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The Arrangement (Part 10: The Gala)

Summary: The gala finally arrives, and Dean is absolutely floored by your dress. An interaction with Samuel leaves Dean fuming, but you calm him down. Dean finally admits his feelings.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,300 (hold onto your hats kids it’s a long one)

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, anxiety, mild smuttiness

A/N: It’s here it’s here it’s here it’s here the gala is finally HERE I’m so excited for you guys to read this part!!! It’s long, so settle in! This part is inspired by the song In Case You Didn’t Know, by Brett Young (ohmygod now I’m so nervous to post this aaaaahhhhh)

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Y/N: Sorry I fell off the face of the earth. I was super busy and I still kind of am but I’m going to just see where this goes and keep doing requests and stuff whenever I get a chance. Okay love you all xoxo

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concept: y/n is supposed to have dinner with tyler and jenna but while y/n is trying to get dressed, every time y/n puts something on, josh takes something else off…?

*female reader, smut

Water rushed down against your skin, hair tousled between your fingers, soapy suds sliding down your back, steam rising from the shower, your lips pressed together, eyes closed, humming a soft tune of a song your boyfriend had been caught listening to earlier that day. Warm showers were always something you enjoyed, the way the water glided down your body, messy hair cascading down your shoulders, steamy hot air surrounding you, able to close your eyes and be alone. Although you had enjoyed some pretty amazing shower sessions with your boyfriend Josh in the past, you had to admit that sometimes being alone was just as pleasurable.

As you rinsed yourself off and stepped out of the shower, you looked in the mirror, drawing a smiley face in the foggy glass simply for your own amusement, then snatching a towel and wrapping it around your body. You walked out of the bathroom and stepped into your bedroom, picking up your phone and eyes going wide. “Fuck,” you gasped.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Josh raised an eyebrow, turning around to reveal his outfit, a fine tuxedo with a tie to match your outfit. “Oh gosh.”

“Yeah,” you gulped nervously. “I’m going to make us so fucking late. In fact, I think we already are. Geez, I am so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Josh reassured.

“Not it’s not,” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest. “Dammit I even called to make sure you were already dressed when you came home from work and that I’d be ready for you to pick me up and I just feel-”

“Sweetie, it’s fine. Really,” Josh insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed across from where you were standing, nervously biting your lower lip. “We have dinner with Tyler and Jenna every month. I’m sure being a little late once won’t totally ruin our relationship with them. They’re very forgiving.”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head, closing your eyes tight, cursing yourself over and over in your head. “You don’t understand. Jenna’s been trying to get these reservations for months. It’s one of the fanciest restaurants in town and they’re constantly busy, I can’t believe I’m already running late.”

“Y/n, trust me. It’s going to be okay,” Josh explained.

“Why didn’t you knock on the door and tell me?” you groaned.

“I just got home,” he told you. “I thought you were just in the bathroom or something. I didn’t know you were taking a shower.”

“I’m so screwed,” you muttered under your breath, running a hand through your hair. “Please call Tyler and tell him we’re on our way. I’ve got to get dressed.”

“Babe,” Josh eyed you up and down slowly. “I’m telling you, honest, it’s fine.”

“Shut up and call him,” you insisted, rushing over to your closet and trying to find the dress you had agreed on wearing for over a week now. Your stupid ass ruined everything, and it was something you and Jenna had planned for almost forever, everything down to the smallest detail. You felt like crying, but forced yourself to suck it up, try to clear your mind, forget about it, and instead, use as much time as you had right now to change things and make it right. You were so angry at yourself, knowing you had already fucked everything up. You fumbled for the dress, finally picking the hanger out of the closet and taking a step back when you felt two arms snake around your hips, pulling your back so it was pressed against his chest.

“I think you need to lose the towel, sweetheart,” Josh whispered in your ear.

“I think you need to prioritize,” you narrowed your eyes, turning around and pushing him back.

“I am,” he nodded. “You’ve always been my number one priority.”

“Jenna’s going to be pissed,” you grumbled.

“No she’s not,” he rolled his eyes. You discarded your towel and Josh instantly smirked, eyes gazing at your exposed body. “Besides, we’re already late anyways.”

“Exactly. That means we need to hurry the hell up,” you argued. You paced over to the dresser, tugging it open and bending down to pick up your bra and underwear, Josh raising his eyebrows and eyeing you carefully. “Oh stop it. We don’t have time for this.”

“We always have time for this,” Josh reminded. You glared at him and slid on your panties, watching as he skillfully removed his tie from around his neck, then the suit jacket.

“We’re supposed to be getting dressed,” you snapped, fixing on your bra as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Not undressed.”

“I know,” he shrugged, undoing the last button and tossing the dress shirt across the bed.

“Josh,” you hissed, grabbing your dress and stepping into it, pulling it up towards your body as he unbuckled his pants, unzipping them, slowly sliding them down as you adjusted your dress. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You tell me,” he winked, kicking off his pants and walking over to you slowly.

“Joshua,” you stated his name more forcefully this time, trying to stay serious and angry. “Put on your goddamn clothes. We’re so fucking late.” It took every particle within your being not to stop and stare at his chest, the way his muscles accentuated his tattoo sleeve, how wonderful he looked, how you just wanted to run your hands down his skin and kiss him all over. No, you couldn’t think about that. You had to get to the restaurant and you needed to do it now.

“Mmm I think I’d rather stay in for the night,” he insisted. “I mean, my clothes are off, I’m kind of comfortable, and you look really lovely in that dress. Kind of makes me want to see what’s underneath again, for a longer period of time than the last maybe. I mean, you did get dressed sort of quick-”

“Goodness gracious, Josh!” you finally lost it, rage boiling up inside of you, fists clenched at your sides. “We plan a dinner for how many weeks and then we can’t even get there on time, much less get dressed? This is ridiculous!”

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he smiled, managing to somehow look past all the fury overflowing from inside you.

“Shut up,” you maintained your glare, glancing down for a split second to realize he had a hard on before flickering your eyes up to meet his, still trying to fight the temptation.

“Come on baby, you know you want to,” he sighed, slowly moving his hand down his chest to his boxers. He dipped his thumb underneath the fabric, outlining the waistband, slowly moving it lower, exposing his hips. “I’m already hard.”

“Fuck it,” you instantly placed your lips on his, both of you sharing an open mouthed, passionate, desperate kiss. He quickly went to work on the zipper of your dress, tugging down the fabric and picking you up out of it, placing you onto the mattress of the bed and laying down on top of you.

“Shouldn’t have even bothered getting dressed,” he mumbled in between greedy kisses.

“I should’ve known,” you chuckled, kissing him one last time before his lips trailed down your neck, nipping at your skin and gliding his tongue across the pain and replacing it with pleasure, leaving hickeys as he traveled towards your breasts, unhooking your bra and sliding that off of your shoulders before grazing his teeth past one of your nipples, massaging your other breast with his hand.

“So beautiful,” he barely breathed as he placed kisses on your chest.

“Shit,” you gasped, tilting your head back into the pillows as he started to move lower, palms slowly gliding down your stomach, pressing soft kisses to your belly, then your waist, and lower, until his thumbs hooked the waistband of your panties and slid them down. Before you could even say another word his mouth was on your core, licking stripes up and down your folds, making you let out a loud moan. “Holy fuck, Josh.”

“That’s right, y/n,” he mumbled, moving his hand over your entrance and slowly inserting a finger, pumping it in and out, flicking his tongue against your skin. “Say my name.”

“Oh god, Josh,” you moaned even louder, him inserting another finger and picking up the pace, his tongue tracing circles over your clit, making you grab fistfuls of his hair, tugging at it desperately. You were so close to cumming when he pulled away, making you whimper for more, and he licked his lips, smirking as he slowly sucked your fluids off his fingers, remaining eye contact with you the entire time.

“You want this, baby?” he stroked a hand over his clothed cock. “You sure you don’t want to go to the dinner? I mean, if you really insist, I’m pretty sure you were set on going. I’m sure we can just-”

“No,” you shook your head. “Josh, don’t tease me.”

“I don’t know,” he looked away innocently. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s best we just go back, apologize, still try to make it.”

“Shut up,” you demanded, turning him over onto the mattress so you were straddling his hips, tugging down his boxers and sliding them off his ankles, tossing them off of the bed. “I want to fuck you so bad. You keep tempting me, keep teasing me, I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

“Then do it,” he stared at me, brown eyes intimidating and overwhelming yet so fucking tempting. “If you want it so badly babe, all you need to do is fuck me. Fuck me good and fuck me hard.”

“Whatever you say,” you smirked, carefully taking his dick in your hands and lining him up with your entrance before pushing down, sliding every inch inside of you, gasping and tilting your head up, listening to Josh let out a soft moan.

“Oh fuck y/n,” he bit down on his lower lip. “Ride me, baby. Fuck me so good.”

“You don’t have to say it twice,” you narrowed your eyes, thrusting your hips and pushing him even deeper, moving up and down. His hands gripped your waist, pushing you faster, harder, putting you at an even quicker pace. With every thrust you grew closer, your legs trembling, gasps and moans starting to get harder to restrain. Josh was a mess too, and you could feel from the way his movements began to get sloppy, more desperate, both of you barely hanging on.

“Shit,” he moaned as you both orgasmed, riding out waves of euphoria as you both came, your sweaty and exhausted body soon collapsing on top of his, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. “Dammit you feel so good, y/n.”

“Totally worth it,” you let out a light chuckle, his arms wrapping around you and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “What are we going to tell Tyler and Jenna though?”

“We’ll figure something out,” Josh reassured. Just then, his phone rang from the nightstand and you both stared at it. “Maybe I should get it. It’s Tyler after all.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, reaching for it and then handing it to Josh. You were surprised there weren’t any missed phone calls or texts.

“Hey Ty, look I’m so sorry-” Josh began to say but Tyler was already speaking.

“I’m so sorry, look, Jenna and I got a little distracted and I guess we weren’t keeping track of time. We didn’t make it to the reservations, I’m so sorry dude, you must’ve been waiting forever,” Tyler quickly explained. Josh blinked for a few seconds, staring at you and then laughing. “Wait. You’re not mad?”

“It’s kind of a funny story,” Josh stifled a laugh. “Me and y/n never ended up making it either. We sort of had the same predicament you guys did.”

“Ah, I’m not sure it was quite the same,” Tyler insisted with a small chuckle. “I’m sure you both had quite the uh, distraction though, too.”

“Believe me, I did,” Josh grinned. “Anyways, we’ll do dinner some other time I’m guessing?”

“Sure,” Tyler decided. “Anyways, you two enjoy your uh, whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Why? What were you two doing?” Josh raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Watching a movie,” Tyler stuttered.

“You sure it was a movie?” Josh persisted.

“Oh shut up,” Tyler argued, you could practically hear the eye roll from on the other side of the line. “Dinner next week work for you?”

