it all perfectly fell into place

Eight of the strongest female characters

1. She was so strong that our hero, who had always admired her strength, was moved by her murder to find within himself the power to finally defeat the Platinum Wraith.

2. Her physical awesomeness was such that armour would have only hampered her. Since she had solemnly sworn to uphold the rule of law and that included the part on public decency, she always made sure to wear at least a bra and some shorts, even though she could probably have beaten that spider god first time if it hadn’t been for the sticking-in underwire.

3. She was so strong that her only weakness was love. And also generosity. And wistfulness, that was also her only weakness. And maybe anger. But apart from feelings, she was totally as strong as all the other strong people.

4. Actually her strength was feelings. But in a science way. Through the brilliant alchemy of her brain, she was able to show that Einstein’s equations solved perfectly for all quantum universes if corrected for the force of love. And goodness me, wasn’t it fortunate that she found her own capacity for love just as her planet fell towards the black hole?

5. She could punch through a brick wall, leap over a canyon and stink out a hyena den. Unable to secure an advertising contract, she had to fall back on stress-testing superhero armour in a factory to pay the bills.

6. Her strength came entirely from within; from that deep, secret, mysterious and kind of moist place inside her where the moon’s pallid magic weaves its unknowable mystery.

7. She was definitely the strongest at sass and at least in the top ten at flirting. Some of the younger members of the team suspected that she might not have any real hero powers at all, but every time the issue came up she would fire off approximately a mega-bant of sass, leaving them disarmed and gasping.

8. Everyone agreed that she was as strong as ten women; so strong, in fact, that there was no need to even have the other nine women in the team, which was absolutely great, you’ve no idea how helpful that is, because there are only eleven seats on the hero bus and the others have already been promised to men and have you seen the prices of new buses these days?

Heat Wave (requested)

Asshole is a term of endearment.


Anon, you’re in for an adventure….

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, feat Taehyung

Word count: 4,814

Genre: Fluff, Angst, HighSchool!AU

Content/warnings: I hope you don’t mind a bit of swearing. Other than that it’s quite tame. Kind of crack-y

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I’m terrible at requests. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing them, they just don’t come as naturally as stories I come up with myself. I assume you wanted the reader to end up with Jungkook? I hope this is okay enough for you 😬

It’s hot as fuck outside.

By the time you get up the steps to homeroom, you’re drenched in sweat. The air conditioner seems to be broken once again, and opening the windows just lets in more stifling heat. You’re glad that the school uniform is a skirt and not pants like the boys have to wear. If you had to wear pants in this weather, you would probably jump off the roof. Still, your standard issue white button down is suffocating, and you try to undo as many of the buttons as you can without getting in trouble.

As you settle into your desk, more students come in, sweaty and panting. Your classroom is on the fourth floor, and on days like these, you wished the elevators were available for student use. But alas, they’re for staff only.

The bell rings, signaling the beginning of the school day. The teacher has just begun the morning announcements when the door crashes open, and in walk Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung.

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She’s Perfect

Originally posted by anatheowl

Request from Anon : Hi I was wondering if you could write something about a Metamorphi magi! reader x Newt? They meet for the first time at Tina’s and Queenie’s apartment and the reader finds Newt attractive and her hair changes red (its normally brown) and Newt wonders what the color means.

Word Count : 2823

Part 1 : You’re Different
Part 2 : She’s Beautiful

A/N : I’m alive! Haha I’m so sorry about the delay guys, I hope you like it! 
Something to keep  in mind though, I switch between POVs a little bit in here, it’s mainly Newt with a sprinkle of Y/N. 
Oh and if you’re wondering why her hair keeps changing different colors, I thought I’d use the color to represent how she’s feeling/thinking so here’s a little cheat sheet : 
Auburn Brown - Newt (LOL)
Grey - confusion
Blonde - caution
Red - love

Newt looked back at his friends utterly confused and slightly hurt about what just happened. Jacob equally as confused as Newt, he was having a nice conversation with Y/N when the mood turned sour. Maybe he was talking about himself too much.

Queenie placed a hand on his knee and gave him a reassuring smile. “It wasn’t you, honey.”

“Then what was?” Newt looked at her with determination in his eyes. He wanted to set this right but he needed to know what he’d be apologizing for first. He turned to Queenie because he knew that she’d have the answers to his dilemma. Being a legilimens, she must have heard Y/N’s thoughts. “Please…I need to know.”

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The Wedding Planner (Part 2)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Author’s Note: at last! part 2 of this series. thank you all so much for all the positive feedback I’ve been receiving, it means the world to me. I’ve had to re-post this a couple of times because it seems as if Tumblr is just preventing me from uploading new things I guess. Hope you like!

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One Last Time

Title: One Last Time
Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Word Count: 2k
Sad moments, swearing, angst-y af, and some smut for y’all nasties
A/N: I decided to write this to join in on @rememberstilinski‘s Lacrosse Week. I hope it’s good. I wanted to dive deep into backstory and detail so let me know what you think and if you guys wanna see more fics with this format.

Originally posted by deathcabjenny

It was your first day at Beacon Hills High School. Your parents decided to pack up and move before your Junior year started meaning saying goodbye to all your already high school friends and dreading making new ones. The school near your new house didn’t seem to be too bad and was very into a sport called Lacrosse. You’ve never heard of it but when the first game came around, you decided to go to try and meet some players and fellow students. 

On the night of the game, you asked your parents for a ride to school so you could watch the game. They gladly agreed thinking that you had a ton of friends you were meeting up with. You didn’t want to burst their bubble so you went along with it the entire ride to campus. 

The game had just started when you got to the bleachers to find a seat. There was a small spot open near the bottom and you took it, not wanting to be stuck up too high with no view of the game or the players. The crowd began to cheer on certain player numbers as the game started. You just kind of awkwardly sat there, trying to go unnoticed. It was a pretty easy game to understand and you weren’t against liking it. 

Soon enough there was a few moments left in the game and you noticed a certainly incredible player running past every person and making the winning shot at the last second. You were impressed but also very tired. You lightly yawned as everyone in the bleachers scatters towards the players. You look around and decide to head out to the parking lot, while you wait for you parents to get you. 

“The stars look really beautiful tonight.” A voice says behind you causing you to whip your head to see where it came from. A boy with ruffled hair and deep brown eyes who seemed about your age stood there, gazing up at the stars. 

“Y-yeah, they are.” You glance up as you reply but quickly look back at the parking lot, searching for our parents’ car. 

“I’m Stiles. Or 24 as my jersey states.” He chuckled awkwardly which comforted you a bit knowing he was just as nervous to talk to you as you were him. 


“Yeah, yeah, I think I have you in my English class.” He remembered. 

You simply nodded before noticing your parents has pulled into the parking lot. You and Stiles said your goodbyes and promised to sit together at lunch on Monday. 

After a few months of being friends with Stiles, he asked you if you wanted to come over to his house while his dad was at work for a movie night. It was basically a date and you honestly were very excited for it.

You walked the few blocks from your house to Stiles’. You knocked on the door and within seconds, Stiles opened it up with a huge grin on his face. He lead you upstairs to his bedroom where you noticed he already had some snacks prepared and a movie ready to play on his laptop. 

You blushed at how much trouble he went to make this first date fun and comfortable for you. 

“I picked Star Wars but if you don’t want to watch it, we can find something else.” He rambled, obviously nervous.

“It’s perfect.” You smiled which calmed him down almost instantly. 

He crawled onto the bed and patted the spot next to him where you eagerly crawled to as he propped the laptop on a small table over his legs, angled to where both of you had a clear view of the screen. The movie started and while Stiles was glued to the screen you were focused on Stiles himself. His eyes lit up watching the movie and you adored it. Your eyes fell to his lips and all you wanted to do was kiss him but for all you knew, this could’ve just been another friendly movie night to him. 

Once the end credits began, he closed the laptop and place the table on the ground before turning in your direction to see you asleep. He laughed but then just stared at how your lips pouted in your sleep and how perfectly your hair fell around and on your face. He poked your cheek, waking you up. 

“Hmm?” You squinted your eyes and looked around, realizing you were still at Stiles’. “Oh, shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to fall aslee-” Stiles cut you off quickly by crashing his lips into yours and you didn’t hesitate to follow the movements of his mouth. You both pulled away with your eyes still shut, taking in the bliss of each others’ taste. 

“I’ve honestly wanted to do that for so long.” He whispered against your lips. 

“Then do it again.” You gripped his bottom lip between your teeth, earning a deep groan from him.

He rolled over on top of you and kissed you harder than before. There was more need than love in this kiss and you didn’t mind it one bit.

Finally, graduation was approaching and your relationship with Stiles hit a hard bump in the road. He had decided to go to college in the East while you wanted to go North. The state universities you both were going to attend were practically across the map from each other. You could never do a long-distance relationship and neither could Stiles. You both were too physical and clingy for it to ever work out. You were going to be moving to a new state right after you graduated but Stiles wanted you to stay until the end of summer, right before classes would start but you were too eager to get out of your parents house. 

“Y/N, will you please reconsider staying a bit longer? I just want a few more months with you.” He pleaded.

“Stiles, I already put down a payment on an apartment out there. I’m due to move in within two weeks. If I don’t, I’ll lose the room.”

“I know…I just don’t want to let you go yet.” His voice rose a bit. 

“You think I want to say goodbye to you? Do you actually think this is any easier for me for to say goodbye to my best friend and boyfriend?” 

“Well you seem so fucking eager to leave me and everyone behind to start a new life across the country. We haven’t even had sex in a few months due to you planning your move and figuring out everything while I’ve been here just wanting to have as many last moments with you as I can before you say fuck it and leave me forever.” He practically yelled.

“You’re an asshole, Mieczyslaw.” Your voice cracked before you turned to walk towards your car and drove home. You thanked God that your parents were home to ask you a million questions so you ran up into your room and slammed the door shut. Tears were unstoppable as they gushed down you cheeks while you gathered up all of Stiles’ stuff. As you were throwing old t-shirts and gifts into a box, you found an his backup lacrosse jersey that he gave to you a while back. You froze before taking off your top and putting on the oversize jersey. Your heart dropped as you remembered the day that he let you have this.

You shivered in his car as he drove you home from the town carnival. Stiles soon enough noticed the goosebumps on your arms.

“You cold, baby?” He asked softly.

“A little. But I’m fine, really.” You lightly smiled at him. Before you could object he reached around his seat and grabbed a lacrosse jersey, handing it to you. 

“Stiles, I said I’m fine.”

“No buts. Take it. I can tell your about to become a popsicle.”

You happily accepted the jersey and slid it onto your torso. It was warm and smelt of Stiles cheap cologne. As he reached your house, you went to pull off the jersey but Stiles quickly stopped you.

“Keep it. Wear it to bed so it feels like I’m there with you, keeping you warm.” He leaned over the console and kissed you before you got out of the car and went inside.

