, injury, violence, strong language, smutt-ish stuff, eventual loss of virginity to the devil. If I missed something let me know and I’ll add it.

Word count: 2504

Pairing: Reader x Lucifer

A/n: If you want to be tagged let me know!

Part 2

“Ughh…” You gritted out as you leaned forward into the shower stream to allow it to flow over your face and down your back, washing away all grime of today’s hunt. You watched as the water, heavily tinted with blood, swirled around your feet before rushing down the drain. Damn, you had hated vampires from day one, but especially so right now. 

 You hardly ever joined the brothers on a hunt, and it was even rarer for you to join in the fighting. You had been with them ever since the boys saved you from a douche bag of a vampire bent on turning you all those years ago. You found a niche with the Winchesters by holding down the bunker and doing research. You cleaned, cooked, made supply runs, and cared for the boys and anyone else in the strange extended family who happened to stop by. But your passion was digging through the lore and finding solutions and information to help Sam and Dean. Which really worked out in your favor since you were never much of a fighter, not physically at least, and you were a lot more afraid of facing the things that go bump than the boys were. You only assisted in that regard when they were really desperate; like they had been today. 

 You were pretty beat up to say the least. Two vamps got the jump on you and gave you a thorough ass beating before the boys could give you any backup. You had several large gashes and dark purple bruises covering your ribs and back, a few down on your legs as well. Sam stitched you up as best as he could, but you knew you would take a long time to recover. So you just stood there, with your arms braced against the back of the shower, allowing the hot water to roll over your face and let your mind wander to anything but today. Wander… wander… and damn if it didn’t wander somewhere you didn’t really want it to go; right to Lucifer.

Your mind had been wandering to Lucifer more and more here lately and you just couldn’t understand why. You hadn’t known him as long as Sam and Dean. You weren’t a hunter yet when they started, and ended, the Apocalypse. But you were around, and right in the middle of the whole mess with Amara. You had been down in Hell when Cas and Sam ended up in the cage with him; you spent countless hours trying to track him down and get him out of Cas; and you had been stuck in the middle of Lucifer, Chuck, and the boys as they were trying to sort out their issues and get their shit together to stop Amara. Why did it seem like you were the only one with a level head in this weird family?

Lucifer had never exactly been nice to you, but he was always less harsh than he was with everyone else, but since Chuck and Amara had made up and Chuck ordered him to stay with you guys, he had become more and more pleasant, kind even, at least to you. He was still a snarky ass for the most part, but the two of you had become friends of sorts. It showed most in the way he actually helped you around the bunker, even if it was just sitting in the library with you as you did research so you weren’t there all alone; and he always answered your prayers much in the same way Cas always answered Dean’s.

But the way you had been thinking about him lately was… different. It was more fantasizing than anything else and it made you uncomfortable when you realized you were doing it. Why did his Nick vessel have to be so damn attractive? You always forced yourself to think of something different when you caught yourself doing it; but not this time. You allowed yourself to give in as the sound of the shower filled your ears and drowned out the world. The way he towered over almost everyone else, over you, damn he was huge. About how tight his pants were, especially in the front, giving your imagination plenty of fuel. About how nice it would be to have him hold you in his arms; or pin you to the bed while he…

What the fuck is that?!

Why did these weekly meetings about the current state of Hell have to be so boring? Holy fuck, is he actually still talking?, Lucifer wondered as he half listened to the demon standing before him, apparently still giving some sort of presentation about soul collection numbers. He only attended these meetings because out of necessity to reinforce that he was king; that and apparently it was frowned upon for a king to be completely disconnected from his subjects. So he showed up every week and sat on the throne in front of a committee of what he believed to be the dumbest demons Hell had to offer. Maybe I should just kill him and be done with it… 

Lucifer’s mind wandered quite a bit during this meeting, as it did in every meeting, as he was only half listening to what his idiotic minions had to say. He thought about a wide variety of things, from new ways to torture Crowley, to why humans were so fascinated with the one they called “The Science Guy.” But often his thoughts were turned towards a very particular hunter he knew. You were constantly on his mind, and he had no idea why. He was drawn to you and often wondered if you felt the same pull towards him. The harder he tried not to think about you, the more he inevitably did. The way your hair would fall across your face as you read… How you always smelled of old books and cinnamon… How the shirts you wore always conformed so snugly to your figure…

I’ve had about as much of this as I can stomach, Lucifer decided as he shifted in his seat, preparing to obliterate the moron who was still somehow rambling on when suddenly he heard it; a prayer, your prayer, to him and he froze. It wasn’t a prayer of words, but of intense need and urgency and… desire? He thought he had felt it before, short bursts of this intense feeling, but they were fleeting and he always wrote them off as nothing more than his desire for a good excuse to leave; but not this time. This time there was no mistaking it for an overactive imagination. It was coming through loud and clear, growing stronger every minute. Forgetting that that he was in a meeting, Lucifer took off at once for the source of the prayer.

Boy was he in for a shock when he landed. What the fu—ah… Lucifer suddenly found himself standing behind you in the back of your shower, being hit by the few errant jets of water that sprayed too far out from the shower head. It took him a moment to realize where he was, but when he did he froze. There you were, standing in front of him and leaning against the back of the shower, completely exposed and… and… What the fuck happened to you?! You were in the worst state he had ever seen you in; there were livid bruises everywhere, an alarming number of deep gashes mingled throughout, and he could even sense a few fractures. He remembered you mentioning that the boys needed you to help with some fieldwork on a hunt, but how could they let this happen?

