A list of magic weapons and items specially designed with fighters in mind.
Beacon of Heroism
Wondrous Item (neck), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
A gold amulet with an amber gem clasped by a dragon claw. When you use your Action Surge, all enemies in a 40 ft. radius that can see you must make a CON saving throw with a DC of 15 or become blinded for 1d4 rounds.
A belt of deflection comes in three different materials, each with a slightly different property.
Snakeskin: The wearer has resistance to piercing damage.
Tiger Fur: The wearer has resistance to slashing damage.
Rhino Leather: The wearer has resistance to bludgeoning damage.
Cape of the Oracle
Wondrous Item (back), Rare, requires attunement
A knee-length, rectangular purple cape with intricate swirling patterns converging on a large central eye motif. The cape alerts the wearer’s intuition whenever an attack comes from their rear. Flanking attackers do not gain advantage on attack rolls against the wearer, and simply being behind the wearer does not grant advantage as if the attacker was unseen.
Magic Weapon (warhammer or maul), Very Rare, requires attunement
A heavy hammer with a head that looks like a giant ram’s horn, with the cross-section of the base forming the front face of the hammer. The weapon is treated as a +1 magic weapon. Whenever the attuned creature hits an enemy with the hammer, the creature must make a STR saving throw with a DC of 16 or be knocked backward 5 ft. On a critical hit, the creature is automatically knocked back 15 ft. and falls prone.
A pair of supernaturally heavy gloves that look and feel like lead, yet are malleable as leather. While wearing the gloves, the attuned creature deals 1d6 base damage when making unarmed attacks with their fists. Also while wearing the gloves, spellcasters have a 25% chance that any spell that they cast fails. This damage does not stack with other bonuses to unarmed damage such as from a monk’s Martial Arts feature or the Tavern Brawler feat.
Magic Weapon (any), Rare
This weapon is wreathed in a set energy type chosen when the item was created. Variations include fire, cold, lightning, thunder, acid, poison, necrotic, and radiant. The energy is visible but can be dismissed as a free action. When the weapon’s wielder hits with an attack, the weapon deals a bonus 1d4 damage of the energy type.
Energy Burst Weapon
Magic Weapon (any), Very Rare
This weapon acts like an Energy Weapon (see above) but on a critical hit it deals 1d4 energy damage of the same type to all enemies within 5 ft. of the enemy struck.
Energy Blast Weapon
Magic Weapon (any), Very Rare
This weapon acts like an Energy Weapon (see above) except once per short rest, the wielder can speak the command word and use an action to fire a 60 ft. line of energy of the same energy type. Creatures in the area of effect must make a DC 14 DEX saving throw to try and dodge it. Creatures that fail their save take 8d6 energy damage or half that much damage on a successful save.
Magic Weapon (any melee), Uncommon
Once per short rest, this weapon’s range increases by 5 ft. for one round.
Gauntlets of Inevitability
Wondrous Item (hands), Rare, requires attunement
A pair of metal gauntlets studded with tiny claws on the back of the hand. They seem to guide your hands towards those trying to escape you. Creatures taking the disengage action to move outside of your threatened area still provoke an attack of opportunity as if they had not used the disengage action.
This bucket helmet has a single opal in the center of the forehead. The wearer has blindsight but only with a range of 5 ft.
Magic Weapon, Uncommon
This weapon in its basal form is a glob of silvery clay. With a command word, the wielder can cause it to change its shape into any nonmagical weapon that the wielder can imagine. Regular rules for proficiency apply when wielding a weapon. The weapon still counts as magical when taking the form of a nonmagic weapon.
Pauldrons of Wailing
Wondrous Item (shoulders), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
These shoulder guards are made of iron and depict screaming ghouls with sharp teeth. When the attuned creature uses their Second Wind ability, all creatures in a 10 ft. radius must make a DC 17 WIS saving throw or become frightened for 1 round.
Magic Weapon (any Finesse weapon), Very Rare
This weapon is bright silver and sparkles with veins of blue light. The weapon is treated as a +1 magic weapon and when the wielder lands a critical hit, the hit becomes a regular hit and then the wielder gains another attack immediately afterward against a creature within 5 ft.
Sandals of the Surging Waves
Wondrous Item (feet), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
This set of calf-height sandals are patterned with undulating strips of tough fish leather lined with satin. When the attuned creature uses their Action Surge, an illusory surge of water follows you in your wake. Until your next turn, your movement does not provoke attacks of opportunity and creatures you pass through must make a DC 15 STR saving throw or be knocked prone.
Wondrous Item (head), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
A gold crown with a starburst motif at its front depicting rays of light emanating from a rearing lion. When the attuned creature heals themselves with their Second Wind ability, all allies within 20 ft. of the creature heal for an equal number of hit points.
