is not amused by this foolishness

anonymous asked:

Origin companions react to a dwarf warden seeing a bird and screaming

Alistair: It takes him a moment to realize where their fear is stemming from, but once it registers with him he is a little confused. It is only when another companion points out that they’ve likely seen few if any surface dwelling creatures that he apologizes sheepishly and promises to keep them safe.

“After all, we wardens have to flock together. Get it, because birds of a feather? I’ll…just go away now.”

Morrigan: Her disinterest is clear, but unlike Alistair she at least has a quick grasp of the cause of their reaction. 

“Tis merely a creature of the air, warden, and of which you will see many in your time here on the surface. Now come– we have more important matters.”

Leliana: Immediately she is alert, looking around for enemies, but once the source of their fear is uncovered she cannot help but laugh. Leliana feel’s terrible about it afterwards, of course -she was amused, not cruel- and promises to keep them safe from avian threats in the future.

“If we require a songbird I am here, What sparrow can outsing a nightengale?”

Sten: He is not impressed. Even a dwarf is many times bigger than one small songbird, and they have bigger issues to face. They are above Orzammar now– it is time to face those threats.

“Vashedan, there is no time for such foolishness. Control yourself.”

Wynne: For someone who has also lived in a controlled society for most of her life the mage understands how new sights can be frightening. Of all the companions she is the most sympatheitc, and moves to comfort without chiding.

“There now, no harm done. Just a song bird on her way to her nest. She won’t hurt you, any more than you might fall into the sky. It’s all right.”

Zevran: He finds the situation amusing, most of all because this is the Warden he could not assassinate. If any of this ever gets out he will never find work again.

“Truly, my dear warden, you continue to astonish. Darkspawn and bandits do not phase you, but a robin is fear itself. Only a shame you are not so frightened of Crows.”

Ohgren: He’s screamed right along with them, the haze of alcohol making the bird seem as frightening as the arch demon, and so is of little help.

“Damn surface vermin! By the Stone why can’t things stay rooted where they belong?!”

Loghain: He has very little comment to make, but a part of his mind is both amused and infuriated that this is what brought him down.


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Time freezes, the sun ceases it’s journey, and for the first time in so many, many years, Shale finds someone who understands them. A connection is forged then, one that shall never be sundered, and with surprising gentleness the golem places their hand on the Warden’s head.

“Do not fear, warden. Someday all the birds shall die.”

–Mod Fereldone


Tell me, are you to share his dining room … as well as his bed? Oh, Mr. James. You’re manners are as poor as your brothers’ finances. And you are foolish enough to marry him! I, on the other hand, have no further use for you impoverished cousin. Though, she does make for rather … amusing sport.

➥ Vocabulary Tips - Adjectives Part 1

Appearance Adjectives

「height / stature / size

  • tall - very tall, quite tall, six feet tall, long, high, big, colossal, gigantic, huge, immense.
  • short - not very tall, petite, low-set, compact, little, small, squat, tiny, miniature.
  • medium - average height, middle height, half tall, half short.

「weight / skin

  • thin - quite thin, slim, slender, skinny.
  • fat - medium-build, overweight, rounded, chubby, corpulent.
  • skin - pale, pallid, light, dark, tanned, olive, white, brown, rosy.
  • shape - broad, crooked, curved, flat, narrow, round, square, wide, massive, straight.

「hair / eyes

  • color - dark, black, red, brown, blond, chestnut brown, white, gray, blue, green, light-blue, dark-gray, grayish-blue, amber, caramel.
  • style - long, short, medium-length, shoulder-length, afro, asymmetric cut, beehive, bob cut, bowl cut, bunches, buzz cut, cropped, curtained hair, dreadlocks, fringe/bangs, hime cut, pixie cut.
  • hairdo - straight, curly, wavy, thick, thinning, bald, shiny, smooth, neatly combed, dull, tousled, disheveled, ponytail, braid, updo, bun.


  • young - kid, baby, toddler, newborn, preteen, teenage, teen, junior, minor, infant, tween, youngsters.
  • old - elderly, older, mature, senior, experienced, middle-aged, adult, grown up. 
  • number - twenty years old, in her thirties, about forty.


  • intelligent - broad-minded, sharp, keen, bright, quick, agile, wise, clever, smart, precocious, gifted, witty, ingenious, savvy. 
  • stupid - narrow-minded, silly, foolish, idiot, fool, ignorant, slow, dumb, dull, brainless, dummy, moron, imbecile, uncultured.


  • friendly - pleasant personality, good-tempered, good-natured, easy-going, sociable, outgoing, extroverted, energetic.
  • independent - strong, tough, mature, autonomous, self-confident, self-reliant, self-sufficient.
  • honest - dependable, reliable, trustworthy, reasonable, sensible, honorable, sincere, direct, downright, truthful.
  • disciplined - organized, hard-working, careful, prudent, cautious.
  • modest - shy, timid, wary, humble.
  • observant - attentive, alert, perceptive, insightful, thoughtful, considerate.
  • humorous - amusing, funny, comical, laughable.
  • generous - unselfish, kind, kind-hearted, gentle, benevolent, sympathetic, tolerant, helpful, careful.
  • interesting - fascinating, exciting, entertaining, stimulating. 
  • elegant - exquisite, graceful, refined, fine, tasteful, neat, high-class, fancy, glamorous, dressy, magnificent, important, powerful, famous, rich.
  • beautiful - attractive, gorgeous, handsome, ravishing, pleasing, glorious, splendid, goddess, god-like, pretty, beauty, resplendent, fine, stunning, good-looking.
  • adorable - lovable, lovely, sensitive, adorable,sweet, angelical, angelic, cute, precious.
  • glowing -  shiny, vivacious, sparkling, twinkle, shining, vibrant, radiating.
  • code - formal, official, informal, relaxed, casual, old-fashioned.
  • hostile - aggressive, violent, offensive, hateful, bitter, ferocious, furious, savage, fierce, bloody, grotesque, boorish.
  • unfriendly - unsociable, bad-tempered, pushy, selfish, egotistical, inconsiderate, arrogant, moody, stubborn, imprudent, stingy, miserly, snobbish . 
  • dishonest - unreliable,  unreasonable, unpredictable, irresponsible,  impulsive, greedy, dull, undisciplined, disorganized, careless, greedy.
  • strange - odd, weird, eccentric, crazy, clumsy.
  • boring - tedious, tiresome, uninteresting, wearisome.
  • emotional - moody, melancholic, touchy, mushy.

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if you have other adjectives that fit this topic, just send me a message. 

Out of the Blue 02

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk. 

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: in a world where shower sex is Effortless. LOLLL also plz enjoy the stereotypical dogs love peanut butter thing in this it brought me joy

Words: 5k

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It was silent, save for the light clinking of the spoon Seokjin was using to stir his tea. Namjoon sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, staring down at his cup of tea which was untouched, worrying about one thing and one thing only.

“So what do you think they’re doing?”

Seokjin promptly stopped stirring his tea at the question and turned around away from the counter to look at Namjoon, his eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He sauntered over to the island where Namjoon was seated, taking a sip of his tea on the way over.

Sheepishly, Namjoon chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks turning red from the slight embarrassment and scratching the back of his neck. What a foolish question he had asked. “Oh- um, yeah, I guess not.”

“Yeah, they’ll be doing that for awhile,” Seokjin explained in amusement, taking a seat at the island across from him. “But later on, they’ll take a break.. Come downstairs, eat and drink something - recharge, perhaps. Don’t get it twisted though, you won’t be able to…. touch her, if you know what I mean. Not even a rub on the arm. Jungkook will be attached at her hip. He’s very territorial and possessive of his clients, I’m afraid. Well, I’m sure you know that well enough.”

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I think you are:

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1.5k words of Neil getting flustered daydreaming about Andrew. A little nsfw, and a lot silly. I ended up listening to more than just Charlie XCX’s Boys, but safe to say the rest of the music had the same theme.

Neil isn’t a one-track-mind kind of person, as much as Andrew might suggest otherwise – years on the run taught him to multitask, to prioritize but not overlook anything. Unlike Kevin, even when he’s focused on Exy he can still think about survival, about his friends, his classes, about Andrew.

Well – Could. Usually.

Neil was in class, in a class, in some…sort of class that he definitely can’t currently remember the name of, doodling absentmindedly in his notepad for who knows how long, when there’s a cough above him. His professor is stood above him, looking exasperated, and Neil notices that the rest of the students are pretty much gone; class must have finished without him realizing. The aforementioned professor nods down at his notes with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, at least you weren’t sleeping.” She says, and Neil follows her gaze and realizes that his notepad has maybe two lines of notes, the rest just covered in doodles. The little fox prints and Exy sticks are par for the course, but he flushes and not-so-subtly moves his arm to cover the page to hide the cigarettes and keys and half-drawn profiles that are a little more damning.

