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To all the Tony Stark haters on here, you do realize that ALL of the events that happened in Spiderman: Homecoming were NOT Tony’s intentions right? Tony did not in any way force or suggest Peter to go after Vulture and his crew. In fact, that scene between Tony and Peter after Tony found out what he had been doing just proves he wanted to keep Peter safe and keep him away from the bad guys. But either way, THAT WAS ALL PETER’S DOING! BECAUSE HE IS A KID WITH POWERS WHO WANTS TO USE THOSE POWERS TO HELP PEOPLE! Seriously, you all act like you’ve never seen a Spiderman movie. He always started using his powers at a young age, and now just because with this version when Tony brought him in for a MINOR part in the cacw fight, y’all start freaking out and aboard the “I hate Tony Stark” train. Did you guys hate him using his powers beforehand, when Peter was out fighting crime on the streets / saving people, hence how Tony found out about him in the first place? No. It was only when Tony got involved that you thought the idea was “disgusting” and “irresponsible.” Peter has a brain, if he didn’t want to help Tony, he wouldn’t have. He has always looked up to Tony and sees him as a GOOD GUY (which some of you have forgotten cause yes Tony Stark is a GOOD GUY!) so of course he wanted to help him. Bottom line is, if I see one more post or comment about how Tony is selfish and doesn’t care about the well-being of Peter, I might explode.

Originally posted by instalaugh

Just Sex?

Part two of Good Little Angel 

Word count: 1,779

Warning: smut, slight angst, slight fluff, teasing (LOTS), Dom! Lucifer

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request! This is a part two.

The Winchesters react badly to your actions but then you defend yourself by saying that it was only sex. Lucifer isn’t too happy about how you talked about him behind his back.

A/N: Sorry it’s taken me so long to post again, exams are coming up soon and I’m super busy but I’m off on study leave soon so hopefully I will be able to write more. There’s gonna be a part three of this when I get around to it.

Originally posted by with-eyes-turned-skywards

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Derek x Reader

Warnings: talks about sex, jealous Derek, first time, sex, smut

Requested By Anon


Derek glanced up when you shuffled into his loft, he was surprised to see you’d come alone, normally if he so much as looked at you he’d have you caving into a giddy blushing mess. He knew exactly why you acted that way, the scent of it clung to you, driving the wolves insane but they resisted you.

You didn’t mean to have the deliciously obsessive scent and no one wanted to be the first one to point it out. He watched as you stopped in the middle of his living room and glanced at the door as if you were having second thoughts about being there.

 

“You alright?” He asked finally and you jumped when he stepped into the dim light.

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Goodbye - Harry Hook X Reader

Originally posted by malviex


Words: 5,930 (Geez this was longer than I expected)

Requested: Yes!

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Blood and all that jazz

Prompt: “Oh I’m sorry, I forgot I wasn’t good enough for you”


“Harold fucking Hook! You have got to be kidding me!”

Princes and Princess’ alike glared with a mixture of disgust and curiosity as you silenced the bustling crowd, flinging open the doors to the cafeteria and storming inside. It seemed as though the entirety of Auradon was sat in that lunch hall, whispering snide comments under their breath as you searched for your boyfriend.

To say you were pissed was an understatement.

You scanned the alarmed faces of the crowd for traces of smeared eyeliner or a signature smirk, with a glare that could have frozen the Pacific. He would be in here, you knew it, you would just have to find him. You slammed your fists on to a table belonging to a few of the newer VK’s, demanding to know where the pirate you were supposedly in love with was.

“Cut the bullshit Uma, where’s your first mate?” Your tone was steady enough to be considered rational but there was no denying the malice that laced your voice.

Uma nodded but rolled her eyes at you. The two of you were similar than you wanted to admit, being civilized to each other when you needed to but nothing much beyond that. You yourself so no issue with the pirate Captain and in a way kind of admired her strong leadership skills and her ridiculously determined attitude (although it could easily be mistook for stubbornness) but Uma hadn’t exactly wanted to be friends with you when she arrived, going to great lengths to try and keep Harry away from you at first. Perhaps it was your parents. You kind of got the hint being the daughter of her mother’s sworn enemy, Ariel, was slightly hard to overlook. Still, things worked out okay; you only tried to kill each other once a week now.