This blade produces two spectral duplicates, one red and one blue, that float a few feet away from each other with a command word. The weapon itself is a +2 weapon. When the attuned creature makes an attack against a creature with the Trifold Blades, they may also choose to let the attack affect a creature to their immediate left and immediate right. The secondary attacks use the same roll as the original attack against the new targets’ AC. The shadowy blades can be withdrawn as a free action.
Wheel of Pain
Magic Weapon, Very Rare, requires attunement
This thin wheel has spikes emerging from its circumference. The wheel can be used as a martial melee weapon with 1d8 slashing base damage. The wheel can also be thrown up to 30 ft. away to deal similar base damage. Once thrown, the wheel spins wildly in place and obeys the attuned creature’s mental commands. The wheel can be moved up to 30 ft. as a bonus action on the attuned creature’s turn, attacking all creatures’ spaces it travels through. The wheel can only move in a straight line in this way. When the wheel attacks a creature in this way, it uses the attuned creature’s proficiency modifier plus their CHA modifier for the attack roll, and the CHA modifier for the damage roll. If not commanded in any way, the wheel spins in place and threatens the space it is in. The wheel will stop moving if the attuned creature wills it to stop, or after 5 rounds.
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Armor of Command
Magic Armor (any medium or heavy), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin or cleric
A set of +1 armor that shines dimly with divine light when it deflects a blow. A paladin or cleric attuned to the armor can use their Channel Divinity to cause the armor to shine brightly with divinity, calling to a creature to submit to its power. You may force a creature that can see and hear you within 80 ft. to make a CHA saving throw with a DC equal to your spell save DC. On a failed save, the creature drops to their knees and bows to you in submission until your next turn. Regardless of the result of the saving throw, the creature takes 2d8 psychic damage.
Belt of the Sacred Mount
Wondrous Item (waist), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A leather belt with plates of steel every few inches. The belt buckle depicts a golden horse’s head. When the wearer summons a creature with the Find Steed spell, the creature gains a bonus to attacks, damage, and AC equal to the wearer’s proficiency modifier.
Boots of Enmity
Wondrous Item (feet), Uncommon, requires attunement by an Oath of Vengeance Paladin
Boots that are of patterned reddish brown leather with steel toes that look like a hellish church gargoyle. An Oath of Vengeance paladin attuned to these boots may spend a bonus action to teleport to a space adjacent to a creature currently targeted by their Vow of Enmity ability, provided the creature is on the same plane of existence and within 60 ft. of the paladin.
Magic Weapon (any martial), Uncommon, requires attunement by a paladin
A compelling weapon is gaudy and covered in fine metals and gems and is slightly larger than an average weapon of its type. It deals a bonus 2 psychic damage with each hit. When the weapon scores a critical hit, the weapon casts Compelled Duel on the creature hit. Creatures immune to the charmed condition are immune to this effect.
Magic Item (hands), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A set of iron and chain gauntlets with fingerplates that look like sharp dragon scales. It gleams with sickening iridescence. A paladin attuned to the gauntlets can make a melee spell attack against a creature. If the attack hits, the paladin may spend any number of points from their hit point pool for their Lay on Hands ability to deal an equal amount of necrotic damage to the creature touched. You may spend 5 points at once to poison the creature for 1 minute in addition to any damage you dealt. The creature can attempt a CON saving throw with a DC equal to your spell save DC to negate this effect.
Crown of Radiance
Magic Item (head), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A simple golden band studded with glowing orange gems that rests on one’s head at about forehead height. This item’s magic adds 10 ft. to the radius of your Aura of Courage, Aura of Protection, and Aura of Hate (if Oathbreaker paladin). This item also increases the radius of auras generated by spells such as Aura of Life, Aura of Purity, and Aura of Vitality.
Divine Storm Pauldrons
Magic Item (shoulders), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A set of heavy metal shoulder guards that have stylized lightning bolt motifs segmented by faux rope fashioned of bronze. You may spend an action to deal 8d6 lightning damage to all creatures you designate within a 30 ft. radius centered on you. Creatures that succeed at a DC 16 DEX saving throw take only half of this damage. Once you use this ability, you cannot use it again until you complete a long rest. In addition, your Aura of Courage, Aura of Protection, and Aura of Hate (if Oathbreaker paladin) are suppressed until you finish a long rest.
Gauntlets of Divine Shielding
Magic Item (hands), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A set of bronze gauntlets that are warm to the touch, and surround themselves in a sphere of white light when used. When the attuned paladin uses their Lay on Hands ability on a creature, they may instead grant them a shield that absorbs an amount of damage equal to three times the points spent for the Lay on Hands ability. This shield disappears once it has absorbed all of the hit points it can handle, or at the start of the paladin’s next turn.