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Marauders x Reader / It’s gonna be alright.

Hello, lovelies! ❤Today I came up with an idea to write some blurbs, with Marauders motivating/supporting the reader, as I really needed this kind of thing in my life at the moment. Still working on the requests and the ship, though! Hope you like it :) P.S. The Sirius is a bit longer, but oh well x

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Remus :

“Look Y/N, everything is going to be fine!” Remus exclaimed, trying his hardest to say it as clearly as he possibly could.

At this point, he got used to this little routine that the two of you shared. Before every major exam that you had, you found yourself panicking like a little baby and he was always there to try to calm you down. Usually, he succeeded, but this time was different. It wasn’t just any exam.

“Remus it’s the N.E.W.T.s that we are talking about!” you squeaked and began to pace back and forth in front of him. “This is it, don’t you understand? This is the moment that is going to determine how my future will look like! It will decide how good of a witch I actually am and what chances I have to do what I want an-” you stopped as soon as you felt Remus’s hands, starting to rub your shoulders gently. You didn’t know why, but his warmth always seemed to make you relax and come back to your senses.

“Take a deep breath, love” he stated, his voice still calm and collected.

“Now listen to me” he started as soon as you did what he instructed you to do. “You, Y/N Y/L are the most brilliant, intelligent and kindhearted witch that I know. Do not even dare to try, to diminish your talents and your accomplishments. Understood?” he looked you in the eyes, a wide grin spread across his face.

“Thank you” you mumbled quietly while you leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek, just before entering the classroom, not being able to comprehend how lucky you were to have him.

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 “Oh Godric, I’m gonna lose it” you said as you walked out of the changing room, a loud cheer coming from the stands, now full of students and teachers, eager to see the final match.

“Oi” you heard James walking up behind you “What’s going on, love?”

“How do you do it?” you turned around quickly, in order to face him.

“Do what?” he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“How do you stay so calm and collected?” you exclaimed, as the anxiety started to build up inside of you, making you feel sick.

“I’m calm because I believe in my team” he stated while making sure to look you straight in the eyes. “Because I believe in you, and every other member of our group. I am calm because I know that we worked our ass off, to be where we are now, and I know that we can win this”

He was right. You did not work so hard, to now ruin it all, by letting stress overwhelm you.

“We can do this” you repeated firmly, earning the brightest smile from your boyfriend, that you have ever seen.

“That’s my girl!” he spun you around and started to place small kisses all over your face, making you giggle like a little girl.

“You are incorrigible James Potter, do you know that?”

“I sure do” he grinned sheepishly at you, and placed another slightly longer kiss on your lips, just before joining your team. “Now, love. We have a game to win”  

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Sirius :

 “Well hello, gorgeous!” Sirius called out, as he found you sitting on your own, at the Gryffindor table. As if you have not heard him you continued to poke at the food that was on your plate, your eyes focused on the pile of books that laid in front of you.

“Earth to Y/N?” he waved a hand in front of your face, in order to get your attention.

“Umm, yeah sorry I just got a bit distracted” you sent him a small smile and rubbed your eyes, that was once again beginning to get itchy.

You really didn’t want to be so indifferent to his actions, but you were too tired to do anything about it. The exams were just around the corner and you still had to revise a lot of things due tomorrow.

“That’s it” you regained your senses as soon, as you heard the firmness in his voice. “You are overworking yourself, love and it’s my duty to prevent you from doing so” he stated and proceeded to flip you trough his shoulder.

“Sirius what are you doing?!” you shrieked in disbelief, as he made his way to your common room. “Put me down right now!”

“Not until we get into your room, you feisty little thing”

“Oh, you just wait and see what I will do with you as soon as my feet touch the ground” you argued, trying to not sound as ridiculously as you must have looked.  

“Well, in fact, I’m very curious, kitten. I have something planned for you as well, and I have a feeling that you are gonna love it” he smirked, as he lightly smacked your ass.

“Sirius Black, you did not just do that!” he chuckled, not paying attention to the threats that you began to give him.  

“Calm down women, all I plan to do right now is to make you sleep”

“I don-” you were cut off by him putting you on the floor.

“Y/N, everything is gonna work out, you just need a nap, that’s all” he said, his dashing smile making you forget about everything that was going on.

“Do I ever tell you how smart you can be sometimes Mr.Black?” you smirked while pulling on his tie, in order to get him a bit closer.

“Only sometimes, aye?” he raised one eyebrow in amusement while putting his hands on your waist.

“Only sometimes” you whispered in his ear and then placed a soft kiss on his lips. “But that’s why I love you”

“Well, then I can remain the happiest fool in the world” he chuckled “But first, sleep” you rolled your eyes, but proceeded to do as he said. Foolish or not he was yours, and that’s all that mattered.

Gabriel Reyes Headcanons


  • the respected leader and commander of Blackwatch, Gabriel Reyes is an experienced veteran whose military expertise and intelligence marks him as a formidable opponent and even greater ally.
  • he is an augmented soldier from an advanced super soldier program, and thus excels at fighting and further combat operations. his prowess on the battlefield earned him his title, and he proudly wears it on his chest. 
  • Gabriel is a collected person for the most part, and doesn’t let too much affect him on the surface. he is incredibly professional in regards to his team or Overwatch agents, and expects the same in return.
    • his calmness on issues take many by surprise, even in the most dire of situations. he has a strong poker face, and not many can deduce what goes on in his mind when covering a particular subject.
    • it is evident, however, that between him, Captain Amari and Strike Commander Morrison, he is the most lax. his professionalism is present for the most part, but he likes to keep things casual when he can. he recognizes when someone tries too hard to impress him or has an obnoxious degree of formality.
      • he secretly enjoys embarrassing certain members of his team.
    • one would be foolish to think he doesn’t catch on fast. contrary to what one may feel, he can deduce what goes on behind the scenes, and quickly analyze a person’s motives. he can read people very well, and won’t hesitate to call them out.
    • he finds it more amusing than anything if a person is incredibly intimidated by him. at the same time, he does not appreciate a person’s sudden arrogance with his preferred casual approach.
  • Gabriel is a workaholic, and often is seen at the base at the latest of hours. he keeps a pretty busy schedule; if he isn’t on the base or filing paperwork, he’s training with recruits or on a mission. the man stays busy, but is very organized in the sense of how things must be operated in Blackwatch.
  • while unperturbed by his colleagues, Reyes remains a stern disciplinarian. he takes his duty seriously, and does not appreciate slackers or those who find Blackwatch a joke.
  • because Blackwatch is the covert ops division of Overwatch, he is accustomed to the many forms of violence and illegal activities the military will use in order to achieve an objective. he is a jaded soldier, but that does not mean he is without sympathy for his team.
  • a huge lover of sports: specifically football and basketball.


  • a relationship with the Commander would be a complicated one at first.
  • if you are a member of his team, he will not take kindly to advances or obnoxious behaviour, especially in the presence of others. one who is clingy or needy will get an unforgiving cold shoulder.
  • the type of person he is, he’d observe their behavior and reasoning behind their newfound attraction towards him. he’s skeptical of many things, and won’t be fooled as easily as one may believe.
  • one should not expect him to fall head over heels for someone within the point five seconds they meet. he’s had relationships in the past, some better than others, and from them would prefer to keep things genuine.
  • initially he would be hesitant. as the leader of a black ops division, he would take many possibilities into account in regards to their safety and security.
  • one may feel episodes of loneliness due to his dedication and passion for his work. he takes his role as leader seriously, and will not have that jeopardized. there even may be moments he forgets to take care of himself because of his meticulous ways.
  • it would truly take some time, as he ideally wants a believable romance.
  •  while it is without a doubt unprofessional for him to have a relationship with an agent, he isn’t above exploiting a few rules.
    • they’re meant to be broken anyway, yes?
  • while he may initially seem like an intimidating partner, once one gets to know him better, he is a caring lover. Gabriel takes his relationships seriously, and will not make a person uncomfortable with ill-intention. he has a soft side, and is incredibly doting.
    • he is very protective and honest, and does his best not to become jealous. thankfully to his poker face, it can be difficult to infer in favor of him, but if one knew him well enough, they could tell he would be bothered.
  • Reyes is a very playfully teasing partner. while he won’t overtly make a scene, he’s the one to be subtle about it, especially in a “professional setting”.
    • examples of this would be: shooting particular glances while biting his lip from afar, whispering something inappropriately to them in Spanish, just barely touching them in passing, always one-upping them in training, and so on.
    • one should expect plenty of smirks. he enjoys seeing his lover flustered. it fuels his fire.
  • he speaks fluent Spanish, and would speak more of it around them. there will be times he will answer them strictly in Spanish, but he’d go out of his way to explain to them what means what. if they picked up on things he said or spoke it in turn, he’d find every excuse to have full conversations in Spanish.
    • eres mía y mía sola, cariño.”
  • he’s experienced intimately, and would be more than happy to satisfy them should they request it. he’ll discover what they enjoy most with time, and make it his mission to pleasure him to the fullest.
    • one should expect orgasm denial, overstimulation and roughness. especially roughness. 
      • he also takes pride in leaving marks, so they should prepare for finding a ways to cover it up when returning to work or being around friends and family.