“Yeah,” Josh nodded. “See you later.” He hung up the phone and then set it on the night stand before turning towards you again.

“So, we’ve got the rest of the night to ourselves I assume?” you asked.

“You bet your ass we do,” Josh smiled. “You know what that means?”

“We put our clothes back on like normal people and go out to dinner ourselves?” you raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Josh. I didn’t buy that dress for nothing.”

“You always looked best undressed, sweetheart,” he insisted. “I was thinking something a little different.”

“Then what?” you narrowed your eyes.

“I was thinking we should just stay in for the night,” he winked. “That means we have time for round two.”

the wedding- h.s imagine

“Aloha, Hawaii!” Harry yelled while grinning at the view he was looking at from the airplane window.

You chuckled and dog tagged the page you were reading in your book and leaned over to look at the islands below you. “This is going to be so awesome!” you cheered.

Harry looked over at you with a wide grin, “I’m so glad you agreed to be my date.”

You blushed and nodded your head. You grabbed Harry’s hand and intertwined your fingers together. “I’m glad you asked.”

Yours and Harry’s relationship was still at the honeymoon phase. Even though your relationship was about ten months old, you guys couldn’t get enough of each other. You guys were constantly texting each other. Constantly you guys found yourself at the other’s apartments for days. It was puppy love. That’s why Harry asked you to be his date to Jon’s wedding, with permission from the bride of course.

Once the plane finally landed, Harry collected his and your belongings before leading the both of you out of the private airplane he had arranged. He wanted to try to make things as perfect as possible for you since it was your first time in Hawaii. When you guys got off the plane, there were two people who placed leis on your head and welcomed you with a kind, “Aloha.”

Harry looked over at you, a colorful lei rested on his chest. He mimicked the words that you said to him earlier. “This is going to be awesome.”

“Goodness gracious, Harry! The view is amazing!” You exclaimed while looking out the balcony from your hotel room. It was overlooking the ocean. Down below you could see little shops and street vendors that you just couldn’t wait to take a look at. You turned around to see Harry standing in the middle of the room, smirking at you. You chuckled loudly, having to cover your mouth to contain yourself. He was wearing his iconic bright yellow swim trunks and in his hands was a two pice for you that matched. “Shall we check out the water?”

You were finishing the last of your makeup when you saw Harry’s reflection in the mirror in front of you. You smiled softly, “Why Mr. Styles. Don’t you look ravishing.” You turned around to see him blushing softly. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “But don’t you know it’s bad luck to wear white when you’re not the bride?” you smirked.

Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. You were wearing a navy dress, a color that Harry loved on you. “I’m sure people will be focusing more on the bride than on me.” You smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, careful not to get your lipstick on him. You whispered into his ear, “I know I’ll have a hard time focusing.”

As the bride was walking down the aisle with her father, you noticed Jon, the groom, tearing up a little. Your eyes brimmed with tears yourself. You were an absolute sucker to weddings. You loved hearing the vows the bride and grooms made for one another. You loved hearing the stories on how they met and most importantly, how they fell in love with one another. You thought it was so sweet whenever the groom cried. To you, it showed how happy they were that they were getting to marry their best friend. (Even though some argue that the groom crying was lame according to your guy friends) Harry was looking over you occasionally during the ceremony. He knows he should have been focusing on the couple in front of them, but he couldn’t help thinking about you being his bride one day. He smiled at the thought while staring at you. You looked over when you noticed his eyes on you and gave him a smile as well. You reached over and intertwined your fingers together.

The little girl sat on your lap was cooing at you and Harry. Both you and Harry looked like absolute idiots trying to make her laugh by making random faces at her. She howled in laughter when Harry pretended he was a crab. The little girl’s mother came back, smiling at the both of you. “Thank you for watching her. I’ve had to use the bathroom for the longest time.” Her daughter crawled out of your lap and back into her mother’s. “No problem at all. She’s lovely.” You smiled while booping the little girl’s nose.

Adele’s “When We Were Young” started to play softly on the dance floor. Harry, knowing how much of a sucker you were for Adele, held out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

You smiled and took his hand, letting him lead you to the dance floor. The little girl’s mom smiled at the both of you, knowing that you guys had something special. Anyone with eyes could see it.

Harry wrapped his arms around your waist while you did the same to his neck. The both of you staring into each other’s eyes, swaying to the music. It was a comfortable silence. The kind of silence where no words needed to be exchanged. Harry was the one to break it. “I love you.”

You smiled and rested your head on his chest, “I love you too.”

Harry placed his chin on top of your head. “Is it bad that the whole time of the ceremony, I was imagining you as my bride one day?”

You looked up at him and smiled, “No.”

He smiled back at you before you continued, “Cause I was imaging you as being my groom one day.”

omfg looking at all the pics of harry in hawaii i was like how can i nOT write something?! lol, i hope you guys enjoyed it as much as i did writing it!

Sometimes It's Not the Elf You Have to Worry About

Alistair and the Warden visit a local shop to pick up supplies.  The shop keeper questions her motives and Alistair unexpectedly intervenes.

Alistair x female elf Warden (could also just be friends)

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“I’m sorry, but your master needs to be here to approve o’ this,” the man’s voice was drawn and overly sweet.

“I….”  She turned her head in thought, sure she was mishearing.  “What?”

“This much money.  Now, how do I know you didn’t go stealin’ this and plan to make a run for it?  Seein’ all these supplies.”

Alistair was staring at a shelf full of children’s toys beside her.  Models of warriors, Templars, animals, and golems lined up in neat rows stared back down at him.

A scowl colored her features, annoyance overtaking it.  “You’re saying I’m a thief?  That I stole this money?”

“Now that’s not what I said, little one.”

Alistair’s interest turned into a frown.  He took the few strides over to the encounter and grabbed the man by his shirt front, pulling him halfway across the counter.  The store owner yelped, flailing his limbs for balance, but settled on grabbing Alistair’s armored arm for support.

“Does she really look like a thief?”  His tone was still normal in that almost joking way that Alistair spoke.  Or at least, rather normal for a man holding another by the scruff of the neck.  “Or just an elf?”

“Are you her master?” the store owner squeaked.  “I’ll just-“

Alistair pulled the man further across the counter, the shopkeepers feet kicking at the air as he lay prone across the wood.

“Does she look like a thief?  Or an elf?” he asked again, voice patient, but punctuated, none of his usual comical inflections this time.

“An elf,” the man answered, meek and quiet.  A realization began to crest its way across his features, turning them into a regret that was too inspired by fear.

Alistair dropped him and turned to beam at his companion.  “My lady!”  He announced with a dramatic rise in tone.   “Have you heard the good news?  This gracious shopkeeper has offered us a hefty discount!”

The older man stood and did his best to smooth out his rumpled shirt and smock.  He was trying to avoid looking at either of them for very long.

The younger warden glanced between the two a moment, still recovering from Alistair’s sudden intervention. It was unlike him to show such sudden aggression, but his charming smile was too much to resist.  She found herself mirroring it right back at him.

“Oh, is that right?”  She played along, sarcasm dripping from her words.  She turned to point to the shelf of figures.  “I hear he’s throwing in a free whichever of those you’d like!”

Her smile took on an impish edge and she could have sworn Alistair squealed in delight.

If a man in heavy armor could have bounced back over to the toys he would have.  “Maker, how do I choose?”  His words no longer held the mocking tone.  His joy was genuine.

She turned back to the shopkeeper, the humor dropping from her face all at once.

“Sometimes it’s not the elf you have to worry about.”  She slapped the money onto the counter, pulled the bag of items onto her shoulder, and joined Alistair in picking out his prize.

Hail Mary, Part Two

By popular demand, a wee morning-after follow-up to my original post based on this anon prompt: 

I really liked this earlier Imagine: ‘Imagine in ep 1 they party stops to sleep for a little bit and Claire is freezing, so Jamie offers to warm her discreetly’. Would any mods be willing to continue this story or another alt point-of-view where J & C get closer, more affectionate, more sexual tension in those moments in beginning of book Outlander? Love your fanfic!! You ladies are so creative!

Catch up with Hail Mary PART ONE: 

>> Be warned: this installment is slightly more NSFW -❤️ Mod Bonnie

Part Two 

I was ice and electricity. Every cell, every muscle fiber, every neuron somehow both frozen and exploding with the same insuppressible energy.

A sound of need. Mine? His? Yes, each rising to answer the other in kind. 

Warm arms came suddenly tight around my back, lifting me, then lowering me—maddeningly slowly—down to straddle his broad thighs. Everything was heat. A warm mouth explored mine and I struggled against warm hands that kept my hips confined, keeping me from taking what I wanted. The warm fingers gripped tight even as they dragged upward, skimming under my shift to the narrows of my waist; up still further to thumb—for the barest of tantalizing instants—the tender, yearning underflesh of my breasts. I cried out in distress to feel the mouth—that blazing, devouring mouth—leave mine and a cloud of white obscure my vision. The sound had barely left my throat, though, before it was obliterated by another, a cracking moan of startled, throbbing relief as the mouth began to worship first one nipple, then the other, then the first again. The breathtaking sensations fell through me like whisky in my blood, and my body begged, begged, for more, pleading out a desperate, wordless question over and over in empty thrusts and moans. I gasped as the question was suddenly and forcefully answered, just as wordlessly; gasped at the visceral relief of being filled deep with red-hot iron. We moved together, the heat of his cock stoking and then igniting me, actual flames licking outward from my womb to encircle every inch of me. I wasn’t frightened of them; far from it, for they transformed me into a Fury, all-powerful to consume. Consume I did, riding him hard, and then harder, grinding furiously against the thumb that had the sensitive flesh above our joining glowing like a coal, sending shockwaves of heat up my spine. I began to keen, fast and urgently; then laughed darkly as I heard him begin to do the same under my power. My cries drove him, and his, me; together we roared, rising upward, and upward, and still upward into a seething conflagration of burning skin and breath and pounding blood, until—

I awoke to waves of pleasure rolling through me, my limbs quaking in the aftershocks of a rather spectacular orgasm. I closed my eyes tight at once, and exhaled, trying to savor the fleeting, pulsing sensations for as long as I might: the blood pounding between my legs; the comfort of being held by strong, warm arms; the beautiful, manly smell all around me; the unspeakable joy of being sheltered by the body that had just brought mine to compl—

My eyes snapped open.

Jesus H….

His ruddy forelocks were in his eyes, inches from mine. His head was lolled back slightly against the grain sacks, but even so nearly rested against my own. His arms were tight around me, still… and mine were around him.


I was still trying to catch my breath from the rigors of orgasm and the heated encounter of my dream, and couldn’t tear my eyes away from his mouth. 

Those lips…warm lips….

I supposed it…

…had been….?

Of course it was a dream, idiot. You saw how nervous he was to touch you. He nearly soiled himself when time came to get that sopping shift off. 