Glove of Cowardice
Magic Item (hands), Uncommon, requires attunement by a paladin
A single silver gauntlet that has a relief of a face wracked in pain on the backhand plate; a depiction of a suffering sinner in the afterlife. A paladin attuned to the glove may spend 5 points from their hit point pool for their Lay on Hands ability and touch an adjacent creature. That creature must make a DC 14 WIS saving throw or become frightened of the paladin for 1d4+1 rounds. The creature may make a new save at the start of each of its turns to end this effect.
Greaves of the Mounting Heavens
Wondrous Item (feet), Rare, requires attunement
A pair of steel greaves with patterns representing the layers of the plane of Celestia. You gain a +4 bonus to skill checks and saving throws against spells, abilities, and other effects that would knock you prone.
Helm of the Smiting Glare
Wondrous Item (head), Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
This shiny bucket helm has etched lines emanating from the eye slits. Use your Channel Divinity as an action to fire a ray of energy from the helmet’s eye slits, dealing energy damage to a single creature within 60 ft. of you that you can see. The creature can make a DEX saving throw to halve this damage. The save DC is equal to your spell save DC. The damage dealt is based on your alignment (see below). The damage dice stack with one another for a total of 6d10 damage.
Evil: 3d10 necrotic damage.
Good: 3d10 radiant damage
Chaotic: 3d10 fire damage
Lawful: 3d10 cold damage.
Neutral: 3d10 force damage.
Lance of the Blessed Beast
Magic Weapon (lance), Very Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A +1 lance that is fashioned to look like a giant, stylized unicorn’s horn. The hand guard is adorned with white horsehair. When the wielder of this weapon travels at least 20 feet straight toward a target before attacking that target with the lance, the weapon deals a bonus 2d8 radiant damage and the creature hit must make a DC 15 STR saving throw to resist being knocked prone. In addition, critical hits with the lance heal the wielder for 2d4 hit points.
Maul of Radiant Echoes
Magic Weapon (maul), Very Rare, requires attunement by a paladin
A heavy +1 maul that emanates pulsing waves of holy energy from its head. One end of the head is flat while the other is a mass of carefully overlapped metal triangles pointing away from the flat end. A paladin attuned to the maul uses their divine smite ability against a creature, up to one creature adjacent to their foe takes an amount of damage equal to half the damage dealt by their divine smite.
Medallion of Authority
Wondrous Item (neck), uncommon, requires attunement by a paladin or cleric
A gleaming medal that takes the form of a universal symbol of your deity and purpose. As such, it looks different for each person that attunes to it. You gain advantage on intimidation checks against creatures that are diametrically opposed to your alignment (lawful-good’s opposite is chaotic-evil, neutral-good’s opposite is neutral-evil, etc.), and gain advantage on persuasion checks against creatures that have the same alignment as you. If you have a true neutral alignment this item has no effect.
Wondrous Item (back), uncommon, requires attunement by a paladin or cleric
This royal purple brocade cape is decorated with embroidered with the written beauty of the Celestial language in gold trimmed by floral embellishments. You may use your Channel Divinity as a reaction to instantly teleport a single willing ally you can see within 60 ft. of you to a space adjacent to you.
Shield of Divine Spellwarding
Magic Armor (shield), Very Rare, requires attunement by a 14th level paladin
A +1 kite shield of mirror-like platinum emblazoned with a holy symbol. The shield is embellished with a gold rim and tassels of golden thread. You may expend one use of your Cleansing Touch ability to cast Counterspell against a spell that would affect you or at least one ally within 10 ft. of you.
so I’m in that finals week punch-drunk sweet spot where sleep deprivation, caffeine, and first-final-went-well all combine into a mind-altering state not unlike being high. I’m still functional enough to study, but whatever part of my brain that makes metaphors is definitely on the fritz. This morning I was trying to describe the 20-minute nap I got at the end of my pre-final all nighter, and the sentence I uttered was:
“I basically spiked my gray matter off the far side of a REM cycle, which was just enough to let the pathetic mass of neurons left behind after the caffeine brain blender get all the juicy law nuggets into some kind of order.”
To which my horrified classmate responded: “What.”
So in the interests of procrastinating on studying for a few minutes and entertaining internet strangers, here’s a few of the metaphors/similes/analogies/weird crap that has come out of my mouth in the last week. Not even I know what I meant with some of these. Please be merciful in your judging; I am so tired.
describing how pale I’ve gotten while living in a study room: “when i go makeup shopping i just go the palest end of the spectrum, past ‘ivory’ to ‘copy paper’ and then i grab the jar of mayonnaise next to that, because that’s how white i am right now.”