Okay but has anyone considered aliens reacting to humans and recreational drugs? I’m certain that the aliens would have their own similar thing, but imagine if they did not. That they used their medicinal herbs for /only/ the proper purposes. (This is just a quick write, please forgive mistakes and lack of actual good dialogue,)


Y'unk'ilsar stared curiously at human James and human Just Carl. Her slit eyes widened slightly, curious of their conversation. She left the room in search of the object of their talk, finding it in ‘kitchen’. She screeched quietly, happy with her find. She walked up to them on her 'dinosaur like’ legs,“ Hello, James, and Just Carl? Excuse my interruption, but I have over heard your earlier conversation. I have found what you were looking for!” She handed James a pot for cooking, her frills shaking, showing how proud she was. Just Carl began to 'laugh’ though. Humans did that to show their amusement. Maybe she did not actually accomplish what she thought she did. James smiled at her, and put a hand on her own scaly forearm,“Yunki, that’s sweet and all, but.. not what we meant.” She tilted her head,“I do not understand.” James shrugged,“On Earth, we have plants that people use to feel good, they roll it in papers and set it on fire, and breathe the smoke. One of it’s names, is pot.” Y'unk'ilsar seemed to frowning, almost,“ That sounds foolish. And unhealthy.” James grinned,“A lot of people on Earth would agree.” He held the pot up,“ Thank you, anyways, for the 'pot.’” he and Just Carl laughed again, so Y'unk'ilsar just walked away, shaking her head,“I do not understand them.”

You are mine *smut*- John Shelby

Request// can I please have a John imagine, where you get jealous over something he says about another girl so you give him the silent treatment n he becomes really clingy and is begging you to talk to him. Thank you x

Request// Can you please do a John Shelby smut, where he is the dominant one? Where the reader teases him and he gets heavily frustrated. Thanks!!

*I love all the PB Boys but John is one of my favorites with his boyish charm❤️. Shoutout to @bonniebirdsgifcentre for the gif. Expect to see more of me on here, because it’s my Spring Break! Summer is not far away either so I will also be dedicating more time to writing after I finish exams. xoxox*


The weeks leading up to Tommy and Grace’s wedding had you questioning your own relationship with John. You admired his good looks and charm since you had been a young girl, but his comeliness was a double edged sword.The difficulty of beauty was when one knew they were beautiful.

It had happened multiple times, John flirting with other women of questionable decency, but the straw had finally broken the camel’s back right before the Shelby Wedding. You had decided to help Harry at the Garrison by picking up a couple shifts without telling John since you would most likely find him there anyways.

“How’s Y/N doing anyways,” you heard Arthur ask from inside the side room. You didn’t want to be sneaky and listen in on their conversation but it was hard to ignore as you swept and wiped down the counter.

“Fuckin’grouchy as  ever. Yelling in my ear from the time I get home to the time I leave again.” You had to hold back your disapproving grunt as you brows scrunched together. Of course John wouldn’t dar say any of that to your face, but he was all talk when he was ‘with the boys.’

“Thought you two been having problems, always arguing when you’re out together. All you need is a good fuck.”

“That’s the only thing I’ve not been getting from her. Maybe I’ll have to ask that new barmaid for some assistance,” he boasted. Your hands curled into fists and your body began to burn with anger. You knew the exact barmaid he was talking about and could grasp that she would be all too happy to ‘help’ John. You heard their chairs scrape the wood floors, knowing they’d be out there any moment.

“The blonde one?”

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Well, I talked about it, and now I’m gonna do it. Here’s a masterlist of UNDERUSED FANTASY CREATURES. These are humanoid fantasy/mythological creatures that could easily be used for RP, that I don’t see that often. (So basically, anything besides vampires, werewolves, demons, angels, ghosts, and fairies.) This list will include the creature’s name, a link to their wiki page, basic info about what they do and their origins, and a list of suggested FCs for them.

There are TWENTY-FIVE creatures on this list.

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anonymous asked:

Hey there! Can you do some bad girl x good girl kind of prompts? Thank you :))))

1) “Now how,” B murmured. “Did a good girl like you get in a fight with three people double your size?” She dabbed at the girl’s bruised knuckles with a warm rag, before swiping it gently over her lip like a caress. The cloth smudged a pearly pink from shimmering lip gloss. 
“Thank you,” replied the girl. “For stepping in. It was kind of you.”
“Kind?” she raised her brows, amused. “You’re welcome. But that’s not an answer.”
“I don’t owe you an answer for saving me.”
“No, you don’t. But you could probably use the help.”

2)  “They say you’re a heartbreaker,” G said - as if she wasn’t already chasing another kiss, eyes dark with want. “I’d be foolish to fall for you.”
“Oh, but wouldn’t it be fun?”

3) Really, she didn’t quite know how she’d got herself involved with a woman like her. Queenpin of the city, as lovely as she was lethal. She was a baker, for god’s sake. And yet, there was she leaning outside on a sleek black car waiting for G to wipe the flour off her face. B stepped close as she approached, crowding her eager and doting against the door. Kissing her with the sort of sweetness that made something in her belly ache for more. 
“You still taste like sugar,” B whispered. 
“We’re going to be late.” 
“Oh, well I wouldn’t dare to be late to meet your mother.” She couldn’t seem to resist another quick kiss though.

4) “Are you even paying attention?” G set the pen down, frustrated, to look at B. Who she was supposed to be tutoring.
“You have my undivided attention, doll. Trust me.”

5) “Did you make these?” B glanced up from the delicate lines of jewelry. 
She stared, not sure if she was supposed to be responding in the middle of a robbery. 
“They’re beautiful.” The thief straightened, dangling the delicate scarlet earrings from her fingers like pinpricks of blood. “Not quite as pretty as you though.”
G swallowed, but jutted her chin up. Heart pounding rabbit-fast. “Going to steal me too?” 
B laughed, delighted. “I imagine you’d put up a fight and I don’t want to traumatize you, but it’s a nice thought. You would really compliment the colour of my bed. It would be a masterpiece. Another time, perhaps.”


Ok, so here’s a thought. What if in Season 8

1. Brienne arrives in Winterfell with Jaime and the Starklings are all: “we don’t want to have an audience with Jaime. Why? What do you mean why? He pushed Bran out of the window that’s why. We want him in the dungeon!” And Brienne goes, “but we’ve all done something that was vile and wrong and we were given second chances!” And the Staklings are still, “Nope, no!” So Jaime gives Brienne a “fuck loyalty, huh?” look before Brienne very gently nudges him inside his cell. She warns him, “I’ll be back, try not to escape.” 

2. Meanwhile Sam and Bran tell Sansa and Arya Jon’s true parentage and Arya is like, ‘No! That’s not true! Jon’s my brother!’ But Sansa tells Sam to send a raven to the Citadel, “I want a written letter confirming the authenticity of this book!” And Sam goes, “You want me to write to the Citadel about the book I stole?” and the Starklings, go, “Uhm, yes? That’s exactly what we want you to do, is there a problem?” and Sam leaves them, on the verge of tears. So Arya asks, “what are we going to do?” And Sansa very regally juts out her chin and says, “what father had been doing all his life, we will protect Jon.” And Arya goes, “Fuck yeah!” And then Sansa very queenly tells her, “There must always be a Stark in Winterfell.” Arya is not sure what this means but Bran merely nods in agreement and Arya is all, “what the fuck is going on here?” 

3. Jaime is granted an audience with the Starklings and he tells them about the Golden Company and then pledges his life to Sansa, and Sansa tells him to arise and all that shit and then she goes, “We will ride for Riverrun. You will pretend to be my prisoner.” And Jaime is all, “are you fucking kidding me?” Sansa raises her eyebrows at him, “does this bring you dishonor? To pretend to be captured by the family whose family you have slaughtered?” And that shuts up Jaime. Sansa declares, “Robb was King in the North and The Trident. I am Catelyn Stark’s eldest daughter, The Trident is mine.” Bran nods and Arya is all, “The Starks are coming for ya!” Sansa tells Arya, “when Jon arrives, don’t make trouble, we need him safe. He must not know yet. No one must know yet. Just make him suffer for bending the knee. But not the ‘I’ll cut your face and wear it’ shit, ok? He’ll cry.”