“I’d turn around if I was you” Uma said calmly, although a slight smile was pressed to her lips.

You guessed she liked drama just as much as any Auradon kid, it may have been the only thing she would ever have in common with Audrey or Chad.

Silently, as though the boiling frustration was seeping out of you, you spun around on your heels. Stood in front of you, arms open wide, grinning like an idiot and waving a metallic hook around in front of him before curtseying, was the Neanderthal you currently called your boyfriend. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, a mischievous reckless gleam in his eyes as he stared you up and down.

“Wipe that smug little look off of your face right now Har or I think I might just explode” You hissed, trying not to make a scene.

Your jaw had set into place and as much as you loved the pirate stood in front of you, you couldn’t help but to scowl at him.

“Y/N sweetheart, why’d ye look so… what’s the word I’m looking for here …” The corners of his mouth pulled up into another smirk and  you took a deep breath, dangerously close to losing your cool. And he fucking knew it. “…un-amused?”

You stepped towards him, folding your hands over your chest for a brief moment and staring him set in the eye.

“You set a kid on fire Harry! AGAIN!” You screamed, gaining the attention of various groups in the cafeteria, eager to know what the newest wave of gossip was bound to be. What was it with Auradon and un-necessary drama?

Harry chuckled a little before pressing his body against yours, his hook resting on the edge of your nose as he lowered his head towards your ear.

“Oh relax princess, ye know he deserved it” Harry made sure brush his lips against the sides of your neck, grinning as you shuddered at his touch.

You shoved him backwards.

The pirate grunted.

“ I hear him scream! The kid’s probably traumatized Harry and you don’t even care? Do you know how bad that is? You set a poor boy on fire and then you swan back over here, to stuff your face with, what even is that?” You glanced at the random food in his free hand “Turkey bacon? With turkey bacon for fuck sake!”

You could feel your face flushing more and more red and you were pretty sure Harry was becoming just as irritable as his expression began to harden

“Hold on a second,” Harry said bitterly, pulling you down into a seat at a free table before sitting opposite you. “Who said it was just some poor defenseless kid?”

“What are you saying Harry?” you hissed, hardly daring to raise your voice above a whisper, people where very obviously staring at you now.

“Well ye making it sound like I went and poured a gallon of gasoline over someone like Dizzy but I just got Uma to put a flame hex on Ben, they weren’t even real so ye can sto-“

“YOU SET THE KING ON FIRE?”

Yep, people were defiantly staring at you now. You sprung up from the seat and flung your arms in the air.

“Yeh not listening to me Y/N I told ye that-“ The pirates voice was slowly rising, an edge of frustration creeping into it.

“ARE YOU COMPLETELY CRAZY? BEN? YOU WANTED TO SET BEN ON FIRE! HARRY HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, THEY’LL SEND YOU BACK”

“Do ye even want to know why I set him on fire or are you just going to scream at me?“

Harry was defiantly mad now, his eyes ablaze with an undeniable spark of madness.

“No I fucking don’t! Do you care about anything; anything at all because everything you do is impulsive. It’s as though you don’t even think Harry! ”

“Oh because I’m clearly the bad guy here”

His voice was quiet and anything but calm. It was the kind of tone that scared you, the kind of Harry that scared you. His temper was like dynamite, once he was mad things happened fast, stupidly fast and there was little time to duck and take cover. You knew full well that you should have stayed quiet and wait for the rage to subside, but you couldn’t help sparring with him. You circled each other like trained boxers, trading slur for slur, insult for insult, dig for dig.  But he took it too far, Harry always did.

He got all up in your face, his breath hot and warm against your cheek. You had the sudden urge to smack him down, you were certainly strong enough, but you knew that if you did he would be gone, lost, hurting. Instead you gulped loudly and suppressed your violent impulses.

“People think you’re a monster Har,” you whispered, motioning to the crowd of people who were trying to divert their eyes from your little scene.

He shook his head before cocking it to the side to look at you differently.

