involving you and your younger brother


A/N: This is my submission for @katymacsupernatural ‘s Gif Challenge! Yay

Pairings: Dean x reader!sister, Sam x reader!sister

Word Count: 681

Reader Age: Younger than both boys, I imagine

Dean groaned loudly as you trudged through the door of the motel room. It had been a constant, near 24 hour, loop of driving and interviewing and the three of you were beyond exhausted and beyond annoyed with each other. The case you and your brothers were working involved a suspected haunting of a high school, so there had been many ‘witnesses’ at the scene. Barely being able to keep your eyes open, you dropped your duffel by the table, slipped your blazer off, and flopped onto the first bed in sight.

“This is the most comfortable, uncomfortable bed ever,” you mumbled into the blanket, taking your gun out of the waistband of your slacks and tossing it onto the other bed. A heavy thud landed directly to your left and you lifted your head to see your mess of a brother, still in his FBI suit.

“Scoot, shorty!” Dean shouted as he attempted to shove you off the side of the bed. You protested and shoved back at him with no luck.

“Why can’t you and Sammy share a bed for once?” you whined and grabbed a pillow, smacking Dean weakly with it. He yanked it out of your grip and whacked you back before shoving it under his head and closing his eyes.

“This is so unfair,” you snapped and sat up, crossing your arms over your chest. You turned towards Sam and pleaded, “Sam, I don’t think I’ve ever had a bed to myself in my entire life, I just want a good night’s sleep, there’s not even a couch for me in here!”

You knew you sounded childish, but you also knew that it would probably work. Sam sighed and nodded. He shook Dean’s legs to wake him up and received a  solid kick to the abdomen.

“Dude!” Sam exclaimed, putting a hand to his stomach. “She’s right, just let her sleep,” he told Dean and sat on the other bed to untie his shoes. When Dean said nothing in return, you maneuvered to stand, giving Dean another shove.

“I’m gunna get ready for bed. I want a bed, Dean!” you yelled and threw your shoe at him, hitting him in the leg. He murmured something incoherent while you closed the door to the bathroom behind you. When you went to brush your teeth, you were greeted by the toothpaste caked almost entirely around the tube and its cap.

“Ew Dean! Come on! Again? Would you quit doing this?” You stormed out of the bathroom, waving the tube around.

Dean, still face-first into the bed, mumbled, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, sis.”

You huffed and unnecessarily slammed the bathroom door shut. Annoyed, you wiped the toothpaste off with a grimace. You heard Sam talking to Dean but couldn’t make out what he said. A few minutes later you reentered the room to see your brothers, both still in their suit-tops, facing each other in a stance you knew all too well.

“Loser gets the floor,” Dean said quickly as he got into rock-paper-scissors formation. Sam squinted his eyes and tilted his head slightly. You watched as Dean played scissors and Sam, rock. Dean swore under his breath and turned away, irritated.

“Night, sucker,” you snickered and dove into your now empty bed, yanking the blankets over your shoulders.

“I hate you both,” Dean muttered, giving Sam a push and you a glare. After a bit more bickering, they both changed into t-shirts. Dean grabbed a pillow and the top blanket off each bed, folding one in half to lie on and covering himself with the other.

“Love ya, De,” you called out, feeling slightly guilty for making your brother sleep on the floor, but not guilty enough to give up your bed.

“Whatever,” he grunted, turning over on his side. You were nearly asleep when your gassy brother let one loose.

“Aww c’mon Dean!” Sam cried out and you buried your face into your pillow, avoiding whatever smells were lingering in the air. Dean chuckled and you heard Sam throw something at him. “You’re frickin’ disgusting!”

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White Boy.

You were relaxing with your brother outside on the porch of your house in the South side of Chicago, a place that is known for regular police officers passing by and unnecessary arguments and drugs. You didn’t mind all that much because you never truly bothered with any of that but your older brother on the hand had been sentenced to jail time for a numerous amount of crimes but you would always love him because he was your other half.

Where you lacked in streets smarts you excelled in book smarts and vise versa when it came to your brother, you had been laying on his lap reading while he waited for one of his men to come and talk about the “business” as your brother called it but you knew what he meant you just never questioned him because you preferred not to get involved.

“Yo, Cracker, what’s up.” You brother said getting up causing you to groan moving into an upright position you noticed him and the younger boy did their guy hug which you always found weird, you laughed a little causing them to look in your direction “This your bitch?” The white boy said causing your brother to burst out laughing while you on the other hand was not impressed or pleased so you stood in front of the boy “White boy, I’m no ones bitch. So watch yourself.” You said standing in his face before flipping your hair and walking back inside up to your room.

You weren’t street smart but you had the quickest tongue, a bad attitude and temper, and held your own in any fight but most people didn’t know that because they are so use to the sweet and nice (Y/N) but when in the South side you trust no one, you learned that the hard way sadly. You were listening to music and doing homework when you say your door open removing your headphones you looked to see the white boy from downstairs “Can I help you white boy?” You said sharply glaring at him noticing him examining your room “Nah, I thought this was the bathroom.” He said walking into your room looking at your desk.

You got off the bed and  walked over to him “Well since it isn’t you can get out now.” You said pushing his shoulders back “Yo, you too touchy-feely, at least ask my name before screaming it.” The white boy said grabbing his crotch area causing you to scoff “Fuck no, now get out.” You said now shoving him out of your room slamming the door on his face once he was outside. “Dick.” You mumbled under your breath returning back to your homework until you heard a knock on your door causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yo white boy , you don’t stop do you.” You said while opening the door to unveil your brother who looked very guilty at the moment “(Y/B/N) what did you do?” You said crossing your arms while giving him a challenging look “You know I need to do my business to support us…” he said trailing off which caused you to nod.

“Well the white boy, Carl, he says he won’t be involved in that business unless I get you to agree to be his fake girlfriend to piss off his ex.” He said looking at you with sad eyes, you sighed loudly you couldn’t stay mad at your brother for very long because you knew he meant well and didn’t want you to feel like you had to do anything against your will “Okay. For how long? And how much business we talking?” You said, you weren’t the best at street smarts but you weren’t a sucker.

“About a week, and big money (Y/N/N).” He said sounding hopeful as to your answer, you sighed “Alright.” You said rolling your eyes when you saw your brother nearly beam a ray of joy “Get some sleep little sis, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” Your brother said kissing your forehead and then began to walk to his room and you to yours.

“Fuck.” You said as you laid down and began to focus on the ceiling not ready for what tomorrow held. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You repeated until you’d finally fell asleep and woken the next day “Show time.” You whispered to your reflection in the mirror.

“What am I to you? Am I a joke, your knight,  or your brother? What am I to you? Do you look down on me ‘cuz I’m younger?”

Got inspired while watching Adventure Time the other day and decided to do something involving my favorite song/episode/scene from the show. 

Playing with Fire- Part 1

Request by Anon: Konichiwa new blog!! Can you guys make like a Suga fanfic where Suga is an assassin as kills you but grows attached to you and you both end up dying together (or not haha) All best wishes for the admins!!

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Demons weren’t supposed to fall in love. So why did you feel so strongly towards him, a demon hunter?

Genre: Demon/Assassin AU, angst

Word Count: 1937

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a one-shot prologue thing, but I decided to split it up into parts because why not~

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Binary Star

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jaebum / Mark

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3,790

Summary: In some cases, these close binary systems can exchange mass, which may bring their evolution to stages that single stars cannot attain.”

You and Jaebum have been dating forever when Mark Tuan shows up in your classroom. You’ve always been against change - a bit debilitating, being a writer - but for some reason this new kid has you thinking there might be an upside to chaos. 

Originally posted by justmarkbum

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anonymous asked:

what there a situation or a moment that made shiro see kuro as a younger brother? Cause in your comic it referred to shiro as big brother. I imagine that shiro would be a bit stand off-ish in the beginning about having a clone that looks exactly like him and even tries to get funky with Keith. now bc of u I am all for shiro being the best protective big brother for kuro, especially when the galra are involved. gimme all that fluff :3

You’ll get all that fluff, I promise! XD

I’ll take the Kuro week in June as a start-up for some deeper character development. :3

Hidden Cries

Characters: Jaemin x You ft. Jeno

Requested: No

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2,047

*TRIGGER WARNING!* Talks about Child Abuse, Suicide


You lived beside the smiley and all-popular boy, Jaemin. Your neighbour gave out the perfect example in school: outstanding grades, excellent sportsmanship, and not a day missed of school. The typical boy-next-door.

However, that wasn’t what you saw when he was headed home. You would get on the same train, where his charming smile would abruptly stop. You always walked behind him, watching as he’d hesitantly push in his pin code.

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I’ll Always Save You- John Shelby

Request// A john Shelby imagine where you (his wife, pregnant or not your choice) get kidnapped and he has to get the entire family together to get you back.. Pleaseeee

*I love y’all for all the positive feedback you’ve been giving me! Thank you guys so much and I’m going to try and post a couple new prompts this week. xoxox*


“Tommy,” John yelled out in the empty betting house. “Tommy!”