“ive become a half-reverse-vampire; i love garlic and i won’t come in your house if you invite me, but i still flee from sunlight and smell like death.”
“im ADHD as fuck dude. my brain is like seventeen squirrels on crack. if i can get them all pointed in one direction and focused on one thing, im basically unstoppable, but as soon as i get distracted, it’s a full on clown party in there.”
“as a general rule, i try not to consume any food item larger than my head, but given the current size of my ego and the amount of nonsensical court rules i’ve stuffed in there recently, im pretty sure my head’s twice the size it used to be. so we should probably order at least two more pizzas.”
“Fucking dumb bitches… Always laughing and giggling in the morning for shit.”
Groans Yoonji groggily as you spot her half-awake face. The dorms are loud even early in the morning and you better know that your flatmate is not a morning person. Little the schoolgirls wandering the hallways at the moment know they are currently making excessive noise near the Ice cold bitch’s castle and disturbing her on the way. Poor girls… Will the ice queen get out from her comfy castle to chase them?
“I should fucking teach them a lesson,” grumbles Yoonji lazily, looking into the distance through half-lidded eyes.“Those girls. I hate them.”
I’ve been noodling away at some ideas for the next Object Head zine, I really like the idea of drawing something to do with magical girls and desserts. One of my favourite things is designing the outfits!
I know you're not really into FT anymore buuuuut... can you do a Jellal shitpost? your art is my life
Story time! The curious, 8 year old niece of my boss was at my workplace one day and she saw the FT pins (made by the awesome Grace) on my bag.
She asked whether they were related because (1) they had blue hair, and (2), they both had letter J as the starting letter of their names. I smiled bc they certainly could be in an AU scenarios (ehem the blue-haired squad siblings) but I wasn’t going to give her a crash course on fandom terminologies so I simply said, “No, it was just a coincidence.”
Anyway I thought it was the end of our conversation but she noticed the items on their heads and asked why Juvia had a bottle of water on her head. I told her it’s because she had water powers and she nodded, saying she’s awesome since she could probably make floods and waterbend and all. So her next assumption I should’ve expected, but I was brought to a brief silence when she said:
“So this guy has blueberry powers?”
At this point I smiled awkwardly at her as I tried to come up with an explanation. I recalled that the Erza pin had a strawberry on her head so I guess Grace placed a blueberry on his head (plus I think as a homage to his love for colors…bc SCARLET AND BLUE). But I wasn’t going to explain that to her so I said, with a deadpan voice…
And then I proceeded to tell her that in fact, his signature move is named:
With a slow nod she bought it and turned her attention to my Umbreon keychain instead.
Tldr; because of a certain little girl I had an excuse to draw Jellal and visualize a pun I’ve long to do
Note:I am always taking request! Also you can find this imagine on my Ao3.
Requested by Anon:”
may i ask for an Alex hogh Andersen imagine? where YN plays his sister(Aslaug and Ragnar had a daughter) and Alex is super in love with her,barely managing to disguise on interviews and always posting pics of her on instagram,until he finally admits and they become a couple”
You are heading towards your trailer, you have just finished a scene with Marco. You play a Marco’s character, Hvitserk’s twin sister Hildred. Meaning you also played the sister of Jordan, David, Alexander, and Alex’s characters. All of you are pretty close, the main ones who hang out after shooting scenes is Marco, Alex and you. As of lately though, it ends up only being you and Alex. Not that you mind, for you have been smitten for the Dane for a while. In your own mind, Alex doesn’t return the feelings. But oh how wrong you are.
Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader
Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Summary: the squad keeps teasing the reader and Connor for sneaking off to get down and dirty–except, that wasn’t the case at all. Evan sets the squad straight. | Connor taking care of s/o reader with Depersonalization Derealization Syndrome.
Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, panic attacks, swearing | POV changes | First person reader | not proof read
A/N: Thanks for such a lovely request, and thanks for giving me so much info on the disorder! I hope I portrayed it correctly, and I hope you like this!
“You all are the luckiest people on the planet!”
I found this hard to believe. It was sort of comical, however, in an only vaguely tolerable way, to see Jared Kleinman kick down the Murphy’s door, juggling several boxes of pizza and a brown paper bag full of God knows what.
“Care to elaborate on that?” Alana called, looking only half way over her shoulder. She and Zoe were on the floor, playing what appeared to be a very intense game of Sorry! They were already in their pajamas–yes, at six in the afternoon–and six of us had decided to have a lowkey party at the Murphy’s, since Cynthia and Larry had evacuated for a romantic weekend. Evan was parked in a recliner, his legs folded crisscross applesauce–his words, not mine–watching the girls’ game with genuine interest.