4. Jon arrives in Winterfell but Sansa is not there. He’s half relieved, half-crazy with worry, esp since Littlefinger is not creepily hanging out at the back. “Where is Sansa?” he asks, all broody and dark eyed and Arya very sadly says, “she’s gone.” And Jon goes all pale and wild eyed with grief and he looks like he’s about to stab himself with Longclaw when Bran says, “hey chill out, she’s out gathering armies for you because Cersei isn’t going to help you and will in fact attack the North with a bunch of Unsullied except only they have cocks, so they’re easier to bribe.” Jon and Dany both go: whaaaaat? While Tyrion is all: oh, shit! Dany announces, “I will go back south and take what is rightfully mine!” But Jon and Tyrion stops her, “you can’t! You promised the North! What kind of Queen are you if you will not hold your word?” Dany and Jon goes off to sulk. Separately.

5. Sansa rallies The Trident, presenting them with the Kingslayer and she tells them that all the women and children can leave for the impregnable Vale, where they will be safest. It would be the last to fall if the wars reach them. She will distribute the provisions the Blackfish had secured in Riverrun but she will need their help. Rumors about the wight in Kings Landing had reached them and because Sansa is honest and bad ass and is the daughter of Cat, the sister of Robb and the one who captured the Kingslayer for justice, they rally behind her. Also it’s winter, if anyone can get them through winter, its the Starks. Winter is coming, they always say and you can bet your ass they know exactly what to do in winter.

6. Cersei, upon hearing that Sansa has Jaime tells the The Golden Company to forget about Dragonstone, she ain’t getting shit from Dragonstone anyway. She wants Sansa and Jaime captured alive so she can punish them herself. She sends the Mountain with them whose sole task is to beat the shit out of Jaime and take the Stark Girl. The Golden Company camp a few miles away from Riverrun, ready to attack. But during the night, they are attacked by a bunch of giant feral wolves. Those that escapes blindly ran into Riverrun and are soundly defeated by Sansa’s army. The Mountain almost takes Sansa, but Jaime very neatly cuts off his legs and well, gravity.  

7. Bran doesn’t need ravens and shit so he announces to the Northern Lords, to Team Bend The Knees, that Sansa has defended The Trident and is – gasp – heading towards King’s Landing. Dany doesn’t take it well and while planning her next move, she made the mistake of calling Sansa’s actions treasonous, punishable with death and Jon is not having any of that. He slams his fist on the table, making Dany jump, “YOU. DO. NOT. THREATEN. MY. SISTER. EVER.” Dany, shaken, lifts up her head and coolly says, “Oh, so now it’s my sister, you think I haven’t noticed how you act every time someone says her name?” and Jon is all, “what the fuck you talking about?” And that is the beginning of TargBowl.

8. The Lords of the Trident forgives Jaime because he saved their queen and he fought valiantly. Sansa tells him that he is longer a “prisoner” but is now her sworn sword. Jaime winks at Brienne and Brienne is as always, none too amused. Jaime tells Sansa she should go back to Winterfell, but Sansa shakes her head, “no, I don’t want to”, all pouty and sad eyed and Jaime figures it out, because he’s so been there and done that. He’s not at all sympathetic, “you foolish girl! You’re in love with your brother. Well, half-brother but… oh, seven hells…look at me and Cersei” and Sansa is indignant, “I am not Cersei and Jon is not you.” She almost tells Jaime that Jon is actually her cousin, thank you very much, but she has more sense than that, thank God for character development.

9. Sansa asks for Theon’s help and Theon pledges all the remaining Greyjoy ships to her cause. Sansa arrives in King’s Landing and tells the people that they need not fear Cersei anymore. Those who do not wish to be part of the coming war are free to go and they can seek shelter at The Trident, The Vale or even The North. Those brave enough can join her in taking King’s Landing from Cersei. Cersei sees the futility of killing the people of KL and burning it down to the ground. She’s done that already. And she hates being redundant. Also, all things considered, this is much better than dealing with dragons and so she readies her remaining armies. The people of KL is already sick of Cersei’s shit, so they wisely flock to Sansa.

10. Jon and Dany battles the Night King and the army of the dead and are triumphant but Drogon fought Viserion to death and now she only has Rhaegal. Sansa and Jaime battles Cersei. 

Meanwhile in KL, Jaime kills Cersei, but not before he gets fatally wounded by Euron (sorry, Brienne + Jamie fans) Euron tries to flee, but is killed by The Greyjoylings. Cersei, Euron and Jaime dies. Sansa does not want the Iron Throne, but she makes the reveal of all reveals: she is taking the Iron Throne, in behalf of Jon Snow aka Aegon Targaryen – no, the other Aegon Targaryen, Rhaegar’s son from Lyanna Stark, the true heir of the Iron Throne and who is fighting in The North so that they will not have to face the horrors of the Night King’s Army. The people cheer for their king because they are sexist shits, but it’s not their fault, that’s how it was during those times. Sansa leaves Edmure and Lord Royce to take care of anything that needs taking care of while she’s gone. Sansa is so done with the South and she immediately rides North.

11. Dany is PISSED. She is FUMING MAD. She did not help the North defeat the White Walkers to be usurped by her NEPHEW. She thinks Jon deliberately did not tell her about his parentage and she was tricked by the WHOLE FUCKING NORTH, the STARKS most especially. Jon on the other hand is terrifically wounded but he’ll survive. He is CONFUSED and MOPEY and he’s all “NO. WAIT. WHAT? YOU’RE MY AUNT? SANSA IS MY COUSIN?!’ And is in no shape or form ready for another war. Dany wants to take Rhaegal and finally take the Iron throne but she is killed by… Tyrion or Varys. Or both of them. I don’t know. No one knows. No one saw it happened. So Jon is all, “but I don’t want the Iron Throne! It does not belong to the Targaryens. When is Sansa coming back home? Will she back soon? I miss her.” And Tyrion is, “well who the fuck does it belong to?” And Bran goes, “to the Baratheons.” And everyone groans out loud because they’ve had enough of these reveals and they make Bran promise that Gendry Baratheon will be the absolute LAST reveal. Sansa returns to Winterfell, triumphant and she’s so happy and she hugs Arya and goes, “the Storm Land is yours.” But Arya is all, “I don’t want to be a LADY!” and Sansa smiling sweetly almost evilly tells her, “yes, of course, you’re no Lady. You’re Queen.” 

The Greyjoys are finally given their right and freedom to rule over their Island provided that they stop being assholes to everyone else. Yara and Theon are only happy to make peace with the rest of the Kingdom. The Vale and The Trident refuses to be parted from their Queen and so The Vale and The Trident are under the protection of the North. The rest of the houses also want the guidance of a King and Queen because they’re all lazy fucks and do not want the headache of ruling separate kingdoms. And so the South is ruled by Queen Arya Stark and the North is ruled by Queen Sansa Stark – because, fuck yeah for Stark women!

12. It takes a year and a half for Jon and Sansa to sort out everything, but they finally do it, to the relief of Tormund, because Brienne had told him she will not be stolen by Tormund unless Jon and Sansa becomes King and Queen in the North and Tormund had begged and begged Jon to just man up and steal Sansa, which Jon finally does. And Tormund could never be happier. He is already planning on how to steal Brienne.


Ok. WAIT. 

I think I want to actually write this as a fanfic, be right back.

Come Find Me VII

It’s here! Also heads up, the advice in this chapter is real, so if ever do go without food for a while, you should follow it. I’ll probably need it soon ironically enough, because it is officially too hot to keep anything down, so I’m living off liquids and the occasional fruit. Also @fallingineternity@parsnipit

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VIII

Anxiety buried his head in his hands. And here he’d though this week couldn’t get any worse. But no.

The thing was, finding out that the others didn’t care had hurt, but had not been entirely unexpected. He’d just never wanted to admit it to himself before. So despite the pain this little experiment had caused, Anxiety would have been able to deal with it and let things go back to normal. And chances were, the others would have never noticed a thing.

But now, just when he had managed to accept that he was on his own, that he wasn’t the kind of person people wanted to be around, Prince had to come in. And now he was going to have to deal with all his bullshit guilt and pity, because while the other side may have hated him, but Anxiety knew that his hero complex wouldn’t let him leave Anxiety alone either, not when he thought Anxiety was in distress. It was the exact same attitude Prince got when he saw anyone he thought needed help.

Although, Anxiety really, really wished that for once Prince could leave off with all his heroic crap, because having him try and “help” Anxiety out of uncomfortable obligation was actually worse than the others not noticing him disappear for a week.

Still, at least it wouldn’t last long. A few days, heck maybe even just one, and Prince would remember just how much he hated being around Anxiety, and he’d give up. Till then, Anxiety might as well accept some of his help, like the soup.

