land of ahs

history of the entire world, i guess; a transcript

hi. you’re on a rock, floating in space. pretty cool, huh? some of it’s water. fuck it, actually most of it’s water. i can’t even get from here to there without buying a boat. it’s sad. i’m sad. i miss you. how did this happen? a long time ago, actually never, and also now, nothing is nowhere. when? never. makes sense, right? like i said, it didn’t happen. nothing was never anywhere. that’s why its been everywhere. it’s been so everywhere, you don’t need a “where”. you don’t even need a “when”. that’s how “every” it gets. (pause). forget this. i wanna be something, go somewhere, do something. i want things to change. i want to invent time and space. and i know it’s possible because everything is here and it probably already happened. i just don’t know when to start. and that’s exactly where it started. (background noise) woah. i… paused it. i think there’s a universe now. what’s it made of? quarks and stuff. ah, that’s a thing, in a place. don’t like it? try a new place, at a different Time™. try to stick together because the world is gonna get bigger and emptier. but it’s not empty yet. it’s still very full, and about a kjghpillion degrees. (about no seconds later). great news! the quarks are now happily married in groups of three called a “proton” or a “neutron”. and there’s something else flying around too that wants to join in but can’t cause it’s still to (HOT). (about ten minutes later). great news! the protons and the neutrons are now happily married to each other (some of them even doubled up). (about 380,000 years later). great news, the electrons have now joined in. congratulations, the world is now a bunch of gas in space. but it’s getting closer together and it’s getting closer together and it’s getting closer together. it’s a staaaar. new shit just got made. some stars burn out and die. bigger stars burn out and die with passion! and make some brand new way crazier shit. space dust! which allows newer, more interesting stars to be made, and then die, and explode into even crazier space dust. so now stars have cool stuff around them, like rocks, ice, and funny clouds, which can make some very interesting things. like this ball of flaming rocks, for example. holy shit, we just got hit with another ball of flaming rocks, and it kinda made a mess. which is now the moon. weather update: it’s raining rocks from outer space. weather update: those rocks might’ve had water inside them and now there’s Hot Steam in the sky. weather update: cooler temperatures today, and the floor is no longer lava. weather update: its raining. severe flooding alert: the entire world is now an ocean. volcano alert: that’s land. there’slifeintheocean. what? something’s alive in the ocean. oh cool, like a plant or an animal? no. a microscopic speck! it lives at the bottom of the ocean and eats chemical soup which is being served hot and fresh made from gnarly space ingredients leftover from when it was raining rocks or whatever. oh yeah, and it can do that. it has secret instructions written inside itself telling it how to build another one of itself. so that’s pretty nifty, i would say. tired of living at the bottom of the ocean? now you can eat sunlight. using a revolutionary technique you can convert sunlight into food. taste the sun. side effect: now there’s oxygen everywhere and the sky’s blue. then the earth might’ve been a snowball for a while, maybe even a coupla times. it’s a sponge, it’s a plant, it’s a worm and some other types of weird strange water bugs and strange fish. it’s the Cambrian explosion. “wow, that’s animals and stuff.” but we’re still in the ocean. hey, can we go on land? NoO. why? the sun is a deadly lazer. oh okay. not anymore there’s a blanket. now the animals can go on land. come on, animals, let’s go on land! “nope, can’t walk yet. and there’s no food yet so i don’t care.” (100 million years later) ok, will you learn to walk if there’s plants up here? “maybe,” said some bugs, and fish. “uh. uh. uh.” (five million years later) “ok so i can go on land but i have to go back in the water to have babies.” (idea) learn to use an egg. “i was already doing that.” use a stronger egg, and put water in it, have a baby, on land, in an egg. water is in the egg, baby, in the water, in the egg. works for me. bye bye ocean. aaand now everything is huge. including bugs. wanna see a map of the land? sure. ah fuck, now everything’s dead. just kidding here are the survivors. keep your eye on this one because its about to become the dinosaurs. here’s another map of the land. yeah, it broke apart, don’t worry about it, it does that all the time. here comes a meteor. and the dinosaurs are gone. its mammal time! here come the mammals. look at those breasts. now they’re gonna dominate the world, and one of them just learned how to grab stuff. and walk. no, like, walk like ‘that’. and grab stuff at the same time. and bang rocks together to make… pointed rocks. “ouch.” and set things on fire. “yeouch.” and make crazy sounds with their voice (“gneurshk.”) which can mean different things. that’s a human person. and now they’re everywhere, almost. ice age. what? you can walk over here? cool. not anymore. i guess we’re stuck here now.