A knock on the door pulled you out of your mind. 

“Go away.” You shouted but the door still opened. You looked up expecting your mom or dad but it was Stiles who stood in the doorway, tears filled his eyes as he looked at your body, noticing you were wearing his jersey.

“Your parents let me in.” His voice gravelly from crying.

“I don’t want to talk to you, Stiles.”

“Then just listen. I know that you’re leaving and I have to accept that. I know that long distance isn’t going to work for us but I love you with all my heart, Y/N.” He sat down next to you and took your hand in his. “Graduation is next week and you’ll be gone the day after but I was just hoping for one last time. One last kiss. One last touch. One last taste before you go.” 

You didn’t respond, only leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss. Soon enough, he kiss deepened and Stiles crawled on top of you, pushing you down on the bed. Your hands found his gelled hair and gently pulled on his causing Stiles to moan into the kiss. One hand held him above you but he decided to glide the other down your body until he reached your shorts. He fumbled with the buttons a bit before undoing them and wiggling his hand inside but still outside your panties. Your breathing hitched as he pushed his digits onto your clit, rubbing slow circles. You pulled away from the kiss and threw your head back. Stiles attached his lips to your neck, sucking and biting at the skin. He pulled his hand out and kneeled up, undoing his own jeans. His erection was straining in his briefs but you decided to tease him more. You pushed him down onto his back and straddled him. He smirked, loving when you took control. You ground yourself against him, earning a deep moan. 

“Shh, we gotta be quiet. My parents are downstairs, remember.” You whispered next to his ear. 

You got off of him for a quick second to take off your shorts before crawling back on top of him. You reached into his briefs and pulled out his erection, stroking it painfully slow. 

“Y/N…fuck, please don’t tease me. I need to feel you.” He whimpered.

You rose up on your knees, pushing your panties to the side and aligning him with your entrance. You slid down on top of him while you bit your lip, suppressing moans as best you could. His hands gripped your hips as you began to rock on top of him. You slid the jersey above you chest, giving his access to your breasts. He kept one hand on your hips, helping you find a good rhythm while the other gripped your tits, kneading them hard. He thrusted upwards, meeting you half way to help get deeper inside you. 

“God, Y/N, you feel so good.” He grunted.

“Stiles, I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Me too, baby. Just let go.” 

Just like that, you were clenching around his and your legs were shaking. He lifted you off of him and wrapped his hand around himself, finishing on both of your guys’ stomachs. You both were panting messes. Stiles reached behind your bed frame and pulled out a towel before wiping up the mess he made on the both of you.

“Good thing you didn’t move this.” He chuckled. You slid your shirt down as you got up and pulled you shorts back on while Stiles tucked himself back in his pants, re-buttoning them.

Once you were both dressed again, you crawled into his arms and just laid there for a while. You looked up at him and kissed his cheek.

“I love you, Mieczyslaw.”

“I love you more, Y/N.”

Simple Man

I’ve had a serious thirst for some Daddy!Bones here as of late. So I wrote this real quick in order to help pacify it. I think I just ended up making it worse! Ah, well! Everyone gets to suffer with me now! Enjoy :D

1,096 word(s) of fluffy daddy Bones. Leonard x Reader

Tags: @imoutofmyvulcanmind @yourtropegirl @bkwrm523 @arrowsshootyouforwards @starmission @fanscribbling @outside-the-government @captainjimsexypantskirk @imagineangryspacegrump @hellhoundsandunicorns  @malindacath @kaitymccoy123  @feelmyroarrrr  @kilismaiden @trekken81 

You and Leonard just had a beautiful baby boy a few days ago. You were both nervous about it, but you shouldn’t have been. As soon as the baby was born it all seemed to click into place. Leonard fell into the loving father and doting husband role perfectly. He did things for your son without question or complaint, and took care of everything you needed while you recovered, nearly running himself ragged trying to do everything so you wouldn’t have to.

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Drabble: Hansung and Y/N

For @mymisst 🌺 I hope this is as good as you expected 💓

You could see Hansung from a distance in the court yard talking with Yeo Wool, showing him his best fighting stance; making a fool of himself. You couldn’t help but laugh at him as he continued. He soon spotted you, leaving Yeo Wool standing on his own looking dazed as he ran towards you. You stumbled back as he embraced you, both of you laughing with a grin from ear to ear.

“Y/N! Ah I’m so happy you’re here!” Hansung was completely overwhelmed to find you in the court yard when he assumed you’d have better people to visit like Sun Woo or Ban Ryu.

“Of course I’m here, I haven’t got any jobs to do at Hwarang House today.” You laughed, observing the huge smile that crept onto Hansung’s face the moment you arrived.

“We have to do something today! You never get any free time, I’m going to show you how great it is to be a Hwarang!” His enthusiasm was almost over powering, you couldn’t help but try to match his excitement.

“Teach me how to ride a horse.” You asked, the large smile on your face still remaining.

“Really?? Y/N this is so exciting!!” He jumped up and down on the spot, embracing you in a hug as he did so.

“Hansung calm down.” You giggled, holding his arm and bringing it down to his side to try and calm his excitedness.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, it’s just we never get any chance to see each other apart from on days like today. These days are my favourite days.” He smiled, settling down.

“I’ll make it my job to get more days like today where we can go on adventures, okay?” You asked, meeting his eyes. You both smiled as Hansung nodding his head.

“Come on, follow me to the palace and we can get the horses and ride down to the nice forest, the one with the lake! Last one to the palace has to clean the stables when we get back!” He announced before running east towards the palace, leaving you flustered and hurriedly chasing after him.

It was Hansung who arrived at the stables first, not a surprise to either of you. You laughed, out of breath, as Hansung opened the gate to where his horse was. “Meet Dong Yul, my personal favourite horse!” He ran into the training ground, grabbing his horse by it’s reins and pulling it along with him. You followed after him, stroking the chalk white mane and soft chestnut fur.

“Dong Yul is such a beautiful horse” you spoke, staring into the horses beautiful eyes, “is he yours?” “Yes, I’m very proud to say he’s my horse, he’s one of the most beautiful here.” Hansung responded, walking back into the stable to get another horse. When he returned with another horse, he saw how enticed you were with Dong Yul, stroking his soft fur and brushing your hands over his head.

“You can have Dong Yul today, I’ll take this horse.” Hansung spoke as he walked in with a pale grey horse with a jet black mane.

“Really? Are you sure? Dong Yul is your horse, not mine.”

“I’m sure, don’t worry! You two seem to have a really strong bond.” Hansung reassured you and you smiled politely back, bowing your head.

“Careful now, just step up onto the saddle.” He held your arm tightly as you attempted to get up onto the horse for the third time.

“Y/N there’s nothing to worry about, I’ve got you!” But you fell down again. This time, Hansung couldn’t hold back his laughs.

“Hansung his isn’t funny you should be helping me!” You exclaimed, standing back up off the hard ground.

“Okay okay, try getting on it again.” He said, helping you brush a mixture of sand and mud off your hanbok.

You took a deep breath and stepped up onto the horse again, trying hard to keep your balance, and sat yourself down on the saddle.

“Y/N you did it!!” Hansung cheered, applauding you, the grin on his face growing even wider.

“Now stay there while I go and grab our picnic bag.” You held firmly onto the reins firmly as Hansung left the stables, only briefly to grab some food he managed to sneak from the Hwarang’s when they were eating.

Out of no where, the horse bucked wildly. You yelped and kept your grip on the reins tight as the horse began to run all round the stable at a speed faster than you thought it could go at. It began heading for the stable doors, the ones Hansung had left only minutes ago. You called out for Hansung once you were in the courtyard again, but you could only see other Hwarang’s looking startled as the Dong Yul wouldn’t stop running no matter how hard you tried to slow him down. Suddenly, the horse bucked for the second time, this time not giving you enough warning to grip the reins as you felt yourself falling back, and no one was there to stop you.

“Y/N!” You heard Hansung call out to you and before you knew what was happening you, you were in his arms.

You panted, out of breath from the panic and on the verge of tears. You wrapped your shaking arms around his neck and whimpered into his neck, still trying to calm yourself.

He slowly settled you on the small grassy area nearby along with himself.

“You’re okay now, you’re safe.” He rubbed his large hands across the back of your head, trying to reassure you that you were safe and out of harms way.

“I thought I was going to die.” You muttered shakily. “I’m here now Y/N, I’m not going to let anything happen to you ever again, I’m so sorry for putting you in danger, this is all my fault.” Hansung rambled, close to fretting.

“Don’t feel bad Hansung, please. I don’t blame you for anything, it was m-” before you could finish your sentence, you noticed his plump lips pressing against yours, moulding perfectly. Hansung placed his hands on your cheeks, catching the small tears that still fell from your glazed eyes. Euphoria filled both your bodies, a true connection being formed. Hansung pulled away breathlessly, hands remaining on your tear stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry I put you in danger Y/N, I love you.” He muttered, staring deep into your eyes. This was a different to the giggly Hansung you knew, this was lovestruck Hansung, but you knew every word he spoke was true.

“I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders again and pulled him into a hug, smiling into his neck.

This was where you wanted to be; in Hansung’s arms.

Originally posted by sugaa

The Dorks Go to Prom! (Kuroo x Reader) (Prom!AU)

Universe: Prom

Character: Kuroo Tetsurou


Originally posted by tetsuruo

As soon as Kuroo stepped out of the dressing room, all eyes fell on him. He caught his reflection in a nearby mirror, and he moved closer to get a better look.

The suit was perfectly cut to accommodate his figure, every inch and every size falling in place just as he had intended them to be. Kuroo pulled at his collar, adjusting it so he could be even more comfortable.

He imagined that reflection of him to be the exact same vision of him during prom. A small smile crossed his face as he imagined her fixing his tie, pinning on his boutonniere, and beaming at him as if he was the only thing that ever mattered to her.

Now, if he could just deal with his hair…

“Forget it.”

Kuroo turned around, looking pointedly at his three companions. Akaashi was lounging on the couch, eyebrows slightly raised as he nodded in approval of Kuroo’s attire. Kenma devoted a good five seconds to observe Kuroo before returning to his phone. Bokuto, who had spoken up, was sitting beside Akaashi and running his hand through his hair.

“What did you say?”

“I said, forget it man,” Bokuto said, pouting a little. “There’s no way you’re looking like that at prom. Hell, even I would want to sleep with you.”

“Is it that bad?” Kuroo turned his attention back to his reflection.

“Don’t listen to him, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi said. “It looks good on you.”

“Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo replied. “Though, if I could only find a good tie…”

“What?” Bokuto raised an eyebrow. “I thought you already bought one?”

“Nah. I’ve been having trouble picking one out,” Kuroo admitted. “Seriously. I shouldn’t be taking more than three weeks to buy a damn tie.”