“Do ye think I’m a monster Y/N? Do ye?”

He was goading you and you knew it, but a part of you picked up on the vulnerability of the statement and the way he retracted his hands from your shoulder, the way he took a step back. He thought you were afraid of him.

“Don’t be stupid Harry. You know I don’t”

“Then why do ye care eh? Why do ye care what they think? They’re only ever going to see me as the delinquent pirate from the Isle, I can deal with that, but if ye think I’m twisted then-“

“I don’t know why I care what they think okay, I just do. Because they say things about you, about me and I’m tired of listening to rumor after rumor. I don’t want to find out that you tried to hook a first year from Jane in chemistry! I don’t want Evie to tell me that you made some kid cry when they asked you for directions! You’re making me go crazy! It’s like you don’t even try Harry”

Those sat around us with common sense fled the dining hall, only a few stragglers left embroiled in our conversation. You had the feeling it was going to get ugly.

Instead of looking at you, the pirate glanced down at the ground, chuckling to himself coldly.

“Oh I’m sorry Y/N, I forgot I wasn’t good enough for you” Harry spat when he finally met your eye.

You jerked upwards, furrowing your eyebrows to question him.

“Har that’s bullshit! How can you even think like that?”

He wasn’t listening to you, you could tell; the madness was already behind his eyes. You’d pushed him too far and there was no coming back now until he had got it all out of his system.

“And I’m sorry I’m never going to be the cookie cutter boyfriend for your perfect little life”

Harry was pacing around in circles now and you shot the last remaining people a look so dirty it sent them scrambling towards the door. Even Uma had left leaving the two of you alone, bordering on a screaming match.

“You know better than anyone my life is far from perfect”

Your voice was hushed as though an open wound had been exposed. It was true, you were far from the stereotypical perfect depiction of a princess, even if your mother was Queen of the sea, and Harry knew that.

He scoffed.

“Ye know what I’m done with this”

He headed for the door, ignoring your calls for him as he trudged away.

“What? Done with what? Come back Harry I’m serious, don’t you dare walk away from me!”

Your empathy was replaced entirely with anger and you screamed at him harsher than you had meant to. It was a bad move on your part.

“I’m done with arguing, done with trying. I’m done with you”

He was gone, replaced with a bitter emotionless version of himself that he tried so hard to lock away. But he couldn’t, how could he possibly hide the Isle in him?

“Harry you’re not making any sense. What happens when you get sent back to the Isle huh? What happens to us then?”

Then Harry did something that stunned you. He turned, looked you in the eye and took the final blow that knocked you out for good.

“Ye know honestly, right now Y/N, I don’t care. I’d rather be back there with my crew, the ones that precious King of yers left behind, than anywhere with ye”

He would never harm a single hair on your head with his fists but Harry’s words packed the power of a thousand punches. You stumbled backwards a little. Carefully spoken, without hesitation, his words had an air of finality to them. It wasn’t until he was too far away to hear you that you actually responded, only just coming to your senses.

I’m done with you

I don’t care

I’m sorry

Fragments of his conversations unfortunately began to make sense.

“Is this… was that a goodbye?”

You were awoken the next morning to the aggressive sound of rapping at your dorm room door. Slowly but surely you prized your eyes open, squinting at the early morning light streaming in through the window. You glanced around your dorm trying to shake the sleepy daze fogging your vision; your roommate Lonnie was still fast asleep oblivious to your early morning visitor. Eventually your eyes settled on an alarm clock and your brows furrowed.

“Who the hell’s knocking at my door at half four in the morning?” you whispered to yourself as you hauled your body out of the comfortable warmth of your bed covers.

The knocking only became more vigorous as your feet hit the cold wooden floor; the person waiting for you to answer was clearly not the most patient. Then it hit you, just as you went to open the door, you realized you recognized the rhythmic tapping.

It was the knock of a pirate.

Just not the one you wanted to see.

“Uma?”

As the door swung open you were met with a disheveled version of the pirate captain a worried frown etched into her eyebrows.