“What the hell is it, Johnny Boy?” Tommy and Pol made themselves known by exiting the office to find a hysterical John pacing across the wooden floorboards.

“They’ve got her, they took Y/N.” He made little since out of context, but the fear Thomas heard as your name fell from his throat had him on high alert. You and John had been married for over three years and he had never seemed as happy as he was after meeting you. It was almost as if the war never happened, and John was once again the boyishly charming lad that everyone once knew.

“What? Who took her?”

“Fuckin’ Sabini’s men. They came to the house and ripped her from our bed while I was out.” John’s breathing became heavy, every word whispered making the situation more real.

Now, Tommy paced as well. Tonight had been a low point for the Shelbys. Arthur had been arrested for the murder Billy Kitchen while Michael had been thrown behind bars by Officer Campbell for the burning of the Marquis of Lorne. The pile was just adding up.

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starknjarvis  asked:

Captive Prince prompt-- If you're still taking prompts, I'd love to see an AU where Auguste didn't die, and his new BFF Damen has to tell him that he's started courting his younger brother.

“The Akielon Prince? Try the stables, your Highness. I believe he and Prince Laurent have just returned from their ride.”

“Of course. Thank you,” says Auguste.

He might have guessed that for himself. While Damen stuck close to his side for the beginning of the visit, involving himself with Auguste’s pastimes with enthusiasm, now Auguste will not see him for hours at a time. Damen rides with Laurent every day, without fail, and once Auguste found them in the library, arguing over some obscure point of military history while Laurent ordered book after book to be brought from the shelves to support his claims.

Auguste is glad of it. His reserved brother has a new brightness to him, and Auguste has suffered a few pangs of guilt, that it should take a foreign visitor to show him how Laurent alters–flourishes–under attention.

The effect has been noticed by more than just Auguste. The eyes of the court, long dismissive, have begun to follow Laurent with interest. Auguste has let himself realise for the first time that his little brother is on the cusp of manhood, royal and beautiful. Another few months and the court will be laying wagers around his virginity; another year and Auguste will be inundated with direct offers for his hand.

The grooms have taken charge of their horses, when Auguste reaches the stables. Peering at an angle through a window he can see Damen and Laurent standing in the doorway leading out into the courtyard, halted absently, as though in no hurry to step out into the sun.

Auguste almost calls out to them. But their bodies are turned to one another, and Laurent is dusty and happy, flushed with air and exercise. A spark of mischief, the subterfuge that Laurent loyally believes Auguste to be free of, keeps Auguste in the narrow shadow outside the window. Watching.

“No, it was bold, the way you took that fence,” Damen says. “You’re one of the best riders I’ve seen.”

“I think you are exaggerating, Damianos of Akielos,” Laurent says sternly, but he looks pleased.

“I’ve certainly never seen anyone it suits as well as it does you.”

Damen reaches out and tidies a lock of Laurent’s hair, which has become caught and tangled. His hand lingers longer than the motion requires.

The atmosphere thickens. Auguste realises what is happening at the same time that his brother does. Damen, unhurried, moves his hand down and takes hold of Laurent’s own. Laurent’s face is a flurry of quick, subtle emotions: uncertainty, flattery, pleasure.

“I,” Laurent says. Nothing else comes out of his mouth for a long moment. And then, as Damen lifts Laurent’s hand with the clear intent to kiss it: “What are you–Damen, can’t you at least let me wash first?”

Auguste has to bite down on his cheek at the plaintive, almost petulant tone. Damen doesn’t manage even that much: he breaks into laughter with Laurent’s knuckles paused a breath away from his lips. Laurent is not used to being laughed at; a frown flickers on his brow. But there is nothing even remotely like mockery in Damen’s expression.

“Laurent,” Damen says patiently. “I am trying to pay court. Fussing over a bit of dirt isn’t very romantic.”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing?” says Laurent. His eyes are huge. His arm, stretched between them, is shaking a little.

“Yes,” Damen says. “I enjoy your company. I like riding with you, and talking to you. And I have spent the last four days wanting very badly to kiss you.”

Laurent says, “Oh.”

And you are more than clever enough to help me think of how I am going to break the news to Auguste.”

Laurent blinks. “You haven’t asked him?”


“I suppose this way, if I reject your overtures, it will be less embarrassing for you,” Laurent says, assessing.

Damen grins. “I thought it was more your business than his.”

Auguste sees that hit home: the pure and easy respect there, over and above the admiration. He decides that he will only make it a little bit awkward and cheerfully humiliating when Damen approaches him about this.

“I see,” says Laurent.

“Are you rejecting my overtures?”

Laurent appears to realise that his hand is still in Damen’s. He stares at his own fingers for a short while, during which they curl and tighten.

“I didn’t say that,” he says.

When he looks back up at Damen’s face, he’s smiling.

Monsta X As Family Members
  • Shownu: Your father who is trying his best but has no clue what's going on anymore. As long as no one is crying he's gonna assume everything is fine.
  • Wonho: Your older brother that all your friends had a crush on when you were younger but now they've realized he's just kinda weird.
  • Minhyuk: Your younger cousin who has way too much energy at all times of the day and doesn't understand the concept of an inside voice. Wants you to play with them always.
  • Kihyun: Your mom who refuses to accept that you can take care of yourself and hovers around you and just wants to be involved in your life.
  • Hyungwon: The favorite child who is in the middle of a quarter-life crisis and spends his time sleeping to avoid thinking about his future.
  • Jooheon: Your young uncle that thinks hes really cool and "hip" and is always at your home for some reason???
  • I.M: Mom keeps saying he's just in a phase but it's been five years now and they're not sure anymore. Makes weird faces when no one's looking.
promotion ♛ mycroft

So I know you were probably looking for something else, but I couldn’t really think of any other plot. So here you go.

Wanna request an imagine? Check out my prompt list here.

Requested made by: @ske072103

  • Characters: Mycroft/Reader, John, Sherlock
  • Genre: uh, I’m not too sure. Angst maybe…
  • Warnings: none
  • Prompt:  “God, I need a drink” | “You’re blushing” 

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Lie to Me [Part 4]

Summary: You couldn’t imagine that your short stay in Stockholm would eventually lead to meeting three boys which are definitely keeping some big secrets.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Gang AU

Who: BTS Jimin x Reader

Word count: 2,523

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

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anonymous asked:


Oh non-chan, this hurts

Disclaimer: Gore

Since arriving at the Castle of Lions, you had always worn long pants and full shoes to cover yourself up. You had always thought everyone would think of you differently, being a double amputee.

Despite meeting Shiro and having knowledge of his bionic arm, you couldn’t help but still feel nervous. His had been replaced to become a weapon, something that has a purpose. You? Yours was for amusement, as well as research to test out model fake limbs that she could use on Shiro. She had planned to take his leg too, and needed a sample. Of course you didn’t know it was Shiro at the time, but after meeting him, you were certain he was the ‘champion’ she spoke of.

Why she took both of your legs? You had one reason in mind. Fun.

Why would she go through the trouble of taking one, establishing it was a success, then taking the other?

You sighed, deep in your thoughts as you sat on the edge of your bed, wearing a night dress that cut off mid thigh. It was late at night, so you were sure no one was going to be up at this hour.

You proceeded to take off your prosthetics and set them aside. Unlike Shiro’s updated one, yours had to be cleaned regularly, so you couldn’t wear them while you were sleeping.

You were still thinking of everything, and as you were un-doing the latch for the second, you jumped as you heard the door slide open.

“Y/N, are you ok-” Shiro had stepped into the room, and froze in his place when he saw your condition. Eyes widening, his mind went a blur, seeing the sloppy, almost gruesome stitching on the stubs you called knees.

You quickly hid what was left of your lower half underneath your bed covers. Oh shit.

You could visibly see his bottom lip tremble as you tried to look anywhere but his terrified gaze.

His eyes wandered to the prosthetics standing against your bed. You had been hiding those the whole time?

“Y/N.. wha-” He was startled by your voice raised a few levels.

“Get out.” Come closer.

You could hear your heart speak. What you truly wanted. Despite the ache in your chest, you feebly attempted to push it away.

“Y/N… please.. let me-” You noticed his eyes shifted to your legs buried beneath the covers, so your voice spoke for itself again, this time, in more of a plea, your voice quivering.

“Don’t look at me…” Look at what she did to us.

Shiro took a step closer to your bed side, his robotic hand reaching out for yours. You’re voice cracked, as tears threatened to fall.

“Don’t touch me. I’m a monster.” Hold me.

Shiro took a seat beside you on the bed, disobeying your wishes. In any other situation, he would’ve left you to your own devices the first time you spoke, but he knew he had to do something.

His human hand caressed your face softly, as he looked straight at you. You finally brought yourself to meet his gaze, but as soon as you did, you saw tears slipping out the corners of his eyes. Your eyes widened, making your own tears slide down your cheeks.

“What the fuck did she do to you.” A shaky voice left his lips, almost in a whisper.