As he stood there looking at you, Lucifer began to feel a fire beginning to rise up within him, but it wasn’t just anger. He had always been able to fight down this strange feeling you seemed to trigger in him, but not this time. Injured as you were, being here and seeing you like this, still feeling your prayer of nothing but need for him, it was affecting him. Lucifer noticed that it was causing a physical reaction as well; the front of his jeans began to grow tighter and stretch to accommodate this new change. He snapped his fingers ever so softly, instantly removing his clothes to see what was happening to himself. Interesting, he thought, turning his attention back to you. There would be time to explore this new feeling later, but now you needed his healing; without hesitation, Lucifer reached out as he felt your prayer beginning to wane and placed his hand right between your shoulder blades and allowed his grace to flow out and repair all the damage of this hunt. 

You had been so lost in your fantasy that you didn’t hear the familiar rustle of wings as Lucifer landed behind you. And you certainly didn’t hear the soft snap of his fingers as he removed his clothes. You did, however, feel his hand when he placed it on your back, sending you into panic mode. What the fuck is that was all you had time to think before you felt it, that ice cold wave of relief that washed over you, soothing every ache and injury before it withdrew and you felt the hand leave your back. You barely had time to process that you had just been healed when you heard a familiar voice come from behind you.

“What have those idiots done to you?!” 

“Ah!” You let out a small cry and jumped, nearly causing you to slip and fall. The slick floor of the shower made it difficult for you to turn with any sort of dignity or grace, but you were too flustered to care about that at the moment. As you came to a stop finally facing him you threw out your left arm to brace yourself against the side of the shower. There he was, just standing there staring down at you with anger and concern and something you couldn’t quite place all mingled in his eyes. “Lucifer, what the fu–” you started, but were quickly cut off as he reached forward to try to turn you from side to side and examine you. “Hey, cut it out! And what the fuck are you doing here?” You demanded as you unsuccessfully tried to pull away, almost falling for a second time, which only made Lucifer tighten his grip on your arm. 

“Y/N, what do you mean, what am I doing here? You were the one who prayed to me, I was just responding to it,” he countered, but his tone had softened and taken on a note of confusion. Finally satisfied that you were completely healed, he released you and stopped his examination. You already had your usual attitude back which he took as a good sign. Unfortunately, that, combined with seeing your naked body healed and in glistening in the stream of the shower only stoked the new fire burning in his gut, and pushed his physical reaction further. He stared down at you and tried to keep his blue eyes locked on to your Y/E/C ones, afraid you might notice them wander. You didn’t seem to realize yet that you were both standing there naked and only a foot or so apart; that was about to change.

‘You were the one that prayed to me…’ What did that mean? You hadn’t been praying; you were… Oh no. “I-I didn’t mean to pray, it was an accident. I was just…” You started to stammer out in response, but when you broke eye contact to look down in your embarrassment you finally noticed the elephant in the room. You were naked; naked in front of your favorite archangel. And so was he! You had intended to look at the floor, but instead ended up staring right at his massive erection. You were only stunned momentarily, suddenly remembering your own exposed state. Removing your left arm from the wall of the shower, you threw it across your breasts, while simultaneously using your right hand to cover your crotch as best you could. 

“Lucifer, seriously what the fuck?!” You shouted as you took a half step back and redirected your attention from his cock back to his face, just in time to see disappointment flit across his face before he resumed his usual mask of indifference. 

“I really don’t know why you’re so worked up. You were the one who wanted me here so badly I heard it as a prayer, which I was gracious enough to answer, hence the fact that I am here. And I may not have much experience with showers, but I do know that no one takes one with their clothes on, so I decided to do away with them.” Lucifer answered, his voice condescending as ever. “But,” he continued, “you still haven’t  answered my question. What have those damned idiots done to you?”

You stiffened as the tone of his voice quickly changed. There was no mistaking the anger in his words. Why did he care if you were hurt on a hunt? He didn’t even like humans. He just disliked you less than most of the others, right?

“They haven’t done anything to me.” You shot at him. “A few vamps got the drop on me because I wasn’t paying enough attention; it was my fault and if Sam and Dean hadn’t…”

“If Sam and Dean hadn’t drug you out into danger where you don’t belong then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place!” Lucifer cut you off, his anger taking the forefront of his emotions. Why did you always defend them like this when they didn’t even realize or appreciate your value? He had placed his hands on his hips and was leaning forward, bringing his face down and closer to yours. You were frustratingly short at times.

“What do you mean ‘where I don’t belong’? I’m a hunter! That’s exactly where I belong!” You we’re yelling quite loudly by this point, but you didn’t care. Your room was furthest from the main room and no one was going to hear you over whatever they were doing. Forgetting your nudity, you placed your hands on your hips and took an angry step forward, almost closing the space between you. You stood on your tip-toes, bringing your face within inches of his. Trying to bring your anger under control you dropped your voice back to a more normal volume, but there was no mistaking the anger and indignation that dripped from your words. “Just because I don’t go out and fight very often doesn’t mean I can’t handle myself! The boys needed help and they had no one else to ask so I went. I’m a grown ass woman and I can do that if I want to. What does it even matter to you anyways? Why do you care if I get a little hurt on a hunt?”


Take a Breath - A Kalluzeb Fic

“Kanan, thank you… for taking me in.”  

“Thank you, for risking everything.”  