Despite everything, I had to stifle a giggle at the memory of him, going suddenly stock-still and screwing his eyes and fists tight, looking unmistakably like a naughty child caught red-handed and steeling himself for a whipping. Thank goodness for Murtagh’s sang-froid; and, for that matter, that I was no fainting ninny! While, granted, I had never before had the experience of being urgently undressed outside the realm of the boudoir, my upbringing with Uncle Lamb—to say nothing of the exigencies of six years as a combat nurse—had trained me not to fret over prudish concerns. No embarrassment to be had over matters of propriety if one dies of hypothermia while quibbling over them.  

No, it had been a dream. How could it be otherwise with those otherworldly flames that had surrounded us during our pounding, burning ecstasy? Besides, as little as I knew about Mr. McTavish’s past, I did think I knew him well enough to surmise that he was not one to seduce a lady in the night, particularly not one he had taken under his protection. 

….but God, I thought, letting my palm feel the curves of pectoral muscle beneath it, the strength of him, “our ecstasy,” my subconscious brain had just called it. It had felt so real, so immediate, so….

Guilt gripped my stomach, violent and indicting, in an attempt to distract from the other, more pleasurable tightenings occurring in my body at the thought. I was a married woman, for Christ’s sake;  and yet, here I was, practically naked by the standards of the eighteenth century, having both spent the night in the arms of a huge, rugged Scot and enjoyed shockingly detailed dreams about having my way with him. 

E n j o y e d.

Yes, I felt guilt. Not for having the dream…but for the undeniable part of my being that wished it hadn’t been a dream at all. Even now, in the faint light of pre-dawn, that great opportunity to dismiss the foolish fancies of night and revert to reality with no questions asked, I couldn’t deny the things I was feeling for him, the sensations that still had my body lit like a candle against his…wanting more. 

I shifted slightly to look more fully up into his face. I started a bit to see his mouth turned up in a smile. Good gracious, had he been watching me the whole time? Seen me staring at him for minutes while trying to get a bloody grip on myself? But no…he was still asleep, eyes closed and breathing steadily. The smile had been just a momentary flicker, it seemed, for his face was impassive once more. The high, elegant cheekbones; the golden stubble breaking out along his jaw; the soft movement of his breath against my forehead as he held me close and warm, even in sleep. 

A sound of tenderness escaped my throat, as I thought thinking back on all the moments Jamie and I had shared, from the first day at the stones, to Leoch, these long days on the road….and last night. 

No, it wasn’t just lust I felt, potent as it was. This man, this fierce warrior, big and strong enough to destroy a man in battle, had cared for me through the night, holding me as carefully and gently as he would a kitten. Despite his hesitation, his evident fear of crossing the boundary of propriety, he had given me the warmth of his body, cradling me to him and chanting soft words over me. He had seen me safe.

My fingers were reaching out as if of their own accord, needing to touch him. “You sweet lad,” I whispered, and I grinned widely to see him smile once more in sleep at the touch, the warm cheek tightening under my fingertips.

Suddenly, though, his eyes flicked open wide and met mine dead-on. My grin fell into an expression of blank shock, and I tried to adopt a casual air as I—bloody goddamn fucking fool, Beauchamp—moved my hand to my scalp to feign an itch that convinced no one. 

He was gracious enough not to call me out on this half-rate pageantry. “Did ye sleep well, Mistress?” he whispered, voice scratchy with sleep, looking down now with an expression of shy eagerness.

“Yes,” I whispered back, tucking my hair nervously back behind my ear, avoiding his eye. “Thank—thank you again, Mr. McTavish…for warming me.”

The whooshing rush of melting ice. A burning tongue tracing up the lines of my neck and hollow of my ear. Our cries rising high and fierce above the roar of the fire.


“And—and you?” I stammered, my voice several notes higher than I’d ever heard it and my cheeks so red I thought he could surely see, even in the dim light. “Did you, erm, sleep well?”

He certainly didn’t look it. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark circles underneath. “Oh—oh aye—” he said, with a faint grin. “Verra pleasur—pleasantly!—to—to be sure.” He blushed furiously and averted his eyes. 

Suddenly the panicked impulse to vomit came over me and I had to clench all the muscles in my body to quiet the screaming alarm bells going off in my head. My own nocturnal experience might have been a dream, and certainly I hadn’t actually ravished Mr. McTavish, but had I done something lewd to him in my sleep while having it? Frank had always said I was inclined to writhe wantonly about in sleep before initiating sex; my body’s own clarion call. Had I—?

Oh. FUCKING. Hell.

Mortified, my cheeks all pins-and-needles from anxiety, I began to jerk free my arm from where it lay pinioned behind his back, mumbling, “I should— gobacktomytent—proper clothes, you know—b-breakfast—”

Before I could extricate myself, though, his hands tightened on me, and he uttered the tiniest of sounds. I surely wouldn’t have heard it, had I not been still pressed against his chest. It was a pitiful kind of noise; a whimper? expressing, in the barest of instants, both protest…and need.  

Slowly, I looked back up into his face. The same emotions were written there, too. “It’s…an hour or more until full dawn,” he said, voice tentative and cracking. “Ye might…stay a while longer, yet…so as not to wake the others?”

I might stay….

I might stay.

Shaking the image of standing stones from my vision, I saw the anxiety rushing across his features at my silence. “Christ, I dinna mean to say—not that—only if ye—”

I laid a hand on his shoulder and he stilled. “I wouldn’t want to wake the others,” I said quietly.

“No…” he breathed, blue eyes clear and alight. 

“And…I am still a bit cold,” I whispered hoarsely. That wasn’t a lie, I told myself belligerently. It was a cold morning. It WAS.

“Well, then…” he said, voice low and deep and resonant against my skin, rippling down all the way to my fingertips. 

Just until dawn, I bargained silently with my conscience.

Slowly, I lowered myself back down to him, resting my cheek against his shoulder. I thought I heard him sigh; in contentment? It was rather hard to tell for sure, for my own sigh—escaping me as I settled back into the warm arms and felt the warm hands pull me subtly closer against him—seemed to drown out out all other concerns. 

God, lad…the things you bloody do to me. 

…my sweet Jamie. 

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anonymous asked:

I feel like Sportacus is the type to go to a neighborhood adoption one day by chance and adopt EVERY PUPPY IN THE LITTER because "look at them they need homes and I have one" and end up one day tripping and swimming in a see of happy puppy cuddles and face licking. Do you agree or disagree this is for science.

!!!! Oh my goodness gracious this is canon sorry I don’t make the rules.

He’s just on a run for supplies or something in a different city and chanced upon the adoption agency. Sees there’s like eight puppies in need of a home and he didn’t even stand a chance the moment he finds a pair of bright black eyes looking at him. He just goes into the puppy enclosure, sits down and let the puppies sniff him all over. Then he just scoops all of them in his arms and goes all, “I need them in my life.”

So his previously barren airship is filled with all sorts of stuff he’ll need to look after eight puppies. Let’s just say he had a sizable sum of cash tucked away from previous heroic deeds he did in the past so he was able to splurge on everything. 

All the pups gets collars and names. There’s Apple, Plum, Orange, Peach, Kiwi, Cherry, Grape and Rufus. 

Sport’s got a new way to channel his high amounts of energy on. Entertaining puppies is tough work but he’s willing to get knee deep in the dirt and grime for them. He took to sleeping on the floor with his puppers and would 110% wake up in the morning to puppy cuddles and kisses. 

Eventually, he takes all of them out for a walk or to the park for some playtime. Once the kids sees him as his army of puppies, they’d just be all over them like hot pancakes in the morning.

He’s happy to see everyone get along. Then he sees Robbie, who’s trying to inconspicuously observe them from afar. Calls him over and it didn’t take much coaxing because Robbie honestly wanted to see those puppers. His face just brightens up when a couple of puppies goes over to him, sniffing him all over. He very nearly tears up when Rufus licks the hand he held out.

It wasn’t long before the kids, Robbie and Sport are just sitting together, a puppy for everyone to hold onto, pet and play with. Sporty gets this family-esque feeling and his heart just blossoms with warmth. 

anonymous asked:

Maybe a dumb question, but after all that happened last year and all the snark and not so nice things at times you tweeted Sam, was it strange for you to meet him? I hope not :) I'm just wondering, since I never met a celeb, if "the history" you have with a celeb, plays into your feelings or the meeting.

hahahaha you know what? it was a little bit but not as weird as I thought it would be. He’s really really sweet and gracious and just lovely in person. It makes me feel a little bit bad about all the shit I’ve said to him online bc I’d never say any of that in person haha. I stand by everything I’ve said but idk. he does seem like a genuinely good guy so who the hell knows what kind of fuckery is going on BTS that’s making him look so bad.

and BY THE WAY I’ve seen people say I’m throwing shade at Sam by saying I love Cait more. it’s not shade - please look up the definition of shade. I just love her more and you love Sam more. Good for you :) Sam has become my very problematic fave.

Pt. 4 How To Achieve Tranquility Of The Heart?

Thinking well of Allāh (ﷻ):

It was narrated from Abū Hurayrah – Allāh be pleased with him – that the Messenger of Allāh (ﷺ) said, Allāh (ﷻ) said:

“I am as My servant’s opinion of Me.”

— Ṣaḥīḥ al-Bukhārī (7505)

“Allāh (ﷻ) probably hates me. I am so bad; I always mess up. I don’t deserve any good from Allāh (ﷻ), and as punishment, I probably will not be given success in my other endeavors.”

How many people have felt this way at some point? Sometimes, our sins weigh heavily on us. We recognize our mistakes but instead of turning back to Allāh (ﷻ), we turn away. We feel that we must be so bad that even the All-Merciful will reject us. Other times, we do not see the fruits of our perseverance and believe that we will not be given what we have worked so hard for. Perhaps we do not even begin an endeavor, thinking there is no use.

Unfortunately, when we do this, we attribute human qualities to Allāh (ﷻ). We act as if Allāh (ﷻ) has some grudge against us that will heal as soon as He punishes us or rejects one of our requests. We act as though Allāh (ﷻ) is just waiting for us to slip up and say “Ha! Caught you!” We assume that we have to “deserve” the mercy of Allāh (ﷻ) by being almost perfect. This sounds absurd when articulated, but our actions unfortunately indicate that we believe otherwise.

What does this thought process actually tell us about ourselves? It tells us that we did not really have hope in Him (ﷻ) to begin with. Rather, our hope was in what we believed to be our own good deeds or abilities. Once we slip up or feel that we do not have the strength to continue, we do not think well enough of Allāh (ﷻ) to believe that He will guide us through. We must understand that when we think well of Allāh (ﷻ), that is what we will find.