So it was Haggar who did that to him. He knew.

He said it less as a question, but more of a demand of an answer. You sighed, thinking back to the day.

You opened your eyes, seeing nothing but darkness, until when your eyes adjusted to the room, you could see eyes staring down at you, with menacing grins on their faces. You had been drugged and knocked out, and here you were strapped down to a metal table, being watched like a piece of meat to a pack of hungry predators.

“Wh..” When you heard how dry your voice sounded, it immediately brought your attention to your dehydrated state. You were so thirsty.

“We are just going to use you for research my dear.” You heard a older woman’s voice from an unknown location. “We won’t do anything unnecessary.” The voice began to laugh.

What type of fucked up shit was going on? Last thing you remember was eating your daily tray of satisfactory prison food, slid from underneath a metal door keeping you confined on a Galra ship. Your family were scientists, studying life forms away from Earth. Galra found out about it, and executed those involved, i.e. your mother and father. You and your younger brother were captured and sentenced to life in prison for the ‘crimes’ you committed. The two of you got separated, and hadn’t seen him in years. It was a given he had been killed. He was only 10 at the time. You were barely fucking surviving as you are.

Lost in your thoughts, you had failed to notice the commotion happening around you, assistants grabbing tools and getting equipment ready.

“I’m only taking a piece of you, Y/N. It will even be replaced with something. You won’t miss it.”

You looked up as you saw one of the assistants holding a saw. Holy fuck.

You could feel your heart lodge into your throat. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

“Please..” you whimpered, watching as the saw lowered painfully slowly, the teeth grazing your skin.

“You are being tested for the Champion. Feel special.”

Wait what? The Champion? The fighter who held the reigning title of the undefeatable in the ring. The one with the robot arm. Oh god.

You couldn’t picture his face, the only characteristic sticking out being an amputee.

You could feel yourself losing your breath. You were panicking. And badly. He has lost his arm! What were they going to do?

Suddenly you felt a bunch of hands hold you in place with copious amounts of pressure.

“W-Wait,” You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. “why me?”

Haggar only chuckled, her form coming into full view after pushing her way through the crowd of people. She stood beside your bed and caressed your face softly. She leaned down and whispered in your ear, her hair tickling your cheeks.

“Because I felt like it.”

Almost instantaneously, you felt an overwhelming force pushdown on your leg. It was the saw.

The pressure against your shin caused you to see dots. You could feel the teeth of the saw digging into your skin, piercing it and blood trickling down your leg. But you had no time to react before the force became too much, snapping your leg in two.

You slammed your head against the metal stretcher as choked whimpers ripped out of your throat. Everything turned white in your vision. You bit into your tongue, biting it so hard to draw blood, as tears flowed down your cheeks. Your leg felt numb, and all you could do was lay there, nothing leaving your stagnant mouth. You didn’t want to look down. You were looking straight up.

The numb was just starting to subside, the agonizing pain just starting to take over before the hand that was manning the blade began to drag it across your skin, causing a strangled scream to escape your lips. You could feel every ridge rip into your skin, as the saw wielder started to utilize the tool and began to saw through the skin holding together the shattered piece of bone making up your leg.

The blood curdling screams that echoed through the room were difficult to listen to, tears overflowing your vision as the burning teeth of the weapon slice the entire limb away from your body. Your whole body trembled as saliva was dripping out the corner of your open mouth, which had been gaping for the past 30 minutes it took to get through the layers of muscle and gristle making up your upper calf.

You slowly tilt your head down, shaking uncontrollably, to see who the culprit was. Through the tears blurring your vision, you see that woman’s grin plastered on her face as she stands next to you, holding the severed leg up for you to see, saw in hand caked in your blood. Your vision started to fade into darkness, just before you could hear her say,

“Let’s move onto the next one.”

Shiro had been holding your sobbing body as you spilled what happened to you while soaking his shirt with your tears. You couldn’t bear to remember it, but you knew in order for Shiro to help you, you had to tell him.

Shiro was taking it hard as well. It reminded him of his time when they replaced his arm.
But he had to shake it off, he was comforting you. It would be selfish if he couldn’t handle it, he said to himself.

He slowly let go of your trembling body, pushing you back so you could see him entirely.

He slowly reached his human hand up to his cyborg one, grabbing the bicep, and twisting it.

As Shiro took off his attachment, all that was left was a stub with a huge, pink scar running underneath. You’re fingers shook as you gripped the sheets, your knuckles turning white. You were furious. She needed to pay.

But your anger was soon subside by Shiro’s hand finding one of yours, gripping it tightly.

“Y/N.. Open your eyes.” You hadn’t even noticed you had closed your eyes, you just saw a glimpse of the harsh reality of what she’d done, and anger flooded your emotions.

You slowly opened your eyes spot his filled with worry, pain, and rejection.

“Does it.. Does it scare you..?” He said, casting his lost gaze downward. You had realized the misunderstanding, and smiled reassuringly.

You fingers reached up to lightly trace the scar, causing Shiro to flinch. His head lifted to look at you, eyes widening as his vision is met with your smile.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

He could feel his emotions bubbling up inside him. There was no way in the world someone like him could be beautiful, but here you were, proving him wrong. You were the most beautiful person he’s seen, and you don’t have any fucking legs.

A couple of tears dripped out of his eyes before he kissed you, full of passion, full of hatred, full of love, full of regret, full of hope. You kissed back, feeling your emotions mix. The wasn’t just a make out session, this was them two together as one.

Releasing each other to catch their breath, Shiro pressed his forehead against yours, panting.

“I love you, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but begin to sob.

“And I love you, Shiro.”

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Part 5/? of my Halloween series

►Character: Got7′s Jackson || You

►Summary:  Jackson came back to fulfill his promise, but he didn’t have that much time left.

►Genre: Smut; Tengu!Jackson;

►Word Count: 7, 335

This fuckin long ass one shot makes me lazy to proofread after sending it to my beta, lol my beta is so loyal to me tho. Btw, a tengu is a bird demon according to Japanese folklore, I’m sorry if I got any information wrong but this is just a fiction, okay guys. This is my favorite piece aside from ghoul!Taehyung and wizard!Hoseok. 

 And about this Halloween series. *sigh* I just manage to finish 5 and HALLOWEEN IS OVEERRRR OTL. But I still have wizard!Jimin and wizard!Namjoon in my draft, so maybe I should start different series for them? Another AU series? Idek? Btw, Black Bird is my favorite manga, totally recommended *thumbs up*

© Inspired by a manga by Kanoko Sakurakoji, Black Bird

The man in front of you cowered away, flinching when the bruise on the corner of his lips stings. Your glare still fixed on him, his eyes looking everywhere but you. He only smiled in relief when your mother came with two cups of hot tea and some snacks for him, beaming brightly when he saw the sweets. “Yugyeom-ah how long is it? Five years since I saw you? Aigoo, you have become so handsome now.” You scoffed. The man that your mother was currently doting on had come out of nowhere and hugs you in front of your house. Being yourself, your instincts kicked in making you throw your punches at him, resulting for his split lips. The problem is, you don’t even know him. Five years ago, you were involved in an accident, resulting in you losing some of your memories. Maybe you know him from your past but you didn’t remember him. Your mother excused herself, wanting to leave both of you alone. Once she disappeared the younger man cowers once again from you. “Noona, you’ve become more violent.” Your frown dissolves away. “What kind of a person was I?” You quietly ask him, making him look up at you, confusion filled his wide eyes. “I lost my memories. Five years ago I was involved in an accident and in coma for three months.” Yugyeom froze. Five years ago. That’s when he and his brothers left. Yugyeom shifted. “Actually, we’ve known each other since we were young.” You frowned. “We moved away five years ago and we recently moved back to our old house…” You stopped him, confusion filled your mind. “We?” He grinned at you before nodding. “There’s someone you should meet, maybe your memories will come back after you meet him.” You followed Yugyeom after him annoyingly insisting you to meet his brother. You told your mother that you were going out before exiting the house, trailing behind the excited man. His house was a few blocks away. You felt your jaw dropped when you reached the said building. It was huge, traditional house. Gray brick walls surrounding the house, protecting it from any intruders but you can see the peak of the roof peeking above the high walls and you could feel that the house would be jaw-dropping. Yugyeom motions for you to follow him, he pushes open the wooden gate, revealing the yard that was lined with tall bamboo trees. “Hyung!” Your eyes flicker towards where Yugyeom ran to, only to halt in your step. In front a bush of flowers, there’s a man crouching down; his fair hair caught your attention, shining softly under the sunlight, his lips curved in a small smile. He looks up; his eyes met yours, his smile dissolve as his eyes bear an unreadable expression. Slowly, he stands and turns towards you. His eyes gleam with familiarity, contrary to yours. “Look who is here.” Yugyeom bounced beside the man, grinning from ear to ear, forgetting his busted lips only to wince when the wound stung. “Y/N…” You stuttered, eyes darting towards Yugyeom and him. He took a step towards you, his eyes searching yours, confused. You took a step back, contemplating whether you should run away or not, making him halt in hi steps. “I-I’m sorry but do I know you?” You felt a little ache in your heart when his face fell, realization hits him. “Hyung, she lost her memories.” His eyes were back on you, confusion filled his irises. Nodding curtly, he smiled. “It’s okay. I’m Jackson.” He offered his hand for you to shake. Hesitantly, you took it, feeling his long fingers brush against your delicate one.