The aftermath of Thrawn’s attack on Chopper Base was filled with a somber quiet.  Survivors crowded inside the Ghost, ragged and dreary from the battle behind them as their adrenaline slowly seeped away, leaving them weary and exhausted. 

An occasional cough broke the silence, the sound of shifting bodies almost unbearably loud in the delicate quiet.  No one spoke, everyone lost in their own minds as they processed the events of the day, silently grieving their losses and working out the horrors they had all faced during the attack.  

Kallus sat in the corner of one of the Ghosts halls, arms wrapped around his knees protectively and actively avoiding the gaze of anyone in the hall with him. He was vaguely aware of the attention his Imperial uniform and battered face invited, ignoring the stares of the other rebels lining the halls of the Ghost.  

He hugged his knees closer to his chest, wincing at the twinge his bad leg gave in response to the movement.  Kallus knew that he was in need of medical treatment, but he was also aware that there were others who needed it much more than him.  He was more than content to wait for those to receive care before he went looking for it.  

He hadn’t hesitated to escape to the rebellion when the opportunity had presented itself, but now that he was there he wasn’t sure what to do.  Kallus knew, logically, that he was now a rebel, but it didn’t seem quite right.  He had been Fulcrum for so long, an Imperial for even longer, and it almost felt wrong to just leave it all behind him so quickly.  

Lost in thought, Kallus didn’t notice as someone walked up to stand in front of him.  


The ex-Imperial startled out of his reverie at the sound of his name, eyes snapping up to meet a familiar purple face.  He relaxed his shoulders and unclenched his arms from his legs.  

“Garazeb,” he responded

The lasat gazed at him for a moment, silent as his green eyes swept over his form.  “Has anyone checked over your injuries?”  

Kallus shook his head.  “No.  There were others who were in need of more immediate treatment than I.”  

Zeb nodded and offered him a hand up.  “Well, come on then.  Let’s get you patched up.”

Kallus grabbed ahold of Zeb’s large paw and pulled himself up, cringing as his leg gave another painful twinge.  Zeb eyed him for a moment but said nothing, leading him out of the hallway.  

Zeb pointed to a door.  “The ‘fresher’s just through there, get yourself cleaned up.  I’ll find something for you to change into.”  

Kallus nodded and limped toward the door.  “Thank you, Zeb.”  

“Don’t mention it.  We’ll get ya patched up when you’re done.”  


Kallus took his time in the shower, allowing the warm water - all Imperial vessels had sonic, so it was a nice change - to wash over his body.  The tension bled out of his muscles as he scrubbed at his skin and hair, and he stood under the spray to allow the liquid to run down his face for a few moments before turning it off.  

A new set of clothing was waiting for him when he stepped out.  He toweled off and changed into the soft pants and shirt quickly - they fit surprisingly well - and stepped out of the room.  

Zeb was waiting for him, leaning against the wall and staring at some point on the floor.  He looked up when Kallus moved to stand beside him, offering the man a small smile before placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him to the med bay.  It was surprisingly empty, and Kallus questioned it.  

Zeb chuckled.  “Everyone got their care a while ago, it’s just you that took so long.”  

Kallus shook his head, ignoring the flush that spread across his cheeks.  “Very well.”  

He sat down on one of the many beds and watched Zeb move around the room, gathering bandages and bacta to treat his wounds.  The lasat made his way back over and set down the supplies before motioning to his shirt.  “Right.  Off with it.”  

Kallus chuckled and pulled off the garment, taking note of Zeb’s wince when he saw the man’s abdomen.  He let out a grumbled curse as he took in the mottled skin, angry red and purple bruises spread out across his chest and stomach.  

“Karabast, what did they do to you?”  Zeb asked

Kallus hesitated.  “Thrawn did not take kindly to having a traitor in his midst.”  

Zeb shook his head and went to work, spreading bacta across the bruises.  “Any broken ribs?”  

Kallus winced as the lasat poked at the bones, but shook his head.  “Bruised, I’m sure, maybe cracked, but none broken.”  

Zeb nodded and was silent as he finished spreading the bacta across the bruises.  His hands were comfortable on his skin as they spread the cool gel and Kallus could feel the heat that radiated off the lasat’s body.    

Kallus shivered as Zeb stepped away, instantly missing the warmth the other offered.  

“Everything okay there, Kal?” Zeb asked, handing him the soft shirt.  

Kallus nodded.  “Just… cold.”  

Zeb nodded back at him and poked his thigh.  “These off too.”  

At the blond’s questioning gaze, he chuckled.  “Don’t think I didn’t see the limp.  I want to check on your leg.”  

Kallus nodded and tried to ignore the soft flush that colored his cheeks as he pulled off the pants.  He winced again when the movement pained his leg, and Zeb cursed at the bruising on his thigh, reaching for the bacta.  

“What happened?”  

Kallus cringed.  “Thrawn kicked it, at the end of our fight.  It’s not broken again, just bruised.”  

The lasat nodded, spreading the cool gel over the bruise.  “Did you have any problems with it, after the moon?”  

Kallus shrugged.  “Some mild chronic pain, nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Zeb nodded again and paused, eyes roaming over the ex-agent’s face.  A large hand reached up to touch the scrape on his forehead and Kallus didn’t bother fighting the reaction to lean into the touch.  “What happened before we pulled you out of there?”  