Anxiety hated to admit it, but he had really screwed up on the whole not eating thing. Sure, this was hardly the first time he’d skipped meals, but he’d never skipped so many before. And if Prince knew how to help him recover from his mistake, then fine, Anxiety would let him help. Then Prince would feel appropriately heroic and leave, and Anxiety would go back to being forgotten.

Anxiety reached for the glass of water by his bedside, taking small sips until he’d drank the entire thing. He set it back on the bedside table. While he still felt like crap, his headache had eased up slightly.

He stifled a yawn. Despite having spent most of the last week sleeping, he still felt exhausted. Actually he felt more exhausted than when he’d last fallen asleep. Anxiety let his eyes close. What the hell, he was tired and it wasn’t like there was any point in getting up. He might as well sleep

When Anxiety woke up, it was to a cool sensation on his forehead. He squinted up as he reluctantly forced his eyelids to open. Prince was sitting next to him wiping down his forehead with a damp cloth.

“…the hell?” he muttered, only half awake.

“Your skin’s rather warm,” Prince explained briskly, “Likely from the dehydration. I brought an entire pitcher of water this time. I thought it would be easier, since until you recover more, walking will be rather difficult. Oh, and I have that soup I mentioned. I told Morality I’d had a craving and simply had to have minestrone soup. You should eat it while it’s still warm.”

Anxiety blinked trying to process the wave of words. Right, okay.

He forced himself upright, shoving away Prince’s hand as he did so. Prince let him without a fight, although he kept staring at Anxiety with a weird kind of intensity. Anxiety tried not to squirm under it.

“So you got minestrone?” he said, pressing his hands to his eyes trying to wake himself up more. God, he still felt tired, like his very bones were exhausted.

“Well, I realized once I reached Morality’s room that I don’t actually know what kinds of soup you like, and while chicken noodle may be an old standby, I also didn’t want Morality to start thinking I was coming down with something. And well, minestrone was the first kind of soup to pop into my head after that. I figured you’d probably be fine with it, correct?”

“Yeah, no, minestrone’s fine,” Anxiety mumbled. It was actually his favorite kind of soup, but he wasn’t going to give Princey the satisfaction of knowing that. He took the bowl and began to sip it carefully.

After a few minutes, he glanced up. Prince was still sitting on his bed.

“Did you want something?” he drawled.

“What do you like to eat?” Prince asked in reply.

Anxiety paused, setting down his spoon. What? His confusion must have shown on his face, because Prince clarified.

“Eating is going to be hard for a short while as your stomach readjusts to having food again, so there’s no point in making it an even worse struggle by making you eat food that you hate. So I’m asking you what you like to give me a better plan for your recovery.”

“I thought this was my recovery?” Anxiety said confused. “I mean, this will get me upright again, and then I can make my own food. Or at the very least go grab the leftovers Morality always leaves me in the fridge.”

“Of course this isn’t enough to fully recover!” Roman spluttered. “You haven’t eaten in a week! Wait, those leftovers were specifically for you?”

“Yeah,” Anxiety dragged out. “Why do you care- you’re the one that’s been eating them.”

“I will endeavor not to do so in the future,” Roman said, actually looking a little contrite. Then he flung his hands out dramatically. “But this is not the point! You can’t just eat one meal then be better, it takes time for you to recover your appetite.  I doubt you’ll even be able to finish the soup. In fact, I imagine you must be feeling rather full right now, don’t you?”

Anxiety scowled down at his soup. There was still half of it left, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat much more. He hated that Roman was right.

Despite Anxiety’s lack of response, Roman was happy to continue on.

“What’s important is not for you to try and gorge yourself the minute you can walk again. Rather, I recommend having smaller meals every few hours or so. Bread would be a good thing to try and eat next. It’s solid food, unlike the soup, but not overly heavy, and the carbs will be good for you. Oh, and while it may still be too heavy for you right now, perhaps tomorrow we could add some peanut butter for protein. Do you like peanut butter?”

“You’ve seen me eat peanut butter” Anxiety said dryly. Dammit, so much for everything being over quickly. Still, he doubted Prince would feel this invested tomorrow. He’d just listen to the stupid diet plan, and work it all out on his own.

“You know,” Prince said thoughtfully, ignoring Anxiety’s last comment. “It’s probably faster just to ask which foods you don’t like.”

Anxiety rolled his eyes, but since he could see Prince staring at him with expectation, he reluctantly replied.

“I don’t like fish, and I’m not really huge vegetable person,” he muttered and then because he could see Prince gearing up for a lecture, he hastened to add. “I mean, they’re fine in things, I just don’t like them on their own. Um, aside from that, I’m not a huge mayonnaise person, but that’s about it.”

Prince nodded briskly.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” he said. “For now, try and eat a little more if you can. If you can’t, just rest, and be sure to keep drinking the water I brought.”

“So I’m supposed to just stay in bed? All day” Anxiety asked, not at all happy about taking orders from Prince.

“And here I thought you enjoyed spending your days lazing away,” Prince said with some amusement in his voice. “But yes, pushing yourself and expending energy when your body’s running on nothing would be foolish.

“Well then can you at least grab my laptop,” Anxiety said, gesturing towards his desk, irritated that once again Prince had a point.

Prince deposited the device in his lap.

“I’ll be back later,” he said, and then with a hesitant smile. “Perhaps we could watch some Disney movies together?”

“Whatever,” Anxiety snapped, shoving his headphones over his head. Like he cared.

There was short pause, during which Anxiety kept his eyes firmly fixed on his screen. Then there was sigh and the sound of footsteps.

“Remember to drink water,” Prince called out one last time, as he shut the door.

Anxiety rolled his eyes. God this whole heroic act was annoying. He seriously wished that Prince would just go back to normal, instead of acting like he cared. This wasn’t a fairy tale, and Anxiety was no damsel in distress. Prince could go be the hero somewhere else.

After a week of being shut indoors by the steady rain, Byron amused himself by suggesting the lovestruck Polidori demonstrate his chivalry by jumping off the porch- an eight foot drop- to offer Mary assistance as she made her way up the wet, slippery path.  Polidori was too naive to know what Byron knew instinctively, that a man who took such extraordinary measures would appear foolish.  Sure enough, when the smitten Polidori took his lordship’s advice and leapt, Mary was startled but certainly not impressed.  Even more embarrassing, Polidori sprained his ankle upon landing, with the result that when he and Mary made their way to the house, the young knight had to lean on his lady’s shoulder rather than the other way around.  Wincing, irritable, and out of sorts, he retired indoors, fully aware that he had been ridiculous.

Charlotte Gordon, Romantic Outlaws: The Extraordinary Lives of Mary Woolstonecraft and Mary Shelley

The fuck, guys.

Seven Minutes In Heaven (With Seventeen)

Summary: A simple little party in someone’s basement while their parents weren’t home. A simple little game meant for horny preteens trying to get to second base. It’s not supposed to be make or break for your heart, right? Right? Fluff. Multi-chap. 

(A/N: Okay, so I don’t know if any of my followers remember Quizilla. But Quizilla was my first ever fanfiction website. And long before I was writing fanfiction and posting it there, I was reading. And obviously, with a name like Quizilla, the primary formatting of their website was quizzes. This meant that the fanfic writers there actually came up with something very creative - a choose your own adventure style fanfic, usually seven minutes in heaven. I saw these everywhere. If you were in a fandom at the time then there was a 99% chance that a seven minutes in heaven quiz existed for that fandom. Most of the ones I read at the time were about Harry Potter. So anyway I’ll probably explain more about this concept if asked, but I think you’ll get it as you go along. If you have read the Quizilla ones then you’ll get it right off the bat. I’ve always always always wanted to do one of these and I thought Seventeen was the perfect fandom to do it for. I’m gonna have so much fun with this. I think the only warnings are under aged drinking and light promiscuity?? Whatever have fun reading. This is just the prelude before all the individual members parts, but I do recommend reading for set up. -Tanisha<3)

You got invited to parties like this more often than you went to them. You found it more boring going out like this than anything. Your friend group had an odd mixture of people who were of the drinking age and just under, leaving you all with an odd conundrum - the older ones buying alcohol (never anything too heavy) and simply watching in amusement of how the younger ones couldn’t hold their illegal booze. This always gave these parties a distinctly ‘teenage’ vibe. Usually in someone’s basement, or in a dark backyard when parents weren’t home, with Top 40 music blasting in the background for people to embarrass themselves to.