Kenma’s quiet voice rang out. Kuroo hadn’t noticed that his best friend had gone over to where the ties were being displayed, and was now holding one in his hands.

“Kenma…” Kuroo said, as Kenma came closer, and began putting the tie around Kuroo’s neck. “Why’d you get this?”

“Trust me,” Kenma replied, pulling off a perfect Windsor knot and arranging it carefully so that it fell in the middle of Kuroo’s suit. “You’ll thank me later.”

As soon as Kenma stepped away, Kuroo looked once more at his reflection in the mirror. He smiled, satisfied with the results.

“Y/N’s going to fall head over heels for you, bro,” Bokuto grinned.

“Oh, so she hasn’t, yet?” Kuroo replied cockily, heading to the dressing room to change.

“I’m just saying,” Bokuto said. “Guys like you taking girls like her to prom…she’ll love that. Trust me.”

“Bokuto-san, your prom date rejected you three times before she said yes.”

“Akaashi! You promised you wouldn’t tell! Actually, how does that connect with what I just said?!”


“…and we’re done!” Mrs. L/N placed the last curl over Y/N’s shoulder. “Oh, darling. You look so beautiful.”

Y/N stood up, and caught her own reflection in the mirror. Her mother had pulled the first layer of her hair into an elegant bun, and curled the rest, letting them fall over her shoulders. Her dress wasn’t as flashy as the designs that her classmates were more than eager to share with the entire school, but she wasn’t too fond of going all out, even during prom night.

She wore an emerald green dress, with off-the-shoulder short sleeves. The dress fit snugly around her waist with a black satin belt, and stopped just at her knees. The dress had black accents, too, a last-minute addition thanks to Kenma’s little comment about how Kuroo was buying a jet-black suit.

Y/N exhaled slowly, reaching up to rub in her foundation even more. The nerves were starting to come in, rattling her entire being.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Y/N put on a smile and turned to face her mother. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m just…nervous, that’s all.”

“For prom? Or about your prom date?”

Y/N’s cheeks burned scarlet at that, and Mrs. L/N laughed. “Goodness, Y/N. You two have been dating for so long, and you still get flustered whenever somebody talks about you or him. That’s so adorable!”

Y/N wrinkled her nose. “C’mon, Mom, it’s nothing like that—“

“Don’t worry, darling.” Mrs. L/N gave her a small kiss on her nose. “You look gorgeous. And if Kuroo thinks otherwise, come find me, and we can discuss where we can hide the body.”

Y/N giggled, and felt a lot more relaxed. Mrs. L/N reached for the box on her dresser, and handed it to Y/N along with her clutch.

At that moment, the doorbell rang downstairs. Y/N gasped, and immediately reached for her mother’s hands. They listened intently as the door opened, and the voices in the living room could be heard all the way to her room.

“Oh, Kuroo,” Mr. Y/N said.

“Good evening, sir,” Kuroo replied. Y/N giggled at the hint of nervousness in his tone—he’d always complained that her dad scared the living hell out of him.

“Good evening to you too. Come on in, she’ll be down in a minute.”

As soon as the door closed, Mrs. L/N turned to Y/N. “It’s now or never, sweetheart.”


“Deep breaths. You look absolutely stunning.”

Y/N took a deep breath, before drawing herself up to her full height, and slipping on her silver stilettos.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s go.”

The walk downstairs was torturous. Y/N couldn’t hear anything except for the blood roaring in her ears, and the rattling breaths that escaped her lips.

What are you so nervous about? she thought. This is Kuroo. This is dorky, kind-of-an-asshole, nerdy Tetsurou. You’ve been dating for months. You know how he looks like.

But even that thought couldn’t prepare her for what she would be seeing as she caught a glimpse of him.

At the sound of her heels thumping lightly against the steps, Kuroo’s head snapped up, and his hands nearly flew to his hair out of habit. Instead, he used them to straighten his suit jacket, and he cleared his throat.

He opened his mouth to greet her…and suddenly, the words got stuck on his tongue.

Y/N shyly descended, looking every bit regal in her emerald green dress. His heart swelled to see the black accents in the fabric, which matched his suit.

When she looked up at him and gave him a small smile, he felt as if his heart would right then and there jump out of its cage. Kuroo had to reach up and loosen the tie around his neck…when the movement caught Y/N’s eye.

She was staring at his tie with an odd-sort of smile, and he looked down at where she was staring. The tie that Kenma had picked out…was emerald green, completely matching her dress.

Kuroo cleared his throat. “So, um…did…”

“Kenma?” Y/N said, laughing slightly. “Yeah. He saw my dress, and told me to match your suit.”

“And he gave me the tie to match your dress,” Kuroo said, laughing in disbelief. “Ah, man. I’m gonna have to find him a date for next year.”

Y/N handed him the box, and he opened it to see the matching boutonniere and corsage. He smiled at her as he motioned for her to come closer, pulling out the corsage and placing the box on the table.

“Wait!” Mrs. L/N came squealing into the room, holding up her phone. “Let me take pictures.”

Y/N bit back a smile as she began to blush. “Mom—“

“Go on, sweetheart. Pretend I’m not here.”

Kuroo laughed quietly, before slipping the corsage around Y/N’s wrist. In return, Y/N pinned the boutonniere on his suit, patting it down careful and fixing his tie.

Out of habit, Y/N reached up to attempt to tame Kuroo’s hair, only to find it slicked back.

“You fixed your hair,” she marveled, and he smirked in response. “How did you do it?”

“With great difficulty,” he replied, and Y/N laughed.

“Oh, you two look so cute! Smile!”

Y/N sighed at her mother’s eagerness, but laced an arm through Kuroo’s anyway. His other hand found hers, and gave it a gentle squeeze as Mrs. L/N took the picture.

“I think we should go,” Kuroo said, checking his watch. “It’s a ten-minute drive, but I suppose you don’t want to be late, Y/N?”

“I wouldn’t,” Y/N agreed. “Okay, let’s go.”

“I want her home by 12, Kuroo,” Mr. Y/N suddenly chimed from his spot on the couch.

Kuroo flinched, and Y/N snorted in laughter, hiding it behind her hand. “Yes, sir.”

Then, with Y/N’s arm still in his, Kuroo led her out of the house, with her mother squealing behind them.

As soon as Kuroo helped her into his car, he let out a sigh, visibly relaxing as he got into the driver’s seat. Y/N had to smile at her boyfriend—at least someone was obviously more nervous than she was.

“Kuroo,” she said, placing her hand gently over his own.

“Huh?” Kuroo said, a little too quickly, as he started the car. “We’ll get there in time, I promise—“


“—and I’ll have you home by 12, don’t you worry babe—“


“Did I blow it back there? I thought I could handle it, I thought I was cool—“

Y/N grabbed his chin, and pulled him into a kiss to stop his rambling. Sure enough, Kuroo shut up.

“Calm down,” Y/N said, as soon as they pulled away. “You look so handsome. I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier.”

“And you look absolutely gorgeous,” Kuroo whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Kuroo pressed his lips against hers again, smiling as he pulled away.

“You know, if I get nervous again, do I get another kiss?”

“Don’t push it, Tetsurou.”

truce | alfie solomons/shelby!reader

@collecting-stories let’s talk about our feelings, everyone, and eat ice cream


A grunt came from across the room.




He sighed this time but gave no other reply besides a harsher scratch against the paper.


“What? What do you want, woman?”

“Ok first, don’t refer to me as woman” you rolled onto your side to stare him down from where he was sat at the desk, scowling at you over his glasses, “and second, I’m bored”.

“I’m working”

“Yes, I know, you’ve been at it for hours now. When are we going to have some fun?”

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A Sign

Destiel soulmate AU. Enjoy!

He should have known.

Cas wasn’t born human. That never meant he wasn’t going to get a soulmate tattoo.

Dean really should have known.

But nope, as the stupid son of a bitch that he is, he just assumed Cas would be – would be –

His, dammit. He assumed Cas would be his.

It would fit so well, wouldn’t it? The freak who was born without a soulmate tattoo and the ex-angel who was never born period. But no, things don’t work like that, because Dean is a jerk who doesn’t deserve more than Cas already gave up for him and Sam anyway.

It’s a normal day for them when he spots Cas’ tattoo forming. They have just killed a werewolf who was munching on a small town in California; Cas got tossed around a bit but is fine (Dean checked) and is now busy changing into clean clothes.

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How could I be sure?

Hi guys! 

This is sort of a Part3 to the Cheating Series however it can still be read as a stand alone too. If you want to read them first, you can find them on my blog.
As promised, this has two endings. The four little stars indicate ending Nr. 1, anyone who wanted a different ending can then just keep reading. 

Warnings: It indicates some dirty bits.

Gif isn’t mine but I love it so much :D 

My mouth had found the skin of his neck as I’d leaned forward, settling my lips against it so I could kiss him there. Harry’s entire body had gone rigid and he’d responded by wrapping his arms around me tighter, making me giggle into his neck. My legs had been locked around his waist and I’d forced him down lower so his crotch was on the same level as mine, leaving us both with an excited feeling in our stomachs. My hands had wound into his lovely hair and I’d enjoyed the softness of his strands. He’d groaned when I’d scraped his scalp.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he’d moaned against my jaw.

I’d laughed again and nodded, pressing myself against his chest some more. I had let my lips trail down and to his collarbones, suckling and biting softly. “What can I say? I missed you badly.”

“Was only gone for a few hours, sweetheart,” Harry had hummed lowly and he’d pulled away from me long enough to take of his shirt.

“Still too much,” I’d whined, my arms already open to welcome him back into them, “want you with me all the time.”

I’d grinned proudly when I’d noticed the love bite I’d left on his neck and Harry’s chest had rumbled in a low chuckle. It hadn’t been something I did often, leaving marks on him. But I’d strangely found a liking of it recently.
His fingers had then reached up and gently caressed my cheek and the green of his eyes had been full of sparkles and shone warmly. Harry’s cheeks had been a light shade of pink and his breathing had been faster than normally. He’d looked so happy.

“You know I’m yours,” Harry had whispered, looking at me intensively, “S'never gonna change.”

“I’m yours, too,” I’d promised, reaching up my own hand do stroke his jaw, “It couldn’t be any different.”

A hum had left his beautiful lips and he’d leaned in, pressing his now naked chest to mine and coming closer so he could kiss my lips. My heart could have burst of happiness, the feeling of his lips driving me crazy. Harry had felt like home as he’d allowed me to cuddle into him. I had been home. I’d loved the man hovering above me so deeply, especially in moments like this where we could just enjoy each other fully.

That all had happened so long ago, when really I’d believed it wouldn’t ever stop.


“Is he going to be there?”