Kallus sighed and looked down.  “Thrawn knew of your plans to attack the factory on Lothal.  I went to Bridger’s tower to warn you, but he followed me. He… knew that I was Fulcrum, for how long I am unsure but I can guess that he made the connection when Bridger came to get me out.  Thrawn… he cross referenced the trajectory of the transmission with that of General Dodonna’s fleet and learned the location of your rebel base… I can only assume he meant for me to overhear his meeting and tricked me into giving him the location of your base. I-”


Kallus blinked and stared at the lasat in front of him.  “… What?”  

Zeb ran a hand across his face and leaned down so his face was level with Kallus’s, hands on either side on him on the bed.   

“You know that none of that was your fault, right?  Thrawn is crafty and used your reactions against you, there was nothing you could’ve done to stop that. There’s absolutely nothing that happened that you should feel guilty about.”  

Kallus sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.   “I… logically, I know that.  But knowing and feeling are two very different things.”  

Kallus looked down, not wanting to see the expression on Zeb’s face, and started when two large arms wrapped around him, pulling him into an embrace.   

The lasat stayed silent, tightening his arms around the ex-agent.  Kallus felt the tension bleed out of his muscles and his arms moved to circle Zeb’s body, hands clasping to the back of his uniform.  

They stayed like until Kallus’ body sagged against Zeb’s and he was fighting to keep his eyes open.  Zeb pulled back and chuckled, although Kallus could tell that he was just as exhausted.  

“Alright, I think it’s time we both hit the sack.”  

Kallus nodded and let Zeb help him up and lead him to what he assumed was his bunk.  Zeb led him to the bottom bed and gently pushed him against it. Kallus wasted no time in falling against the pillows and pulling the blanket over himself.  

Zeb chuckled and turned to walk away when a hand shot out to grab his arm.  


Zeb turned back to Kallus, who looked down and hesitated.  

“Kal?” Zeb asked

Kallus was silent for a moment longer before releasing his arm and sitting back, still looking away.  “I… I apologize… I don’t-”

“Kal, what is it?”  

The ex-agent worried at his lip for a moment before looking up and meeting Zeb’s eyes.  “I’m cold.”  

Zeb smiled at the unsaid ‘Would you stay and keep me warm?’ and nodded, moving the sit on the bed.  Kallus scooted over to allow Zeb in, lifting the blankets and draping them back over the both of them.  

Kallus turned to him, smiling as the lasat’s body heat quickly warmed him. “Thank you.”  

Zeb just chuckled and wrapped an arm around the man’s waist, pulling him in closer.  Had Kallus been more awake he might have fought against the hold, but hazy with exhaustion he simply curled in close the warm body beside him and fell asleep.  


The next morning Kallus woke up slowly.  He was pleasantly aware of how warm he was, snuggling closer to the source beside him.  

His eyes snapped open when he registered that said source was breathing and tensed when he came face to face with a sleeping Garazeb Orrelios.  Kallus held his breath for a few moments until the memories of the night before came trickling in and he relaxed, blushing at the thought that he had done something as childish as asking Zeb to stay with him.  

He groaned quietly and carefully observed his situation.  He was tucked close to Zeb, who had his arms curled loosely around him.  The lasat was peaceful in his slumber, face relaxed in a way Kallus had never seen before.  

Kallus noticed that even while sleeping, Zeb’s ears twitched in response to any noise.  His eyes roamed over the lasat’s face, stopping at those ears, enchanted by their movement.  Without thinking, Kallus carefully reached up to scratch behind one.  

Zeb shifted and his green eyes fluttered open.  Kallus’ hand fell to the lasat’s cheek, and Zeb turned his head to nuzzle into it.  A lazy grin spread over his face as he looked at the man in his arms.    

“G’morning Kal.”  

Kallus smiled back.  “Good morning, Garazeb.”  

The lasat yawned and stretched in place, then huffed and pulled Kallus even closer, burying his nose in blond hair.  

Kallus reached up to scratch behind his ear again and paused.  “I… is this okay?” he asked

Zeb hesitated a moment, thinking, before nodding.  Kallus carefully began to move his hand, scratching the appendage and marveling at just how soft it was. “Is there something in your culture about scratching one’s ears?” Kallus asked curiously

Zeb nodded and pulled away a bit to look into his eyes.  He looked away as he started speaking.  “When a lasat allows someone to touch their ears, it’s a sign of great trust and affection.”  

Kallus smiled and paused in his ministrations.  “Well, it is an honor to have such a privilege.”  

Zeb smirked back at him and moved back to nuzzle into his blond hair.  “Don’t abuse it.”  

Kallus shook his head.  “Never.”  His hand resumed scratching and a moment later a deep rumbling resounded from the lasat’s chest.   

Kallus froze.  “Are - are you?”  

Zeb tensed.  “Not a word.”  

Kallus chuckled, moving his hand to cup Zeb’s cheek, pulling back to look at him.  “It’s quite endearing though, Garazeb.”  

Zeb snorted raised a brow, staring at the man in his arms.  Kallus just shrugged and settled closer to the lasat.  Zeb shook his head with an exasperated smile and tucked the man’s head beneath his chin.  

Kallus sighed.  “I suppose we will have to get up soon and face the real world.”  

Zeb nodded.  “We’re probably close to the new base.  Command’s gonna want to debrief you on anything you know and that’ll take a while.  And then it’s work. The rebellion’s gonna be on overdrive after the loss of Chopper Base.”  

Kallus sighed and tried to push down the guilt at the mention of the lost base. Zeb squeezed him tighter.  “I suppose there’s also a lot you’re gonna have to work out too, huh?” he asked

Kallus snorted.  “You make it sound so easy.”