Think well of Allāh (ﷻ) when embarking on something difficult, even if you fail

When the most beloved person to Allāh (ﷻ), the Prophet (ﷺ), was thinking of migrating to Madīnah, he started talking to all of the different tribes that came for Hajj in the hopes that one of them would accept Islām or at least offer the believers protection. He spoke to different tribes and was rejected by all of them. Some of the tribes even cursed and mocked him. Can you imagine the feeling of being rejected by five? What would happen after ten rejected you? How low would your morale be? When would you have given up?

Finally, he (ﷺ) met a few youth from Madīnah who believed in his message. He did not despair because he had a good opinion of Allāh (ﷻ), which motivated him; he knew Allāh (ﷻ) would not leave him.

Many people give up in the face of something seemingly impossible. Sometimes, we give up on an individual level: getting married, getting that job we want; sometimes it is on a global level, such as injustice in the Muslim world. The point of the struggle is to realize who is in charge. It is Allāh (ﷻ). Allāh (ﷻ) has told us that He is as His servant’s think of Him. If we think well, then that is what we will find. If we do not, then that is what we will find. Your opinion should be that Allāh (ﷻ) is so Merciful that He will come to your aid.

What happens when we are faced with failure? When one does not get something, even if their intention was for the sake of Allāh (ﷻ), they should not feel disheartened. You have a good opinion of Allāh (ﷻ); “failure” is just a minor setback. You need to be tested to strengthen your resolve. If you do not get that amazing job you want, know that Allāh (ﷻ) has saved something better for you. Only He knows what is best for you.

Think well of Allāh (ﷻ) when you sin

What about when we constantly slip-up and cannot leave a certain sin? For some of us, this makes us give up on ourselves; we believe we don’t deserve any good from Allāh (ﷻ). We have to remember that Allāh (ﷻ) is al-Wadūd (the Most Loving). It is not about deserving. If you thank Allāh (ﷻ), He gives you more. It is not because we deserve more, it is because Allāh (ﷻ) is that Great. He is that Generous. Shayṭtān (the devil) makes us focus on how bad we are in order that we despair of Allāh’s mercy, when the Prophet (ﷺ) taught us:

“All the children of ʾĀdam‎ constantly err, but the best of those who constantly err are those who constantly repent.”

— Sunan Ibn Mājah (4251)

The Prophet (ﷺ) said:

“One of the signs of excellence of one’s worship is thinking well of Allāh (ﷻ).”

— Aḥmad

This does not mean that we should not reflect on our state.

Al-Ḥasan al-Baṣrī – Allāh have mercy upon him – said:

“A true believer is one who thinks well of Allāh (ﷻ) and therefore does good, whereas the disobedient one thinks bad of Allāh (ﷻ) and therefore does bad.”

If we think well of Allāh (ﷻ), no matter how bad we are, we also have hope that we can be better and thus we strive to do good deeds. If we think badly of Allāh (ﷻ), we assume that He will never forgive us nor can He make us better; so we continue to sin. However, we should not make a mockery of this concept and deliberately sin, thinking Allāh (ﷻ) will forgive us anyway. One of the key principles of repentance is regret. If we do not truly regret the sin, and simply ask for forgiveness to have that sin erased, we are paying lip service.

When we do wrong, let us feel guilty, but let us also flee to Allāh (ﷻ). Have a good opinion of Allāh (ﷻ). If you are sincere, He will forgive you. He is that forgiving. He is that Great. He is that Magnanimous. Even when we commit the same sin again and again and again, our good opinion of Allāh (ﷻ) should let us know that as long as we constantly strive against our nafs (lower self) and against that part of us that wants to indulge in that sin, we have already been forgiven. At the end of the day, it is Shayṭtān who wants us to go to hell, not Allāh (ﷻ). Allāh (ﷻ) tells us in the Qurʾān:

وَاللَّهُ يُرِيدُ أَن يَتُوبَ عَلَيْكُمْ وَيُرِيدُ الَّذِينَ يَتَّبِعُونَ الشَّهَوَاتِ أَن تَمِيلُوا مَيْلًا عَظِيمًا

Translation: “Allāh wants to accept your repentance, but those who follow [their] passions want you to digress [into] a great deviation.” — Sūrat an-Nisāʼ (4:27)

Shayṭtān does not just want you to go to hell, but also wants to ensure you live in hell in this world. Just like he despaired, he wants you to despair. Our good opinion of Allāh (ﷻ) should never allow us to do that. Allāh (ﷻ) wants to accept your repentance, because your repenting is recognition of His Name al-Ghaffar (the One who constantly forgives).

Just as the Prophet (ﷺ) told us that Allāh (ﷻ) is too gracious to turn away the hand that asks Him, He is also too Merciful to disappoint you and your good opinion of Him.

Think well of Allāh (ﷻ)  when you are tested

Tests come to us in a myriad of ways. We have already discussed why tests happen in a previous post (x), so I will not discuss it too much here. We should just know that thinking well of Allāh (ﷻ) should make us look beyond the test. This test is something from Allāh (ﷻ), and He wants to teach us, to purify us from sin, to strengthen us, and to bring us closer to Him. We do not have a cruel God; our God is the Most Merciful of those who show Mercy. When we approach our tests with that frame of mind, we cannot but gain from our experience, ʾin shāʾallāh.

So what does it mean to think well of Allāh (ﷻ)?

It means to take that step. When we mess up, even if we messed up in a major way, we return to Him. We return to Him recognizing that what we did was truly horrible, but we ask for His forgiveness because we know He is that forgiving, and that His Mercy encompasses everything. When we mess up again and again, and feel sick of ourselves, we return to Him with a sincere duʿāʾ (supplication) to help us stop, knowing that He will respond. It means having grand hopes and aspirations, and working towards them knowing that Allāh (ﷻ) said:

إِنَّا لَا نُضِيعُ أَجْرَ مَنْ أَحْسَنَ عَمَلًا

Translation: “We will not allow to be lost the reward of any who did well in deeds.” — Sūrat al-Kahf (18:30) 

Kurt sits up, his customary three pillows cushioned up behind him, his hands clasped in prayer, his lips moving soundlessly. Leaning over the counter in the bathroom, Logan’s engaged in his own nightly ritual of meticulously plucking his eyebrows. Being the Wolverine may have plenty of perks, but all that hair growing back overnight is definitely one of the downsides. And Logan’ll be damned before he goes up against ol’ Buckethead or Arcade with a damn monobrow.

“Hey, elf,” he calls through the open bathroom door, “can I ask you something?”

Evidently not while he’s praying. Kurt doesn’t answer him at first; he finishes up and murmurs, “Amen.” Then he glances across the room at his partner. “Hmm?” he says, looking sleepy, the fur on one side of his face tufted upward. “What, what is it?”

Logan finishes with the tweezers and tosses them back in his toiletries bag. “How does God hear you when you always pray so quiet?” he says, flopping down onto the bed. The old mattress sinks under the added weight.

Kurt rolls his eyes and crosses an ankle over Logan’s, curling into him like a content cat. “Because,” he says, smirking, “He has ears like a wolverine.”

They get into arguments a lot. Over everything. Which kind of ice cream to buy, whose turn it is to take Kitty to dance class, which Danger Room scenario to run, whether Cher was better pre- or post-breakup.

Occasionally when they’re fighting, Logan makes a really dumb comment and Kurt huffs and mumbles, “Mein Gott, you are testing me.”

“You know I don’t like it when you talk to God while I’m having a conversation with you.”

“This is not a conversation,” Kurt says, sharp teeth flashing, puffed up like he’s seriously pissed. “This is not a conversation, Logan, because you refuse to see reason.”

“Oh, I’m the one who refuses to see reason?”

“‘I Got You Babe’ is a classic.”

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Jason Todd Imagine

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

18. “Goodness gracious, you look stunning.”

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Warnings: none


Jason couldn’t deny he was nervous.
Bruce invited him to this charity gala, saying that he wanted all of his sons to be there. Normally Jason would have thrown up just thinking about spending a whole evening with Damian, Bruce and Dick, but it was a great opportunity to take you on a nice date and, yes, he also wanted to see Dick, Bruce and Tim’s faces when he’d walk in with you.
He knew that they thought he would never find a girl for something long term, a girl he would take to an event like this to proof it is serious, but there he was, waiting for you.

“I hope you didn’t plan on taking the motorcycle, Jay,” you yelled from the bedroom.
You had just put your dress on as that thought popped up in your mind and actually you already knew the answer.

“Why not–
Goodness gracious, you look stunning!” He said below a breath.
Jason was standing in the door, wide eyes scanned your body which was perfectly hugged by the sparkly black dress. “O….kay, wow,” his eyes met yours. He in fact had never seen you in a dress, or with high heels, perfect make up and done hair.

You closed the space between you and him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You alright?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Your girl can be beautiful if she tries 3 hours.”

“You are always beautiful, (Y/N), but like right now… ultimately beautiful, ” he kissed your nose. “I tell you way too seldom how beautiful you are.
But you are the most stunning being in this universe.”

“Did you say ‘being’ and ‘universe’, because you had something with an alien?”


You two chuckled.

On the way to the car he opened every door for you like the gentleman he was, helping you out of the car as you arrived.
You pulled his bowtie straight and kissed his cheek before you two got inside.
People in expensive clothing were dancing, eating and chatting about unnecessary stuff.

“There,” Jason mentioned to a group of guys and lead you over.

“You actually came,” the youngest which you knew was Damian said. Jason told you more than once what a devil that little boy was.

Dick and Tim turned around, looking at you then to Jason and back to you.

“Dick, Tim, that’s my girlfriend,” he paused. “(Y/N).”

“Hey,” you smiled and waved quickly.

“You never told us you had a girlfriend,” Dick noted still looking at you. “I didn’t expected you to…”

“Well, I do.
You wanna dance, baby?”

You simply nodded and he pulled you on the dance floor.

“Are we just here because you wanted to show me off?” You chuckled, looking at him.

“No… okay maybe a little.”

You rolled your eyes playfully.

Brendon Urie x Reader : Crazy in Love

It had been a long day at work, and you felt like you really needed to relax. Maybe your favorite restaurant would help ease you up. You called an old friend, seeing if they would like to come with you, but they didn’t respond, so you decided to go alone. You sat down at a table, ordering a glass of wine and pulling out your phone, sighing when you realized you still haven’t gotten a call back. You picked up the menu, deciding what to order, one of your favorite dishes, and then leaned back in your seat, trying to settle down. It had been a busy day, and it seemed like you wouldn’t get a chance to breathe, but now that you finally found it, you felt exhausted and tired more than anything. You took the last bite of your dish and then pushed the plate away, feeling extremely sleepy and ready to go take a nap at home. “Bill please?” you asked the waiter.

“Oh, actually it’s already paid for,” he replied.

“What?” you raised your eyebrows, wondering what he meant.

“Someone paid for your meal,” he explained.

“Am I allowed to know?” you wondered.