Kate glanced at me through the mirror as she fixed her hair for the third time, her eyes finding mine from where I sat on her bed. I peered up at her with guilt tugging at my heart, knowing she wouldn’t like me having asked that question. I was to never mention him again, she’d ordered me shortly after I’d broken up with Harry, he wasn’t worth my thoughts.
My fingers clenched and unclenched before I quickly brushed the sweat forming in my palms off on my tights, my heart beating wildly in my chest. It had been two months since I’d erased his number from my phone, three months since I’d last said his name and four since I’d seen him as he’d walked out of my life, after I’d told him that I couldn’t forgive him for sleeping with someone else. And still, there was no sign I was even close to moving on or getting over him. The mere thought of the possibility of seeing him tonight had me tingling with fear and a strange sense of excitement.

“I don’t know,” Kate admitted quietly, giving me a gentle smile. “But it’s possible. He gets on well with Joan and David and they’re coming for sure. They might bring him along.”

“Huh,” I hummed and nodded, my brows furrowing.

I wondered what he looked like. I’d seen him in the papers, of course, but he’d been all wrapped up in his hoodie and had worn sunglasses to cover his eyes. Though he’d honestly had had better days, he surely hadn’t seemed like he was miserable. Surely not as miserable as I was without him.
A dinner with friends was different though. He’d have to dress up a little and leave those stupid glasses, which were preventing me from seeing those eyes I missed so much, at home.

“Will you be alright?” Kate asks as she hooked in her earrings before turning to me, “If he’s there?”

Her tall and slender figure sat down in front of me and I quickly nodded, meaning it. Or at least, trying to mean it. Kate surprised me with her soft gestures and quiet words, as she sensed my my discomfort.

“We can always cancel, sweetie. No one would blame you as they’re all pissed at him since the truth about your break up came out.”

I whimpered at that, thinking back to the horrible moment when I’d walked past a magazine which’s cover said in big letters: Harry Styles cheating scandal - truth revealed.
After Harry and I had declared our break up to the public, there had been many stories flowing around, speculating as to what had happened and often painting me as the villain. In one article it said I wanted him to give up his solo career to be home more, in another one I supposedly hated his fans and wanted Harry to neglect them and in the last one I’d read, Harry had dumped me after finding out I’d spent thousands of his money on cloths and shoes. From there, I was too fed up with those lies and quit paying attention to them. It still hurt to know I was being insulted and talked bad about every day, but I tried to accept it.
However, Harry didn’t. Those rumors were put to a quick end once Harry had had his second TV appearance since ending our relationship. The interviewer hadn’t even pushed him on the subject, hadn’t mentioned my name or our relationship, and had only asked if Harry was doing alright. To this my ex-boyfriend had said:

“You know what? No. I’m not.”

And with that he’d told them everything. How he’d cheated on me, how I’d found out and that I was in no way to blame for our break up as it had understandably become too much to bare for me. Harry had stated how he regretted it all and that he wished it were different, but that he respected my decision and wished me the best. He also asked the media and his fans to leave me alone and to not harass me as the bad guy and paint him as the victim anymore. To my great surprise, as well as relief, they followed his request and left me alone. It was now Harry who got the nasty stuff and who was painted to be an asshole. I had to admit that it made me feel bad for him. All the negative publicity he got hurt his image, I knew that.

“No,” I protested, “We promised to go and they’re expecting us. He’s just my ex-boyfriend. I have to get over it eventually.”

Kate shrugged and slipped on her shoes. “I’d understand if you spat at him should he dare coming to dinner.”

I let out a giggle at her words and brushed my fingers through my hair one last time, fixing it a little before I got up to put on my shoes too. I wrapped my scarf around my head and put on the thick coat I’d brought along to Kate’s place, before quietly asking:

“You’re not too harsh to him, are you?”

“To Harry? Well, he does have to take a joke once in a while, but it isn’t too bad I think. They’re all still his friends, except for me.”

Kate pulled at her long hair so it fell perfectly and grinned at me, as if expecting my praise.

“That’s not quite fair,” I said quietly, “he cheated on me and not on you guys. You shouldn’t be punishing him as well.”

“I don’t see how you’re punishing him,” Kate said and motioned for me to follow her out of her bedroom, “as your friends we have taken it upon ourselves to defend your honor.”

I rolled my eyes at that and waited for her to find her keys.

“Also, stop justifying what he did, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve it.”

I didn’t argue, knowing she was right. Harry didn’t deserve my loyalty anymore, and neither did he need it. Though my heart still behaved silly whenever I thought about his beautiful eyes, my tummy turned when it occurred to me that he might as well have found comfort with his lover again. After all, he didn’t have me holding him back anymore and could do as he pleased.

I loved Harry. Him and I had been so connected with each other I’d even believed our hearts beat at the same rhythm. Looking at him had given me such a rush of relief and happiness, just stepping into our house to see him would have cheered my mood up and had instantly set me at ease. How hadn’t it been the same for him? Why had he needed someone other to fill an empty space I’d apparently left uncovered? I wondered if he was subconsciously relieved about us breaking up. Perhaps he just hadn’t had the courage to do it, but was glad he didn’t have to feel bad anymore. I’d given him the chance to devote himself to his lover completely and to be with her officially. Maybe, he loved her already anyway and had simply been too nice to tell me.

“Ready?” Kate asked and looked at me expectantly.

Ready to face the guy who broke your heart?

“Yes.” I quickly followed her out of her apartment and pulled the door shut behind me.


When Harry had kissed me, it was the kind of kiss that had my heart beating fast, my fingers shaking and a rush of dizziness flooding through my body until everything, even my toes, tingled.
I wondered if I’d ever find someone who could kiss me like that again.

My knee knocked against the leg of the table and I cursed under my breath before scooting further down the bench to where Kate sat already, chatting with her boyfriend. The atmosphere of the restaurant was relaxing and though I was still buzzing with worry, the presence of my friends began to slowly ease me.

My friend Graham chuckled as he’d seen my clumsy incident and I giggled before motioning him to scoot closer so he, too, sat on the bench beside me. Soon we’d successfully fit six people to sit around the table, leaving enough space for the four chairs, awaiting the guest who had yet to come. I really hoped Harry wouldn’t show up and that those chairs would be occupied by anyone other than him.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, Y/N,” Graham said after he’d settled down, “How have you been?”

“Quite good,” I replied quickly and was about to ask him what he’d been up to himself, when my eyes landed on a much too familiar figure that had appeared behind Graham in the doorway.

He was so beautiful still. It was silly to be surprised by it, but that’s exactly how I felt, even when I wasn’t supposed to think of him like that anymore. He stole my breath.
His soft brown hair was still short, but it stuck into every direction just as if he was trying to grow it out again, making him look all fluffy and disheveled. His strong upper body was dressed in an unusually simple, white shirt and his long legs were clad in tight black jeans. Everything about him was so familiar. My Harry. He looked so much like my Harry, even if he wasn’t that person anymore.

The reason I doubted that I’d ever find someone who could kiss me the way Harry had done, was because I’d seriously had my doubts about every falling in love again. Maybe I’d care for or like someone in the future and find someone who’d make me happy. But to find that toe-curling, all consuming love I felt for Harry again with someone else? It seemed impossible. Partly because I hadn’t let him go yet, even after everything that had happened.

The moment his green eyes found mine they widened and his pink lips parted in surprise. Harry hadn’t expected me to show up, I realized. It almost pleased me a little, knowing that I’d caught him off guard. Just as Kate had predicted, he had his friends Joan and David by his side, a couple I only knew briefly. I didn’t mind them, but I would have appreciated if they’d left their tag-along at home. Sensing my sudden discomfort, Graham turned his head and his entire torso tensed the moment he realized it was in fact Harry who’d showed up. He quickly turned to look at me.

“Will you be alright?”

“Sure,” I muttered and lowered my gaze. I could feel everyone’s attention shifting onto me. They all wanted to see how I’d react to his presence.

I didn’t want to see Harry, I couldn’t bare it. Though I’d told Kate that having dinner with him present would work out alright, I felt sick and as if I was going to cry. Who’s hands had given his hair this look? Had it been the same woman he’d allowed to pull at it or was it somebody new already?
My heart was beating so fast I believed I could hear it. The blood rushed through my veins and I prayed it wouldn’t show by flushed cheeks. I didn’t want Harry to know how uncomfortable he made me feel, it’d be like admitting he had won.

“Oh look who it is!”

My head shot up by the sound of Kate’s voice and I frowned upon noticing how she’d fixated her gaze on Harry. A challenging smile pulled at her mouth and I grimaced, knowing she’d jump to his throat if they were alone. Kate was “more” than me in a lot of ways. Prettier, older, more out going and much more self confident. I’d known that when she’d said “Harry has to take a joke once in a while”, it meant she taunted him whenever she got the chance.

“Kate, don’t,” I warned but she ignored me.

“Didn’t think you’d show up,” Kate continued, “you shouldn’t have.”

Harry was about reply when his eyes shot back to mine, nothing but guilt and regret evident in them. His mouth fell shut. I shuddered and lowered my gaze instantly, uncomfortable with him seeking my help. He didn’t deserve it and it angered me how he thought he did.

“Don’t look at her,” Kate growled angrily.

“Kate,” I begged, “leave it. Let us all just have a quiet dinner, okay?”
Finally she turned her attention to me before rolling her eyes, then she turned her attention back on her boyfriend Adam.

I dared to focus my gaze back on Harry and was both, relieved as well as sad about him not looking at me anymore. Harry visibly swallowed and his eyes lowered to the floor. I noticed a sudden rosiness on his cheeks as if he were embarrassed and I bit my bottom lip, guilt crawling up my throat. I didn’t want him to be humiliated in front of all the people he considered to be his friends. Though Harry had humiliated me as well, but at least it hadn’t happened in front of people.
David by his side clapped Harry on the shoulder and muttered something to him, before pulling out two chairs and motioning Harry to sit. He looked as if he was going to decline, obviously tensed and uncomfortable. But he didn’t and I scooted further back and to Graham, trying to take my mind off of my ex-boyfriend who took a seat opposite to me.
I was going to have dinner with the man who still haunted my dreams.

The rest of our group arrived and soon all the seats were taken, giving me a chance to hide in the crowd.

I couldn’t stop myself from peering at him every now and again. A sickening feeling rushed through me when I remembered how there had once been a time where we wouldn’t have ever sat this far apart from each other. We would have insisted on sitting close, holding hands and kissing sometimes, even when we annoyed the others by it. He didn’t look that different from the person he’d been back then and I even shuddered when I felt the familiarity, and at the same time, felt as if I had no idea who he was anymore. I didn’t recognize any of his clothing articles and my mouth went dry when I noticed outlines of a new tattoo peeking out from his neckline.

“Excuse me.”