Zeb chuckled.  “I’m sure.  There’s gonna be a lot to do but for now… I think it’s safe for us to take a breath.  I’d say we deserve a chance to relax for a bit.”  

Kallus nodded and smiled, his breath ruffling the fur on Zeb’s neck.  

“I’ll have to agree with you there, Zeb.”  

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“Pardon, Evangeline? What did you just say?”

Aedion looked at his pseudo-daughter in shock. She can’t have possibly said what he thought he heard. There was no way his beautiful sixteen year old just asked if she could bring a boy home to meet him.

“Please? I really want to introduce him to you, he’s really nice! I think you’ll really like him.”

Her citrine eyes pierced into Aedion.  She had chosen a good time to ask him, and he was sure that she knew that.

Currently he was sitting at his desk in his home in Orynth, slaving away over re-assignment orders for the refugee camps and enrolments for the Bane. It was a heavy task, one that made him weary and susceptible to the whims of females.

“Does Lysandra know about this?” He asked her.

“Of course! You know how snoopy she can be.” Evangeline rolled her eyes at him, a gesture he found both irritatingly familiar and endearing.

She crossed her arms over her chest and jutted her chin out, awaiting an answer. She tapped her foot impatiently, a quality she had inherited straight from her guardian.

“Did you have a day in mind?” He conceded.

She squealed in delight and skipped around the desk so that she could hug him. She clung to his shoulders and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll bring him for dinner tonight! Oh, you’ll love him. I’m so excited!” she exclaimed.

And she was. He could tell from the slight shaking in her hands and the heat coming off her face. Her smile was so bright it could light up a room.

If this boy hurt her he would kill him. Rowan would help.

Gods forbid what Lysandra or Aelin would do.


As soon as the boy walked into the dining room Aedion knew that he was going to be a problem.

The family sat around an oval shaped dining table in the extravagant – what else could you expect from Aelin’s castle? – Dining room. Aedion sat with Lysandra to his left and Aelin opposite from him. Rowan was next to her and next to him was Ren.

Ren had become as protective of Evangeline as Lys and Aedion had after the time he spent looking after her with his grandfather before the war. Now that his grandfather had passed away all the love and affection Ren had for him passed onto Evangeline. Aedion was grateful for it. It wasn’t until Evangeline met Ren that she truly embraced the scars slashing her face, even if they were there for the greater good.

This boy was a problem, and every male in the room knew it.

He was tall and walked as though he was a king. Arrogance shone on his face and his black hair was slicked back in a fashion that suggested he was too good to rough it with the rest of them. He gave them all a smirk as he swaggered into the room.

Lys stood to greet him and pulled Aedion with her. They were all dressed in finery, with the exception of Aedion. He hadn’t time before the dinner to change and nearly snarled when the boy gave his attire a disapproving look.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” Lys said amicably, “please, take a seat.”

The seats that were available were the ones next to Rowan and the one at the head of the table. The smile Rowan gave the boy was purely animalistic.

“Sit here - we can talk,” he said softly.

Aedion knew from experience this voice was often followed by bloodshed.

The boy nodded eagerly, misunderstanding Rowan’s tone to mean he was welcome.

He sat next to Rowan and Evangeline sat at the head. She smiled excitedly towards Ren and offered a thumbs up to Aedion and Lys.

Okay, so it didn’t begin that well but this boy had time to improve. Aedion would make a conscious effort to be more patient with him.

“At any point today are you going to introduce yourself, or are we just going to have to keep guessing?” Aelin asked. The look she gave him was innocent, but there was nothing innocent about what Aelin was doing. In fact, it looked like she was three seconds away from growling at him.

“Also,” Aelin continued, “when one enters a room with their queen its courteous to bow, or show even a little bit of respect. So get that shit eating grin off your face.”

Evangeline let out a squeak of pure mortification. The boy’s ears turned red at the tip and his cheeks tinted pink. 

“I’m sorry, your majesty.” He apologized. Suddenly he realised his proximity to Rowan was no accident and tried – and failed – to subtly move his chair more towards Evangeline.

“So are you going to tell us your name?” Aedion interjected.

Aelin shot him a feline smirk which he matched. Under the table Lysandra put her hand on his tight and dug her nails in.

Be good, the action said.

In reply Aedion quickly kissed her cheek.

“Oh, my name is Georgius. I was named after the late Queen of Adarlan.” The boy – Georgius – said.

Aelin hummed in reply.

Aedion saw Evangeline’s gaze dance around the room – she was assessing everyone’s reactions to the boy she had brought home.

“He grew up in Adarlan and moved here after the war with his father,” Evangeline was trying to prompt the conversation. They still had time to fill before the food was served, Lys wanted to make sure that they had enough time to get to know the boy.

“Really?” This piqued the interest of Aedion. “We were in Adarlan for quite some time. Are you from Rifthold?”

Georgius cleared his throat.

“Ah, yes. My father is a wealthy merchant so we lived in close proximity to the glass castle. When it was destroyed and so was the Wall he decided to get my family and leave. Of course, he was conscripted into the war and afterwards he didn’t want to return.”


Aedion thought it was rather curious that the family had decided to leave Rifthold immediately after it became one of the safest places in Erilea. King Dorian along with his second, Chaol, had been massively successful in their recovery efforts. Moving had nothing to do with the boy in front of him, if he was the same age as Evangeline then he wouldn’t have had a say in the matter.