Connor and I were on the couch, my back to his chest, reclining. He was twitchy, and he had been all evening. I’d briefly asked him earlier if he’d wanted to skip the party, but he’d said no. Still, he laid behind me, combing out my hair with his fingers a little too roughly, his hips shifting uncomfortably every few seconds.
Jared stumbled in, dropping the pizza boxes onto the carpet–earning a loud scream of protest from both Murphy kids, the sound deafening my left ear. Connor felt me flinch and pressed a seamless kiss of apology to my jaw. I felt Evan smile at me from across the room–shy, like he wasn’t sure where to look. I tossed back a lighthearted smile, before turning my attention back to Jared.
“Because, my sweet flower,” Jared began, kicking the door shut and beginning to pull items out of his paper bag, the parcel crinkling annoyingly loud.
“Sweet flower?” Alana squawked, earning a glare from Zoe, who popped the dice unceremoniously and continued to move her peg through the holes.
“I come bearing gifts,” he continued loudly, brandishing his items proudly above his head. “Scotch, condoms, and Cosmopolitan.”
There was a moment of silence, the five of us glancing between the boy in the glasses, his pitiful treasure, and doilies Mrs. Murphy kept on the coffee table.
“I’ll take a slice of cheese,” Zoe called, stoic, Alana reaching around Jared to grab the top box and place it on her lap. Evan and Connor both had to bite down on their laughter at the sight of Jared’s shocked face–shaking beneath me, his breath at my ear, Connor felt like a reassurance that tonight wouldn’t be totally awful.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like our friends, it’s just that since we’d told them we started dating, they’d been a real pain.
“I hold in my fist illegal things!” Jared screeched, tossing the magazine on the floor overzealously. “And you choose to ignore me?”
“My mom owns Cosmos, dude,” I said, rolling over onto my stomach so that I could rest my chin on Connor’s chest, grinning up at him with tired eyes. School had been long for both of us today, and, frankly, I could stand to skip ahead to the part of the night where he kissed senseless in his bedroom.
“There’s wine on the rack, dumbass, and it’s a movie night, no one’s drinking?” Zoe said without looking up from her board game, tugging on one of her braids in thought.
“And who are the condoms for, idiot?” Connor nearly yelled, sitting up and jostling me back into a sitting position, my head swimming for a minute with the sudden movement, before relaxing against the arm of the chair.
Jared’s head swiveled, comically, between Alana, Zoe, and I briefly, before his eyes glued on Evan.
“No, you creep!”
We all laughed for a moment, watching Evan turn a sharp shade of crimson, curling in on himself in the chair. Zoe snorted a little too loudly when she laughed.
It was beginning to get frustrating–not making me sick yet, but any means, but nonetheless annoying. Because I knew what was coming, and it was only gonna piss Connor off–
“I’ll just give the condoms to Connor,” Jared said, throwing the box so that it landed in the empty space between us on the couch. There was suddenly lead in the bottom of my stomach.
Everyone realized, watching with baited breath as Connor eyed the box with firey eyes and a set mouth, a sudden blush creeping up his neck. It could set it off–shit like this had in the past. Still, I think–
“Gross, man,” he said, lightly kicking the box to the floor. His feet were bare tonight, void of the cute socks he usually wore, and after his movement he shoved them under my thigh–either for concealment or warmth, I didn’t know, but I scratched at the back of his calf loyally, letting him know what he did was the right thing.
Proud of you.
He grinned softly at his lap, and I could tell he was proud of himself too.
“What do you mean by that?” Jared screeched, reviving the headache that had started to blur.
“Drop it, Jared,” Alana warned, dropping a handful of green pieces back into the cardboard box, each thunk sending a hot jolt through my head.
“They’re sex machines!” He protested, and I felt Connor nearly choke beside me, drawing his feet away and stuffing them under a cushion. “Are you guys seriously not using protection.”
“Alana said drop it,” Evan said quietly, shocking all of us. “So leave them alone. It’s none of your business.”
“Whose ready for the movie?” Alana covered seamlessly, beginning to set up the tv while the rest of us began to calm.
Connor was shaking, and, away from him, I didn’t feel like he wanted me to reach out and touch him. I waited for the signal, something or anything that was him asking to get out of here, but he never gave it, just curled in on himself and watched the tv with blank eyes.
I shot Evan a smile, nodding in thanks.
What Evan had said was the truth–it wasn’t any of Jared’s business. It had unfortunately become Evan’s business, at one point, making him aware of the glaring fact that no one else in the room seemed to believe could ever be true: Connor and I were still virgins. We hadn’t slept together–and, we hadn’t planned for it in the near future. We just weren’t ready yet.
Not that anyone here would ever believe that.
I’m not sure I wanted them to, either.
Because at least that white lie kept the truth hidden, and maybe that’s the way it would stay.