“It’s the young gentleman over there,” he informed, pointing a finger at a guy about your age, sitting alone as well, sipping on his glass of beer. He was handsome, wearing a tux, and you wondered why he would be sitting all by himself.

“He just… paid for my food?” you inquired.

“Yeah, he claimed that you were a friend of his,” he responded. “I don’t know. I thought it was quite considerate.”

“It is,” you nodded. “Do you think I would be able to go speak to him?”

“I think so,” the waiter nodded slowly. “He’s been staring at you a lot.”

“What?” you gasped. “Staring?”

“Yeah. I think he likes you,” the waiter laughed. “But I don’t know. Just a guess.”

“Thanks for telling me,” you smiled. “Wish me luck.” You got up and decided to walk over to the man, and as you got closer you found out how handsome he really was. He had beautiful dark hair, brown eyes, wide lips, and he looked very fine in that suit. You sat across from him, pulling out a seat and sitting in it. He looked up at you, smiling.

“I see you finally came around,” he laughed.

“It was kind of you to pay for my meal,” you remarked. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he grinned. “You look stunning today.”

“Do I know you?” you inquired.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I know this is my first time seeing you though, because if I had met you before, I know I would’ve remembered.”

“You’re a flirt,” you rolled your eyes.

“No, I’m Brendon Urie,” he corrected.

“Funny too,” you chuckled. “I’m y/f/n y/l/n.”

“Nice to meet you y/n,” Brendon grinned.

“How come you paid for my food?” you wondered.

“What? A kind gentleman can’t preform an act of kindness unless he has a reason?” he questioned.

“Brendon,” you narrowed your eyes.

“Okay, I just wanted to meet you. You seem nice,” he shrugged.

“I seem nice? You just met me, you’ve barely even talked to me,” you laughed. “How do you know me?”

“I don’t,” he reminded. “But I would like to.”

“You’re amusing,” you just chuckled to yourself, looking at his gorgeous brown eyes. “Look, I’d love to stay, but I’m quite tired and I’m afraid I don’t have time for this.”

“Well don’t feel obligated to stay then,” he reassured. “How about you give me your number, and I’ll give you a call tomorrow, and we’ll work out a time then.”

“A time for what?” you questioned.

“Exactly,” he winked.

“What? you shook your head.

"I’ll give you a call, just give me your digits,” he offered. “Trust me, you’re getting the better half of the deal.”

“What do you mean?” you just giggled.

“All you need to do is give me your phone number, and you will get a lovely call from me, along with an invitation on a romantic date, and perhaps some other wonderful opportunities,” he explained.

“Well I can’t say no to that,” you rolled your eyes sarcastically. “I’d be a fool.”

“Exactly,” he agreed.

“I was joking,” you sighed. “Look, you’re a really nice guy, and I’m really glad you paid for my meal, honest. But I’m super tired and I don’t think I’m in the mood for this right now.”

“Then don’t worry,” he told you. “All I’m asking for is your number.”

“My number,” you repeated.

“That’s right,” he sighed.

“Okay,” you complied. You grabbed a napkin and pulled out a pen from your pocket, writing down your name and number for Brendon. “But you can’t call me until tomorrow.”

“I promise,” he reassured. “I’m not going to be an asshole, I’m going to be a gentleman.”

“I hope so,” you laughed. “It was nice meeting you Mr. Urie.”

“And you as well y/n,” he replied. You scooted out from your chair and smiled at him, walking out and looking forward to crashing on the couch at home, able to finally sleep.

When you woke up, you checked your phone, honestly surprised that he hadn’t called you already. Brendon Urie was the only person you could think of last night, and it seemed as if your mind couldn’t stop thinking about him. You got out of bed and took a shower, getting dressed for work and wondering if all of last night had been a dream. Brendon had been extremely nice to you, although he was sometimes cheesy and an absolute ladies’ man, but he had paid for meal and you couldn’t deny that you were actually looking forward to his phone call.

You went to work, sort of saddened that he hadn’t called yet, and when lunch break rolled around, checking your phone was the first thing you did. You scrolled through your notifications and didn’t see any phone calls, and frowned. You had almost lost all hope, when your phone rang and you answered without a second to loose, putting it up to your ear. “Brendon?” you asked hopefully, excited to know he had finally called.

“Uh, no. Who’s Brendon?” a familiar voice responded.

“Oh gosh,” you groaned. It was your friend.

“Hey, I was returning your call from yesterday. What’s up? Who’s this Brendon dude?” they wondered.

“I’ll talk to you later,” you just grumbled, hanging up on them and shoving the phone back in your pocket. You didn’t even care whether you sounded rude or not. You needed to hear his voice again. You missed Brendon so much, even if you just met him yesterday. He was so nice and so funny and everything about him was amazing. Your phone rang again, and you lifted it up to your face half heartedly, almost certain that it was your friend calling you back to annoy you, but when you read the unknown caller ID, your face broke out into a huge smile and you instantly answered the call. “Hello!”

“Hello,” the voice replied. Yup, it was him.

“Is this Brendon?” you wondered.

“You bet,” he responded. “I’m assuming this is y/n.”

“You’re right,” you sighed. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”

“Hold up, this is coming from the same person who almost didn’t give me her number yesterday?” he chuckled.

“You’re all I can think about,” you confessed. “I have to see you again.”

“Whoa, whoa. I thought you didn’t even like me,” he told you.

“I thought you were amazing,” you gushed. What were you even saying? It was as if you had no control of your words, everything just spilling out of your mouth all at once, all your thoughts poured out for him to hear.

“So you were playing hard to get yesterday or what?” he wondered.

“Brendon, I don’t care what we do, I just got to see you tonight,” you begged. “I miss you so much.”

“Goodness gracious. Looks like I really must’ve made a good first impression,” he laughed. “When do you get off work?”

“Five hours,” you groaned.

“I’ll see you then,” he decided.

“Where at?” you inquired.

“Same restaurant, I’ll be there with reservations for two,” he explained. “I’ll take it you’ll be there?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed. He just laughed and then hung up, and you stared blankly at your phone, wondering what the hell had just happened. Brendon Urie was driving you crazy, crazy in love.

elsakey  asked:

Can I just squee with you over two things about Boruto in this episode?! 1) When Cho-Cho was in danger, he didn't even hestiate to go after her first instead of trying to win. Boy didn't even think about looking at the flag! 2) He's such a gracious loser! He didn't throw a fit or try to argue that he lost because they were saving Cho-Cho; nope, he said sorry for putting her in danger, said he accepted their terms, and even complimented them. I love this lil boy so much!!!

MY LIL BABY i’m so proud of him he’s such a good boy!!!!!! 

Harry’s Home

I have so much fluff in me today, help. I literally just wrote this in the text box, so there’s… no editing or thought. It’s a big stream of consciousness (who is avoiding editing? Not me!). x.

Harry likes a party and a good time as much as the next bloke, but what he really likes is going home. He has a few homes now, and a few more where he feels as if he’s at home – he’s got to have that when he moves around as much as he does – but when he says he’s flying back home he means he’s going home to England. 

He likes being in a place where they talk like him even when the accents differ and where he can pay for something without figuring in an exchange rate. He likes saying ta in the shops and he likes hearing football not soccer and seeing the letter U in the word favour, because without it the word just looks incomplete. 

He likes being in a place with roads that are a little older. He likes skulking about and knowing backways and side routes that can get him out of a spot if there’s a throng of people he’d like to avoid for once to keep his day his and his alone. 

He likes going places where he’s still just Harry, and maybe that’s why he likes to take you back to Holmes Chapel so often. It’s always a bit bittersweet for him to go back – he’d hated it there, hadn’t he? That’s why he’d wanted out to begin with, and then he’d gotten his wish. He wouldn’t change a thing, but now sometimes – only sometimes – he misses those sleepy mornings when he would die of boredom and wouldn’t miss a thing if he slept the whole day away. The gratitude and humility of being able to do what he loves quickly overtakes that, but sometimes it’s nice just to exist without an expectation from others or himself. 

He takes you by the bakery where the old women flirt with him and pat his dimply cheeks, and he takes you to a pub for lunch quite often. He’d admitted to you that he hadn’t been sure how you would react, and when you asked him why, he’d just shrugged. 

“S’not like excitin’ or anythin’,” he explained. “No flash or razzle dazzle.” He shakes his spread fingers and your nose scrunches when you laugh. 

“Why’re you laughin’ fo’?” He’s grinning despite his question. 

Still, though, even with his hair tucked securely under a beanie save for a few loose curls, and a nondescript jumper (that happens to be your favorite on him and on you), and even in a town where he is just Harry, he cannot always escape the fact that he is so much more than just Harry to so many people. 

He’s gracious when a fan interrupts your lunch to say hello, and he listens serenely and with all focus on them as they pour their heart out breathlessly. They’re tearing and shaking, but he never looks annoyed or uneasy by the attention or the grandiosity, because although it might sound silly to some, it never does to him and he wants them to feel how grateful he is. If listening to how he’s impacted their lives is even a drop in the bucket for all he has to repay, he’ll do it every time and make sure they know they have all of his love, always. 

He does, however, feel a little antsy about you. Girls he’s dated before have either skittishly kept to themselves or been roped into it. He understands both sides of it, but you’re not exactly famous and this isn’t exactly the quiet lunch that he’d promised you. 

“Can I take a photo of you two?” you ask with a small, encouraging smile. “Would you let me?” you ask the fan and make a motion for the phone in hand. 

They wipe their sniffling nose and offer a choked, “That would be amazing, ohmygosh, thank you so much.” 

“Of course!” You hold the phone up and tap to focus it on their faces and you wave your hand through the air. “Get closer,” you tell your boyfriend. “And don’t blink.”

Harry looks at you and you think you see awe in his eyes, but you blink and he blinks and then he’s moved right along. “’Right then, love,” Harry laughs and he smiles big with his arm tight around the fan. You take a few photos before nodding and handing the camera and Harry shares a few more quiet words with the fan before giving a hug that in hindsight you wish you had caught for them, too. 

When they’ve gone back to their table Harry leans into you. “Thank you,” he says very seriously with green eyes focused like a laser. “I know it can be a bit…” he searches for the right word. “It’s a little surreal when you’re not in it. It can be even when you are, s’just–”

“They were sweet,” you tell him with a shrug of your shoulders. 

“Yeah,” he agrees. “They were lovely.”

It’s a little like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it doesn’t. And the next time it happens when you’re in the supermarket it still doesn’t. He gets a little more nervous on the inside each time, expecting some sort of fit at home or a less gracious attitude, but every time when there’s a break you ask to please take a photo for them, and sometimes you take multiples if several of them have phones. Harry smiles just a little wider when you’re with him taking the pictures, and after they’re snapped and phones are pocketed by fans who rush away talking about how nice, and good smelling, and soft he is he looks at you with reverent awe. 

You may not get this, but you embrace it because it is a part of him. There’s no jealousy and little resentment except for when you miss him, but even then you roll with what it means to be Harry Styles’ partner better than some people in his industry could. 