Graham’s expression turned from a smile to one of concern but I shook my head and motioned for him to let me through so I could rush through the restaurant and to the back of it. I found the bathroom and quickly locked myself inside a cabin, just in time before any of the other girls present could see me cry. Soon sobs wrecked through my body and I shook my head.
What had I been thinking? That I would be able to look at him, without it stabbing me in the heart again and again? That I’d somehow forget what had happened?

I loved him. I truly loved Harry with every bit of me and I could hardly bare it.


“In here,” I sniffled, wiping my nose with some toilet paper.

Then I reached for the door and unlocked it, moments later Kate barged in.

“Oh sweetie,” she cooed upon seeing my tears.

Her hands found my cheeks to brush away the drops before she wrapped both arms around me to hug me close. The comforting gesture made me cry some more.

“We’re going home, okay? Adam said he wouldn’t mind driving us.”

I shook my head and brushed away the wetness still slipping from my eyes after untangling myself from her. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” Kate spoke calmly, “How could you be? Everyone will understand and know that-”

“That I can’t even be in the same room as him after four months! Kate that’s ridiculous and stupid!”

More tears slipped down my face and I faintly wondered how many times I’d cried in the last few months because of him. I’d lost count long ago.

“They’ll think I’m embarrassing. He should just be some guy to me by now and not have this fucking effect whenever he’s only as much as mentioned to me!”

“Who cares what they might think?”

Kate’s gentle eyes looked at me with such kindness it shut me up. Gone was any trace of the anger her face had held earlier and the only thing left was my friend who wanted nothing but to take care of me.

“I understand, Y/N. You loved him. That doesn’t just go away and despite what you think, no one expects you to be over it already.”

“I still do,” I whimpered quietly, “I love him so much my chest could burst.”

Kate nodded and brushed my hair from my forehead. “That’s fine.”

She smiled gently.

“You love him and that’s okay. We’re going to fix you up and then leave. You’re going to get your bag and say goodbye to the rest of the group and then we’re out of here. It has nothing to do with weakness, honey, but maybe you guys just need to stay separated some more.”

How surreal, I thought. Kate was right. Harry and I needed to be separated still. It felt so wrong to even think about it.

Still, I allowed Kate to pull me to a stand and make true to her promise by she drying my cheeks and brushing her fingers through my hair, fixing it as good as she could. Then she grabbed my hand and began to lead me confidently through the restaurant.

“Graham!” she called over the table, “Her bag, please.”

Graham hurried to hand it to Kate and I looked away, too embarrassed by feeling all of their eyes on me once again. My cheeks flushed and I was glad when Kate pulled my arm so I would follow her to the door and outside, escaping the awkwardness.


My body tensed when I heard his oh so familiar deep voice and my feet hurried to catch up with Kate who didn’t slow down.

“Y/N, wait!” he begged and my heart ached, “Please!”

Harry was fast and though he’d hesitated to run after me he managed to catch up quickly. My body went rigid when his warm fingers wrapped around my wrist and I gasped when he pulled me to face him, forcing me and Kate to a stand.
His green eyes were wide and he looked pale in the soft light provided by the street lamp. His hair was a mess and I whimpered when I noticed the swell of his eyelids, indicating that he’d cried only recently. So he really had tried to hide something by wearing the sunglasses each day he went out.

“Let me talk to her,” Harry spoke sternly and though the sentence had been directed at Kate, his eyes were only set on me. He locked his gaze with mine with such intensity as if he planned on never looking away again.

“No way-”

“Kate, I can deal with it. Give us a moment, okay?”

She glance at me as if I’d lost my mind, but I had only eyes for him. Harry. His closeness both, freaked me out and made me feel happier than I’d been in a while. My eyes were watering and my stomach fluttered, the entire situation becoming too much. Harry sighed in relief at my words and I saw something sparkle in his eyes. Hope, maybe? Kate let go of my hand and took a few steps back, giving us space but remaining close enough to jump in.

“Where’s Cici?” I asked, crossing my arms and swallowing down the lump in my throat.

Harry’s face fell instantly and all emotion I’d recognized as hope drained from his eyes. I raised my brows at him and bit down on my lip hard, keeping the tears back.

“She told me you haven’t been calling her lately. Said she misses you.”

Harry’s mouth fell open and he shook his head. “No, I- How do you..?”

“Know that? I had a chat with her!”

Anger settled in my veins as I thought back to my rather unpleasant shopping experience only a few months back. I’d noticed someone had been following me once I’d entered Sainsbury’s, but never had I expected it to be her. She’d stopped her cart next to mine and had grinned up at me in a way that still haunted me now, all white teeth and fake. She’d been pretty, beautiful even. With her full lips and hair as red as a flame, she fit much better to Harry’s side than I did and it made sense he’d slept with her when she offered herself to him.
Cici had laughed, before she went on to explain that she’d recognized me from seeing me on a picture Harry had kept as his phone lock screen.

“I knew you were pretty but not as much as you are in reality. You’re not very photogenic.”


“How’s Harry?” Cici had went on, “He hasn’t called me in a while and I miss him.”

She’d rolled her eyes and pulled up her perfectly plucked eyebrows, as if she hadn’t understood at all how he could have possibly gotten tired of her.

“Does his absence mean you finally found a way to please him then?”

Cici’s mouth had pulled into such an ugly smile then and she’d tried to lay a hand on my arm, before I had quickly pulled away.

“He likes it when you roll your hips whilst straddling him,” she’d advised me before I’d turned away with disgust.

That’s what I’d felt. Pure and raw disgust for what this woman was.

“She’s lovely,” I continued and tried to push away the memories, focusing back on the man standing before me.

Harry’s face was hard to read, all I could see was how deep in thought he was. I’d caught him off guard completely.

“Y/N,” Harry whispered and reached out as if to caress my face, but then he hesitated and let it fall back to his side.

“She let me be after informing me about how you were the biggest she’d ever had. You fucked her good, apparently. Does that please you, Harry? Knowing that?”

“No.” Harry’s head shook rapidly and his hands brushed away the few tears who slipped from his eyes.

It didn’t feel good to see him cry. It didn’t bring me any sense of victory or triumph over him. All it did was sadden me further. It saddened me, because from wanting to exchange nothing but words of love, we’d gone to this. Inflicting pain on the other as if in a constant battle of who could take more.

“It doesn’t make you happy, that the woman who was worth ruining our relationship over, thinks you were good at fucking her?”

“Stop saying that,” he whispered, “I haven’t seen her in months, Y/N. Not since you…”

“Oh, does it warm my heart to hear you stopped sleeping around with her after I found out about it!”

“You never used to be so cynical,” he observed quietly and I hissed at his words.

“Yeah, well, I suppose I changed too.”

He nodded and lowered his gaze, staring at his feet. His ringed fingers clenched by his side and I watched his tense shoulders slack even more.

“I love you.”

Air left my lungs and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I stared at him, unsure if I’d heard him right, though I knew I couldn’t have imagined it. The way he said it… the familiarity of the sound almost mocked me. How dared he being so unfair? He couldn’t say those words to me anymore, not when they didn’t mean anything to him.

“You don’t.”

He nodded before sniffling noisily. “Yes, I do. I never stopped.”

“If you loved me, truly and with all of your heart, then you wouldn’t have been able to touch her like that, Harry.”

My voice broke and for the first time I wished for Kate to back off even more. Her presence was starting to make me feel uncomfortable as I didn’t like for anyone to see just how far under my skin Harry was.

“I don’t know what possessed me, Y/N,” Harry confessed, “I cannot understand my actions when I look back. They make no sense.”

He was cold. I noticed how his skin was covered in goosebumps and I swallowed down the words shooting to my head, as I wanted to scold him for not wearing something a little warmer. It was almost a habit. I’d taken care of him for too long to now do anything else.

“I can’t be around you,” I whispered, suddenly aware of how he was still holding on to my arm. “You make me feel insane.”

He shook his head, the curls falling into his face. “We can fix this. We don’t have to end our relationship, Y/N.”


He shook his head, the green eyes now swimming in tears. His fingers shook and tightened on my wrist when I tried to pull away.

“Y/N, we can still safe each other, I promise! I’ll do-”

“No, Harry,” I cried and finally managed to pull myself free and taking a step back, “I don’t want your stupid promises that you know you can’t keep!”

Harry stared at me, his cheeks just as wet as my own. I stared back at him and for the first time, it felt like we were connecting again. The bond between us, pulling us together was still there and I had to take in a deep breath so I wouldn’t be dizzy. Bringing together all the courage I could fathom, I reached forward and touched both hands to his shoulders. He visibly relaxed under my touch and his own palms found my hips to settle on. I shrugged him off though once he tried to pull me against him and he instantly let go. His eyes sparkled and it hurt me to know what I had to do next. I’d craved his touch so badly, but selfishly I wished I wouldn’t have to see him from this close when I broke his heart.

“It was too late to safe us the moment you lay down in her arms, Harry,” I whispered.

His face grimaced and he let his head hang. I pulled away and gasped when I heard the faint sound of him whimper.

“I’m sorry,” I promised, my own voice breaking as I cried, “but It has to be this way.”


Harry’s Point of View

She just drove away. Her friend and the boyfriend just took her away from me, no hesitation. Nothing. They took my Y/N away without a second thought, as if it wasn’t like they’d ripped out my heart and left me stranded on the side of the road.
You brought this upon yourself, a quiet little voice spoke inside my head, everything that’s happened is because of you.
I knew that was true. I’d thrown away the love I’d known would be the only thing I’d ever need for the rest of my life, so easily and without even noticing it.
And yet, I still felt like I couldn’t let her go. All of this mess, it had been brought by me, I knew that well enough, but couldn’t that mean I could bring us back?

I’d meant it when I’d said that I wanted to safe our relationship. Y/N’s solution was to just run away, but who was to say that was the only solution there was?

I’d get her back. There was no life to build up when she wasn’t in it. Any other life wasn’t one I wanted to lead. Y/N had called all the shots so far and I couldn’t bare it anymore, not when her every move was to push me away. This couldn’t continue, I decided. She had to give me a chance. I couldn’t go on without having at least explained her just how deep my remorse went, as she had so far always interrupted me. Maybe if I could just remind her of how good we were together, she’d accept and give us another chance. I needed her to like I didn’t need anyone else.


A cab pulled up by my side and I quickly jumped into the backseat. I told the driver Y/N’s address and urged him to drive as fast as he could, promising even to pay extra.
When he finally pulled up on the curb of her street I almost jumped out of the vehicle. My feet hurried up the stairs before I hammered against the door with my closed fist. I must have looked like a maniac, still only dressed in a light shirt even though it was fucking freezing and I wondered what her neighbors thought. Once again she had me running after her and knocking on her door.

“Who is it?” my girl’s quiet voice spoke, strained and full of worry.

“I’m not giving you up,” I called, “Not again. Not ever.”

“Oh, for god’s sake, Harry.”