“Unpopular opinion: this movie sucks.”
“We can’t watch romantic flicks or Mr. and Mrs. Murphy get ideas and leave early. This shitty sci-fi shit was all I had on hand.”
“Pass the alcohol, I changed my mind about what kind of party this is.”
Their voices were loud, pounding noises against my skull without really making any sense as to what they were saying at all. The dark should’ve helped, or I thought it would, but the high saturation neon colors and loud artificial gunshots on the television screen paired with the nonstop chatter of our friends made it difficult to concentrate, difficult to breathe. Everything was too much at once.
It was like living in a glass box, everything around me was vibrate and loud, amplified to the nth degree–but none of it felt real. Connor was staring unattentively ahead, his hands twitching in his lap. He hadn’t touched me all night. It usually wasn’t a big deal–I knew he was doing it to avoid the constant teasing about our PDA. It was starting to set him off, I could tell. Still, I just wanted a reminder I was real.
I decided to screw it, all their comments be damned, reaching out for Connor’s wrist as the signal.
His eyes snapped up to me immediately, concerned, his pink mouth forming an o. My hands were numb. He rose without a work, linking our hands and dragging me from the room.
“Where do you two think you’re going? It’s a little early to fuck, isn’t it?”
“C'mon guys, can’t you watch the movie? I don’t like knowing you’re doing that while I’m in the house.”
“–and Connor, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s–”
I had barely contained my sobs by the time Connor shut the door.
“You guys shouldn’t do that,” Evan glared, turning off the movie and setting the popcorn bowl aside.
Jared snorted. “We shouldn’t do what? They’re the ones running off to screw each other’s brains out. It’s gross. We’re in the house. It’s bad enough they’re all over one another at school.”
“Yeah,” Alana agreed. “I mean, if they don’t want to hear us complain about it, why do it?”
“I can’t believe she can stand to touch my brother,” Zoe groaned. “He was being a real dick tonight.”
“You guys are so stupid!” Evan nearly yelled, shocking the other three with his uncharacteristic outburst, burying his hands in his usually neat hair. “They aren’t–they’re not–”
“Breathe, baby, breathe.”
His hands were roaming all over, pressing to my chest, watching his hands rise and fall too rapidly. I needed to slow down, breathe deeper. His eyes were concerned, hair falling into his face from where he leaned over me, knees on either sides of my hips. His hands scrubbed quickly at my shoulders.
“Feel me? I’m right here, you’re right here, we’re fine. Fuck, I love you, I’m here.”
It helped–he knew how to help, when it all became too much for me to handle. Touching me–it keep me grounded, reminded me what reality was, where it was. Connor was safety, I knew.
He leaned down, pressing his temple against my jaw, pressing kisses down my neck. We took turns like this–when he overheated, I was there for him, and when I had a bad episode, he was there for me.
“I’ve got you.”
“What do you mean they aren’t having sex?”
“Let go of my shirt, Jared!”
“How do you know they aren’t having sex?” Zoe demanded. The three of them had Evan cornered, cowering into the wall. Evan’s bright pink face heated considerable.
“I walked in on them once? It was at school, after they, uh, left us. It’s not really any of my business–”
“Spit it out.”
“Whenever, uh, she doesn’t feel well–they have this code, she told me. Whenever Connor is upset or paranoid or she has a bad episode–”
“She never told you? She has Depersonalization Derealization Syndrome. Um, from what she explained it’s, uh, a lot of sensory overload–too loud, too bright, too everything–and she gets these episodes where stuff doesn’t seem real, I guess? I’m not sure I’m explaining it right.”
“I’ve heard of that, I think,” Alana said brightly, her face pinched.
“Oh, crap,” Zoe whispered, “and we’ve been making fun of them this whole time?”
“Well,” Jared sighed. “I feel shitty. Feel even shittier knowing Connor isn’t getting his dick wet, like, at all–”
“Yeah,” Zoe nodded sagely, scrubbing a hand over her face. “Yeah, okay.”
“Mhm,” I sighed, leaning back into Connor’s touch. He was wrapped around me, our foreheads bumped together under his sheets. He leaned up to sneak a peck at my lips.
“I’m sorry about them,” he apologized again, squeezing my hands in apology, leaning in again to press a lingering kiss to my cheek, earning a giggle.
“Don’t be. Thanks for every.”
He smiled softly, his jaw clicking softly, eyes soft. “Always for you, sweet girl.”
“Don’t get too sappy,” I warned. “They’ll get suspicious.”
“I’m allowed to be sappy when no one is looking,” he protested, kissing my jaw. “I love you.”
“Love you more.”