What?!” you ask him incredulously as the pair of you walk under an umbrella after such an encounter one rainy London day. 

“Thank you,” he repeats. “You don’t have to be so open and nice.” Least of all, he thinks, when sometimes they say such rotten things about you. Oh yes, he’s seen the cruel, cutting words and they make him boil until he wants to shake sense and yell, “It isn’t true, you don’t have any idea what you’re saying!” 

“I know I don’t have to be,” you agree. “But why would I be? They love you and I love you, and you love them. You make them so happy and they should get to keep a little of that, don’t you think? ‘All the love’ and all tha–hey!”

Harry’s come to a sharp stop and because your arm is through his you’re yanked to a stop, too. He ducks his head down and impulsively steals a kiss and you stiffen for a moment not because it’s unwelcome but because it’s uncharacteristic. He holds you close a lot, especially against a gaggle of paparazzi, but such other displays of affection are kept private or amongst friends. Now, though, he has to kiss you, because he’s not sure he has words for how important what you’ve said is to him. 

He’s not sure he has words for how much you feel like home. 

Butterflies and strawberries

Based on: this request by @inlovewithnewt (I hope you like it sweetie! Thank you so much for your patience!!) + this imagine from @imaginexhobbit.

Warnings: some parts may seem slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly stramy…. That’s all because there many and awakward Hobbits, awkward Frodo, awkward flirting…. Butterflies, strawberries, spring and fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy moments.

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Frodo’s POV

Frodo sighed and took another sip of his ale. It should have been a nice, quiet afternoon with his friends but how could he stay quiet when she was there, laughing, smiling, being more beautiful than the flowers in her hair and more charming than every blossom of the Shire?

He was going insane.

“What’s up, Mister Frodo?” asked Sam.

“What do you think Sam?” said Pippin placing another mug of ale in front of him “We have left him here to go get other drinks and he hasn’t wasted his time!”

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Hostage part 5

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: SMUT, angst, fluff

Music tip: Marilyn Manson (yes, again!) - killing strangers

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Pair: Nyx Ulric / Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Previously: Message me, thanks XD Links don’t work anymore here on tumblr

Words: 4482

Plot: Luna and Nyx didn’t fell in the Empire’s trap, Nyx didn’t had to use the ring and he survived. What would have happened if Nyx really had the chance to ‘see Luna safe to Altissia’, like he promised to Regis? Here the part 8: Nyx and Luna shared their first kiss and it looks like they both are ‘enjoying the moment’ a lot but as they set off for Tenebrae they have to come back to reality.

Personal Comment: Enjoy the romance until you can, because the angst is gonna start soon. Thanks as always to @loveiscosmicsin for being my beta reader and this time … the art is by me XD (which is why it sucks probably but whatever)

Sleeping in the backseat of the car didn’t bother him one bit this time. Actually, he even left the windows open, so he could smell the sea breeze and recall every moment of that incredible night. He found himself falling asleep and waking up with a smile.

After years of remorse and pain, Nyx never felt so happy as the day after he kissed Lady Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. The sensation of inner joy and pleasure didn’t leave him alone, making him probably like a little kid having the time of his life.
As he stretched his legs outside the car windows, he licked his own lips. Remembering the way the princess kissed them, like he - and nobody else - was all she ever needed. 

He wished Libertus was here, so he would making him jealous by telling him all the details.

‘I kissed the most beautiful girl in the world,’ he would have said to his friend and Libertus wouldn’t have ever believed him, coming out with something like: ‘Whaaat?! Did she throw up afterwards?’ or a 'Did you think her kiss would turn a toad like you into a prince?’ His childhood friend did say outlandish things to get a good laugh at Nyx’s expense.

And yes, of course it was hard to believe. Because why should the divine and elegant Oracle of Eos kiss a mere Glaive? Yet… That’s what she did. 

What would have happened now, that was hard to tell but Nyx didn’t want to think about it. He knew that Luna had duty to fulfill and that she was to marry another man. He knew in the deep of his heart that the moment of intimacy they shared was probably a 'one time thing’. But he didn’t want to think about it. That was a stupid way to handle things, and yet it was his way. 

“You know how much Gil I paid for that suite?” 

Dino was standing outside the car, arms crossed, visibly annoyed by finding the Glaive sleeping in the car. Nyx simply rolled his shoulders back and then crossed his hands under the neck. “The princess is using it. You did the world a service. You should feel honored, buddy.”

“That was supposed to be for both of you.” 

“I like it better this way. It’s more romantic.”

“Oh, so you’re the romantic type. If I knew, I would’ve kept the money for myself.” 

Nyx moved to the backseat and finally decided to step out of the car. He was such in a good mood he smiled to Dino’s audacity, too. 

“Why are you up at this time?” he asked, starting to stretch up and to do some push ups. “Shouldn’t you be going after some stones?”

“I was speaking with the sailors–”

“Ah, the pirates.” Nyx ceased working out and rose to his feet.

“Yeah. They are going to sail at noon. They got their own way to trick the Empire’s tracking system but you really, really shouldn’t call them pirates, okay? For your own safety. Can’t stress it enough.”

“Do they know the cargo?”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Try not to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Making business with them it’s excellent, but I think it’s better if they don’t know about our Majesty…”

Nyx narrowed the eyes, getting suspicious.
“What kind of mess did you throw us into?” he asked, hands on his hips.

“Calm down, you’ll be all right so long as they don’t know who the Princess is. Besides, she has got you, right? Why would she need a bodyguard if you don’t… well, guard her body?” 

“Her body will be just fine, thanks.” he said raising a hand, trying not to even go there with the conversation.

“Oh, yes, I don’t even doubt it.”


Having Coctura preparing for him one of the most amazing breakfast ever (and for free. too) was one of the advantages of being the Oracle’s bodyguard. Nyx sat at the counter and had a Ebony, but the true magic came with a sweet cake with cream and some strawberries inside. 

“A secret recipe.” Coctura explained, smiling proudly and then going away.

As Nyx tasted it, he could tell that was something beyond normal. Literally, it was too good to be real  and he was never a cake person to begin with.

“It’s Tenebraen. The strawberries used in the cake are raised only in the royal gardens and that’s why the cooks hired for the Crown are the only ones with knowledge of the recipe.”

A delicate voice coming from behind surprised Nyx with his mouth full. He turned around and his heart started to beat faster, already knowing who was the one talking.
As a matter of fact, the princess was there, the hands joined in front of her, a shy expression on her face. Nyx found her so beautiful that morning that he took more than a minute to finally swallow the bite. “Coctura must be a supreme chef for knowing how to prepare it.” She then stepped ahead, sitting in the chair next to him on the counter. “Good morning.”

Nyx was suddenly so excited to see her, he was at a loss for words. He just stood there admiring every detail of her, like the gracious profile, the line of her neck, the tenderness of her skin which reminded him when he touched it the night before. He just wasn’t able to handle the power of the memories and started to stutter. “M-morning …” he finally managed to say. 

Luna didn’t look at him in the eyes because considering the rose-colored cheeks, she was certainly dealing with the same memories Nyx had. She took the menu and chose something from it. Only after that, Nyx had the courage to reach for the back of her hand and delicately caress it. Luna boggled, but in the end she turned her palm up, accepting the caress and giving it back. Their skin were both so cold, yet when they touched, that simple gesture was able to ignite a spark in their abdomens.

All of a sudden, Coctura came with what Luna ordered, so both of them quickly hid their hands under the table and looked away from each other. Thank the Stars that Coctura didn’t notice anything.

“You two are going to leave at noon, right? I’ll pack something for you, so you won’t have to worry about going hungry.”

Alone again in the center of the restaurant, Luna and Nyx sighed simultaneously and then shared a glance.

“How are you?” Nyx said, his voice finally regaining dignity.

“I’m fine, thank you. Where did you sleep?” 

“In the car. Rooms were too expensive.”

“I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” The way she looked so shy made him smile: she didn’t seem at all the sensual girl the night before, glued to his body and asking him to kiss her on the sand.

“I’m gonna prepare the car for departure. When the ship arrives we’ll have to put it in the—”

“Yes, of course, I will be ready too.”

Nyx noticed some hesitation in her voice but since she didn’t say anything to stop him, he stood up, determined to go away as promised. That turned out to be more difficult than expected. He slowly stepped back without taking his eyes off her and only when he noticed how ridiculous he may looked, he woke up from his trance and finally turned away, far from her.


The ship arrived sooner than expected and men quickly started doing their business. Dino introduced Nyx and Luna to the captain, an eccentric old man with a huge nose and the skin ruined by the sun. He took them under his wing in a hastily, probably fearing of being noticed and compromising the whole operation. Even though he seemed to be one of the worst kind of delinquents, Nyx and Luna didn’t have other choice than to follow him.

They bade Coctura farewell with high regards, but decided to stay in touch with Dino, knowing how much a resourceful man like him would have been helpful in case of need.

“If Noctis comes back here in Galdin Quay, please don’t tell him about us.” Luna whispered to Dino before boarding the ship.

The man didn’t looked surprised when he answered, “Of course. Best for him to not know where his runaway bride is going.”

“No, it’s not like that, i just don’t want him to follow me in Tenebrae and–” But her words were totally useless. Dino already had his specific view about the whole situation and nothing could have ever make him think otherwise. Besides, Luna started to think he was not entirely wrong.


The ship was big enough to transport cars and massive steel boxes with various merchandise inside, but didn’t have any room to welcome people, so Luna and Nyx decided to use their own car as apartment and sleep there. The forced closeness made them particularly nervous since they still didn’t find the courage to face what happened the night before.

The atmosphere on the ship wasn’t romantic enough to push them to deal with their feelings right now. On the contrary, the deck smelled bad, the sailors were rude and dirty and the constant swaying of the ship almost made Luna throw up. 
In fact, when the sun started to set, Luna was feeling so bad she begged Nyx to took her on the deck so she could have some fresh air. Nyx helped her until they reached the fore of the ship, where she clinched to the railing and took deep breaths. After a while, she felt better.

“Thank the Stars, we have only one day of sailing,” Nyx commented, not knowing what to do. “The motion of the waves doesn’t have the same effect on me. Maybe it’s because I’m used to flying airships. Basically the same thing…”

“I’ll be fine. I just need to stay here for a little longer.” Nyx nodded and waited some steps away, ready to help but distant enough to not pressure her. Luna looked in horror at her hands, seeing black veins appearing and disappearing immediately after. 'Not now’ she thought, hiding the hand away so Nyx couldn’t see it. “Just … Leave me alone for awhile now. I’m coming down in five minutes.”

“I’m not gonna leave you alone here. What if you faint? It happened before and the ship’s full of disgusting thugs ready to take advantage of you. Please don’t ask me that.”