let’s review. there’s people on the planet. and they’re chasing their food. fuck it, time to plant some grass. look at this, i control the food now. now everyone will want to be my friend and live near me. let’s all build houses except mine is bigger because i own the food. this is great, i wonder if anyone else is doing this. tired of using rocks for everything? use metal. it’s underground. better farming was just invented in a sweet dank valley right in between these two rivers, and the animals are helping. guess what happens next. more food, and more people who came to buy the food. now you need people to help make the food and keep track of the sales. and now you need houses for people to live in, and people to make the houses. and now there’s more people and they invent things, which makes things better and more people come. and there’s more farming and more people to make more things for more people. and now there’s business, money, writing, laws, power. sociiiety. coming soon to a dank river valley near you. meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere, the horse is probably being tamed. why is all my metal so lame and lumpy? tired of using lame, sad metal? introducing bronze, made with special ingredient tin from the far lands of tin land. i don’t know, my dealer won’t tell me where he gets it. also, guess what - egypt. meanwhile, out in the middle of nowhere, they figured out how to put wheels on a horse. now we’re getting somewhere. also, china. and did i mention indusrivervalleycivilization. norte chico. the middle east is getting more complicated, maybe because it’s in the middle of the east. knock knock- er, clop clop, it’s the people with the horses? and they made an empire! and then everyone else copied their horses. greeks! ah look, it must be the greeks, or a beta version of the greeks. let’s check in with the indus river valley civilization. they’re gone. guess who’s not gone? china. new arrivals in india. maybe it’s thosehorsepeopleiwastalkingabout or theircousinsorsomething. and they wrote some hymns and mantras and stuff. you could make a religion out of this. there’s the bronze age collapse. now the phoenicians can get down to business. also, can we switch to a metal that’s a little easier to find? thanks. look who came back to israel, it’s the twelve tribes of israel. and they believe in god. just one though, he’s got like a ten step program. here’s some huge heads, must be the olmec. the phoenicians make some colonies. the greeks copy their idea and make some colonies. the phoenicians made a colony so big it makes colonies. here comes the assyrian empire. nevermind it’s the babylonian- median- it’s the persian empire. “wow, that’s big.” ah, the buddha was just enlightened! who’s the buddha? this guy, who sat under a tree for so long that he figured out how to ignore the fact that we’re all dying. you could make a religion out of this. oops, china just broke, but while it was breaking confucius was figuring out how to have good morals. ah, the greeks just had the idea of thinking about stuff. and right over here, alexander just had the idea of conquering the entire persian empire. it’s a great idea, he was…great. and now he’s dead. hopefully, the rest of the gang will be able to share the empire evenly between them. knock knock, it’s chandragupta, he says, “get the hell out of here, will you get the hell out of here if i give you 500 elephants? ok thanks bye; time to conquer all of india- or most of india”. but what about this part? that’s the tamil kings, no one conquers the tamil kings. who are the tamil kings? merchants, probably. and they’ve got spices. who would like to buy the spices? “me,” said the arabians, swiftly buying them and selling them to the rest of the world. hey, china put itself back together again with good morals as their main philosophy. actually they have three main philosophies. out here, the horse nomads run wild and free, and they would like to ransack your city. let’s check the greekification levels of the greekified kingdoms: greekification overload! “bye,” said the parthians, “bye,” said the jews. “hi,” said the parthians, taking over the entire place. “heyyyyyyyy,” said the romans, eating the entire mediterranean for breakfast. “thanks for invading our homeland,” said the jews, who were starting to get tired of people invading their homeland. “hi, everything’s great,” said some guy who seems to be getting very popular, and then gets arrested and killed for being too popular, which only makes him more popular. you could make a religion out of this. want silk? now you can buy it from china! they just made a brand new road to the world…or you can get there on water. “sick, new trade routes,” said india, accidentally spreading their religion to the entire southeast. hmm, that’s a good place for an epic trading kingdom. there goes buddhism, travelling up the silk road. i wonder if it’ll reach china before it collapses again. “remember the persian empire? yup,” said the persians, making a new one. axum is getting so powerful they would like to build a long stick. has anyone populated madagascar yet? let’s do it together. china is whole again…then it broke again. still can’t cross the sahara desert? try camels. “hell yeah, now we’ve got business,” said the ghana empire, selling lots of gold, and slaves. “hi i live in the roman empire and i was wondering, is loving jesus legal yet?” “no” “actually ok sure,” said constantine, moving the capitol way over here to be closer to his main rival. don’t worry about rome, it won’t fall. it’s the golden age of india. there’s the gupta empire. not chandragupta, just gupta, first name chandra, the first. guess who’s in rome? barbarians. what’s a barbarian? “non-romans,” said the romans, being invaded by non-romans. r.i.p. roman empire. or actually, just half is just fine. but it’s not in rome anymore so let’s give it a new name. the mayans have figured out the staaars. oh, and here’s a huge city, population everyone. the göktürks have taken over the entire eurasian steppe. great job, göktürks. how’s india? broken. how’s china? back together. how’s those trading kingdoms? bigger, and there’s more of them. korea has three kingdoms. japan has a kingdom, it’s the sunrise kingdom.