My heart squeezed painfully as I could clearly hear her cry. The door was pulled open and I pushed her aside so I could enter before she had time to refuse me. I wouldn’t ever let her refuse me without giving me chance again. Her rejection was something I’d experienced three times now and I was sure I wouldn’t survive a fourth time.
Y/N hadn’t changed her clothing yet and my head felt clouded by how cute and adorable as well as breathtakingly beautiful she looked. Even the tears straining her cheeks couldn’t change that.
Before I could think about it properly, I reached forward and took those soft cheeks into my hands.

“M'never gonna let go,” I swore, my eyes looking into her beautiful ones, then I connected my mouth to hers.

She whined, pressed her hands to my chest and I suppressed a gasp when her feet kicked my shin. I responded only by moving, one hand pushed the door shut and with the other I pushed at Y/N’s side, forcing her to stand up agains the wall. My lips still moved against hers and I could have rejoiced when I felt her kissing back, just when I was about to pull away. I craved nothing more in the world than her being close, but I wouldn’t have ever forced myself onto her if she showed so clearly that she didn’t want me to touch her.
But she kissed back. Her lovely hands freed themselves off my hold and found their way into my hair, fisting and pulling at the short roots.

“I’m growing it out,” I moaned against her mouth, “Know you liked it better when it was longer.”

Y/N only responded with a hum, equally eager to connect our lips as I was. She didn’t mind when I pressed her harder against the wall so she was trapped between it and my body. We kissed for so long I lost track of time, until she suddenly shook her head, forcing me to disconnect from her and her body began to jerk as she tried to pull away.

“No,” she whined, “let go.”

“Y/N,” I gasped and closed my eyes before obeying and pulling away.

I pushed myself off the wall and took a step back. I watched as she brushed her hand over her lips and my stomach dropped when I noticed how her lovely eyes began suddenly swam in tears.

“What are you doing? Haven’t you tortured me enough already?”

I shook my head. “I’m not trying to torture you, Y/N. Quite the opposite in fact.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked and crossed her arms over her chest.

My hands instantly found her wrists and I held onto them, giving in to the crave of touching her. From the moment I’d met her it had been hard not to reach for her whenever we were close.

“You love me,” I whispered and went on before she could deny it, “I see it in your eyes. I see how your breathing quickens when I’m near and I can feel myself being drawn to you. We’re it for each other Y/N and you fucking know it!”

She stared at me, her lips slightly apart.

“We can’t separate, my love,” I told her and squeezed her hands gently, “you’d kill us both if you force me to go.”

Y/N lowered her gaze and shook her head tiredly, “I can’t, Harry. You don’t understand. I don’t think I could ever trust you again.”

“I don’t expect you to blindly forgive me, Y/N,” I swore, my voice barely above a whisper as I feared I’d scare her away otherwise, “you can doubt me. And question me. Everyday for the rest of my life if that’s what it is. I love you and I’ll fight for you always. I will bare it as I deserve you to second guess my every move.”

“How can you want a life like that?” Y/N argued and weakly pulled at my hands, trying to free herself.

Yet she only did it lightly, as if she wasn’t sure if she really wanted me to let her go.

“Because I have never been as in love with someone as I am with you,” I promised.

Y/N’s lips fell apart and her watery eyes stared into mine. Her rosy cheeks tingled and could almost hear her heartbeat.

“I love you too,” she confessed so quietly I thought I’d missed it.

A smile pulled at my lips. Warmth spread through me and suddenly I felt as calm as I hadn’t in a long time.

It was all the encouragement I needed to lean in and kiss her once more, only this time I pressed my lips to her only gently, waiting to see how she’d react. My heart swelled when she reacted the way I’d hoped she would; Y/N leaned in and kissed me back with such intensity my breathing stopped. Her wonderful smell took over my senses and all of a sudden I was drowned in luck and happiness. She was here and she wasn’t pushing me away.

“I need you to devote yourself to me and only me,” I heard Y/N whisper against my cheek.

Her breathing came out rapidly and she whimpered when I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand.

“It’s only you,” I whispered before kissing her softly, “It will always, only be you. I am so sorry for what I did. But it will never happen again, I swear it.”

Y/N’s gently eyes met mine and my tummy danced when she smiled. I hadn’t seen her smile in much too long. Her hands clutched me close to her, fisting my shoulders and breathing me in by trailing her nose alone my jaw. My head leaned in to rest against hers and I sighed.

“It will be only us from now on.”

That’s it! Hope you all liked this little series. :) Feedback is always welcome. Requests are currently closed as I have some to catch up on. 

Rest of what I wrote can be found here:

Share the Crown (It’s Lighter That Way)


The term princess did not begin as a form of endearment towards Clarke. In fact, Bellamy first used it as an insult, a way to mock her back when the greatest thrill he got was fighting her. But she grew – they both did – and the name died almost as quickly as it started. Bellamy hadn’t used it in months on end, hadn’t even thought it in nearly as long.

           Then he said it. He asked Clarke – now his partner, his best friend – what was coming next, and he called her princess, without even realizing it. She gave him a look when he did, and he caught the slightest smirk when she replied, but otherwise she didn’t comment on it, then or after. Like it wasn’t a big deal.

           Which it wasn’t. Of course it wasn’t, it was just a word, just a nickname. Just a memory, of a burning bridge and Clarke’s wide eyes meeting his; just the realization of how much they had grown, and how different those two syllables felt on his tongue now than they had then. She was no longer the privileged princess who took charge over a world she didn’t know. She had become a queen in waiting, determined to protect her kingdom with every ounce of energy left in her body.

           And he loved her.

How they managed to lose Jaha within five minutes of stopping the rover, Bellamy couldn’t say. He also couldn’t say, however, that he minded. Even with the increased proximity he and Clarke had been granted as of late, Bellamy had missed her; missed just being with her.

           They deigned to wait a little while before looking before Jaha, since the rover was the safest guard they had until they reached home and searching for the old man would require going on foot. Together they sat on the hood of the rover (Bellamy still with his gun, just in case), looking at the trees in the dying light and the almost purplish glow they created. It was quiet—oddly so.

           “You hear that?” Bellamy said, sitting up straighter and pretending not to notice when his fingers brushed over Clarke’s. “No insects.”

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Missing Scenes Series

TV Show: Riverdale

Couple: Joaquin/Kevin

Rating: T

Summary: A new series focusing on filling in some of the missing scenes in Joaquin/Kevin’s relationship. Behind the cut, you’ll find Episode 4.

Please like or reblog if you enjoyed. Thanks so much!

                                              Chapter 1: Episode 4

   The movie was slightly better than Kevin expected. Not by much, though. He’d still rather be doing something more fun, but Veronica insisted and he was a sucker for a pretty face. Something he’d admit to, gladly. At least James Dean was a total hottie; that helped keep his attention.

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The Complete Set (V x MC)

This is something like a continuation of another piece I did here. You don’t really need it for context, but I recommend it. 

I honestly meant to contribute loads more to this event omg but the past few days have left me so deflated. Be damned if I’m going to miss V day, though. 

The card was beautiful, with red ribbons and pressed flowers decorating the front. It sat on her doorstep as she left for work in an ivory box with a matching red ribbon, and the only clue that it belonged to her at all was the typewritten label bearing nothing but her name.

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Spell story time!

I recently found out that my older sister (who unfortunately lives in a another country than me) is back with her abusive ex-girlfriend and has also recently re-friended her former heroin dealer. (TMI much? TRANSPARENCY FTW!)

Both of these people are destructive and sometimes violent influences in her life. Her girlfriend is emotionally abusive and manipulative, but also physically abusive. The other in addition to being a source of drugs, has quite literally robbed her more times than I can count, so needless to say I am concerned, but because of our distance there isn’t much I can do to steer her away from them.

I decided to do a double banishment/protection spell against the two of them on her behalf last night during the full/snow moon.

Items used;

-Black Pepper for banishment

-Cilantro for protection

-Cumin for protection against theft (the heroin dealers’ bottle has quite a bit more cumin for obvious reasons, but i put some in the ex-girlfriends bottle as well because when people break up, there is always a division of property, and its not always fair so…)

- one small pyrite in each for dispelling negativity and also helps in stopping others from doing harm/being a nuisance.

I then painted a golden sigil onto each bottle- 

“She will leave her life for the better”

“He will leave her life forever”

The reason for the difference in wording is, I don’t want my sister to have more problems due to her breakup. Even though I know it will absolutely be a good thing “in the long run”, I don’t want her to suffer needlessly. I’d rather it feel like a victory for her, rather than a loss.

The sigil for the drug dealer is less specific because I don’t really care how the universe chooses to dispatch him, he’s got a lot to answer for and I harbour no guilt for that.

Unprepared as I was, I was not able to obtain and indigo candle to seal it with (not for lack of trying at the last minute I can tell you) and ended up just using a white candle instead, which is of course always fine in a pinch.

My partner and our best friend, who is much more experienced than either of us drove to a crossroads about an hour away from where we live, picking a spot I would not be likely, nor ever need to return to, to bury the spell bottles. An interesting note; once we arrived at our site I slipped on the icy road and busted my ass, scraping the crud out of my left hand, drawing blood. The universe was already collecting payment for my spell, which I very much appreciated actually, because we were then able to use that blood to amplify the power of the spell work we were doing.

Digging into the frozen earth was a challenge but our friend was just as dedicated as we were, as she is also personally acquainted with my sister and is emotionally invested in the outcome as well. She was able to dig down a good seven inches, which was below another 5-6 inches of snow, to bury the bottles. Before placing them in the ground I looked up to the moon and recited my chant/spell, which I’m not going to transcribe here verbatim as it includes personal names. I then placed them in the ground and we concentrated our energy together before burying them and stamping the snow back into place with our feet, leaving several drops of my own blood over top.

The most interesting thing to me about the whole experience was the shift in our energy once the spell was completed! On the way up, we were all fairly tired and run-down feeling. But afterwards we were all so energized we ended up staying up well into the wee hours of them morning, positively brimming with, well… positivity! We all three felt the presence of these abusive individuals leaving my sister, and it felt great! I have every confidence that the outcome will be positive and hopefully as swift as possible.

We then headed to the beach to collect some sea water for our altar at exactly midnight, which worked out perfectly! As ill-prepared as we had felt going into it, everything absolutely fell into place for us. 

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Tomarry + Legilimency

It was his curiosity that was his downfall. Harry just had to go poking around the endless maze of discarded objects,  touching and looking at the history the students had left behind. There were so many things that caught his eye; A broken snitch, a staff, a mirror that didn’t show his reflection, and a the dried severed head of a Troll. But nothing caught his attention like the diadem he found in an old box. 

It was like it was singing to him, calling him over to pick it up. That should have been the first sign that Harry should have stayed away, but of course he did not listen to reason. It had blue gems inside it that perfectly reflected the light as it hit it. 