“How old were you when you came to live in Orynth?” Ren was trying to make an effort, it was clear, but it was also obvious that this boy wasn’t his favourite.

“Eighteen.” He answered.

Lysandra looked confused at his answer.

“If you came here after the war… How old are you?” Suspicion was written across her face and it was solely aimed towards the boy – man? – next to the most important thing in her life.

“I’m twenty-three.”

Rowan, who had just taken a drink of wine, gagged and tried not to spray it everywhere.


Lys was pacing back and forth in their room, so furiously that it looked as though she was going to wear the rug.

The dinner had not gone well. Aedion had met many a men in his time and Georgius was one of the most arrogant and self-centred. The way he spoke to people dripped with contempt and disrespect. Unless it was Aelin. Aedion was surprised his eyes didn’t bug out of his head he stared at her so much. Aedion was surprised Rowan didn’t gauge out his eyes he stared so much.

“Oh Gods, I hate him. He’s despicable. He’s a twenty-three year old man-child trying to take advantage of a girl. What can we do? What can we possibly do that won’t make Evangeline hate us or think we’re being too intrusive?”

Aedion didn’t reply. He was too distracted by the sight of her long legs and short night gown.

She paused and looked at him. At the look on his face she humphed and put her hands on her hips.

“Don’t give me that look, this is serious!”

Aedion lightly laughed at her and burrowed deeper into the blankets.

“We can’t exactly judge the age difference, not when there’s three hundred years between Aelin and Rowan.” At least there was that.

Lys still looked tortured. Aedion sighed and got out of bed. He went to his wife and gently placed his hands on either side of her face.  He leant forward and kissed her lips softly.

At the touch, Lysandra seemed to relax – even if it was only a bit.

“I don’t want him to hurt her.” She wrapped her arms around her husband.

“She’ll move on. Everyone has a first love, and a last love.” At his words Aedion kissed her again, this time harder and for longer.

“It would kill me if he broke her heart. She’s been through so much. I don’t understand why she’s even attracted to a boy like that – not when for the last five years she’s had such wonderful men to set an example for how a woman should be treated. If… if Aelin hadn’t paid our debt and we were still in Rifthold then I might understand if Evangeline didn’t know how men should and shouldn’t be acting. But she does!” Lys groaned in frustration.

She hit her head against Aedion’s bare chest in annoyance.

“Stop that,” He snorted.

She pouted at him and he grinned back.

He had a plan to take care of this Georgius fool, but for now all he planned to do was pleasure his wife.


“Do I even want to know what you’re doing? Lurking in the bushes watching a young woman on a date is awfully creepy, don’t you think?”

Rowan and Aedion jumped at the sound of Aelin behind them.

It was true, they were hiding behind the main pillar in the court yard watching Evangeline and the Idiot. Rowan was in his hawk form, perched on the shoulder of Aedion, but both males still looked guilty at being caught.

“Oh you two, honestly.” Aelin huffed.

“We have to do something-”

“I wasn’t judging you for doing this. I was judging you because you didn’t ask for my help.” Aelin interrupted. “He’s a buffoon. The type of guy who thinks women are nothing but property. I want him gone.”

Aedion nodded and Rowan quietly squawked.

Aelin explained her plan to them. It was a strange plan, but Aelin’s plans had rarely failed in the past.

Rowan, who by now had transformed back into his usual fae self, added in his opinion when he felt necessary. Amazingly, a miracle really, Aelin listened to him and slightly altered her plans to suit him.

“Now all you two have to do is stand around looking pretty and be the territorial bastards I know you are.”

With that, she sauntered off in the direction they had seen Evangeline and Georgius walk.

“Think this’ll work?” Aedion asked Rowan.

“I bloody well hope so. That boy has one hell of a nerve thinking he can act like that when he’s dating the heir to Carravere. Actually, I believe that’s the only reason he’s interested in her.”

“Also because she’s a fantastic young woman.”

“Yes. Also because she is fantastic. Did you hear Aelin laugh? I believe that is our cue.”

Without his fae hearing it would have been impossible for Aedion to hear his cousin’s laugh, but blessed with the senses of the immortal he could hear it clearly.

He and Rowan, very casually, subtle as a bird in the wind, quite as a leaf falling in autumn, burst into a scene of Aelin laughing with the two young lovers.

Aelin had also, super casually, wrapped her arm tightly around Evangeline.

Evangeline was laughing at some joke Aelin had said and welcomed the embrace of the older female.

“Would you mind coming with me, Evangeline? I don’t want to steal you away but I don’t think you want to talk about his in public.” Aelin whispered the last sentence into Evangeline’s ear.

Evangeline must’ve had a feeling Aelin would steal her away for a womanly talk as her face went bright red. The queen had already told Aedion and Rowan that she planned to distract her with conversations about various protective tonics, and the two males agreed it would be not only a suitable conversation but also a good enough reason to steal the young heir away.

“Oh, um, I wouldn’t want to leave Georg-”

“Don’t you fret,” Aedion walked closer and kissed her red forehead. “Rowan and I can entertain him for a while.”

“Okay,” She gave him one of her bright smiles and walked away hand in hand with Aelin.

They waited patiently for Aelin to tell Rowan through the bond that she and Evangeline were safely inside and well out of hearing distance before slamming the Dick onto his back.

Rowan and Aedion loomed at the Shit, who was now sprawled on the dirt path. He tried to get up but one foot to his chest, curtesy of Rowan, stopped any attempts.