“Not possible,” he protested, finally leaning forward to seal his lips with mine, his hands grabbing softly at my waist. Connor was safety, I remembered, and I love him more than anything for it. The others could say what they liked–I wouldn’t trade him for the world.
Could you write a bughead fanfic on what would happen if Alice didn't barge through the door when Betty and jughead were kissing
I was waiting for this request to make its way into my ask, it was inevitable!
Warning: just a big old pile of self-indulgent steamy Bughead ahead.
Jughead tentatively stretched his fingers out, brushing lazily against Betty’s denim-clad knee, loving that he could do that now. He could run a reassuring hand down her arm, twirl the ends of her permanent ponytail between his fingers, rest his palm delicately against the small of her back, and she would just tilt her face towards him and smile warmly in response to his caresses. He felt slightly guilty because he knew, deep down, that despite his every touch coming from a place of unadulterated love and affection it was also purely self indulgent on his part. A thrill, never lessening in its intensity, coursed through him at every opportunity for contact. He was a man forever thirsty and she was a never ending fountain of cool, fresh water, quenching his every desire.
“…what did I do wrong?” she asked him, eyes round with innocent sadness. His hand pressed more firmly on her knee, her cool fingers wrapping around his wrist in response, locking the touch in place.
“Nothing. We’ll figure it out,” he reassured, hoping to instil in her every confidence he felt about their ability to overcome each hurdle life threw at them. Together, they would get through it. Her eyes softened, hope radiating through as she clung to his promises in desperation. His eyes shifted to her lips. She looked angelic in the soft morning glow that shone through her window, combing its way through the few flyaway hairs that had managed to escape her tight up-do. Highlighting this slight disarray that slipped through her little facade made him smile; she looked more carefree, more her age, without the pressing weight of all the responsibilities she shouldn’t have on her shoulders. He couldn’t help himself. “Come here.”
Her expression shifted as he leaned forward, tilting his chin up with a cheeky smirk as he waited for her lips to meet his own. Her eyes glistened with mischief and he basked in his ability to make her forget, even for a moment, about her troubles, helping her get lost in the sanctity that was this new thing evolving between them. He slid his hand up her thigh, nerve ends tingling with the action. It was something entirely new for Jughead but he had definitely taken a liking to it. Her hands lifted to cup his slightly rosy cheeks beneath soft fingertips, an action that accompanied most of their kisses. He hadn’t realised how safe it made him feel, that in amongst the fluttering in the pit of his stomach and the tingle in his lips, that one simple action of hands caressing his face felt so comforting. It was warm summer evenings in front of a campfire, snowy days with blankets and hot chocolate, lazy mornings with muted rays filtering across fluttering eyelids. It was home.
The first touch of his lips on hers was enough to make his head spin. Sure, it was mere hours since he’d kissed her last but it was too long, always too long. Lips danced against one another, flicking between teasing pecks and deeper pulls, building up an unreplicable rhythm, releasing each time with a suctioning pop as reluctant air flooded between them. She tasted sweeter than any food he’d ever eaten, sun-ripe strawberries and pop rocks bursting on his tastebuds as he licked a stripe along the seam of her lips, begging them to open and let him savour every last drop of flavour he could find. She was intoxicating, his choice of drug, and the high she could insight was of the most addictive kind.
Tentatively he grazed his teeth against her lip, blood buzzing at the sweet, shaky mewl that slipped out against his mouth. Her needy response caused a bud of newfound confidence to blossom in his chest, hand sliding higher until he was cupping her perfectly round behind, fingers dipping into her back pocket to squeeze the pert flesh hidden by the too-thick fabric of her jeans. She rose onto her knees, arching into his touch as she gasped against his lips, eyes cracking open to sneak a glance at his face under her fingers. His pupils blown with lust, lips swollen a deliciously enticing red, plump and inviting. The curl hanging teasingly from beneath his beanie tickled her forehead and she had to do it, pulling the offending item off his head, releasing the ebony waves it hid too often beneath. She carded her fingers through it desperately, nails scratching slightly against his scalp, Jughead shivering under her touch, a rough groan rising from his throat.
He thought his heart would give out as she shimmied forward, gracefully planting herself directly in his lap, one leg on either side of both of his. The new warm weight, pushing pressure against his groin, was all consuming. His hands trembled as they slipped under her soft cotton shirt, trailing up the smooth skin of her back, feeling the muscles twitch beneath the motion. Her back bowed as they broke apart, breathless, chests heaving. The action had her pert breasts rising and falling tantalisingly close to his face, fingers clutching desperately at her skin in an attempt to restrain himself. She looked so wonderfully dishevelled that he couldn’t help but move his lips back to her, trailing wet, sloppy kisses down her neck, rewarded by Betty throwing her head back, granting him easier access to the soft slope. He could feel her pulse, fluttering in frenzy like a hummingbird beneath the blazing trail he left in his wake. Jughead, in a moment of braveness, drunk on a cocktail of Betty’s high pitched whimpers, closed his mouth around her pulse point and sucked.