“Get changed we’re going right now” She demanded, pushing you back into your bedroom towards your closet hurriedly, her scowl only intensified when you stopped dead, turning to her in confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“That’s right princess,” she hissed rolling her eyes “Get changed”

She threw a pair of jeans and a random top from your floor in your general direction as she began to pace around your room. You threw them straight back at her.

“Do you care to explain what exactly is going on here?” You asked pointedly, a hint of sarcasm coating your voice.

Uma only huffed in annoyance before charging up to and standing millimeter from your face.

“We, are going to the Isle” she snapped before continuing when she saw you open your mouth to object “Harry’s gone and it’s the only place I haven’t checked, he never came home last night. Unless, that is, he’s hiding in your broom cupboard”

You gulped.

“H-he’s gone?” You asked shaking your head, overcome with a feeling of denial

“That’s what I said fish features and if you aren’t coming I’ll go get him on my own”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” You interjected “Who said anything about me not coming?”

Uma looked up at you hopefully.

“What?” you said to her dreadfully quietly “I love him”

You had never really understood just how much you took for granted in Auradon until you stood on the docks on the Isle. Sure, you kind of got the gist that it wasn’t the friendliest of places and that generally it wasn’t the happy-clappy princess land that you called home; but you hadn’t expected it to be that bad.

You were wrong. So very, very wrong.

As you made your way to the docks where Uma had presumed your boyfriend would be, you passed at least a dozen half starved looking children prowling the streets even in the early morning. You were alarmed by their faces worn and weathered, caked in a thick layer of filth. The entire island was, tarnished with a black dirt that never seemed to leave the place, the lingering smell of fish guts making you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

“What’s up with you, your royal highness? Not what you expected?” Uma laughed, poking fun at your clearly bewildered first impression.

“No, it’s just that it a little…”  You struggled to find the right word to say until your eyes settled on a man tearing an apple from a small boys hand “…alarming”

Uma snorted like you’d said something funny.

Your furrowed your brows at her but you both shrugged it off as you stopped in front of the towering ship where you guessed Harry and Uma must have lived before coming to Auradon. You smiled fondly, the ship was impressive after all, but you couldn’t help wondering how Uma had acquired it.

A question for another time, you told yourself as you focused your ears, just able to make out a thick Scottish accent barking order from the deck.

Uma nudged your shoulder.

“Hurry up princess, by the sounds of it, that boyfriend of your has taken over my crew”

Uma dragged you onto the deck as she charged around the ship to find her first mate. It was in that moment you realized just how different you were, a small huddle of pirates circling you thoughtfully, intrigued yet somehow threatened by your presence, by the strikingly obvious differences in character. Suddenly you realized how hard Harry must have found fitting in at Auradon; how could he have possibly felt normal with people staring and whispering about him constantly? You felt a guilty knot form in your stomach, silently cursing yourself for not listening to Harry when he tried so hard to explain.

He was trying to tell you something. You told yourself. And all you did was shoot him down.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YE BRING HERE FOR!” You heard Harry yell from the bow of the ship. You glanced over to see Uma staring at him, arms folded, foot tapping on the floor.

Harry met your gaze, his eyes softening for a moment but hardening again once he saw the crew members staring at you like a piece of meat.

“AWAY FROM HER ALL OF YE, BEFORE I COME OVER THERE AND MAKE YOU”.

Sure enough they all scarpered, running away from the seemingly enraged pirate with an unreadable expression on his face. You knew for certain it wasn’t anger, so you took your chances, running up to Harry and flinging your arms around him, hoping he would reciprocate. You exhaled a breath you didn’t even know you were holding when he hugged you back, holding you up as he spun you round, careful not to catch you will his hook.

“I’m sorry, ye know for yesterday” Harry muzzled into your neck “In fact scratch that, ye know I’m sorry for everything”

“I know,” you whispered “But I’m sorry too. We’re both idiots”

Just like that, in that split second everything went back to normal, he was your crazy impulsive pirate and you were his stubborn over-eager princess.

“Ye shouldn’t be here Y/n” he said eventually pulling you away from him.

“Yes, well neither should you” you giggled, jabbing him playfully in the chest.