Harry would have never picked something like this up usually. But he could not help but ask “What is something so beautiful doing in a place like this?” For all of the broken and discarded objects, it seemed to be the most out of place. 

Carefully, Harry took it out of the box so he could examine it closer. The moment his fingers touched the cool surface, he felt his scar begin to burn. It hurt him so bad his eyes shut tight and he fell to the floor. He tried to let go of the Diadem, but it was like his hands were glued to the surface. 

“Well isn’t this a surprise. Who are you then,” A chillingly familiar voice asked. Harry felt a cold hand grip his chin and force his head up.  He forced his eyes to open and saw the blurry outline of Tom Riddle standing above him. 

“You…how.. no.. no.. you can’t be here,” Harry struggled to say. His head felt like it was splitting open, and he could feel blood run down his face from his scar. “No this is a dream, this is one of his visions. I can’t-”

“His visions?” Tom pulled Harry up of the floor with one hand with the help of his magic. “You know it should be impossible for me to have acquired a body this fast. Unless…. open your eyes.” 

The order was clear, but Harry was in too much pain to obey. So he just shook his head, “No… I can’t. Please, you can’t be here…”

“Open. Your. Eyes.” Magic was put behind Tom’s words and Harry felt his eyes being forced open. Tom dove into his mind and Harry screamed at the intrusion. He ripped his way through Harry’s memories, finding out everything Harry new about his current self and their connection. “Look at that…What a wonder you are, Harry Potter.”

“Don’t,” Harry struggled, but he couldn’t move. His head hurt, and he just wanted to sleep. “Let me go.” 

“Oh no. I don’t think so. How could he not have seen? How could he not have noticed? He would have killed you without a though. He almost succeeded so many times. I am ever grateful for your never ending luck it seems.” Tom smeared the blood from Harry’s scar along his cheek. Tom’s touch made Harry’s eyes roll in the back of his head and his head roll to the side. It was like there was something inside of him that reveled at the attention he was receiving. 

There you are,” Tom hissed in delight. “The two of us have so much to talk about…” 

That time my players fought Cthulhu with a Tarrasque and an Airship.

So, at the request of a few people on a D&D forum I frequent, here’s the story of how my players faced the summoning of Cthulhu and the subsequent attempt to stop it with nothing more than a stolen airship and a Tarrasque.
This will certainly be an extremely long post full of homebrew shenanigans, spelling errors and vastly changing writing which I certainly don’t expect many to read, but hopefully those who do will enjoy it. 

Lets start with the players and the world to get some familiarity:
Eressi is a planet with 2 major continents; the southern Kingdoms of the United Colonial Confederation (UCC) and the Imperialist National Coalition (now turned Empire) known as the INC. At each of the poles are immense areas of unexplored tundra that spread for thousands of miles. These areas are known simply to all civilizations as either ‘The North’ or 'The South’, and are the most dangerous places in Eressi - not just because of the creatures that are said to dwell there, but the elements themselves.Both major continents stand in a cold war that has lasted for around 100 years. This has pushed both technology and magic to what can only be described as an arcane industrial revolution. Due to the huge oceans and dense fauna that covers both continents, airships and aircraft in general are widely accepted as the main form of transport, both personal and military.

The party currently consists of:
Adagio -Kenku Shadow Monk, one of many messengers fro the UCC.

Maru -A Catfolk Pirate on the run from the UCC for 'terrorism and aggressive acts towards UCC military’

Cie -A Human Wizard who arrived in Eressi by reality jumping seemingly through the Realm of the Elder Gods.

Niklas -A Dragonborn Paladin of Bahamut from Aner Keep in the INC, home to the Dragon Riders of Aner.

Vincent -A Human Gunslinger from the UCC. He went AWOL from the military after a fight went bad and now works as a mercenary for hire, currently under the employment of the INC.

Oracle -A Tiefling Bard who recently met the group after being captured by cultists in the North. Originally from the UCC, her business is currently in revenge of the personal type.

Barrowborn Irondrake -An NPC Dwarf Librarian the party saved from cultists and has since been added in as a much loved member of the group (even though I’ve tried to kill him on multiple occasions)

Bellowbrand Irondrake - NPC librarian, brother of Bellowbrand

Augustus Derlith -NPC Gnome Librarian

Lizzie Benjin - Human Librarian

Our party began their journey with specialized aircraft, personalized to their own tastes, but after unfortunate circumstances involving an unknown mass/creature infecting the denizens of Shadowfell, rather large explosions, and a pretty confused island turtle, they’ve currently decided walking seems to be easier to handle, though many are already starting to miss the safety of the sky. Upon reaching the ancient stronghold-turned-city of Blebuff, they first came into contact with a cult they eventually discovered to be devoted to the 'Dreaming God’, which, after much digging, they discovered to be Cthulhu, a being residing the far realms of the Elder Gods. Naturally, after realizing they rather liked the world not consumed by madness, they set off to stop it.
Our story takes place after the party had teamed up with a collection of investigators - known as 'Librarians’ - in order to locate and stop the ritual summoning of the Dreaming God to the material plane. After working their way through a very twisted and warped underdark and successfully stopping a Pit Fiend using the weakened planes in the North to emerge and take revenge on Barrowborn and his brother for reasons yet to be explained, they ended up falling into the infected plane of Shadowfell “again”. A hellish fight ensued in which one of the librarians lost the use of her legs, but luckily Maru managed to bury the swarms of infected undead and a gigantic Xenomorphus rex under a mile or two of earth before things got any worse. The party then finally made it to the R'an Coast - a frozen ocean, hidden from the world within the mountains of the North.

Taking refuge inside a battered, old shack half buried in snow, the party considered their options and plan of attack. Both steam powered constructs the Librarians had were gone and one of them (Lizzie)  couldn’t walk due to the severe acid burns across her legs. It wasn’t looking good for them. Then, across howling winds, drifted strange, wistful music from beneath the two colossal structures protruding from the mass of ice. Like tendrils, they worked their way upwards into the sky, forming a one-thousand foot high eye that gazed across the cold wastes. Between the two structures floated a perfectly spherical, infinitely black ball, easily three hundred feet in diameter, that pulsed with every chord of the strange melody emitting from the camp below. It didn’t take the party long to figure out how the ritual was being performed. The arcane music sent ripples pulsing up between the eye, using it as a gigantic tuning fork to find the perfect sequence of vibrations that would shatter the sphere and tear open a rift to the Other Realm.

Not wishing to risk any further delays, the group made haste in the blistering cold to the base of the eye, where a large camp had been established. A small collection of airships had been landed along the ice on the right of the camp; the left a maze of tents, mechanical parts and cultists, all moving back and forth through the walkways, heavily armed with rifles, pistols and flak armour. The group successfully infiltrated the camp nearby the ships, with Maru climbing aboard one to use as a quick getaway should they need it. Cie, Niklas and Vincent worked their way forward covering on another as the nature of the music revealed itself. A steel stage, forty feet wide and littered with ghoulish creatures greeted their eyes. Amongst them, stood a gothic bard, covered in hellish makeup and grinning wildly as she directed the gruesome concert. Below the stage, a pile of dead bodies grew ever larger as she pulled up more and more prisoners to sacrifice for the ritual.Suddenly, a Tiefling burst from one of the tents, and made to escape, before the bard clicked her fingers and froze her in place. Pulling her up onto the stage, she look toward the ghouls, their knives bloodied and their eyes hungry for flesh. Before she could react, the party leapt into action. Niklas and Vincent threw themselves onto the stage, opening fire and drawing blades before the bard turned and stepped through a dimension door, leaving them to deal with the ghouls alone. Cultists began running into the fray, opening fire with their rifles, catching Adagio as he shadow stepped onto the stage to assist Vincent and Niklas. Divine magic met piercing bullets as the Paladin took cover behind his shield, blockading the storm of fire from the now unconscious Tiefling. Maru loaded his new home made rocket launcher and began peppering the bard with alchemical bombs in an effort to keep her busy, while Cie sprinted off to begin taking apart the huge transformers sitting at the back of the stage, in a bid to cut the power from the speakers. The bard began hurling spells across the battlefield, laughing amidst the chaos before bringing down a flash of lightning that slammed into the dragonborn, sending sparks crackling across his armour. Looking down, niklas saw the Tiefling in her final moments. Tears rolled down her cheek from her one good eye, the other battered and broken from the spell, before she went limp in his arms. The bard cackled as more cultists threw themselves onto the stage, cocking rifles and forming firing lines at the Monk, Gunslinger and Paladin standing before them. She knew they were coming.Many hours earlier, Cie sent over a familiar to scout the area, which was quickly dispelled as it flew over the stage. Recognizing magic when she saw it, and expecting Librarians, the bard had set up a convincing trap: create the illusion of a Tiefling running away from the stage in a bid to draw out anyone who would be seeking to stop her, and crush those that appear under an iron boot. And it fell into place perfectly. Niklas looked down as the body of the Tiefling became mottled and rotten, revealing itself to be nothing more than an animated corpse under the influence of seeming. Picking her way through the alchemical thorns covering the ground from Marus bombs, she began to press the party to join her. After all, what could a meagre force of adventurers like them have that could stop her? A crack of thunderous metal sparked the air as she spoke, cutting her off mid sentence. As she stood atop the stage once again, she turned back to the battlefield before her. There, emerging alongside the dwarf brothers, both covered in blood, stood the Tiefling she had used in her illusion so readily. Oracle stepped forward, throwing back the arcane music with her own magical six string, her eyes aglow with the fiery aura of a bard scorned. “No more games Ivanka!” she shouted across the booming thunder and clash of music. “You want to play? Let’s play!”