deep in the arabian desert, on the top of a mountain, the real god whispers in muhammad’s ear, so he goes down to the cube where everyone worships gods, and he tells them their gods are all fake. and everyone got so mad at him that he had to leave town and go to a different town. you could make a religion out of this. and maybe conquer the world as well. the roman empire is long gone, but somehow the pope is still the pope. plus there’s new kingdoms all over europe. i wonder if there’s room for moors. here’s all the wisdom, in a house. it’s the baghdad house of wisdom, just in time for the islamic golden age. “let’s bring stuff to the coast and sell it, and become the swahili on the swahili coast,” said the swahili on the swahili coast. remember this tiny space you have to go through to get from here to there? someone owns that now. wanna get enlightened in the middle of nowhere? the franks have the biggest kingdom in europe, and the pope is so proud that he invites the king over for christmas. “surprise, you’re the new roman emperor,” said the pope, pretending to still be part of the roman empire. then the franks broke their kingdom into what will later be called france and not france. the northerners, or just norse if you don’t have that much time, are exploring. they go north, from the north to the northern north, and they find some land. two types of land, and they name them accordingly. they also invade some other places and get called many names, such as vikings. there’s the rus, the kievan rus. are they vikings? “i don’t think so,” said the kievan rus. ok, fair enough. the pope is ready to make some more emperors of the roman empire, the holy roman empire. it’s actually germany but don’t worry about it. new kingdoms! christianizeallthekingdoms. which brand would you like? “mine’s better,” “mine’s better,” “mine’s better”. “time to conquer england,” said william. it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s the seljuk turks. “ahh!” said the byzantine empire, who’s getting so small it almost doesn’t exist anymore, “we need help!” they need help, so they call the pope. “hey pope, can you help us get rid of the seljuks? maybe take back the holy land on the way? come on, i know you wanna take back the holy land.” “yes, i do actually want to do that. let’s do a crusade.” crusade. they did many crusades, some of which almost didn’t fail, but at least the italians got some sweet trade deals. goodbye mayans. hello toltecs, goodbye toltecs, hello mississippi. look at those mounds. there’s the pueblo. i always wondered how to build a town in a cliff. guess who’s here? khmer. where? here, and pagan is there, and vietnam unconquered itself, korea just became itself, and japan is so addicted to art that the military might have to take over the government. china just invented bombs, and typing. and the mongols just invaded most of the universe. nice going, genghis. i bet that will last a long time! some of the islamic turks were unaffected by the mongol invasions because they were busy invading india. is it tonga time? i think it’s tonga time. i just found out where the swahili gets all their gold. look at this chad (means lake), there’s an empire there, right in the middle of africa. the king of mali is so rich he’s going on tour to let everyone know. “wow, that guy’s rich,” everyone said. the christians are doing a great job of conquering iberia which will soon be called spain and not spain. please remain christian. we will check in later to see if you are still christian when you least expect. whoops, half of europe just died. ming. china’s back, yay. hey khmer, time to share, new kingdoms here and there. oh look who controls all the islands, its the mahajapit. majahapit, mapajahit, mahapajit, mapajahit, majapahit? oh, italy’s really rich, time for them to care a lot about art and the ancient classics. it’s kinda like a rebirth. here’s a printer, lets make books. so you think you can conquer the byzantine empire? “yep,” said the ottoman turks. nice job, ottoman turks. whoops, you missed a spot; don’t forget to ban europe from the indian spice trade. “what? that’s bullshit,” said portugal, spiceless. well i guess we’ll have to find another way to india. “wait,” said christopher colombus, probably smoking crack, “if the world is round, lets go this way to india!” “nah, don’t worry we already got this,” said portugal. so chris goes to spain. “hey spain, wanna hire me to go find india by going around back of the world?”  “no.”  “please?”  “no.”  “please?”  “no.” “please?” “ok.” so he sails into the ocean, and discovers more ocean, and then discovers ‘the indies’ and ‘japan’. let’s draw a line to decide who gets which half of the world. the aztec and inca empires are off to a great start. i wonder if they know that europe just discovered their continent. the habsburgs are marrying into so many royal families they might have to start marrying each other. move over lithuania, here comes moscow. ivan wants to make russia great again. move over timurids, maybe go invade india or something. persia just made persia persian again. let’s make it the other kind of islam, the one where we thought the first guy should’ve been the other guy. hey christians, do you sin? now you can buy your way out of hell. “that’s bullshit, this whole thing is bullshit, that’s a scam, fuck the church, here’s 95 reasons why,” said martin luther, in his book which might have accidentally started the protestant reformation. “you know what would be magnificent?” said suleiman, wearing an onion hat, “what if the ottoman empire was really big, which it is now.”  “what if russia was big,” said ivan, trying not to be terrible. portugal had a dream that they controlled the entire indian ocean, including the spice trade, and then that dream was real. and spain realised that this is not india, but they pillaged it anyway. “damn,” said england and france, “we gotta start pillaging some stuff.” then the dutch revolt and all the hipsters move to amsterdam. “damn,” said amsterdam, “we gotta start pillaging some stuff.” question one: can you get to india through north america? no, but at least there’s beaver. question two: steal the spice trade. that’s not a question but the dutch did it anyway. sugar. guess where all the sugar’s made? in brazil. stolen! in the carribean, and it’s so goddamn profitable you might forget to not do slavery. the next thing on russia’s to-do list is to get bigger. britain and france are having a friendly discussion about who should control the entire world, more specifically, ohio. then it escalates into a seven year discussion, giving prussia a chance to show austria who’s boss. but what about britain and france, did they figure out who’s boss? yes they did, it’s britain. guess who’s broke? also britain. so they start taxing the hell out of america.