That plea made Luna smile for some reason. She couldn’t deny she secretly liked this protective instinct of his but in this very moment she really couldn’t have nobody next to her. She didn’t want him to know her secret, not yet. She was about to say something but suddenly she felt another cramp to her lower stomach and moaned in pain, holding to the railing. Nyx was at her side, delicately massaging her back. 

They stand there for a long minute and during that time Luna tried to hide all the bare skin the dress didn’t cover. When the worse had passed, she sighed deeply and looked at his worried expression. She smiled because even if he never listened to her, it was good having him on her side. She felt safe, as it always happened next to him.

“Thank you,” Luna whispered, making the Glaive’s heart ache because even in pain, under the rose color of the sunset and on that dirty ship, she still had the most gracious and gentle smile he ever saw.

“You’re welcome,” he said, helping her standing up again. “Better now?”
Luna took a deep breath and closed her eyes.


“You’re more delicate than you wish to show.”

“You worry too much.”

“Of course I do.”

She opened her eyes, so she could notice the sincerity on his face. 
Exactly like the day before, to acknowledge how deep he was falling into her only made her feeling worse. “Nyx, I’m going to stay here for awhile. You can go and take a break from your guard duty.”

“I’m staying.” Predicable.

“You shouldn’t. What are we supposed to do here alone, talking about what happened yesterday? I thought we both preferred not to.” She was hoping that - by saying this - she would send him away, but he actually decided to get closer.

“No, we don’t… really need to talk. We could do a lot of other things.” He reached with both hands for the railing, trapping Luna between his arms, but not touching her. “Wanna see?” He smiled, trying to tempt her in every possible way. 
If Luna knew how to curse, she would totally have. Taking advantage of her lowered defenses like that was really unfair. 

“Nyx, I didn’t mean… Well… this is not professional at all.”

He raised his eyebrows.“I thought we stopped being professional right yesterday.” 

“It’s true, yesterday I was not professional at all and this is why I –” she paused, staring at his lips. She couldn’t help it and Nyx caught on her gaze with a smug smile.

“You what?” He asked, leaning down so his nose almost touched hers.

“…Really, Nyx? On this malodorous ship?”

“We don’t have nothing else to do. Besides, I could help you to feel better, maybe?”

“That’s…” she whispered, but his lips were already on hers. “…Presumptuous.” 

“Sounds like a pretty word. Say it again.” 


Nyx would have laughed but he actually preferred to take advantage of her opening mouth to kiss her deeply and stealing her breath away. The marvelous flavor of it canceled the terrible smell of the ship and sent an enormous amount of butterflies upon their stomachs.

Immediately giving up to her attempts to resist Nyx, Luna reached for his neck, caressing his ears, his braids and lastly, his beard. Like the night before, she wasn’t able to think rationally once he was so close and just let her heart lead her actions wherever it wanted. Feeling a intimate need of touching him, she explored his chest and then his back. 

Nyx took her in his arms, pulling her closer and whispered in her ear: “See? It looks like you’re better now.” That comment costed him a little punch on the spine but he felt the Princess getting weaker and weaker under his touch and this only turned him on, pushing him to kiss her cheek and her chin, her throat, until he reached the necklace he once gave to her. She was still wearing it. He smiled and went back to her lips.

As he did that, a sudden movement of the ship divided them and forced them to stick to every handhold they found. Luna fell down but Nyx took her arm and quickly raised her up. A huge wave invested them and even if it wasn’t enough to carry them away, it left them both soaking wet and scared.

“W-what just happened?” 

In the distance, they heard the sailors screaming orders and insulting each other, but it didn’t look anything alarming.

“Are you alright?” Nyx asked, getting closer again. He took her shoulders and checked her out to see if she was somehow hurt by the fall. 
It was in that moment he saw Luna’s black veins underneath her wet white dress for the first time. He stared at them and narrowed eyes, initially not understanding what he was looking at exactly. The light of the sunset was maybe creating some shadows where they were not supposed to be, so he reached for her stomach and touched it delicately. “The water must have been dirty, your dress is–” Luna slapped his hand and turned away.

“What are you doing? Don’t look.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He apologized. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to see if you’re hurt.” Luna covered her stomach with the arms, trying to hide her face from him. “Princess, you’re not hurt, right? What are those black spirals?” Now Nyx was really worried. 

Luna felt tears well in her eyes as she remembered the reason why she should have pushed him away. Why she shouldn’t have let him kiss her in the first place. And when that hit her, that was the very moment when she wanted to get attached to him more, knowing though that she couldn’t. 

“I’m fine. I’m going downstairs alone now. I’m gonna change my wet clothes so please don’t instigate further.”

When she moves away, he reached out for her and tried to block her but she didn’t even lifted her eyes to meet his. She shook off his hand from her shoulder and ran away. 

Nyx watched her go, biting his own tongue, the flavor of her on the lips. He didn’t know what to think exactly so he just let his mind get empty. 
He then moved his eyes to admire the sunset, beautiful and touching, and for the first time in forever he noticed how much the days were getting shorter.


Later that night, Nyx went in the darken cargo area, where their black car was parked. He rested a hand on the roof and peaked inside.


Lunafreya was there, wrapped in a blanket, crouched in the backseat. Hair still wet, she was sleeping already, but judging by the wrinkle on her forehead, bad dreams were tormenting her.

Nyx felt the urge of comforting her somehow, so he carefully entered in the car and sat next to her, delicately moving a lock of hair behind her ear. The affection he put in that simple gesture surprised him. He realized that watching over the Oracle of Eos wasn’t just a duty anymore, it slowly became a need he couldn’t neglect. 

“I’m screwed, am I?” he whispered, thanking the Astrals that nobody heard him. 


For the first time in forever, Luna woke up before Nyx and found him sleeping next to her. The proximity didn’t even faze her as it should have. In fact, waking up on his side elevated her mood significantly.

In any case, she didn’t wait for him to get up and left the cargo hold to go on the deck. Sailors ignored her almost completely as she peeked outside, beyond the railing. She could already see the distant shape of her homeland, and it comforted her beyond measure. Having the chance to see those familiar walls once more would have help her to find the courage to fulfill her duty to the very end. It brought closure.

Luna stood there for a long time, air blew through her hair and she inhaled the smell of the sea. Even if the view calmed her deeply, watching the sun rising in the horizon made her wonder how long would have lasted that peace if she just gave up now. The answer was simple: very shortly. 

She turned around and saw Nyx coming out from the cargo room, looking out for her. Their eyes met and they waved at each other, but mutually decided to keep the distance. Maybe they were both scared of letting the feelings overwhelm them again.
The sun was getting real hot by the time they reached Tenebrae. 

The captain of the ship dismissed them pretty quick, like he didn’t even wanted to know who they actually were.

“Dino only asks me for favors when he has something big that he can’t handle,” he said, before letting them go, “and judging by the car and the beauty of that lass, mates, you’re more than 'big’. The crew been getting ideasabout what to do with you two, but I nipped that in the bud. Bettergive a compensation fee now if you don’t want me to follow through with some of those ideas.”

That was a nice way to rob them, Nyx thought. Even if the Glaive could have use kukris to teach them some manners, Luna’s glance was enough to make him understand he didn’t have other choice but giving up almost all the Gil they. They were in Tenebrae after all and the castle wasn’t far, so money wasn’t a primary necessity now.

They took the car out of the cargo room as quickly as they could, eager to leave that nasty ship of pirates behind. The journey on it had been a sufferance even for Nyx’s standards, which considering the conditions of his apartment in Insomnia, were at a very low bar already.

As the wheels of the car touched the Tenebraen sand and the road, both Luna and Nyx took a deep sigh of relief.

“Sorry for the bumpy ride. How’s your nausea?” the Glaive asked as he moved the car on the asphalt.

“I’m better, thank you. The most terrifying moments had already transpired, but I’m slowly get used to it.”

“A princess getting used to the pirate’s life… Somehow, I can see it.”

Luna smiled, looking at his profile, but after that her attention was finally absorbed by the details of the familiar landscape. The beach where they docked was hidden by a thick forest similar to a jungle, so green to look extremely alive. The way the trees entwined their boughs to each other created a beautiful roof of vegetation and the floor of white sand only made it more otherwordly. As Nyx and Luna continued the journey, the former Princess recognized the details that were so dear to her heart like the peculiar form of the mountains close to the sea, so high and so narrow they look like columns of rocks and trees touching the clouds. The light of the sun had a strange way to illuminate things in Tenebrae, it was able to transform even the most insignificant object in pure magic. Yes, that was the better word to describe that place: magical. 

No wonder the Princess was born here, Nyx thought, Whole place’s pulled straight from a fairy tale.

“Never expected to see all this in my life.” Nyx said, looking beyond the car’s windshield. Some unknown marine animals similar to deer were watching him from a corner of the street. “So, Princess, which way? I may not be used to Tenebraen protocol, but if you want to go back to the castle, I guess we’ll have to deal with Niffs guarding it.”

“The imperial army does not usually enter in the castle because they want to let people think they respect their Tenebraen culture and autonomy. Be that as it may, we could probably meet some patrols around the villages, so we should try to avoid them by taking another way around. Just go, I’ll tell you.”

Nyx smiled, glad to see her finally at ease in her homeland. He could tell she was already feeling better by the way she was taking the lead over him. He didn’t mind actually, not in that case at least.

They drove for a long while, crossing the forests so they wouldn’t have been noticed. Thank the Stars, Luna knew those woods from her childhood so they didn’t get lost in that perilous net of streets and roads. 

Finally, the castle was in sight, a breathtaking and huge construction on a cliff, painted in white, with the gothic architecture and a fairytale appearance. 

“That’s your palace?” Nyx whispered in wonder. 

“Yes.” Luna put a hand on the car window, nostalgic and starry-eyed at the view. “I’m home.”


Luna suggested leaving the car in an inconspicious parking space, she would send servants later to pick it up. They walked to the castle, approaching it by the main entrance, yet found it completely empty. That was beyond weird and for some reason, Nyx couldn’t move his hand away from the kukri at his hip. 
Luna walked up the white stairs to the entrance first, Nyx closely following her, ready to fight if it was the case.

The door was opened. The hall in front of them now had extremely high ceilings and harmonious paintings on the walls. Fresh flowers were positioned everywhere and perfume filled the air. 

“Is anybody there?” Luna asked.

Nyx shivered, wondering if it was necessary to call for someone so loudly.“We could just do whatever we came here to do and then leave, Princess. No need to draw attention to ourselves.” 

“But I came here to stay for awhile. I won’t rush.”

That surprised the Glaive. “You want to stop your journey?” 

Luna hesitated, but it was time to tell him.“No, I couldn’t renounce my duty, not even if I wanted to. But I could need some more time here. It’s where I grew up,  where my family are buried. Perhaps here… I’ll find the strength I need to fulfill what needs to be done.” 