“No Y/N, you don’t get it. The Isle, its not safe for people like you”

You scoffed and chuckled a little.

“What you think that just because I’m a princess I can’t handle a li-“

You never got to finish your sentence because as you stopped for a breath, the filthy rugged body of an unfamiliar pirate dropped from the rope above the ship.

A body fell from the sky.

“INTRUDERS!” Was all that could be heard amongst the ship as more and more villains dropped from ropes onto the deck. They were armed, heavily, heaving swords and daggers as they began to plunder.

“DON’T LET THEM TAKE A THING!” You heard Uma yell as she drew her own sword from its sheath and cornered a few of the unwelcome guests against a railing, pushing them into the sea.

You glanced at Harry, who threw a sword in your direction. Catching it with one hand, you nodded at him.

“Get bellow deck” Harry said before rolling his eyes “This is exactly why I didn’t want ye here”

You kissed his cheek before sprinting in the opposite direction, heading for a hidden alcove whilst Harry took on an opponent.

“Don’t scare ye?” you heard him tease the seemingly tough villain he had pinned down on the floor as you moved away “Well that’s my specialty”

Gripping the cool handle of your weapon a little tighter you made your way across the ship, attracting as little attention to yourself as possible. Almost every pirate had a partner, each pair locked in a strenuous sword battle, swearing and sweat dripping from them as they attempted to hack the other into two. You were only a few feet away from your hiding spot when, momentarily distracted, you walked straight into one of the intruders, his unsettling smile laced with malicious intent.

Wordlessly, he raised his sword above his head, grinning as his weapon flew down with great force. You had never fought in your life; hell, you had never even held a weapon before, yet somehow you knew exactly what to do, exactly how to dodge, exactly how to fight back.

Crash! The swords slammed together, clattering with an enormous racket. Impressive displays of swiping and slashing flew about, still painfully aware of the glinting silver tip of the sword. You jumped, then ducked avoiding each lunged attack the villain attempted. You grabbed his sword, pulling it from his grasp and kicked it away, sending it skidding out of reach. Pinning him against a sail mast, you held your own sword to his throat, scowling at him, his eyes blazing.

“Don’t you ever come near me and my friends again, you understand?” You yelled in his face, despite the fact you hadn’t even talked to the majority of the crew. For some reason, the intruder wouldn’t drop the uncomfortable smirk.

You leaned forwards.

“I said do you underst-ah–”

You stumbled backwards in pain and watched the fugitive slip away as you vision blurred. Confused and dazed you looked down, your red shirt slowly spreading with fresh blood, the maroon colour deepening. There was a dagger protruding from your abdomen.

There was a dagger protruding from you abdomen.

It took only a few seconds for you to react; only a few more to panic. You had been stabbed, and badly; things weren’t looking good. The colour drained from your face as you scrambled desperately bellow deck, watching the battle continue, trying to distract yourself from the pain.

You didn’t know how deep your wound was but you knew better than to try and remove the dagger.

“If I leave it there I’ll be fine,” you told yourself “When they get me back to Auradon they can use magic or fairy dust or some other shit and I’ll be fine”

You had to think rationally, it was your only choice, so you sprawled yourself out across the floor watching your boyfriend take on more and more intruders. You weren’t bleeding too badly then, but you knew the moment you took the dagger out, it would be a blood bath. Harry was in full swing, kicking the attackers overboard and slashing at their legs with swords as you lay there, eyes brimming with tears as you tried not to cry. You had to stay quiet until the battle was over, so no enemy would find you and decide to finish you off. So you stayed there, biting your lip in pain, trying desperately not to scream.

But your whole tactic changed when you saw them. You knew you couldn’t just lie silently anymore. Harry was preoccupied dueling with a particularly advanced intruder that he didn’t notice them, trying to push him over the railings into the sea bellow. He didn’t see the new batch of villains crawling on the riggings above him, slowly inching their way towards him, their piggy eyes glinting with mischief. You knew exactly what they were going to do, he wouldn’t stand a chance, four against the one of him. They were only feet from him now, dangling their swords dangerously close to his head. He was blissfully unaware, swinging his sword so it clashed and clattered with his opponent’s, pushing him further and further away.