“fuck you,” says america, declaring their independence, and fighting for it. france helps them win, now france is broke. and britain will have to send their prisoners to a different continent. wait if france is broke, why do the king and queen still wear such fancy dresses? “let’s overthrow the palace and cut all their heads off!” said robespierre, cutting everybody’s head off until someone eventually got mad and cut his head off. you could make a reli- no don’t. haiti is starting to like the idea of a revolution, especially the slaves, who free themselves by killing their masters. “why didn’t we think of this before?” wait, who’s in charge of france now? “me,” said napoleon, trying to take over europe. luckily, they banished him to an island. but he came back. luckily, they banished him to another island. there goes latin america, becoming independent in the latin america wars of independence. britain just figured out how to turn steam into power, so now they can make many different types of machines and factories with machines in them so they can make a lot of products real fast. then they invent some trains, and conquer india and maybe put some trains there. “hey china,” said britain, “buy stuff from us.” “nah, dude we already got everything,” says china. so britain tried to get them addicted to opium, which worked actually, but then china made it illegal and dumped it all into the sea. so britain threw a hissy-fit and made them open up five cities and give them an island. britain and russia are playing a game where they try to stop each other from conquering afganistan. also the sultan of oman lives in zanzibar now, that’s just where he lives. india had a revolution, and they would like to govern themselves now. “nope,” said britain, governing them even harder than before. technology is about to go crazy. the united states finally figured out whether slavery is good or bad. “it’s bad,” they decided. and then they continued manifesting their destiny, which is to kill the rest of the natives and take their land, and maybe kick out the mexicans too. “i know, let’s rape africa,” said europe, scrambling to see who could rape it the fastest. they never got ethiopia.  britain and france are still hungry. they never got thailand. the united states ran out of destiny to manifest, so they’re looking for more. hawaii. cuba. wait spain controls cuba. “well, blame something on them and go to war! what should we blame on them? let’s blame the maine on spain!” so they blame the maine on spain. now we’re in business. to celebrate, they kick panama out of panama and make a canal, connecting the two oceans. britain just found oil in the middle east. it makes cars go. china is so tired of being bossed around that they delete their old government and make a new stronger government, which is accidentally weaker and controlled by a guy from the previous government. europe hasn’t had a war since the last war, so they start world war one. look at those guns. it’s gonna be a great war, so great we won’t need a second one. after it’s over, they blame germany. russia went on strike and the workers overthrew the government. now everyone’s paycheck is the same. communism, in the soviet union. the arabs revolt, and britain helps. now the ottoman empire is gone, so we can give the jewish people a place to live. hopefully the arabs won’t mind. “let’s cut the cake,” said sykes and picot, carving up the remains of the not-so-ottoman-anymore empire. except turkey, turkey makes a brand new turkey. and then the saudis conquer arabia. it just seemed like the right thing to do. hello? yes, it’s the 1920s calling. let’s get in a car and drive to a party and listen to the jazz on the radio and go to the movies. the economy’s great and it’ll probably be great forever. just kidding. germany’s back, featuring hitler, the angry mustache model. he’s mad at the jews for existing. japan is finally conquering the east, and they’re so excited they rape nanking way too hard. they should probably just deny it. hitler’s out of control, so the international community tackles him and tries to explain to him why killing all the jews is a bad idea, but he kills himself before they could explain it to him. that’s world war two. bonus round: pacific showdown, united states versus japan. fight! finish him. let’s unite all the nations and have some world peace. seems legit. “hi i’m gandhi and if britain doesn’t get the hell out of india i’m going to starve myself in public. wow, that worked?” bonus: now there’s pakistan. actually two pakistans. one of them can be bangladesh later. the jews and the arabs finally figured out which one of them should live in the holy land. “me”, they both said at the same time. “let’s divide up the land so everyone’s happy.” sike! they both get angrier. look out china, there’s a new china in china. what’s on the menu? communism! “no thanks,” said the other china, escaping to an island. i wonder which one is the real china. there’s the korean war, korea versus korea, nobody wins, then it’s on pause forever. let’s meet the sponsors. oh, it’s the two global superpowers. they’re having a friendly debate over which economic system is good and which is an evil virus of satan. and they both have atom bombs. fight! wait no that would be the end of the world. let’s just keep it cool and spy on each other instead. and make sure we have enough atom bombs. “i’ll race you to space. now let’s make some more countries fight themselves.” europe is tired of pillaging other continents, so the continents they were pillaging are tired of being pillaged. so here’s a new map, with new countries. now you can’t tell who they’re being pillaged by. the united states finally decided whether racism is good or bad. they decided it’s bad, and the world agrees. south africa might need another minute to think about it. let’s check the world population. woah. okay. technology’s better too, that might keep happening. the soviet union decides to relax a little and accidentally falls apart. europe makes a union, so now they can all use the same money; except britain because they don’t feel like it. let’s check the mail. surprise! it’s on the computer! whoops, someone just attacked america, i bet they’ll remember that. phone call, surprise, it’s in your pocket! wanna learn everything? surprise, it’s on the computer! now your phone’s a computer, which is in your pocket. whoops, the economy just crashed. don’t worry, the big banks won’t fail, because they’re not supposed to. surprise, flying robots! with bombs. wanna print a brain? some people have no friends. some people have no food. the globe is warming, and the ocean is full of plastic. “let’s save the planet,” said everybody, not knowing how. “let’s invent a thing inventor,” said the thing inventor inventor, after being invented by a thing inventor. that’s pretty cool. by the way, where the hell are we?