Ivanka clenched her fists in anger before summoning her own bass guitar; it’s edges bladed and spined with dark magic. Their hope restored with the addition of their new allies, the party leapt into action, opening fire on the cultists, ghouls and Ivanka herself with all the fury they could muster; knowing the world itself hangs in the balance. The fight was long and bitter, with the arcane bardic dual flashing across a battlefield strewn with bodies and bullets. Vincent and Adagio dodged round after round while duelling with the two remaining ghouls, before successfully dispatching them both in a flurry of blows and close range firepower. Niklas threw himself at Ivanka, knocking her down the steps leading toward the stage, before plunging his blade into her side with the divine power of Bahamut itself channeled into the blade. A resounding shockwave rippled outwards, both sides giving pause but for a moment before throwing themselves into the fray once again. Arcane explosions rang out as Cie took out a collection of transformers with her sniper rifle and the aid of the paladin’s Wyvern mount before wheeling around to put rounds in the chest of two cultists attempting to open fire on her. Niklas stood over the bleeding body of Ivanka, taking the sword and plunging it deep into her chest. As the life ebbed away from her, a gurgling retching began working it’s way into her throat. Niklas pulled out the blade as blackened ichor streamed from the wound, lashing out as if alive before working its way around the bard’s lifeless body. Before they could react, the cultists nearby began shuddering, dropping to the floor under the same strange affliction, before their bodies tore apart, birthing gibbering, multi mouthed horrors from within. Adagio grabbed Vincent, and reached out for Niklas as Ivanka too tore apart, her arcane form a conduit now for a creature from the Realm of Madness itself. As the mass of tendrils and mouths began to take shape and grow, the party realized they were too late. The screeching, gibbering aberration dredged itself forwards towards them as the music, now playing from some strange otherworldly realm, began growing all around them. Maru shouted over the din to the others and the party began clambering onto one of the UCC airships he’d managed to get running. The gigantic sphere began cracking; shedding itself between the two structures and collapsing into dust, before the reality around both it and the eye warped inwards, tearing a deep score in the fabric of the material plane. Beyond, infinite space; an empty void between stars steeped in a madness that clawed at all who gazed upon it. The ground beneath the airship split as darkness began seeping from underneath the ice. Clawed hands reached upwards, as the Xenomorphus Queen pulled itself out, bringing with it a host of screeching, howling infected that threw themselves across the landscape, blanketing the gibbering horrors in minutes and consuming them into the fold. Shadowfell had broken, and with the weakened planar state now at its worst, the party looked on in horror as the ice below them transformed into a chittering, screaming mass of black and bone.

As one, everyone aboard the ship felt a crack of psionic energy slam into them as a titanic hand reached out from the rift. Grabbing one side of the structure, and towering six hundred feet high, the Dreaming God began pulling itself through the portal; its feet crushing the mass of black beneath them and sending a small tsunami across the remaining ice. Niklas pulled out the ancient stone tablet the party had discovered on Agh Aight, the Island Turtle the week before, and looked across at the madness coursing through the rift into the material plane. Feeling the direction of his god behind him, he shouted over to the others on board. “It’s now or never! I need help activating this. It’s the only thing we have now!”Cie ran over to Niklas, a look of determination in her eyes, before place her hands across the arcane sigils etched in the stone. “If we do this, it could kill you. Are you sure?” Niklas looked back at Cie, and across to Adagio and Oracle, their hands both on the sigil alongside his. “What choice do we have Cie? I have to fulfill my oath.” Adagio looked toward Niklas, and out towards the growing chaos. “Well, lets hope this works.”Cie and Oracle begin channeling what arcane energies they have left within them into the Titan Shard, it’s stone carvings beginning to fill with a deep mystical light at their touch. Niklas summons the last of his divine strength and steels himself for the backlash of the Titan Sigil’s activation with the aid of Adagio whilst Maru heads off towards the engines.

The Titan Sigil cracked, bathing the group in a warm glow before crumbling into a fine dust in the now battered dragonborn’s hands. Wincing from his drained life force, Niklas nods to the others and takes off, using the cloak of levitation to get his as close as possible to the rift, before throwing the dust towards the emerging form of Cthulhu, muttering the incantations of the forbidden spell. The dust streamed forward like a bolt of lightning towards the vast titan now being engulfed and bonded by the black screaming mass below it, slowly beginning to take shape. NIklas looked up at the mountain of Cthulhu, its green skin shifting black, and watched in horror as the tendrils hardened, sprouting sharp spines across them. The Elder God had become infested with the nature of Shadowfell and the hellish horrors that had infected it. Pulling itself out of the rift, it strode forward, looking out across the mountains and letting out another psychic scream as it began drawing upon its new powers, before the world’s biggest attack dog burst into existence and latched onto it’s midriff. A monstrous roar thundered across the Ra’n Coast as the Tarrasque, manifested and bound to the will of the weakened paladin crashed into the ice. It’s claws tore at the ground, before finding purchase and dragging the newly born avatar of Cthulhu back toward the open rift. With a mighty swing, the god grabbed the ferocious titan, easily half it’s size, and threw it out across the frozen wastes. The Tarrasque skidded to a halt before catching itself and rushing its gargantuan bulk forwards to attack again.

“What the hell are we doing?!” Maru shouted into the comms as the two titans slammed into each other. “We need to run!”Vincent gripped the helm tightly and began spinning the ship around. “If we run now, we risk losing everything. We have to fight!”The party held on as the UCC airship tilted sharply, banking back around to support the paladin, now hovering a good distance away, desperately trying to stay in control of the forbidden spell. “Oracle, you think you can grab him if I get underneath?” Oracle, still at a loss for words at what she had just witnessed, nods. “Yes! I think so, just get me close enough!”
The Tarrasque bit down into the arm of the Elder God again, pulling it down and dragging it further toward the rift as the tendrils scraped across it’s armoured carapace. With another scream of psionic energy, a huge clawed hand slammed into its mouth, prying open the jaws before they gnashed down again, spraying black ichor across the god’s chest. It’s gaze met Niklas, before the Wyvern slammed its tail into the singure eye protruding from its head. An explosion of blood and viscera sent the beast into freefall for a moment, before the Dreaming God clasped a fragment of it’s mind around both the Wyvern and its master. Niklas found his vision blocked, his body frozen, before his mind focused inwards; his sanity ebbing away as Cthulu played with his mind. The Tarrasque continued to savage it back and forth, before being lifted off the ground and assailed by the spined tendrils, screeching in pain and they plunged deep into the weak spots between the chitin. Suddenly, Cthulhu’s shoulder buckled, but for a moment, as the shadow stepping form of Adagio slammed his fists with all his might into its collor bone. Niklas, sensing the brief distraction, pulled his mind free of the torment and found himself dragged onto the deck of the ship by Oracle.“Niklas, look out!” she shouted, before the tendrils slammed into the belly of the airship, sending splinters of wood and metal falling into the abyss below. “Just keep it busy! We can do this!” Niklas shouted, regaining control of the Tarrasque, and sending it clambering across the chest of the titan, savaging it before being thrown off and crashing into the icey waves below.Suddenly, the deck behind them both twisted, warping in on itself as reality shifted once more, bringing with it a host of gibbering, hissing monstrosities, that lunged across the deck towards the adventurers. The gigantic, bear sized insects scrabbled across the deck before latching onto Niklas and Oracle with reckless abandon. Gunfire burst from the cockpit as vincent opened fire on another one, before the dwarf librarian Bellowbrand, threw himself at it with both daggers drawn. “Hang on lad! I’ve got this one!”The creature shrieked before wheeling around and grappling the dwarf with its pincers, the tendrils secreting a paralyzing venom that the dwarf barely held at bay.

Maru, now desperately using whatever chemicals he could fine to accelerate the engines, looked across at the other two librarians, Barrowborn and Augustus who were also below deck trying to avoid having the engines explode under the strain Vincent was putting on them. “Vincent!” Maru shouted over the radio “I think I’ve got a plan to get us out of here at least! Just give me the signal!” Turning to Augustus, he signalled for him to get the concoction ready. Bellowbrand, hearing his brother’s shouting over the radio looked to Maru, nodded, and drew his longsword.

A monumental crash shook the ship at the Tarrasque landed on the ice, lashing out again as Cthulhu stepped away from the rift. Tearing into its leg, the monstrosity held fast, digging it’s claws into the ice and held it’s ground. The god, now slowly growing in power as it began warping the reality around itself, reached down and slashed across its face, gouging a deep groove in the heavy armour plates, but to no avail, as it’s titanic counterpart threw itself into the rift, pulling the Dreaming God with it. As the rift began to close, Cthulhu let out another roar of anger, grabbing onto the two monolithic structures and kicking back towards the Tarrasque, now drifting within the Elder Realm beyond. Vincent, seeing the opportunity, swung the ship around, facing the heavy engines towards the blinded, bloodied eye. “Now Maru!”The engines exploded in a burst of alchemical fire as the nitro concoction took hold, lurching the ship forwards as Cthulhu’s head rocked back from the firey impact. With a final thunderclap, the rift tore itself back together, reality realigning itself as the mists from the battle began settling across the mountainsides. Then a cacophonous psychic shriek filled the air, followed by a bellowing roar, as the bloody, battered form of Cthulhu lifted itself up, the deep leg wounds from the Tarrasques failed grapple dripping blackened undead onto the frozen ground below. With a hefty step forwards, the ground beneath it shook. Cthulhu was here to stay.

Maru emerged from below deck alongside Barrowborn, seeing the chaos and heavy fighting still rife atop the steel floor of the ship. Without skipping a beat, he loaded another round into his bowgun and opened fire on the insectoid creatures savaging Niklas, before the sound of automatic weapons told him Barrowborn had found a shot into the cockpit and was assisting Vincent and Bellowbrand with the creature within. Oracle, freeing herself for a moment from the jaws of the hideous creature chittering between her and the cockpit, she took aim, sending a flurry of eldritch bolts cascading across its back, before a crack of a rifle punched a first sized whole in it’s abdomen and it fell limp on the floor. Cie reloaded and took aim again, emerging from below deck after looking after the wounded, ready to finish the fight. Gunfire erupted across the deck as one by one the otherworldly manifestations fell to bullet, sword, and brutal hand to hand combat. After a few more tense minutes of fighting a well place shot from Vincent saw the last invader collapse into a gooey mass on the floor of the cockpit before shifting back into it’s own reality. Reloading her bolt rifle, Cie looked out past the mountains to the Eye at the End of the World. “So what now? We can’t just leave it there!”Vincent looked across at her, blood-soaked and bruised. “I don’t know. We need more help to fight that thing, and we’re out of options” Nikolas leant in, exhausted from the fight, his armour littered with dents and ichor. “We regroup, and we work out our next move.” Cie nods solemly. “Fine” she said looking over at the others. “I think we need to speak to Dreven.”

Wanted (Sam Drake x Reader) Chapter 10: Sunday, Bloody Sunday

hello everyone!!! i’ve made an update to wanted’s plan for chapters, i have one more after this that is going to be considered an epilogue to tie everything together! so it’s not over yet, but this is the last of the action! as always, let me know what you think!

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Alone at the end of a dock stood an abandoned building, still stocked with the crates from a once booming business. It was the perfect place to hold secrets, and for those secrets to never escape the walls that held them inside.

It was the warehouse.

The moon watched over the water with its light seeping through holes in the roof and providing the only light in the night.

Sam was the first to wake. His eyes shot open in a panic; gagging and coughing from water that trickled around his face.

You woke shortly after. Your eyes opened slowly; shutting them once more from the shooting pain in the side of your head.

Small streams of moonlight peered through slats of wood in front of Sam’s beaten face. He attempted to sit up but soon realized he was laying down. He shifted and realized he was enclosed on all sides. He was trapped.

Circles of moonlight fell onto the concrete floor from the perfectly placed opening in the roof. You stirred in the chair you realized you were sitting in, feeling your wrists tight against the back of the chair. You were handcuffed. You were restrained.

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