Jackson led you inside, his eyes flickered towards you and a small smile lingered on his lips. He can’t stop looking at you; you’re still as beautiful as he could remember. It’s been five years since he last saw you and he had been missing you so much during those time. You never left his mind, you were his motivation everyday, pushing himself beyond his limit so that he would be in the position he is right now. He left you to pursue his dream, to become his clan’s leader. The only way he could be with you is to be a clan leader. Unfortunately, you didn’t remember him. His heart breaks when Yugyeom said that you lost your memories. He watched as you took in the interior of his house, biting back a grin at how your eyes widen in amazement. It was a traditional house with some modern touches to comply with his taste. He motioned for you to enter a room. You followed him. The room is spacious. In the middle of the room, there’s a wooden table with cushions situated on either side of the table. The sliding doors were made of glass and open wide enough to let the soft breeze blow in, overlooking the garden that was lined with several cherry blossom trees. Pink petals scattered on the ground, some even manage to sneak in the room, littering around. There’s also a pond on the other side of the garden, disappearing away from your sight making your curiosity surface. Jackson ushers you in, gesturing for you to sit down as you obeyed, sitting down on the soft cushion. Your eyes drifted back to the garden, feeling the soft wind blowing your hair slightly making a smile unconsciously appear on your lips. Jackson couldn’t stop himself from staring, his heartbeat quicken at the familiar sight. He fisted his fingers, holding back the urge to crush you into his arms, to hug the life out of you. When you look back at him, he was back to earth, smiling back at you. You swallowed. Even though you can’t remember him but your body seems to remember him so well. You heart would flutter every time you meet his eyes, warmness filled your body along with the feeling of security. As if no other things could harm you whenever you’re with him. “I’m so sorry that I don’t remember you.” He shook his head. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” You bite your lower lips causing him to smile again. At least your old habits were still there. Reaching forward he tugged on your chin. “Don’t do that, you’ll bleed.” You look at him, wide eyes. A flash of memories filled your head.

Your tears brimmed eyes fall to the ground, your fingers gripped on the hem of your cardigan and your lips tightly between your teeth. A hand reached forward, tugging on them to pull it free. “Don’t do that, you’ll bleed.”

Your head throbbed making you hiss. Jackson halted, concern filled his eyes. “Are you okay?” You nodded you head, feeling the pain dull away. Even after your reassurance, his eyebrows still knitted in worries.  “Tell me.” He cocked his eyebrow in confusion. “About you. Everything. Us.” His expressions soften. He sucked in a deep breath before heaving it softly. “First off all, I know you can see demons and spirits.” Your heart skipped a beat. How did he know? Does he see them too? “Because I’m one too. I’m a tengu.” Your jaw went slack, you felt like the world had come to a halt. A tengu. A black bird demon. “And you…knew about. We’ve been friends since we were young. At that time, you were crying because there’s a demon picking on you. And I saved you. Since then we were inseparable.” His eyes filled with affection, his soft voice filled with fondness that melts your heart. Pausing, he let you absorb all the information given.  Since you were young, you could see demons, spirits and every supernatural being that were invisible to normal human eyes. They were always picking on you, either tripping you or playing with your hair. They always cling to you. You don’t know why though. They always seem to be attracted to you. You still remember, crouching down at a corner, tears stained your cheek and there’s a boy, holding out his hand at you. It was Jackson? The door slides open, revealing Yugyeom who quickly bows at you before scurrying towards Jackson. “Noona!” You flinched in surprise when a loud voice pierced through your ears before a strong arm enveloped you into a tight hug. You froze when another body crashes you as well. “Y/N’s here! Yayy!” You gasped before trying to push them away. “Guys…” A deep voice called the boys to stop as they recoil away, freeing you before shrinking behind you. You look towards the owner of the voice. A tall man with dark hair bowed down at you with another person standing behind him, smiling gently before waving towards you. “This is Jaebum, my right-hand man. That is Mark and these…” You looked behind you. “Jinyoung and Yongjae.” They waved at you excitedly while you just nodded at them. “Wait!!” Another loud exclaim approached the room when another figure appears beside Mark, panting from his running. “Noona! I’m Bambam!” You scoffed, is that a real name or nickname. It seems like they’ve learned about your situation since they’re introducing themselves. A shuffling sound caught your attention. Jackson had stood up, smiling down at you. “I have some matters to attend to. I’ll come back shortly. Would you be okay staying with these boys for a while?” Smiling reassuringly at him you nodded. “It’s okay, Hyung. We would make sure Noona is entertained while you’re gone.” He nodded before bowing curtly at you, retreating away from the room along with Jaebum, trailing behind him. You watched as his figure disappear, feeling a sudden hollowness filling your chest. “Noona, wanna go somewhere?” You diverted your attention towards Youngjae who was grinning widely at you. Curious you followed the boys, as they lead you out of the room. “Noona’s gonna love this.”


Your jaw slackens in awe as you take in your surroundings. At the moment, you were standing in the middle of a garden situated behind the house. It was huge, pink petals and shrouds filled the garden, arranged around a pond with koi fishes swam around the clear water. There’s a small teahouse built above the pond making it looks as if it was floating. The sunlight leaking through the cracks of leaves making the garden looks divine. The raucous boys’ voice echoed through the enormous ground, pulling your attention away. “Noona come here!” You step towards the tea house, carefully stepping over the stone bridge that leads towards the boys. Once you reach there, you could see different snacks filling the table along with hot tea, served in a ceramic cup. You slid off your shoes before stepping inside, sitting in between Yugyeom and Jinyoung. You look at Yugyeom who was still cowering away from you. You grabbed on his chin making him flinch but you ignored his reaction to examine his bruised lips. “Does it still hurt?” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, who asked you to attack me first.” The other boys laughed at him. “Noona, you would always come here with Hyung.” A sudden silent filled the room, grief filled the boy’s face making you frown. “Oii, I’m not dead yet.” The air lifted when they chuckled at your familiar words. Your mind drifted back to Jackson making your heart skip a beat. “I have a question.” They halted, attention focused on you as you raked through your brain on what you’re gonna ask first. “It’s okay. Slowly, Y/N-ah. We know you have a lot to ask.” Mark smiled warmly at you, instantly relaxing you. “Why…did you guys moved away five years ago?” They all froze. You turned towards Jinyoung as he avoided your gaze. “We had to go back to our village, so that Jackson hyung could be the new clan leader. That’s the only way for him to be able to be with you.” You frowned with confusion as your eyes set on Youngjae who gave you a nervous smile. You were about to fish out more information out of him when Mark beat you to it.

“Y/N-ah, what I was about to tell you, you have to listen carefully.” Mark’s stern eyes making you nervous, the tension filled the air making you fidget before nodding curtly. “You’re a senka. A holy fruit in the demon world. Your blood could give an incredible power to any demon that consumes it. Also for any demon that takes you as their bride, their clan would be prospers for their lifetime. As for the clan leader, he would be granted undefeatable power, making him immune to any attack.” You let the information sink in, suddenly feeling your chest tighten. You could feel your mind weigh down with the new information, too much to take in. “I know this would look like Jackson is taking advantage of you. But he never has. He was really in love with you; he’s been protecting you since he first met you. If he really wants to take advantage of you, he would have done so a long time ago.” You swallowed, your fingers gripped on the edge of your cardigan. ‘He’s right. Even though you can’t remember anything at the moment, you were sure that the feelings were mutual.’ Your head suddenly throbbed; a flash of memory filled your mind.

I’ll come back. I’ll come back and fulfill our promise, to make you my bride.

“Noona! Are you okay?” You widen your eyes to meet Youngjae’s concerned ones. You look around, meeting the boys’ worried faces. You smiled before nodding. “I’m fine.” Your head pounded with pain but you managed to ignore it. “Now that we’re back, Hyung can finally fulfill his promise then he’ll be heal…” Youngjae halted making you frown, the other boys were glaring at him as he shrinks away. “Heal? Why? Is he sick?” They avoided your eyes once again. “Yugyeom, tell me. What’s happening?” Yugyeom’s eyes met yours but Mark stopped him, clicking his tongue in warning. “But hyung, she’s bound to know soon.” Your eyes darted between Yugyeom and Mark who were intensely staring at each other until Mark gives in with a sigh. “The only thing that we can tell you is that, Jackson is really sick. You have to ask him for any further details.”