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dare :: zach dempsey

word count: 1635

warnings: lil bit of bryce the predator but mostly fluff and :)

a/n: this is my first time writing an imagine for Zach / 13 reasons why so !!!! I love ross butler !!!!!!!!!!!

“Y/N, come and join us!” You glanced over your shoulder, spotting the gang crowed into a circle in the sitting room but more specifically, you spotted Bryce who was waving you over.

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you told Clay you’d be back after a round of whatever they were playing. He nodded, turning to Hannah to continue their conversation and you left to join the rest of your friends.

You ignored Bryce who was insisting you sit beside him but you had very little trust in that boy, so instead you sat in the empty space beside Zach.

But Bryce was a persistent little guy, unused to the dismissal of his efforts from a girl and so he shooed the guy on your other side and seated himself next to you.

You rolled your eyes, relaxing your head back against the sofa to which Zach released a bout of laughter. You smiled, resting your head against Zach’s shoulder as you watched your friends decide on a game.

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Min Yoongi, Library Services

Author: @kpopfanfictrash as part of Bangtan University - a series of ongoing one shots with @eradikeats-writes

Creative Content Contributors: @daegusoftboys  (her moodboards for the series are perfection)

Pairing: Reader / Yoongi

Rating: NC-17 (Explicit Sex, Light Voyeurism) 

Word Count: 7,364

Summary: When you accept the the offered research position at Bangtan University, you are well aware of your partner’s prestige. The only problem is - so is he.