Nyx couldn’t help but being a bit disappointed by that confession.“Awesome,” he said, anyway. “Let’s have a ball here then. Maybe we should head to the kitchen first? I’m starving.”

Luna was already leading the way in the castle when a woman standing on the top of the stairs called for her.

“Lady Lunafreya?” 

Luna lifted her head, her sight fell upon an old woman. “Maria.” The two women met in the center of the hall, one gorgeous and delicate, the other frail and aged, and they shared a hug.

“When we heard about the Citadel, we had lost any hope of seeing you again. Having heard your voice and knowing you live–!”

“I’m so happy to see you, too.” Luna tried to show manners and elegance but she was clearly touched by the old lady’s devotion. “May I introduce yourself to the man who saved me countless times?” she added, turning around and presenting Nyx. “Nyx Ulric, this is Maria, my nanny. Maria, this is Nyx Ulric, a soldier under King Regis’ Kingsglaive and my personal bodyguard following the fall of Insomnia.”

The old lady looked very grateful in acknowledging that someone took care of the princess like she always did. “Blessed be, Sir Ulric. These are dangerous times. Darkness overwhelms our hearts quicker than it have the skies, but if you live, hope isn’t lost. Now, that this old woman can breathe a little easier, rest and tell me about the journey. Oh, before that, I must tell Lord Ravus!”

Lunafreya boggled, not expecting hearing that. “My brother is here?”

“Yes. He recovered from his injury time, didn’t he? He arrived at the castle yesterday, ready to organize troops to come and find you. He will be relieved knowing you’re already here!”

Hearing that, Nyx tensed up. His first instinct was to grab Luna’s arm and pull her closer, like he wanted to defend her from an invisible danger. Ad he did it, a voice sounded in the hall, like coming from behind them.

A cold, surprised, and strong call.


Luna and Nyx glanced towards another lateral entrance, where a man dressed in white was standing. 

Luna’s heart almost broke when he recognized him: “Ravus.”

I saw An Act of God! And I met Jim!

Good gracious, what an experience. We arrived at the theatre, and stood in line to be seated. I kept thinking, ‘Jim Parsons is in this building right now’. I don’t know if that helped me or made my excitement worse! My husband got a drink, and I should’ve as well. I was too nervous to drink or eat. When he came out on stage, I thought my heart would burst through my ribs. I have a heart arrythmia anyway, and trust me…seeing him in the flesh made it go haywire. He is just…beautiful. Plain and simply. We had center row seats 11 rows back, and I could perfectly see his blue eyes an perfect skin. I was slackjawed the entire time. The show was hilarious. I won’t give it away for spoiler reasons, but Jim’s dry humor and wit shone through. He owned the stage; the audience loved him. And when it was over, he took three bows. About 90 percent of the patrons exited through the lobby doors leading to the gift shop kiosk, and I looked to my left and saw the outside sidewalk. Something told me to go that way instead of buying a stupid mug. As I was going down the stairs, a stagehand said the stagedoor is to the left. I couldn’t believe it, I ran outside and was like twentieth in line behind the barricade. My husband followed me, and asked me if I was really going to stand there and wait an undetermined amount of time for an autograph. He was excited for me, but knows I was overly excited and about to faint from nerves. I said yes, of course, and he went to buy me a bottle of water. It took about fifteen minutes, but the stagedoor opened, and out walked Jim. Dear Lord. I was on the verge of fainting. I hadn’t eaten or drank anything for hours and lets be honest…I was seeing Jim. He was very gracious and soft spoken, walking down the line and signing for everyone. I wanted to snap a photo of him, but was terrified I’d either drop my I phone, or risk him moving past me. So I waited and he finally came to me. OMG…He said 'hello’, (he sounded JUST like Sheldon) and I said it back. I handed him my sharpie, and my hands were literally trembling. He looked at me and said sweetly 'how are you?’ I think he knew I was on the verge of collapse. I said 'good, thank you for the play’ and he said 'oh! thank you!’ He handed me my sharpie back and I just stood there, my legs feeling like jelly. I turned to the lady on my right and said 'wow’. She said ’ i know, right?’ I couldn’t even feel my legs. I did snap a picture of him from the back as he signed autographs, which I will post. But here is my signed playbill. I can’t believe Jim Parsons spoke to me. After writing The Chaos Cognizance all of this time with him as my inspiration, to meet him and talk to him was priceless. He was just lovely. Sweet and lovable to all, and gorgeous up close. It’s an experience I will never forget.

[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s a Match!

one more chapter left after this :)

continuation of my secret santa gift for @neverbetheexpectation​ 

[Chapter 1]  [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: It’s a Match!

Summary: “Oh my God, I just matched with Adrien Agreste, oh my freaking God! Chat!! Chat, come come come! Look look!”

But Chat Noir wasn’t paying her any mind. Because the moment she started screaming about her new match, Chat Noir tried to quickly exit out of his matches page so that he wouldn’t see who popped up. But it was far too late, because right when he blinked, his phone buzzed with an excited message about his new match.

He was not expecting it to be Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chapter 4: Date

Adrien realized after the first five minutes of their walk that he sort of forgot what you were supposed to do during a date.

He only ever really went on one date. It was with another model from a photoshoot he did a few months back, and it was only because the girl was being so insistent. She decided on every single location they went to, she clung to him throughout the entire evening, was gushing about three dates in the future, and she almost pulled him into a kiss at the end of the date before Adrien ducked away from it and hurried down the block. Nino assured him that’s not how dates were supposed to go — they were supposed to be fun, no-pressure chances to hang out with someone you liked. If kissing and handholding happened to fall into that, then so be it. It all depended on the person.

Sure that sounded reasonable, but Adrien was trying to figure out how romance was supposed to fit into this. Talking wasn’t a problem for the two of them. Thankfully, Marinette and Adrien were at the very least able to keep a light conversation. Adrien was trying to sneak chocolates away from Marinette and Marinette was running up the block away from him and stuffing as many in her cheeks as she could. It was how they always interacted when they hung out with their friends. But this was a date. Was he allowed to hold her hand? Were chocolates too romantic to bring? Not romantic enough? Should he even be trying to be romantic? Was it alright to kiss her? Adrien thought of taking his cue from her, but so far everything felt normal sans the fact that they dressed up a little more than usual and that they had an itinerary for just the two of them. Not that he minded that, but….he wanted this to be just a little different. He wanted it to feel different. He wanted Marinette to notice the difference.

Adrien tried to remember what Nino told him after an enthusiastic Alya had hung up to go rant to Marinette. “Don’t force things, dude. If something’s meant to happen, it’ll happen. Just make sure you both have fun. That’s what matters.”

He took a huge gulp of air. Nino was right. Just show her a good time. Everything else will fall into place.

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anonymous asked:

Allen, Kanda, and Lavi's reaction to their daughter following them around and just generally loving their dad


* he would shower them with so much love you wouldn’t even know it

* he’s always explaining things to his daughter like his daily routine, the rooms in the order, people to stay away from, etc.

* would so totally pick up his daughter at random and just spins them around for the heck of it

* would stay 100000 feet away from the science division if it werent for the fact that his daughter loved the said division

* also shows of his daughter everywhere like hey hi i’m taking (daughter’s name) on a tour today-

* also always makes sure that his kid has something to eat no one is going hungry on his watch-


* is bothered at first

* but he gradually warms up to his own daughter kanda please

* he tries to control his temper more and try to be kinder-ish

* he can’t look at his daughter in the eye because the sheer adoration she held for him would overwhelm him save this man

* also v protective like he would be carrying them in his arms or something if someone talked to them


* is probably giving their daughter a piggy back ride the whole time goodness gracious–

* probably just runs around the order and plays with his daughter why would he do anything else

* if he has to do his job as a bookman, he’d either drop them off at Lenalee’s or let them come with him

* probably sets them up for colouring somewhere nearby so that he can still watch over and bother them if he wants to

* “Dad what’re you reading?” “Hush my dear these are secret,” “but mommy said its bad to keep secrets–”

supacutiepie  asked:

Hi yes imagine person A quietly smoothing person B's hair while they laze in bed for a rare off day nap and is at this moment that person A decides that they want this for the rest of they're life. Possibly followed up with a whispered "good gracious do I love you..." And a sleepy mumbled "love me sho much yoush should marry me" *mumbled into person A''s tum for added effect* and person A goin "yeah I should- hey B you wanna get married?" And now person B is very awake- FIN

listen,,, this is so cute I am going To Die. I can see this with future otayuri with 25yo!Yuri and 28yo!Otabek.

It’s 11 am on a Saturday morning and the sun is already shining through the window, casting shadows along the way.

Usually, Otabek would be back from his morning run by now, heading for a quick shower, while Yuri would be going through his stretching routine on the fluffy rug in the living room. But it’s one of their rare days off together and sleeping in once isn’t going to hurt anyone.

Otabek looks at Yuri’s face smushed against his chest as he continues to lazily run his fingers through the golden locks. Despite having outgrown Otabek by more than half a head, the younger has never grown out of curling up to Otabek and snuggling into his side. Old habits die hard, he supposes.

Yuri’s (now much larger) limbs are slightly crushing him, his hair is everywhere and he is drooling a little on Otabek’s shirt; but Yuri’s body pressed against his radiates warmth, his hair, now illuminated by the morning sun, makes him look even more beautiful, and the drool should be disgusting, but all Otabek can think is ‘cute’.

Otabek realises that if he were to pick a moment to live in forever, it would be this. His hand stops dead in its motions.

“Good gracious, do I love you,” Otabek whispers, barely an exhale.

Yuri stirs in his sleep. “Love me sho much you should marry me…“ he mumbles sleepily as he nuzzles his cheek against the other’s chest.

Otabek’s heart misses a beat. He isn’t sure if Yuri is fully aware of what he just suggested. If he’s even actually awake and not just sleep talking. But Otabek thinks about it for a second. They’ve been together for 7 years now and thinking about spending the rest together, like this, doesn’t sound so bad.

“Yeah, I should– hey Yuri, you wanna get married?”

The other’s eyes fly open and he scrambles to sit up, pushing his hair out of his face to stare at Otabek, suddenly not so asleep anymore.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Otabek replies gently, reaching out to tuck a stray lock behind his ear. “Do you want to?” He’s surprised to find that his voice is shaky.

“What kind of dumb qu– YES!” Yuri half-yells, jumping on top of his boyfriend. Otabek wonders if Yuri ever realised how big he has gotten as he suppresses a whimper.

Yuri pulls back from the crushing hug to look down at Otabek with sparkling eyes. “That was unromantic as shit, but that’s so you and I love you, so yes. Let’s,” Yuri says, bending down to press a soft kiss to Otabek’s lips. They both can feel the other smile into it.

Yuri pulls back again, just a bit, their foreheads still touching, breaths mingling, and eyes full of love. He’s happy. They’re happy. He smiles even wider.

“Let’s get married.”