“I-I,” he sputtered.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with Evangeline?” Aedion demanded.

“Nothing, I swear! I haven’t touched her!” The Imbecile was very obviously panicked, and it made a shot of delight whiz itself up Aedion’s spine.   

“So you’re telling me that your intentions with her are pure and you don’t have any other motives by courting her? Hmm?” Rowan questioned.

Aedion revelled in the fact that Rowan had never used that voice on him. If he had when they were younger… Well, it would’ve been rather unmanly of him to shit himself.  

“Yes, yes! Please just let me go!” The scared Georgius begged.

“And if I don’t?” Rowan leaned down so that their faces were at eye level. “What will you do?”

Aedion could see the ragged breaths Georgius was taking to try and calm himself.

“If you don’t let me go Evangeline will hear about this!” The Fool said it like an order. Like he had any authority whatsoever.

“Maybe you should let him stand, Rowan.”

At his words Rowan lifted his foot from Georgius’s chest. Georgius scrambled upright and faced off against the two fae.

“I see you’ve come to your senses,” he had the audacity to tell them.

Rowan scoffed but Aedion levelled him with a gaze.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll ask you one question about Evangeline and if you answer correctly then we’ll let you near her. If not, then if we see you again we’ll feed you to Fenrys and Connall.”

“Okay,” Georgius agreed.

That cocky grin returned to his face, the same one he had on when at dinner he discussed how, honestly, the late King of Adarlan wasn’t that bad. Dorian was much more radical.

“What is her surname?”

He opened his mouth then shut it.

Then opened it.

Then shut it.

He was gaping like a fish out of sea. It was clear he had no idea.

Aedion and Rowan didn’t need any further confirmation that Georgius was not with their precious one for the right reasons and although Evangeline was fully capable of making sound decisions the men already in her life only wanted the best for her.

Aedion approached Georgius so quickly that he had no time to retreat before the General grabbed him by the lapels and snarled in his face.

“If I ever see you with her again you’ll be without your favourite part. Understood?”

The Fucker grimaced in confirmation.


The next day Aedion walked in on Lysandra in their room with a crying Evangeline in her arms. Both woman were in their pyjamas and chocolate wrappings were surrounding them.

“I just don’t know why he won’t talk to me! I can’t believe I didn’t see what an ass he was before!” She sobbed.

He approached the two woman sitting on the bed, Lysandra mouthing a silent thank you as he did.

“There’s many more men out there, my little lady. This is the first of many, I’m sure of it.” He assured her.

She looked at him, eyes rimmed in red with a sticky face from her tears.

“Are you really sure?” She asked in the tiniest of voices.

Aedion sat next to her and stole her away from his wife.

“You are the most beautiful girl in Erilea. Any man would be lucky to have you, but only the best deserve you.”


I hope you two don’t mind that I combined your requests, it just made sense when I knew I was writing a Ricky one-shot @val2557 & anonymous :)

The Stripper (Ricky Horror) (Motionless In White) (SMUT)

Word Count: 1,345


It wasn’t an ideal career path but you needed the money to pay for college after your parents refused to support you when you told them you wanted to study photography instead of becoming a boring lawyer like them. The strip club wasn’t as seedy as shown in film and TV; the boss was nice and not at all sleazy. Plus the other girls took you under their wing and some had become my close friends and second family.

Tonight when you emerged from the back room after getting dressed in your usual skimpy black and red ‘clothes’ if you could even call them that. You wore fishnet stockings, a short black skirt and a matching red and black bikini style top with a pair of black heels. You were told it complimented your dark brown with crimson tips hair that was curled and sprayed so not a single strand was out of place. You let the other girls smother you in makeup, so you had smoky eyes that made your green eyes ‘pop’ and dark red almost black lipstick that contrasted your pale skin because you refused to fake tan. Your boss beckons you over and points to one of the back rooms and raises an eyebrow.

“You have a client, apparently dealing with a breakup so make him feel special. He’s in a band so discretion is needed and don’t forget to be your lovely self so he spends more than him and his friends already have.”

You wonder which band he was in, you worked in a pretty exclusive strip club and the occasional musician wandered in and splashed the cash. You follow your boss’s finger to one of the booths and your eyes widen, Motionless In White was in your club. However one member was missing while the others were getting friendly with some of the other girls. Wait a second, was Ricky your client? No it couldn’t be. They were one of your favourite bands but after working here you learnt to keep your fangirl under control, especially since you’d spent time with Ashley Purdy, Ben Bruce and even Mike Fuentes.

You take a deep breath before pushing open the door to the back room, your suspicions are confirmed when you see Ricky look up from his phone. He was with Jessica, then you remember what your boss said about him going through a breakup so they mustn’t be together anymore.

“Hi, I’m not going to lie but I don’t really do this kind of thing often. But my band said I needed to have a good time and well you came recommended from a few friends. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

Ah it was cute how nervous he sounded; this must have been his first time in a back room. You smile.

“Only if they’ve told you good things, or I might not play nice next time they come in.”

He laughs and runs a hand through his hair.

“I think a certain Ashley Purdy wants you all to himself where as CC said you were a laugh.”

“Purdy is a character. But enough about him, can I ask you a question? It might be a bit personal so you don’t have to answer.”

He nods as if giving you permission.

“I thought you were with Jessica. Yes I’m a fan but I keep it professional.”

“I was with her until she cheated on me.”

You make an ‘oh’ shape with your mouth.