You frown at the lack of details, wanting to threaten them to tell you more when a voice interrupts you. “What are you guys talking about?” You turn around to be greeted with Jackson’s towering form who was now leaning against the wooden pole. Your lips unconsciously curved into a smile when your eyes meet his. “Nothing much, hyung. Just reminiscing the past of Noona and you.” Laughter echoed in the air as the boys started to tease you. You only glared at them making them laugh harder. Jackson grinned at the sight, feeling warmness envelope his heart. A firm hand patted his shoulder, making Jackson turn towards his close friend, Jaebum. The latter just nodded at him before approaching the tea house to join the crowd, Jackson following suit, sitting on the opposite of you, stopping Yugyeom who wanted to offer his seat. He doesn’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable. His eyes gleamed when you are laughing, the sound had been a music to his ears years ago. How he wishes that he didn’t have to leave, but if he didn’t then he can’t marry you. His discussion with Jaebum and his friend from the kitsune’s clan, Wonho earlier had told him about what happened to you five years ago. He knew there’s a white snake demon who wanted to harm you, almost killing you. So your accident wasn’t an accident in the actual fact. He could feel his rage boiling but when he got home to your voice, it melts away all his anger.


The dead leaves and petals crumpled underneath your steps as you walked beside Jackson. You glanced towards him, a question surface in your mind but you hesitate. “Just ask away.” Your eyes widen in surprise, he just smiled, amused. It seems like he knows you so well. “They said you are sick?” You stuttered. Jackson paused making you halt your steps too. He chuckled, his hand reach towards his nape. “Ahh, they can’t really keep a secret don’t they.” You grinned at his words. “Well. If you put it simply, yes I’m sick. I was attacked by a white snake demon who injected her poison into my body. It is slowly, devouring, my whole body, weakening my power.” You felt your heart missed a beat. Does that mean… “Yes, I’m dying.” Your breath hitched, your hand covered your mouth as your wide eyes filled with shock. “Wha… But… Isn’t there any cure?” He simply shook his head, his eyes dropping to the ground. “It’s too powerful, not even your blood could fight it.” Your hands tremble, tears started to brim your eyes, you unknowingly shook your head in denial. You just met your childhood friend again after five years but he was dying. Jackson frowned before taking a step towards you, his fingers hooked underneath your chin making you look up at him. “Hey, I’m not dying soon don’t worry. We have time.”


Bambam and Youngjae had walked you home. You went straight to your room, what just happened earlier felt like a dream to you. The next few days also felt like a dream. You’ve been at Jackson’s house everyday now in an attempt to recover your memories. Even your mother had met him, she was so happy to meet him again. On one day you would have lunch with them where you helped Youngjae to debone his chicken wings, learning that you used to do that to him all the time. The other day you would help Jaebum to feed the koi fishes, acknowledging that you’ve named several of them before but they died and you cried for days in Jackson’s arm. However, you never stayed the night, which Jackson understood completely, not wanting to pressure you into anything. It’s been two weeks since you first met them back. Like a routine, you would always drop by whenever you’re free. Today though, when you push open the wooden gate, you paused. The air felt still, too quiet for an unknown reason. Something’s not right. Quickening your steps, you quickly get in the house, stalking towards Jackson’s room only to find the three younger boys standing stiffly in front of the sliding door. “Yugyeom, what’s wrong?” Approaching the trembling boy, they freeze upon hearing your voice. A loud roar of pain echoed through the hallway making your heart clench. “Jackson…” You ran towards the source of the voice, only manage to gasped at the scene in front of you, your eyes widen with shock. In the room Jaebum and Mark were struggling to hold a trashing Jackson down, blood dripped from his lips, his fair hair had turned black, as dark as the midnight. His red irises met yours, a whisper of your name spilled from his bloodied lips, his forehead contorted in pain. He’s in his true form. His demon form. Puddles of blood smeared across the room making your breath hitch, your heart clenched painfully in your chest as your hand covered your mouth. Yugyeom pulled you back, trying to hide the scene from your eyes but it’s too late. Jinyoung slides the door close, leaving you with Yugyeom, Bambam and Youngjae outside. You were still in your shocked state when another cry of pain filled your ears. “Yu-Yugyeom what’s happening? What’s wrong with Jackson?” Your trembling hands grasped Yugyeom’s who was swallowing back his tears. You shook his arm. “Tell me! What’s wrong with him?” Tears started to pour down your cheek when you felt another pair of arm wrapping around you. “Tell me!” Bambam started to sob behind you, his arm wrapped around your waist. You tried to untangle their arms from your body, reaching towards the sliding door that separated you with Jackson. His pained moan hurts you, you don’t want him to be in pain. “Noona, don’t.” You scream in frustration when Youngjae managed to stop you, pulling you further away from the room.


Staring down at your fingers, you swallowed back a sob, your bloodshot eyes stared down sullenly. Your tears had dried, staining your cheeks. The younger boys had managed to drag you away from Jackson’s chamber, sitting you in an empty room. Silence filled the air as you waited, sitting across the younger boys who were in the same state as you. Their faces blank of any expression, hair ruffled in frustration. The steaming tea had cooled down on the table in front of you, untouched. Wiping your cheek, you heaved a deep breath when the door slid open, revealing a gloomy figure, Jinyoung. He looked tired, his face was sullen when his eyes met yours. Abruptly you stand before wobbling towards him, ignoring how your legs had gone numb from sitting for too long. “How is he? Can I see him?” His lips spread into a forced smile. “He’s fine now. The poison…” He paused, exhaling a shaky breath. “The poison had started to approach his heart but his body is fighting it, making him be in a great pain.” Your expression gone blank, but your heart pounded painfully in your chest. “Is..Is there really no cure?” Jinyoung’s eyes darted towards yours, something hidden beneath his dark irises. You frown. “There is… There is a cure right? Jackson said there’s no cure…” He hesitate, biting the inner flesh of his lips. You grabbed on his arm. “Tell me, there’s a cure right? Please tell me the truth.” He heaved a heavy breath before screwing his eyes shut. “I shouldn’t tell you this but I don’t want him to die too. Yes, there is a cure.” Yugyeom stood up to stop Jinyoung. “Hyung no.” “He’s dying Yugyeom! Can’t you see?” The younger boy recoils away upon Jinyoung’s outbreak. “It’s okay just tell me.” Your words came out as a whisper but still audible. “He has to claim you.” You turn towards Youngjae. “What?” He looked up at you timidly, his eyes darted between you and Yugyeom. “He has to claim you in order to make his power stronger so that he could fight the poison.” Your breath was caught in your lungs, his words dawning on you, your shoulder slumped.

To claim you would make a demon clan prosper, giving the leader an undefeatable power, invulnerable.

Jinyoung lead you towards where Jackson is, sliding the door open to be greeted with a familiar pale hair. He was lying down, tucked underneath a thick blanket with Jaebum sitting next to him. You sat next to Jaebum who gave you a small smile, a pat on your knee before excusing himself out of the room, leaving you alone with Jackson. You stared at him. They had cleaned him, his pale lips and skin makes your heart ache. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours. His hazy eyes focused solely on your face, a smile curved on his lips. The blanket rustles as he tries to get up. You helped him into a sitting position, leaning his back against the wall. Your eyes dropped to his half exposed chest, the dark blue cotton robe he’s wearing is half undone. There’s a faint black pattern drawn across his milky skin. It’s the poison, staining his veins black, embedded underneath his skin. You froze at the sight. Realizing it, he pulled the robe tighter around his body, covering it away from your sight. He reached for your trembling hands on your lap, giving them a weak squeeze. You looked down, turning your hand around to squeeze his hands back, finding that three of his fingertips were wounded, his bloodied nails chipped, the sleeves of his robe hiding his bruised knuckles from your sight. Your heart throbbed, you caught your quivering lips between your teeth. He must have clawed something due to his pain “Hey…” His voice was hoarse, coming out just as a mere whisper. Swallowing, he gave you a weak smile. “I’m sorry that you had to see me like that. It must be scary.” You shook your head, wanting to tell him that you’ve seen scarier things before but couldn’t find your strength to. He chuckled, the light sound ached your heart. You looked up at him. He was staring at you fondly, he looked so weak due to his pale lips and his eyes had lost its warmness. He reached up towards your cheek, wiping away the tears stain with a frown. “You didn’t tell me.” Your soft whisper reached Jackson’s ear. He looks at you questioningly. “You said there’s no cure.” His frown dissolves away, exhaling a small sigh. “They really can’t keep a secret.” This time you didn’t laugh. Your frown only deepens, tears started to sting the back of your eyes but you try to hold it back. “Hey…” Jackson’s fingers hooked underneath your chin, bringing your face up to meet his eyes. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything. I want you to be willing; I want you to do this with your own consent. Not because you have to.”