You contemplated calling out to him, warning him, but you knew you couldn’t risk it. If he didn’t hear you he would be done for and you would only draw attention to yourself, getting yourself killed in the process. No, you couldn’t call out to him. You had one option, one grim saddening option that would save the pirate you loved.  They were stalking him now, as if they were hunting him, and you couldn’t stay quiet any longer. You couldn’t watch him die.

So you stood up; before you could stop yourself you pulled out the dagger, ran towards Harry and threw yourself in front of him.

“HARRY GET IN THE WATER!” You screamed as you dived between him and the new posse of intruders.

He was stunned, clocking the red blood that now spurted from your chest furiously and grabbed hold of you.

“Y/N! What have you d-“

“GET IN THE WATER!”

You pushed him backwards, sending him flying overboard and watched him fall in the water. You know he could swim, he was the best in Auradon, so you knew that was the best place he could be.

Your knees buckled beneath you.

The new intruders spent no time inspecting you, noting the puddle of red blood oozing from your abdomen and turning away, clearly knowing that you wouldn’t be fighting back. They charged to another part of the ship.

As soon he was overboard you felt the first tinge of pain. You let out a muffled shriek of desperation as he sailed over the decking, throwing things brutally back into perspective. You probably won’t see Harry again.

And it killed you.

You tried to stumble your way to a mast to try and prop yourself up or at least out of sight while the commotion continued. You croaked and stuttered and hissed as you pressed your hand to your abdomen, coating it in sticky vermillion. You knew it was bad.  

“I’m not going to die” You whispered gritting your teeth in determination, refusing to give up.

You continued to pull your body towards safety, dodging rogue intruders as you tried to head bellow deck, each step draining you of more and more energy. The whole ship started to spin like a teacup ride, dizziness taking the ground from beneath you. With one more agonizing jolt of pain you collapsed to floor

It was too late. You knew it was coming and your muscles tense up as much as they can. Once you hit the deck, you knew it would be all over. You knew it would quick, painful yes but quick at the least. You didn’t want to die, you didn’t want to leave them but you knew there wasn’t a single chance for you. The knowing didn’t soften the blow.

You couldn’t even scream.

Black started filling the edges of your vision, dark red blood oozing from the space between your fingers as you cover your wound with a shaky hand. Everything hurt, a dull gnawing pain erupting from your spleen. Your body was one big mess, bathed in a puddle of your own blood, dragging yourself across the floor as you tried to scramble to safety. A body shouldn’t have been able to move in this position, warped and twisted with nobody to help you. You pulled yourself into a shadowed crevice of the ship where you were hidden from view, trying to distract yourself from the pain

You let out a small agonizing groan, talking to yourself, trying to reason with yourself until Uma or Harry or some other member of the pirate crew noticed you were gone, trying to remind yourself that they would find you.

“I’m not dead yet?” you whispered to yourself, a question more than a statement “HOW THE FUCK AM I NOT DEAD YET?”

You bit your lip; tears escaping from the corners of your eyes as you looked upwards, begging yourself not to cry. It was too much. Far too much

“It hurts! It hurts so much! Please make it stop, it hurts so much! I..I can’t make it stop! There’s too much blood, I can feel everything, EVERYTHING!. My whole body’s screaming and it hurts so much, please make it stop please!”

Of course nobody could hear you, you could barely croak and with the commotion on the main ship it was all too distracting for anybody to sit and listen for desperate cries of pain.

You knew then that nobody was coming to save you.

So you decided you would have to save yourself.

“I can’t die okay body? You can’t give up on me. I can’t die, You can’t put them through this, not Harry, not your parents, not Uma. Come on Y/N focus. I can make it out of this mess. I know I can, come on stupid body move, stop being so weak. I can make it, we can make it just stop being so weak”

You took your shirt off, choking with every movement and with shaky fingers tied it around your waist, as tight as you possible could to try and stop the bleeding. There was a scary amount of blood. A scary amount, and it took everything you had not to listen to little voice at the back of your head saying you were already dead.

Your breathing came in raged shallow gasps.