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Gold Dust Woman

As requested by a few of you, here’s a “jealous kiss” ficlet - Modern AU -Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours album is an essential soundtrack to the end of this fic… (1980 words, M rated)

He has to set the pint glass back down on the bar before he crushes it in his grip, each breath he takes becoming measured in an effort to conjure an unaffected facade. It’s too slow tonight, amplifying every interaction, her laugh too loud from her end of the bar. Beyond frustrated with himself, he grabs a dishtowel and wipes at the polished wood before him in hopes that he can rub away this idiotic infatuation with the one woman he can never have. Emma Swan, the lithe blonde with the sharp tongue and impenetrable force field with whom he shares his Wednesday and Thursday night shifts. 

He’s half in love with her. Well, maybe more than half. 

The tiny hairs along the back of his neck rise and he knows she’s approaching, his own body defying his minutes-old mental edict to relax. 

“Hey, can I steal your Goldschläger? I’m all out.” 

Not trusting himself to look at her at the moment, he nods and continues to wipe at the nonexistent water rings on the wood with his rag. 

“What’s mine is yours love, you know that.” 

Cringing at the seriousness tinging the ends of his attempted flirtation, he closes his eyes in wait for her inevitable retort. 

“Everything okay with you?” 

He forces himself to look over his shoulder, too curious to see if her expression matches what sounds like honest concern in her voice. She’s regarding him with an unexpected softness and he forces a smile to curve his lips. 

“Aye, just tired, Swan,” he lies, hoping she won’t press him any further.

Her eyes narrow and then shift to his hand still moving the rag absently over the bar. 

“Right…well, I’ll just…” 

He watches as she slides behind him to grab the gold flecked cinnamon liqueur on the shelf, her short tank top lifting to reveal a strip of vanilla cream colored skin he longs to know the taste of on his tongue. The confines of his jeans feel suddenly too tight at that errant thought of his many fantasies and he snaps his head back forward, mentally shaking himself at his complete lack of control. 

“Hey Killian, you keep rubbing at that same spot, you’re gonna take the polish off.” 

Heat burns the tips of his ears at being caught, but he still manages to conjure up a salacious comeback. 

“Swan, sometimes it takes a lot of rubbing to really…get into it.”

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Lena Luthor x reader (Worked it out, and figured you out)

Request: I love your writing! Can you do one with Lena x fem!reader? It’s Lena’s first time in the DEO and sees reader training and gets hit with gay panic. Then both flirting over being complete science nerds. Thanks!!     

a/n: YOU BET I CAN. And also… thank YOU! All the prompts you folks send me is what keeps this blog going! I’m getting at it at a relatively steady pace I think, sometimes it’s a little bit difficult than other days to find inspiration, but somehow you all manage to surprise me and remind me of how wonderful this fandom is, and then it makes me want to work even harder and contribute what I can to it! So thank y’all so much!!

Fun little sidenote, it’s actually my birthday today! :D I have too many cute fic ideas swimming around in my head (which is a little bit of a rarity these days) and I’m not even sure when I’m going to get to write for them if I’m going to be off being a loud, delinquent dumbass all weekend. But, yeah! I’m feeling extra inspirational and thankful today… maybe that might even translate into some fics that nobody asked for LOL.

Have fun with this fic though y’all! I was in the mood to write something cracky with J’onn in it and I have not a clue as to why… You’re also a little bit of an ass in this one too but it’s totally fine, it’s part of your charm obviously

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For as long as you can remember, you have always been a force of nature. You knew how to work hard and you knew just how hard to push yourself to make the reward that much sweeter.

Simply put, you had fun living life, and despite the handful of troubling setbacks and the unavoidable years-long turmoil that is the discomfort of adolescence, you still looked at the world like it was your playground.

As rambunctious and tenacious as you were, you had just as much discipline, and it paid off deliciously in a plethora of ways.

You would say the human body is a blessed vessel; the tone and curves of some, the muscle and elegance of others, the ability to persevere and flourish, to deconstruct and to rebuild, it amazed you all the same.

What amazed you particularly (and was frequently the subject of ire around all your friends) is how you could eat like absolute shit and still maintain the form that you do.

As it was, you found yourself at the DEO working off last night’s conquest of an army’s weight of cheesy garlic bread and a late night call with Domino’s.

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Liar 1/? (Tom Riddle Jr/Voldemort Imagine)

Tom Riddle was your superior, or so everyone said.

Sharp, handsome features shaped by dark waves of silky hair had women swooning left and right, his straight and healthy posture bringing him to his full height at six feet tall. When he walked he took long, graceful strides with purpose, head held high to flash either a dashing smile or a cold glare at his fellow students as he passed.

“Riddle is so handsome,” and “Tom is so smart!” had you cupping your ears with frustration - you were tired of hearing about Tom fucking Riddle and how much better he was at everything than you.

Scoffing softly, you stuck your nose back into your dinner at the very end the Slytherin table - with the first years. How humiliating.

Pushing your food around carelessly with your fork, you glanced distastefully towards the enormous doors to the Great Hall, contemplating whether or not you could cut announcements and go to your dorm.

“Professor Slughorn said that he’ll even tutor me in potions class. I can’t believe how lucky I am.” One girl said, and the girl next to her snorted, shoveling mashed potatoes into her open mouth. “No amount of tutoring will ever be enough to get into sixth-years’ potions class. It’s just not possible.”

You bit your lip as you continued to ponder leaving dinner early to escape the infuriating prattle of these first years and their plans to join the dreamy Tom Riddle and his handsome friend
Abraxas Malfoy.

You felt your blood boil at the mention of that rich, spoiled brat’s name - if there was one person you hated more than Tom, it was Abraxas. The bastard had deemed you dirty by blood despite being a half-blood Slytherin. You were socially exiled from any circle within your house and since you were a Slytherin, people often misjudged you and steered clear whenever you passed.

Having heard enough of the girls and their plots to win the devilishly handsome Slytherin’s heart you stood up, a few first years flinching at your abrupt movement. Straightening out the wrinkles on your grey slacks and gathering your books you turned with a hard scowl and stormed out of the Great Hall.

You grumbled to yourself as you made your way through the first floor of the magnificent castle, paying little mind to the students that cowered away from you. You did find it curious, considering you were never overly aggressive or cruel, there was a stereotype attached to Slytherin house but you never received such submissive behavior from anyone.

Brushing off the odd behavior of your fellow Hogwarts students, you continued your journey up four flights of moving stairs and as you lifted your right foot to step off of the last set, the familiar nauseating sway of the staircase had you groaning.

You were so busy off in your world and reacted too slowly, as usual. As if some cruel God was having too much fun with you to stop now and was choosing to continue with your torment, a soft velvety chuckle could be heard just behind you. You craned your neck lazily expecting to see some painfully dull ghost or poltergeist but they would’ve been too easy to share a staircase ride with. You turned your head away with a huff as you caught a glimpse of his soft lips and dark eyes.

“Miss your stop?” The brunette asked, and you simply grunted in response. “You hardly venture this far into the castle.” You raised your brows at the sixth-year prefect as he approached your side, fingers tangled together behind his back like a child shielding something scandalous.

“How would you know how I spend my spare time, Riddle?” You scowled at the teen’s growing smile, he turned away momentarily to wipe the amused smirk away before turning to you again with that annoyingly charming gaze.

“Well, you can’t possibly be coming here on some sort of routine because I always come to the library after dinner and announcements.“ Riddle raised a brow at you, the faintest of smirks lingering on his lips. Smart ass. You gritted your teeth and gripped the spine of your book harder, hoping that if you glared hard enough his face might start to melt. It didn’t and so you just looked foolish, standing there and scowling at the boy at your side.

“Announcements aren’t over yet, Riddle, which means you’re technically skipping a class, which means you’re technically breaking a rule. Aren’t you supposed to be setting a good example for the new first years?” You smirked and your eyebrows danced mischievously at the prefect who’s own smirk was beginning to falter.

Tom turned his gaze from you to the new floor the staircase abruptly halted at and with his arm, motioned for you to move ahead. “I would be if I wasn’t already about to catch another student red-handed.”

You bit your lip and shook your head as you walked side-by-side with Tom, “You’d be taking points from your own house, Riddle.” He scoffed and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead and glared from the corner of his eye at you, “Do you really think I care about house points? Honestly.”

You sneered at the back of his head as he sped past you and into the library entrance. It was dimly lit and you could hear the crackling of a nearby fireplace and the murmuring of several paintings that covered the stone walls. You practically dove across tables, narrowly avoiding death from several loose chairs on your way over to the receptionist’s empty desk and shoved your books into a small slit by it where dark bold letters spelled ‘return’.