You thought of what he said. Although you can’t remember anything, you know that you’ve been deeply in love with him before. Even right now, you’ve fallen for him once again. The next day you went to see him again, early in the morning. He looks better but still weak. Even though knowing that, he still insists on having a walk with you in the garden. Your cautious eyes watched his every step, always on alert. He chuckled. “I’m fine. I can walk on my own.” You pouted slightly, noticing that both of you had stopped underneath a peach blossom tree. Jackson looks up, the golden sunlight showered him making him look almost angelic opposing to his true identity. The breeze softly blows the silk haori that he wore on top of a black shirt and sweatpants. “You remember this tree?” His eyes met yours, gleaming with tenderness, smiles curved on his rosy lips. Confused, you looked up at the pink shrouds. “We made a promise here.” His fingers laced with yours, drawing your attention away. He smiled gently at you but you frowned. A promise? You were about to say something to him when Mark rushed towards both of you. “Jackson, your brother came…” Jackson’s body tense. “They know it.” Mark’s careful sentence makes you frown. You looked towards Jackson who also bared the same expression as Mark’s. Turning towards you, he stares at your face. “Why?” Your soft voice flutters his head making him smile at you. “Nothing. Stay here for a while okay?” Shaking your head, you grabbed on his wrist. “I’m coming with you.” He seems to hesitate but you keep your stern eyes on him, not wanting to back away making him sigh before nodding. Locking his fingers with yours, he leads you towards the front yard, with Mark trailing close behind you. Jackson stands in front of you, hiding you away from the sight but you still manage to see Jaebum, a long sheath that you assumed is a sword gripped in one hand, the other boys also in the same position as he is, all looking at one direction, on guard.

Frowning you try to take a peek but Jackson halted in his steps, making you almost hit his back. “Brother! Finally, you’re here. Could you ask your, boys, to let me in? They’re so rude to their new leader.” Jackson’s hand clenched tighter around yours, you reached towards his arm, wrapping your nimble fingers on his elbow in a comforting manner. He glanced down at you before turning back towards his brother. Sneaking a look, you look at the man who was standing a few feet away from the gate, dressed in all black, even his long hair was the same shade but his eyes were different. They were red, and they were looking at you making your heart miss a beat. “Ahh, look who’s here. It’s Y/N!” He took a step forward making the boys taking a step forward too, hands ready at their own sword. The man let out a rumble of laughter, his deep voice sent a shiver to your spine. “I just want to meet my future wife…” “She’s not yours.” Jackson’s voice broke through the garden, making the former halt. “You do know that your title is gonna be revoked, don’t you? I’ll be the new clan leader, I’m the most rightful one, not you!” You flinched when he roared, feeling your hands tremble. Jackson gives your hand a squeeze though his eyes never left his brother. “If you don’t have any important matters here, please leave.” His voice was stern, his eyes unwavering shooting a glare at his brother who did the same, but his lips curled into a sinister smirk. “She would be mine, Jackson. You’re no longer fit to be a leader, you’re dying, my brother.” He laughs darkly, his red irises met yours making you tense. Giving you a wink, he disappeared into the thin air, leaving a trail of black smoke behind before it too dissolves away.


Jackson had sent you home, not alone of course. Youngjae and Mark obediently made sure you make it home safe. The night fell down without you realizing it. You had creeped back into your room after dinner, replaying the scene earlier in your mind. Trashing in your bed, you thought of your time with Jackson. You know that he doesn’t have enough time anymore, and if he didn’t claim you, he would die and you would he handed over to his brother which makes you shudder. You didn’t know what kind of person he is. You still remember when Mark told you about yourself. A senka’s blood is alluring to all demons. Jackson was really strong as he wasn’t even bothered by your blood whenever you hurt yourself. He would calmly bandage you up or sometimes heal you. You never could have imagined if it was his brother. Would he treat you the same way as Jackson did? You grabbed your phone before texting Jackson, alerting him that you’re going to his house. Glancing at the clock, you quickly slipped on your coat before sneaking out. The sound of the television echoed in the house. You entered the living room, drawing both your parents’ attention. “I’m staying the night at Jackson’s.” You expected for them to scold you but they just bid their goodbyes to you. When you step outside, Jaebum was already waiting for you outside. You paused. Usually the younger boys would escort you. He smiled at you, giving you a curt nod. The walk towards the house was quiet, until Jaebum decided to break it. “Have you made your decision?” You look towards him, nibbling on your lower lips, he just exhaled. “Jackson’s brother was never being in favor, the villagers weren’t really fond of him. He always resorted to violence in order to solve his problems, contrasting to Jackson. He was always calm, always put others before him that’s why the council wanted him to be new leader. Since they’re young, they never got along well. Their father thought that his brother was a bad influence on him, thus he sent Jackson to live here, separated from his brother.” You listen to his every words carefully, the image of Jackson’s brother came into your mind. When both of you reached the house, he stopped. “I hope you chose well, Y/N.”

You carefully walked in the garden, your gaze meets Jackson’s form who was standing by the pond, the door to his room slid open to let the chill air of the night blow in. He turned towards you, smiling at you, making you mimic his action. Approaching him, you let the heat from his body seep through your skin, warming your body as your arms wrapped around his torso. Jackson instantly wrapped his around your body too, burying his nose into your head. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head, the sudden urge of wanting to feel him in your arms filled your mind. Both of you stayed like that for a while. Parting your lips, you exhaled slowly. “Jackson, take me.” His body tense underneath your embrace, slowly pulling away to peer down at your face, his eyes searching yours with confusion. “I want to be with you, make me yours.” Your timid voice makes Jackson’s heart flutter; he holds your face between his warm hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks. “Are you sure?” Nodding, you smiled up at him reassuringly. “I’ve never been so sure in my life.” He seems to contemplate your decision, so you stand on your tiptoes before pressing your lips against his. His reaction was instant, his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against his body. Jackson sighed upon feeling your lips against his. He could feel energy starting to flow into his weakened form. Pulling away from your lips hesitantly, he pulled you towards his room, kicking off his shoes making you do the same. Once both of you were inside his room, he turns towards you, his soft gaze fell on your face. You smiled up at him, your heart pounded loudly in your chest, suddenly feeling nervous under his towering form. Sensing your nervousness, he smiled gently at you before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lips. You sighed upon feeling his lips against yours; your arms wrapped around his torso, his tongue timidly grazing on your lower lips, asking for permission, which you eagerly granted. The wet muscle explores your cavern before sensually massaging yours, eliciting a sigh from you. His arms rested around your waist, feeling your body heat seeping through the sleeves of his haori. He pushed the heavy material of your coat off your shoulders before helping you taking it off. Catching you in surprise, he lifted your body up making a yelp escape your lips, parting away from his kiss. Slowly he lowers you onto the silk futon, still warm from his body heat since he had been laying in it all day long. The fabric rustles underneath you. You look towards him, the shadow casted on his face almost makes him look predatorily but his comforting touches tell you the opposite. His lips pressed against the cusp of your ear, whispering sweet words before descending down the column of your neck, scattering skittish kisses as his hands slipping underneath your top to caress the bare skin of your waist. Your arms circled around his neck, fiddling with the neck of his haori, your head tilted back to give him more space as your lips parted to let out a rapid exhalation, your heartbeat had accelerated. Jackson’s hot breath caressed the small skin of your chest before he leans back his eyes met yours. Gently, he pulled the thick fabric of your sweaters off, tousling your hair. His arms immediately circled around your bare waist, his lips found the hidden skin of your chest. His tongue darted out to wet the spot on the mound of your breast, suckling on the ample flesh into a dull bruise. His fingers skimmed through your skins, leaving goosebumps bristle on its trail as they slipped into the waistband of your sweatpants.

He pushed it down, you shivered when the wind blew through the parted sliding door that leads to the garden, making pink and white petals flew in the room. Jackson watched you, his hands roamed around on your lingerie-clad body, unsure of where to touch first as your chest frantically raised up and down, your breath rushed in and out through your parted rosy lips. An intoxicated hue spread on your cheeks, drunk with the desire that flooded your mind making your eyes went unfocused. Pulling his hands away, Jackson shrugged off the haori he was wearing before pulling the white shirt up, taking it off his body. You gasped when he took off his shirt, revealing his chest that was covered with a faint black pattern that clearly traces his veins. It had covered his chest, dangerously close to his heart making your heart throb at the sight. Slowly you reach forward to spread your palms on his chest. Jackson leans down to press his lips onto your forehead. “I’ll be fine.” He pulled away to give you a smile. The corner of your lips twitched too, mirroring his action. He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips, your eyes flutter close. His hand caressing your torso, slipping to the curve of your back to unclasp your bra, letting the material fall off your shoulders and exposing your perked nipples to the cold air making you shiver. Red hue started to bloom on your cheeks, suddenly feeling so exposed to Jackson. On the opposite of him. You could feel his fingers linger on the front of your panties before slipping them in, his fingers grazing against your opening, collecting your leaking juice. “It’s your first time, correct?” You shyly nodded at his question. Slowly, he slid in his middle finger, making you gasped as your eyes screw shut. Noises that you didn’t recognize spilled out of your lips, making the red hue on your cheek darken. He chuckled at how you were covering your face, biting your lower lips in an attempt to stop your moans. He started to pump his finger in and out of your wet core, feeling you clamp around his finger. You whined but the sound was muffled by how hard you were gnawing your lower lip. Jackson hushed you, his fingers hooked underneath your chin to pull it down, making you release your lower lip. “It’s okay, nobody’s gonna hear you, the boys are on the other side of the house.” You exhaled loudly, feeling light headed due to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. When he added another finger swiftly, your breath caught in your lungs, feeling so full. Swallowing, you try to regulate your breathing, trying to relax so that Jackson could properly prepare you. He pumped his digits a few times before pulling it out of you, slipping your panties off. You reflexively clamp your thighs together. Jackson just smirked before standing up only to push his pants down along with his boxers to bare his erected shaft. Your jaw went slack, suddenly feeling nervous. Now, how is he gonna fit? The hesitation was chased away when he kneeled back on the smooth duvet, his fingers dancing across your legs before lodging himself in between them. You lay down, your back flat against the futon, your nervous fingers frantically grasped on the fabric underneath you.