“Come on body, you can do this MOVE! Where’s Harry? He knows I’m injured. Why isn’t he helping me? Oh god what if he’s dead”

You pulled yourself upwards trying to get a view of the main deck. You had to know he was alive even if it was the last thing you did. You had to know. Just as you saw the familiar scarlet flash of his coat, you fell to the floor again.

You felt your organs shut down one by one.

“I hope I’m not forgotten. People are still looking for me right? It hasn’t been long, surely there are still people looking for me.”

You were chuntering to yourself, babbling as if talking would keep you alive.

Someone will find me soon; I just need to hang in there for a little while longer. Oh god, please somebody find me. HARRY! UMA! GIL! You were screaming in your head, you couldn’t speak however hard you tried; your mouth just kept opening and shutting, trembling in a pool of your own blood.

I’m going to die. I don’t want to die alone, don’t leave me here. Somebody find me please, I know I will die now, so be it, just don’t let me die all alone. Somebody please hurry up and find me!

The voice in your head was getting quieter and quieter, fading further and further away.

I can’t ignore the pain, it’s unbearable, and maybe it would be better, to just die. NO! Shut the fuck up Y/N, pull through, and stop being such a coward. I’m so exhausted; I just want to close my eyes and sleep. NO! No, if I sleep that means the end. I mustn’t sleep. I can’t think anymore. Your eyelids were drooping and you couldn’t force them open anymore. The only thing keeping you awake was the horrified look on his face as you threw him off that ship.

“I promise you I won’t die Harry, I promise.”

You didn’t know he caught your eye, you didn’t see his face flicker with terror as he dropped everything he was doing and ran towards you, tugging Uma with him.

I don’t want it to end like this. What are you doing? Why, why is everything turning black? Oh god! Oh god no please! PLEASE! WHERE IS THE FUCKING CREW. I DON’T WANT TO DI…

He got to you too late.

A fraction, a second, a heartbeat too late.

Harry dropped everything when he saw you there, a crumpled bloodied mess in a heap, charging towards you with panic in his eyes.

“Y/N? Y/N! SHIT! Y/N!”

He scooped you up, pressing you against him, trying to shake you awake.

“Y/N! CAN YE HEAR ME! Y/N!” His eyes prickled with tears as he shook you harder and harder refusing to believe what he already knew was true.

“Yer okay princess, listen to me yer okay. Don’t ye dare leave me Y/N”

He pushed on your abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding but faltered when he saw just how much you had lost.

“SHIT! UMA! Hey princess its okay its okay” He alternated between screaming gently caressing your cheek with his thumb, in a panicked confused frenzy ”UMA! PLEASE HELP ME!”

The pirate captain was beside him in no time her eyes widening with fear and she too ducked down beside you, her hands covered in your blood as she pressed her hand to your wrist.

She checked for a pulse.

And then again. And then again and again and again until she stopped to wipe a tear away.

There wasn’t one.

“Harry she’s go-“

“SHE’S NOT! SHE’S GOING TO BE FINE! YE KNOW THAT UMA! SHE’S GOING TO BE PERFECTLY FUCKING FINE”
“Harry,” Uma began, her voice saddened and small “She’s gone, I’m so sorry Harry, she’s gone”

He howled.

He kicked and screamed and swore and cursed. He cried until his throat was hoarse.

And the pirate boy sobbed into your blood caked hair, clinging onto you as he shook, refusing to let you go.

The battle continued around him, Uma’s crew eventually beating them, the intruders fleeing, but he didn’t move, he clung to you limp lifeless body and howled like a wounded dog.

He didn’t even get to say goodbye.

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The Call

Pairing:  Jensen x Reader (Female)

Summary:  It’s been a tough day on set for Director Ackles until he receives a call from the reader.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Dirty talk, bit of smut… I think that’s it…

A/N: This is for Kari’s Favorite Things Challenge hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing !!! She’s a fantastic writer so go check her out! My prompt was talking on the phone with Jensen, and it’s my first time writing Jensen, so any critiques is appreciated! Also I’m starting a new tag list so let me knopw if you would like to be tagged in anything

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