Glancing over your shoulder one more time, you were both ecstatic and disappointed to find the room empty, Riddle had gone. Brushing away any feelings that arose you turned briskly and left the library, the walk slow and boring without someone to keep you company. Frowning, you couldn’t help but scold yourself for even wanting that curly haired git anywhere near you. Running your fingers over your face, you passed the Great Hall and were about to take another flight if stairs into the dungeon when you were firmly yanked away from the entrance. “There they are, Professor,” a smug yet familiar voice said, “trying to skip dinner. Again.” You turned and squinted in the dark at two figures in the dark and while the grip on your arm loosened, it didn’t let go. “Y/N, what do you have to say for yourself?” You cringed and rolled your eyes, “I feel ill, Professor Slughorn,” you lied to your potions instructor,

“A lie, Professor. I’ve been catching them left and right trying to cut evening meals.” You gaped at Riddle and he seemed to catch that in the dark, you could just sense that cunning smirk and you raised your hands defensively, “That’s not true! I was returning books!”

“I thought you were ill, Y/N?” Tom taunted from over Slughorn’s shoulder. “I tried to let them off with a warning but they just won’t listen, Professor.”

“Detention it is then,” the old man said with a somewhat authoritative tone, “all week, with you, Tom. I don’t want anyone else on duty.” Slughorn turned back to you and frowned, “It’s time we taught you how to respect the rules, Y/N.”

Without another word, the potion master turned and left you standing dumbfounded in the dark hallway. A long moment passed before Tom spoke up.

“I’m sorry, but as a prefect I have to inform a teacher if a student is breaking a rule.” The brunette apologized sarcastically. Your blank stare twisted into an annoyed scowl and Tom laughed in your face. “Detention starts tomorrow, Y/N. You heard Slughorn.”

“You lied.” You clenched your teeth and blinked away tears, growing increasingly frustrated with Riddle’s taunting.

“Hm? Did I?” He hummed from over his shoulder, his back now turned to you as he began his walk back to the Great Hall, only stopping to shoot you a demanding look. You raised your brow at him from your place in the shadows and Tom jerked his head, growing impatient. “You haven’t eaten.”

“Yes, I have.” You argued, crossing your arms and turning away from his penetrating glare. “You haven’t, I saw you. You didn’t touch your plate.”

You scoffed at him, “You wouldn’t even be able to see me from that far away, Riddle. Don’t lie.” His glare simply hardened and his long arm reached out to grab your shoulder, “You will eat, and I will watch you eat.” He ordered as he quite literally dragged you down the hall and to the Great Hall which was buzzing with noise.

You were about to stop at your usual place at the end of the table but a firm yank from Tom was enough to keep you moving. Up and up you climbed until you were there - right at the front of the table. Quizzical eyes watched you as you sunk into your seat between Tom and several of his pureblood Slytherin companions, none of which you liked. Your eyes met with Tom’s briefly and you felt your lip quiver, which he definitely notice, eyes falling to your mouth before he picked up his own cutlery and motioned for you to eat.

You mirrored his actions slowly and ate, occasionally stealing glances at the prefect who seemed all too content with your presence. Eventually the table settled and conversations started up again, you of course joined none - nor were you invited to. Strangely enough, despite his popularity, you noticed Tom was just as uninterested as you, not even lifting his gaze unless it was to inspect your plate.

You took this time to properly inspect him up close and stabbed aggressively as you noted just how handsome he really was. “Riddle is so handsome,” you cringed, “Tom is so smart.”

You remembered those girls and wondered if they’d be envious of you now. That alone was enough to make the rest of the evening tolerable.

You smiled as you ate your dinner.

At His Mercy

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Buckle your seatbelts
Rating: Prepare a towel
Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts

WARNING: ⚠️PURE DADDY ⚠️ ROUGH DADDY ⚠️ This is not abuse like some people may think, it’s a KINK. ⚠️ DADDY KINK⚠️

Daddy raises his eyebrows, clenches his jaw, and his hands form into fists for a brief moment. This doesn’t look good for you at all. There is no way for you to escape Daddy’s wrath now. The guy that you were with suddenly pokes his head up and sees Jungkook glaring at him. He jumps up and raises his hands as if he’s surrendering. He scrambles around looking for his clothes. Jungkook smirks looking amused for moment at the reaction he provokes.

The guy dashes out the door and Jungkook follows him to close and lock the door behind him. You still sitting on the floor, topless and now wearing a cum stained skirt afraid if you try to stand that your legs will buckle underneath you. You felt paralyzed.

Jungkook turns around to face you and stares at you intently. He stalks over to the living room taking off his business shirt and stands before you.

Jungkook towers over you as you hear that familiar sound of his belt buckle being undone. You look down at the carpet. You know what is going to happen and you also know you deserve whatever punishment Daddy is going to give you.

You hear the leather slide through his pant loops as you sneak a peek up at him. He doubles the belt and makes a snapping sound with it. You jump at the sound with your heart racing and scoot back away from him.

“Stand up.” Daddy whispers deadly. Instead of standing up you scoot back again.

“I said stand up! Don’t make me say it again, princess!” He threatens. You slowly and carefully rose to a stance trembling. Jungkook takes a step forward and you take a step back. You hear him sigh exasperated.

“Princess, don’t make this any harder than it already is. Now I want you to stand behind the couch and bend over. Do it quickly!” Jungkook commands.

You drag yourself behind the couch and bend over. Your face falls in the cushions. Your feet can barely touch the ground except for the tip of your toes. All you can think about as You lean over the couch is; “Why did I let my sweet Daddy down? How did I let it get this far?”

It all started a couple of days ago when the two of you got into an argument over the phone. Jungkook had promised you that the two of you were going to go on a retreat for a week.

Of course, something came up at his office and he had to go fix it. So, instead of going on the retreat to spend much needed time alone with him, he went on another business trip. This isn’t the first time he has had to cancel. You really needed this retreat to spend time with your Daddy. But the conversation escalated and you hung up on him but not before You told him to “Fuck off!”

You had never talked to him like that before. He tried calling you back immediately but you let it go to voice mail. He then tried to text you and you wouldn’t answer any of them. You felt like You weren’t important to Him. That he didn’t have time for you so why should You make time for him? Plus, You also knew he would be angry because of the way You spoke to him.

You needed to blow off some steam so You went out with your girlfriends. You all had dinner at a nice restaurant than went to a popular club. The club is where You met that cute guy. You had no idea that you would hit off so well or things would go as far as they did. It started with an innocent kiss and before You knew it, you were in your living room.

You didn’t plan on Jungkook coming home until the end of the week. Of course, You didn’t plan on having that encounter in your shared living room either. He must have guessed his little girl would have gotten herself into trouble and came home early. Now you’re in a lot more trouble than cursing with him on the phone. Jungkook lifts your skirt folding it over to rub your bare behind.

“I think you know why you’re being punished but just in case you don’t it’s for being a: VERY. DISRESPECTFUL. NAUGHTY. LITTLE. SLUT!!” He angrily announces as he spanks your ass hard with his hand emphasizing each word.

“Daddy pleeeaaasseee, I’m soorr….” You start to say but he interrupts.

“I know you are princess and trust me you will be!” He states calmly.

“Daaaddy!” You begin again but you’re interrupted again.

“I will not allow MY princess to act like a disrespectful little slut. Now stay still!” he commands.

You know you deserve His wrath but you was terrified too. How bad was this going to hurt?

You soon found out after You heard the first swoosh of his belt. His belt lands with a loud crack on your ass.


You yelp as He swings his belt again. He’s relentless with each strike harder than the other. You scream into the couch cushions. You have tears streaming down wetting your face. He has never swung his belt with such quickness or harshness before. Then again You have never disobeyed or disrespected Him as badly before either.

Why did you disrespect him by telling him to fuck off and then hanging up on him? Why didn’t you answer any of his attempts when he tried to contact you? And the biggest question, why did you have to mess around with that guy? You really disobeyed your daddy when you made that guy cum but what was even worse is you allowed him to eat your pussy; correction Your daddy’s pussy.

You deserve to feel every ounce of your Daddy’s fury. You wish you hadn’t let him down like You have. You can still see the rage and the disappointment in his eyes. You are so ashamed of your behavior. You never wanted to hurt your sweet Daddy like You have or disappointed him but You were feeling neglected and unloved.

How very wrong You were to act out like this but you thought it could have been your little secret. It could have been your way of getting back at Daddy for breaking his promise to you.

What were you thinking? You also knew that eventually you would have felt guilty and told him the truth. You can’t keep anything from him no matter how difficult the truth may be.

He ceased his spanking for a moment and rubs your sore behind feeling the heat off your inflamed ass. You put your feet flat on the ground to give yourself a break from balancing but stay bent over the top of the couch.

You turn your head towards Jungkook and he frowns down at you. He gently moves your hair out of your eyes and wipes tears from your face. You stare back at him through your tears and he looks back at you somberly. His forehead was moist with sweat from spanking you with such fierceness.