Jackson could sense your nervousness, leaning down to scatter kisses on your face. “Relax, love. Trust me, I’ll try to make it as less painful as I can.” You exhaled a shaky breath before nodding at him. He parted your thighs wider before hooking your calf around his hip. Slowly he nudged the tip of his shaft in, sliding in slowly, watching your expression for any sign to stop him. You only shut your eyes and your back curved slightly, your fingers gripped on his biceps tightly that your nails formed crescent dents on his skin. Once filling you to the hilt, he paused for a while to let you adjust to his size. He released a deep throaty groan before inhaling a deep breath. His breathing was unsteady and ragged; his fingers fisted the duvet underneath you. “So tight, my love.” Your battered breathing echoed in his ears, enhancing his arousal, his eyes fluttered close to savor the feeling. He’s finally making you his, finally claiming you. He could feel your energy surging through him already, boosting his weakened power. His eyes snapped open when you ask him to move. Placing a kiss on your shoulder, he started to move, setting a slow pace so that you could adjust. After a while, you started to feel pleasure building up in your lower belly, the pain dulled into a pleasurable tingle You unconsciously clamped your muscles around him making Jackson growl. He started to pick up his pace, snapping his hip back and forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingled with the sounds of your moans and mewls. His fingers dropped to your thigh, caressing the smooth flesh up and down, amplifying the pleasure that flooded your body, making your fingers tingle and your toes curled. “Jackson…” You’re close, he could feel that you’re reaching your peak due to how you’re clenching around him. “Let it go, it’s okay I got you.” After a few more thrust, you arch your back, a wanton whine of his name ripped through your throat as your orgasm hit you like a wave. Feeling you clenching tightly around him, Jackson reached his ecstasy with a low growl, your name tumbled out of his mouth with a trembling breath. He dropped his forehead onto your shoulder, riding off his orgasm with your arms weakly wrapped around his, Slumping down on your body, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, feeling your sticky skin against his. He rolled over so that he won’t crush you before sliding his limp member out of you. Sighing, you let your droopy eyes flutter close, feeling Jackson wrapped both of you with the thick duvet, the soft breezes blows your hair gently.


You woke up with the sound of the birds chirping happily. When you pry your eyes open, you were greeted with the view of the garden and pond in fronts of Jackson’s room. The pink petals had scattered around the room, the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves makes you smile. “Good morning.” The familiar voice makes your smile even more. Turning around, your gaze met a pair of warm brown irises. You turn your body around to fully face him. Jackson propped his head on his hand, his warm gaze watches you with fondness that makes your heart twitch with happiness. You noticed that something about him had changed, he felt more powerful than before, you could practically see him glowing, his eyes gleamed brightly at you. Your eyes dropped to his chest, widening slightly. The black veins had disappeared, leaving the skin smooth and flawless. You gingerly placed your palm on his chest, tracing the curves of his abs with your fingertips. “I told you I would be fine.” Your eyes flickered to his, breaking into a grin. You healed him. Biting on your lower lips, your chest swell with pride, seeing the effect you have on him. Jackson lowered his lips to kiss your forehead, he can’t stop the grin from spreading on his lips as you bury your face into his chest when a sudden thought crossed your mind. “I remember it…” Jackson hummed, his eyebrows creased in confusion. You tilt your head back to look up at his face. “The promise we made under the peach tree, I remember it already.”


Tears started to brim in your eyes but you tried to swallow it back but failed when it started to drop on your cheeks. Jackson hushed you, his calloused fingers cradle both of your cheeks, wiping away the tears that started to stain your face. “I won’t stay there forever. I’ll come back.” You sobbed, your visions started to blur due to the tears. “When?” He pulled you into his arm, tightly embracing you, his hands caressed your hair in order to calm you down. Placing a small kiss on top of your head, he sighed. “I promise, that I’ll come back before this tree starts to blossom, and we’ll eat the peaches together, like we always do.”

Hospital For Souls - Dean One Shot

A/N: Started as a drabble. Ended up as a small one shot. Not the one I was supposed to be posting, but the smut just feels awkward as of now, so I don’t feel it’s ready yet. This one, however, kind of fits the turn my life has taken lately.  And was a little less forced. Hope you all enjoy!

@kazchester-fanfiction​  @multimenagerie  @16wiishes

Warnings: Based off of 9x01 and very loosely edited. That is all, I believe.

Word Count: Roughly 1600

Dean hated hospitals. Hated the sterile smell that clung to every single object that dared to enter the grim atmosphere. The empty whiteness that was meant to channel more light into the patient’s rooms- in order to lift spirits- did nothing more than strain his eyes that night as the lights flickered every few seconds. Like clockwork. Just barely noticeable at first. After an entire day, though, it felt like a strobe light. Pulsating enough to make him wish that he could be blind, even for a moment. Just to get a bit of relief somewhere in his life. The only thing that broke it up was the tiny bit of color that cloaked his comatose brother, and the chestnut hair that sprawled over the pillow. His skin almost glowing under the harsh lights.

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Dating Elijah Mikaelson would involve

•hearing him bicker with Klaus and Kol 24/7

• calling you “love” or “sweetheart” to get your attention

• having to calm him down all the time before he goes and kills someone

• calling him “daddy” in bed because it turns him on.

•"Elijah, why the hell do you always wear suits?“

•Elijah getting jealous every time you hang out with his younger brother Kol.

•hugs from behind

•kisses on the forehead

•spending more time with the mikaelsons than your real family.

•neck kisses

•SEX LOTS of it!

•"love, can you come over here for a second?”

•having him watch over you everywhere you go.

•awkward family reunions


From this request:  I want to request a cas one shot. where the reader is the first angel to have been born in like forever so she is the youngest but is still like centuries old) & is very pretty. lucifer (as if he’s out of the cage and good again) and Gabriel want to court her, but she ends up falling for awkward castiel. luci and Gabe get jealous at the end, but move on

*Cas-centric, I suppose


It’s strange to think of someone who’s witnessed nine centuries as a baby.

But that’s exactly how most of the other angels viewed you. How they treated you was varied, though. Some pitied you, some treated you as if you were a fragile young thing, some ignored you, some hated you for no discernable reason (but don’t most older children hate the babies of the family, thinking that they get special treatment?).

You didn’t really care. The only opinion of you that mattered was that of your Father’s.

Until recently.

You’d heard of him but hadn’t actually had a chance to meet Castiel until a few years ago. He was pleasant enough and didn’t treat you like a child. He treated you like an equal and that, paired with his astonishingly adorable face, made you develop what the humans called a ‘crush’ on him (the title still confused you—why would you want to crush something that brought you joy?).

And it seemed that once the two of you met, you kept running into each other. Each meeting filled you with immense joy but also turned you into a bundle of nerves. You desperately wanted to impress Castiel. You wanted him to think you were special. You wanted him to praise you.

You wanted him to want you.

But the other angel seemed slightly distant from you, never engaging with you longer than necessary. Slowly, your feelings began to ground themselves. Your reasoning kicked in. There was no reason an angel who’d been around since the start of humanity would ever want to get involved with one who’s centuries weren’t even in the double digits.


“Hey, Luci, I didn’t know you were out of your cage.”

“Shut it, Gabriel.”

“Someone’s cranky.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes slightly. He was used to his younger brother’s antics, but he was in no mood for them at the moment. He went back to what he was doing before Gabriel had appeared.

“What are you looking at?” Gabriel asked, looking in the same direction. “Well, hello.”

“Gabriel, I swear to–”

“Watch that blasphemous tongue, brother dear.” Gabriel cocked his head towards you. “Who’s she?”

“Seriously? That’s Y/N.”

“Okay… and from your tone I’m sensing that I should know her because…”

“She’s the youngest angel?”

“Wait. That’s the baby of our family? But she’s so much prettier than me.”

“You know that’s not how our genetics work, right?”

“Lighten up, Luci.” Gabriel paused, looking from you to his brother. “So, what, you like her or something?”

“Shut up.”

“You do!”

“Gabriel. Shut. Up.”

Gabriel waved him off, walking off towards you. He was jerked back by Lucifer, who grabbed his shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he hissed.

“Come on, brother. I’m gonna go talk you up to her! You’re not gonna get anywhere with her if you just sit over here, lurking.”