Any attempt to keep the twitch in his pants from developing into something further were shot to hell at the noise that echoed across Betty’s sun sleepy room. The moan was sin itself, sending shockwaves through his body, all blood rushing south as her hips circled against his own almost involuntarily.
“Jug…” she whispered against his temple, dropping a messy kiss there, wiping away a bead of sweat with her lips. Her hips continued their torturous game, his breath stuttering as he tried to hold it together. His hand slid up her side to cup her breast, squeezing roughly as she captured his lips with hers once more, lost in the sensation of Jughead touching her most intimate areas, seemingly surrounding her entirely. She was drowning herself in him and she’d never wanted anything more. He felt himself reaching a peak.
“We… we have… to go,” he got out between kisses, contradicting himself by pulling her closer.
“Yeah, we do,” she breathed, making no move to stop.
“Elizabeth you’re going to be late!” Alice yelled from the bottom of the stairs, voice cutting through the thick sexual fog that had completely shrouded them.
Jughead was almost grateful when Betty slumped against him, forehead touching his as they both tried to come back to reality. Only once they stopped did he realise how close they’d come to stepping over the next threshold into something completely new for them. He wanted it, oh how badly he wanted it, but not now, not in the fleeting minutes before they joined her mother for breakfast, before they met their friends at school.
“To be continued?” she murmured, green eyes gleaming as she stroked her thumb over his flushed cheek. He smirked, brushing the tip of his nose sweetly against hers.
“Yes please,” he whispered, raising his eyebrows. She giggled prettily, taking one last deep breath before climbing off his lap. Her hand had closed over the door handle before she realised he wasn’t following her.
“Juggie?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder in concern. He was perched on the edge of her mattress, hands braced on either side of him, head down as he took a deep breath in.
“I just… need a minute,” he mumbled, tips of his ears turning pink. A laugh burst from Betty’s lips as she failed to bite it back. The glare he shot her way quickly melted into a laugh, joining her in her delighted giggles, unable to be mad at her teasing at all.
Summary: The Winchesters, best of the best in the hunting world. Their family have always been the best, as long as time can remember. Other hunters send their kin to the Winchesters for a few years for extensive training. Their methods are unorthodox, but they all know, to be the best…you must endure the worst.
Warnings: Angst, Torture, NSFW, Dark Dean (yes, that’s a warning), Kidnapping, Threatening Behavior, Mild Molestation (of an adult), (Please heed the warnings!!!)
Word Count: 1,828
A/N: So I was told that I was not living up to my full writing potential because I was not tapping into my darker side. Well, here is my dark side in all it’s angsty, threatening glory. Heed the warnings!!! I think I entered all the warnings for this part.Shout out to @sis-tafics. She’s not exactly a beta - and refuses to be called such - but we’ve agreed on “Creative Collaborator” for bouncing around ideas with me, putting up with my insane ramblings at all hours, and ensuring me this doesn’t suck! Love ya Jill! Also, special thanks to @arryn-nyx who suffered so much to make this aesthetic just right!!
The Winchester Way. It’s the way of the hunting world. The champions of history make the rules, all others follow in step like the good little soldiers they are. For centuries, the Winchester bloodline has ruled the hunting world with an iron fist. They know everything, have access to all information, and have so graciously taken it upon themselves to train all other hunters in their ways. Effectively, creating a well-trained army against the forces of the Supernatural world.
The Winchesters maintain a large bunker in the heart of the country. Their facilities are vast, allowing them to take in upwards of twenty trainees at any given time. Some trainees are offered as tribute, continuing the traditions of being trained under the Winchesters that their own families have maintained for decades. Some are obtained, taken with minimal negotiations as the Winchesters see fit, often as payment for their services and interventions.
No one dare complain. The Winchester network is far and wide, their power unrivaled. John and Mary Winchester ruled with great power and some compassion. However, as they grow older, they are looking to retire and withdraw from the hunting world. Their empire thus falling onto the shoulders of their two sons, Dean and Sam. Dean, being the older of the two, has taken on the role of ‘Leader-in-training’. He too ruling as his father before him, but with a significant lack of compassion. He feels compassion only leads to weakness, his reign reflecting the darkness of the world and within himself.
Previously, training regimens consisted of working with the individual, building up their natural talents and making them stronger. But Dean has argued that this only leads to cracks and weaknesses that can be exploited. His beliefs - his new process - is to completely strip and break the soul and spirit of the individual, leaving them blank and ready to be refilled with the skills and knowledge to be the best hunters possible.