He continues rubbing your behind using soft strokes. You embrace His touch on your flesh even though your skin stings. That familiar tingling feeling has awakened between your legs and You knew that only Jungkook’s cock can satisfy it. You peek at him and see in his eyes that he isn’t quite ready to forgive you yet or to give you any kind of satisfaction.

There is still a hint of anger in his dark beautiful eyes. You were already on thin ice. You didn’t want to push the issue but that is why you were so surprised by what you did.

You straightened myself up in a standing position, looking Jungkook in the eyes before giving him one of your devious smiles. He looks back at you puzzled. You smirk at him again and before he can say anything you run into the other room.

Jungkook just stands there by the couch dumbfounded. You can tell by his reaction that he cannot believe what you did. You can’t believe what You did either.

Jungkook finally recovers from the shock and smiles at you dangerously. However, he does have a hint of amusement in his eyes. He slowly walks around the couch and over to the dining room to where you were.

“Oh, aren’t we just full of surprises tonight.” He states amused.

You can’t help but grin seeing the amusement in his eyes but you also know it’s very foolish on your part as well.

“So princess, what do you think you can accomplish with this little stunt?” he whispers.

“…I…I don’t know. I just um wanted to talk to you for a minute.” You stammer.

“About what princess? If you think you can talk your way out of your punishment you’re sadly mistaken. You were very naughty girl and you need to respect my rules.” Jungkook states sternly as you begin circling one another around the dining room table.

He leaped and was almost able to grab you but he missed. You ran through the kitchen to the breakfast table. He slowly enters in the kitchen giving you a wicked grin. You ran behind the breakfast table.

“Daddy……I…understand that that I um need to be punished. It’s just…it’s just that you seem so angry. I….um never seen you like this before. You have to know that I um didn’t mean to upset you this badly.” You state sincerely.

“Princess, how can you think that your actions wouldn’t upset me? You know the rules. You know how I feel about you keeping your manners especially, when you’re talking to me. You also know how I feel about you making another guy cum and you REALLY know how I feel about MY PUSSY!”

He stresses the last two words loudly. You can’t answer him because everything he says is true. You know exactly how he feels about everything he mentioned. Like you have said before, there is really no way you can talk your way out of this. At least, you were able to stall and give my behind a break.

“Princess, if you come over to me now I won’t punish you for running away from me!” You heard him say truthfully. You can tell Jungkook is being reasonable but you also knew he was still angry. If you could only get him to calm down a little more before the two of can continue with your punishment and then you would feel better.

“No Daddy, I can’t go with you willingly until I know you’re calmer.” You whisper barely audible.

“Excuse me? I hope I didn’t hear what I thought I heard.” Jungkook states exasperated.

“I didn’t stutter Daddy, you heard me correctly.” You stated bravely. Jungkook looks at you in utter disbelief then smiles at you menancely.

“Oh princess, this really isn’t going to end well for you” he threatens.

You gulp and feel your stomach turn a back flip. You escape out of the breakfast room and ran back into the living room.

Jungkook and you play cat and mouse alternating rooms and each time he gets closer and closer to catching you. your hiding against a wall and peek around the corner. You can’t see him anywhere.

Where in the hell did he go?

You think if you can make it the bedroom You can lock the door and be safe. Then Jungkook can cool off some and you can get some rest. Then the two of you will be able to talk about what happened in the morning. You peer around the other corner and didn’t see him. You glance down the hall towards the bedroom. You only had thirty feet or less to run you pondered. You peer behind you before you make a dash for it.


You slam hard into a solid object.

The wind is almost knocked out of you from running into the object. You were trying to catch your breath when you realize that the hard object was Jungkook. He reached around you grabbing you by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder. You scream and he slaps your already sore behind hard. He marches down the hallway to your shared bedroom not saying a word.

He pushes you down to the foot of your bed as he seizes each of your wrists tying them to opposite sides of the bed. Then takes one of your ankles spreading your legs apart and ties it to one of the bed posts and ties your other ankle to the other post. You can’t move anything but your head. You are completely at Daddy’s mercy.

The both of you were catching your breath from running around the house and having shots of adrenaline shooting through your veins. He smacks you with his belt again using the same rhythm as he did before. He grips a fistful of your hair yanking your head back to look in your eyes as he continues to spank you.

“I need to know something princess” he menancely whispers in your ear, “Who does this pussy belong too?” He asks while swinging his belt. You try to answer but your voice catches because you were sobbing.

“WHO!” he yells jerking your head back.

“You do Daddy!” You yell.

“Then why did I see another man in it? WHY!” He demands as he snaps his belt hard on your ass at the last word.

“I..I.don’t know. It was um it was a mistake. Please Daddy, I’m so sorry. It was a mistake!” You beg.

“You bet your ass it was mistake! One that will NEVER happen again, am I right?” He asks as he rips off your thong making you howl.

“It will never happen again, Daddy! Please Daddy, I’m so sorry!” You plead.

Jungkook takes a few steps back and you feel his leather strike your pubic lips. He swings repeatedly striking your core’s lips and reaching your clit. Your pussy stings and is becoming swollen but at the same time, you were becoming wet, very wet.

Why is your body betraying you like this? Jungkook drops his belt, reaching his hand between your legs and begins working your now swollen pubic lips.

“Feel this? You feel how wet you are? You are a naughty little slut aren’t you?” Jungkook whispers.

He rubs his hard cock against your ass and in between your legs. A moan escapes from your lips and he lets out a low growl. Your pussy is soaked and you can feel your juices drip onto his cock.

You feel yourself pushing back towards him begging him to enter you. Even though your pussy and ass sting from the fierce spanking Jungkook gave you, you need to be fucked by him so badly. Jungkook holds his cock and slowly enters into you. You mewl and he moans. He slams his cock into you deep, bottoming out making you cry out.

He hammers his hard thick cock in your wet swollen core drilling you hard. He grips your hair as he continues pumping into you as he stares intently into your eyes. The head board was thumping against the wall with each powerful thrust. You feel his breath on your neck as he nibbles on your ear then kisses you hard on the lips.

“You like it when Daddy fucks you this hard don’t you my naughty little slut?” You gasp in response as he emphasizes each word with a fierce thrust.

“That’s right, your Daddy’s slut aren’t you? Answer me!” He demands. He yanks your head back more as if he was trying to shake an answer from you.

“Yyyess Daddy, I am your slut only yours!” You say breathlessly.

“That’s right princess, only me. This is my pussy, don’t you ever forget that!” he growls in your ear. You can only nod as you feel your core muscles contract. He can also feel your core walls milk his cock. He knew you were going to cum soon. He keeps pounding into you without remorse.

“Give to me princess, cum for Daddy!” He demands in a low guttural tone.

You came as Jungkook orders you too soaking his cock and balls like a wave from an ocean. You hear him groan in pleasure as you begin to tremble feeling the aftermath of your delicious orgasm. You knew he was close to cumming as well and you waited for him to fill you up with his seed but he had other ideas.

He pulls his dick out and climbs over your resting body. He gets on the bed and kneels in front of your face. He pulls your head up using your hair and forces his pussy-soaked cock into your mouth. As he holds onto your hair with both of his hands, he fucks your mouth. You feel his cock gliding leisurely back in forth in your wet warm mouth.

Jungkook lets out a deep groan as he picks up speed. You can feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gag a few times but that doesn’t stop him. He continues to pummel your mouth with his cock until you get used to him in your throat. He sometimes holds your head up to his abdomen with his cock wedging it deeply in your throat cutting off your air supply. He knows how you feel about that.

How paranoid you get about not being able to breathe. He isn’t showing that he cares because each time he holds you there longer and longer. You can hear him groan or growl each time as tears drip from your eyes.

Your hands and legs are tied down so you can’t fight him. The only thing you can do is fully submit to him. He is in complete control. He holds you in place again longer than any other time and you begin to struggle. Yet, you hear him growl, “This is my mouth! It belongs to me! I better never find it on some other guy’s cock, is that clear?”

He releases you as you gasp for air. He jerks your head up using your hair to stare into your eyes. You nodded to respond to his question and he continues thrusting is cock in your mouth. You have tears streaming down your face and you feel him wipe away your tears with his fingers.

You can taste pre-cum from Jungkook’s cock and you knew he was going to cum soon. You were surprised it’s taking him this long. He rams his cock hard in your mouth one more time then holds you still as you felt his hot fluid slide down your throat. He uses one of his hands to stroke his cock to make sure you receive every last drop.

“That’s my good girl, swallow it all!” Jungkook grunts. When he was sure every drop sank down your throat he releases your hair. You take a deep breath, pant softly and as you lay your head on the bed. He wipes away any remaining tears and hair that is on your face. Your ass still stings from the spankings and your pussy stings from the spankings and the brutal fucking Daddy had given you. Your mouth is sore from daddy using it roughly and your exhausted.