Lucifer’s jaw clenched slightly but he released his brother. It was true that Gabriel was better at making first impressions.

Gabriel gave a mock sigh and straightened out his shirt. Then he shot a wink to his brother and headed over to you.


“Hey there.”

You looked up from the book you were reading and dropped it out of surprise. The archangel reached out and grabbed the book before it hit the ground.

“Whoopsie,” he said, handing the book back to you with a smile.

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. There was an archangel standing in front of you. An archangel. You never dreamed that you’d meet one of them.

“I’m Gabriel,” the angel said, sitting on the bench next to you.

“I know.” You shook your head, feeling a blush creep up your face. “I mean, I’ve heard of you.”

The angel smiled again. “And yet I know so little about you.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you’re just a lowly regular angel. We kind of slip through the cracks, getting overlooked.”

“I can’t imagine you ever being overlooked. You’re much too pretty.”

There was no doubt in your mind that your face was completely red now. You stuttered and mumbled your thanks.

“Listen, there’s someone who wants to meet you,” Gabriel said, snapping his fingers.

You squeaked when you saw that Lucifer was standing in front of you. You were still trying to get used to being in the presence of one archangel.

“Y/N, this is my brother, Luci…” Gabriel looked up and saw his brother’s glare. “…fer. Lucifer, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lucifer said, gazing down at you.

You felt faint.


It had been two weeks since you’d met the archangels. They’d taken you under their wing (literally) and had stuck by your side, an almost permanent bond. Not that you minded. You liked them—Lucifer was sweet to you, and Gabriel never failed to make you smile with his tricks.

There were a few times when you thought you sensed some sort of fight between the brothers, as if they were trying to out-do the other. The idea that they were fighting over you tickled at the back of your mind, but you pushed it away. There was no way two angels, let alone two archangels would be interested in you like that.

One day, you were sitting with Lucifer and Gabriel when Castiel appeared. You’d been in the middle of a story but at the sight of the angel your voice failed and the story disappeared from your lips.

“What do you want, little brother?” Gabriel asked.

“Dean is very adamant that you return his gun to working condition.”

“It works.” Gabriel turned to you, winking. “It just shoots a little ‘bang’ flag out instead of bullets.”

You felt a laugh building in your throat but seeing how displeased Castiel was, it died there.

Lucifer carefully watched the interaction, studying you.

“Fine,” Gabriel said, with a wave of his hand. “Trick over.” Castiel stayed planted in front of the three of you, looking at you. “You can go now.”

Castiel gave a little nod and poofed away. You felt your face drop a bit, but tried to keep it from the archangels.

“Gabriel,” Lucifer said, standing. “I need to speak with you.”

Gabriel cocked an eyebrow at his brother but stood and followed him a few steps away. “What?”

“We need to stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Trying to court Y/N.”

Gabriel scoffed. “What, you think you can pull that trick over on me? Get me to agree to stop trying under the pretense that you will too, just so you can swoop in and steal her from me? Fat chance.”

“Gabriel, I’m serious.”


“Because she’s in love with Castiel. Didn’t you see the way she looked at him?”

Gabriel pouted slightly. “You saw that too, huh?”

Lucifer nodded. “And I think he feels the same about her.” He sighed. “As much as I hate that little puffball with wings, I think we should let Y/N have what she wants.”

Who she wants,” Gabriel corrected. He paused for a moment. “But come on, Luci. He’s so awkward. There’s no way he’d ever be able to start a courtship with her.”

“Then we’ll just have to help him.”


“That’s what good older brothers do.”

Gabriel tilted his head. “Your time in the cage really changed you, you know that?”

“Shut up.”


You checked the address written on the scrap of paper Lucifer had given you. You were at the right place. But where was he?

You wandered around the abandoned bookstore, running your fingers over the leather-bound spines. You weren’t sure why Lucifer had asked you to meet him here, but you certainly didn’t mind the atmosphere.

As you turned the corner, you ran into Castiel.


“Oh!” you squeaked as you bumped into his chest. “I’m sorry!”

“No, I’m sorry,” he said. He looked down at you. “Y/N?”

Just hearing him say your name made you blush. “Hi, Castiel.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Lucifer asked me to meet him here.”

“Strange. Gabriel requested I meet him here as well.” Castiel looked around. “I haven’t seen either of them, though.”

A strange idea formed in the back of your mind, but you pushed it away. It was just as silly as thinking that two archangels were fighting over you.

At that moment, a book flew off the shelf. It lay on the floor, open. Castiel bent down and picked it up. Looking down at the pages, a single sentence stood out to him.

Ask her out.

Castiel squinted his eyes, confused. He carefully put the book back on the shelf.

Another book flew out, landing in front of you. You picked it up and glanced at the page it was open to.

He likes you, too.

You froze on the spot, the book shaking slightly in your hands. Feeling Castiel watching you, you shook your head slightly and put the book back. What was going on?

A third book flew off and landed on Castiel’s foot.

Dammit, brother, just do it!

Castiel looked around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He put the book back. “Come on, Y/N. Perhaps we should leave.”

Before the two of you could step away, another book fell. This one remained closed. The two of you bent down to pick it up, your fingers brushing against each other’s.

The air was still, the silence heavy. You carefully raised your gaze and found yourself staring into the depths of Castiel’s ocean-blue eyes. He glanced down at your hands, fingers still touching. Looking back up, he spoke.

“Y/N, I… I am drawn to you.”

Your heart threatened to beat its way out of your chest. It was pounding so loud in your ears that you barely heard what he said next.

“I would like… I mean, if you’d allow me…”


“I would like to court you.”

The words shocked both of you, but filled you with so much joy. You smiled gently at the angel. “I’d like that very much.”

He returned your smile. The two of you stood, Castiel holding the book in his hands. He glanced at the cover before he returned it to the shelf.

On the cover was a picture of Gabriel, winking and giving a thumbs-up. Lucifer was behind him, giving a slight smile. Castiel smiled down at the cover, silently thanking them, before sliding the book back into its place.

Then the angel tentatively reached down and grabbed your hand, leading you out of the store and into the future.

Alice, Oh Alice || Jisoo || Pt. 5

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 //

Word Count: 3132

Genre: fantasy, Alice in Wonderland based!au, based on this oneshot (rewritten)

Summary: With a missing princess, a desperate fiancé, and the craziness of Wonderland, you wondered if you would ever make it back home with your head still on your shoulders.

The tent darkened soon after you and Joshua took your seats. In the pitch blackness, you couldn’t see a thing. You could only hear the excited murmuring from the crowds. You glanced over at Joshua, who was staring uninterestedly ahead. Once in a while he would pick at his jacket but it was obvious that the wait was boring him. You opened your mouth to talk to him, but you were soon blinded by the sudden flash of lights. You turned back to the front stage, the dazzlingly handsome magician stood on the pedestal.

“Wow,” Jun grinned, “It’s really quiet.”

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hero; part one | jeon jungkook

Originally posted by jengkook

requested by anon

word count: there is a reason this is only part one

genre: for now it’s fluff

When Prince Jungkook comes for his first visit after many years, things have changed, especially your feelings. 

Part One; Part Two; Part Three

Ever since birth you had been raised to be fighter. So had your older brother, Taehyung. Your family was known all across the world as a strong family, who could easily defend themselves without their guards, though they were always by your side as well. The reason for this? As a royal, you were constantly under threat, especially as your kingdom was located right by rocky, cavernous mountains that hosted all kinds of threats, from dragons to grags (dwarf extremists that do not approve of humans).

From a young age you and your brother had, along with your usual lessons, been given combat and defense lessons. Both of you had flourished under that, and were considered good enough to defend yourselves. However, you still had to have a protector with you at all times, in case of assassins. In your case, it was Kahi, your best friend. The two of you had grown up together, and though she was meant to be your lady in waiting, the two of you had a bond.

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I Notice You

Anonymous asked: Hey, Meg first, your selfies with the new color are amazing! That’s a great color for you. Second, what do you like to do to relax? Third, I know you’re on hiatus right now, but can I make a Crowley x fem!reader request? Maybe the reader spends a lot of time trying to get Sam/Dean to notice her and when they don’t she begins to feel like she’s not beautiful but Crowley comes and makes her feel pretty and loved. All the fluff, please!!!

Here you are, lovely!! Sorry for the long wait! I do not own Crowley or the Winchesters. They belong to the creators of Supernatural. 

Warnings: low self-esteem, unrequited feelings, fluff, a swear or two?

Pairings: Crowley x fem!reader, mentions of Sam and Dean Winchester. 

Originally posted by spnfans

You just didn’t understand it. Were you really not good enough for him? Were you not pretty enough? Not smart enough? You just couldn’t understand why Sam refused to see you the way you wished he would. True, the younger Winchester had  beautiful women fawning over him, although not as many as his brother. Still, you weren’t bad looking. Hell, you could be downright sexy when you wanted to be. Apparently, Sam thought differently because he never looked at you the way he did those other women.. Or maybe it was because you hunted with them and he didn’t want to get involved. Either way, it stung.

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