“What exactly did you have planned tonight, or do you want me to surprise you?”

He quirks an eyebrow and smirks.

“Surprise me.”

They always said that. You strut towards him making sure to draw attention to your body before you straddle his waist on the chair he was sitting on. His eyes linger on your breasts that were pushed up thanks to the top which made you smile as you lean over making sure to rub his crotch with your hand as you nibble his ear making him shiver.

“Tonight I’m all yours Ricky, all of this is for you and no one else. You can control me, tell me what you want.”

Pulling back you bite your lip as your hands roam up and down his chest before one found its way to his crotch again and started palming him through the black skinny jeans.

“You’re a tease y/n.”

You continue to bite your lip and bat your eyelashes innocently.

“I don’t know what you mean Ricky?”

His eyes darken and you recognise lust flash behind them before he forcefully grabs your hand and undoes his zip.

“Stop biting your lip, it makes me want to fuck your pretty mouth.”

“Then fuck my pretty mouth Ricky.”

He lets go of your hand and you help him pull down his jeans and boxers, and your eyes bulge at the size of his package exposed in front of you. He smirks upon seeing your reaction.

“Fuck me Horror.”

“Yes I intend to y/n.”

You wonder how the hell you were going to fit him all inside you, but he didn’t give you chance to think it over before he grabs your hand again and forces you to pump him. You kind of liked the dominance; it made your job a lot easier. You lower your head and slowly take him inside you while continuing to pump.

“Shit y/n you’re perfect.”

He grabs your hair and forces you to take more of him until you feel it hit the back of your throat, but you were lucky not to have much of a gag reflex. He shudders as you change speed before he thrusts against you nearly making you choke.

“Swallow for me like a good girl.”

He releases in your mouth shortly after and you swallow before licking him clean and pull back. You rest your head on his chest as the two of you get your breathing back under control. There was something different about Ricky compared to your other clients. He cups your chin and tilts your head up to face him and you realise the smirk was back.

“Now I think it’s time I repaid the favour.”

His other hand slides up your thigh before he starts stroking the top of your stockings, you shiver at his cold touch.

“You don’t have to do that Ricky.”

He ignores you and continues trailing his fingers until he plays with the hem of your underwear, what made the moment more intense was the fact his eyes never left yours.

“But I want to y/n.”

You gasp and clutch his top as he cheekily slides two fingers inside you and starts to pump. You can’t help but moan as he moves you to the sofa next to him and lowers you down, still keeping his fingers inside you. He slides down your underwear and adds a third finger before he finds your G-Spot sending you over the edge.

“Shit Ricky and you said I was perfect.”

He chuckles darkly and continues his finger assault until you feel a warm knot in your stomach.

“R-Ricky I’m going to come.”

“Not yet.”

He removes his fingers and you groan as he licks them clean in front of you. Next thing you know he lowers his head and you jolt feeling his tongue teasing you. You’d never been eaten out before, yes you’d had sex with Ashley but it didn’t ever feel like this. You continue to moan and run your fingers through his hair as you try and hold on, but with a skilled flick of his tongue you feel yourself release into his mouth.

Ricky pulls back and helps you up before pulling you onto his lap after you pulled your underwear back on. Usually after a blow job and a bit of a tease the client thanked you and left but Ricky had taken care of your needs. He stroked your hair as he lazily placed kisses up your neck, the gesture was almost sweet. You wouldn’t forget this night any time soon.

Have A Little Faith: Chapter Six

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves.”

- William Shakespeare

“Let’s go.”

Harry followed me out of the building in silence, and I tucked my hands into the pockets of my shorts as soon as we were outside. It was dark enough that the street lights were on, and if I looked up I could see the stars in the sky.

The streets were almost bare, occupied by no more than couples walking down the street hand in hand. I hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing the bustling city in rest yet, so the sight made me feel a sense of contentment.

“What’re you thinking about, love?” Harry asked, pausing to stand beside me and glance down at my features. I must’ve been out of it. I flashed him a soft smile as an apology, shrugging a shoulder. And I didn’t even feel weird when he called me “love” this time.

“About how the stars,” I offered, lifting my chin a little bit to look up into his curious eyes. “I know it’s a cliché thing to say…”

“Not at all. What about them?” He said tenderly after he’d heard my hesitance, urging me to continue. If there was one thing I knew about Harry at this point is that he liked skipping right past the small-talk.

“Um…I guess I love them because they remind me of how little I am, and how short life is,” I explained, pausing to pull on a lock of my hair, a nervous habit I’d developed. “Because of how far away they are, the stars that we see could possibly be burned out already. But we still see them shining because it takes their light so long to travel from there to here. They have an effect on us even after they’re long gone.”

I ended with a whisper, voice trailing off as I realized how stupid I sounded. I lowered my gaze to the ground and felt heat rise to my cheeks, only to hear Harry’s voice a moment later.

“Why do you do that?” He inquired, tilting his head a little bit sideways in an attempt to regain eye contact.

“Why do I do what?” I asked, granting his wish by looking back up into his emerald eyes that were riddled with an emotion that I couldn’t identify.

“Every time you say something important to you, you hide right after. As if you don’t think your ideas matter,” he explained, and it wasn’t until I heard him call me out on it that I realized how much I did that. I’d spend the greater part of my adult life doing it. “I want to hear what you have to say, yeah?”

I looked at him for a long moment as his words resonated in my mind. I wanted to ask why. Why was he here? Why me?

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