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Fireworks- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: Tom schedules a VIP tour for when he visits the Happiest Place on Earth and you happen to be that Disneyland tour guide.

Word Count: 2700

A/N: I have gone to Disneyland countless times and I know the entire map and random other facts about the magical park. I, however, have never paid for a Disneyland tour guide, so I am not 100% sure how the tours work (but I’m positive the tour guides can’t romantically fraternize with the guests). I am almost done with one of my requests, but it was just very hard for me to write that request while I had this Disneyland imagine in mind, so my apologies to whoever requested that one. I am working on it-I swear!


“Good morning, Y/N.” Your co-worker greeted you in the locker room as she used the mirror to adjust her plaid vest.

“Morning, June.” You smiled back at her. Your eyes trailed down to your own, matching red plaid vest. Working at Disneyland had its perks and being a tour guide came with the specific perk of going on rides all day.

“Y/N,” Your boss walked into the room, straightening out his red tie as he did so.

“Yes?” You replied, turning to him.

“You’ve got a tour today- I know, you have one everyday- but this is a very special and very important tour.” He said and you raised your eyebrows at him. It was unusual to hear your boss inform you of your tour- normally it was just written into your schedule. “We have a celebrity coming. It is his first time here and, as a new and upcoming star, fans shouldn’t be too much of a hassle.”

“May I ask who it is?”

“Tom Holland, the new Spider-Man. It’s rather bad timing to have him come during the Summer of Heroes, but he has bought a VIP tour package, so we must comply.”

“Really? The new Spider-Man?” You asked with wonder filling your eyes. You grew up loving the famous comic book character, but never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d actually meet one of the actors.

“Yes. As a Disneyland tour guide and a cast member, your job is to give him a magical Disneyland tour for the next few days and to treat him as a regular guest, not a celebrity. You have been given permission by the superiors to use the secret tunnels- only if absolutely necessary to steer him away from crowds.”

“The next few days? How long is the tour?”

“Three days. I believe two in Disneyland and one in California Adventure. In California, be extra careful as many Marvel fans will be out there for the new ride and also for the Summer of Heroes.”

“Got it, boss.”

“Get ready. Park opens in ten minutes.” He concluded, before leaving the locker room. June turned to you in awe.

“Your first celebrity tour. Good luck!” She smiled at you.

“Thanks, June. I might need it.” You laughed.

When the time came for your tour to begin, you went out to City Hall. You stopped just short of the door and adjusted your vest one last time. You opened the door to the lobby and found it to be full of people, waiting for their tours to begin. You glanced down at the name the tour was under, Harrison, and called it out to find the group. Three hands shot in the air and you made your way over to them. The three boys dropped their hands as you approached.

“Hello, welcome to the Happiest Place on Earth, Disneyland. My name is Y/N and I will be your tour guide for the next few days. My job is to help you have the most magical time while you are here.”

“I’m Tom and this is my best mate, Harrison, and my brother, Harry.” Tom stuck his hand out and you shook it. You shook hands with Harrison and Harry, smiling warmly at each of the guests.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you three. Would you like to get started?” You asked, gesturing to the exit doors. They nodded and you led them outside.

“Here is the Town Square part of Main Street USA. Main Street USA is the only land that has not been significantly altered since Disneyland’s opening in 1955. It represents early 20th century America and is based upon Walt’s hometown Marceline, Missouri.” You walked out into the street and turned towards the fire station, “Walt’s private apartment is located on the second story of the fire station and he would have a lamp on whenever he was in it. We keep the light on so his presence is still in the park today.” Your spouting of information came to a halt and you watched as Harry took some photos of the fire station and city hall with his camera.

“Harry’s the photographer. He’ll do this a lot.” Tom said to you with a laugh.

“It’s totally okay. Are you all first timers?” You asked as Harry finished, ready to move on.

“Yeah, we had a few days off so we figured Disneyland was the way to go.” He replied. You nodded in response.

“Good choice.” You laughed. “Shall we continue towards the castle?”


“Do you guys like pineapple?” You asked as you arrived in Adventureland.

“Yep.” Tom nodded and you pointed to the Dole stand outside of the Tiki Room.

“The absolute best place to get pineapple soft serve, or as we call it Dole Whip, is right there. Dole Whip can only be found here in Disneyland, Disneyworld, Disney’s Polynesian Resort, or the Dole plantation in Hawaii. Just behind the stand is the Enchanted Tiki Room, which is sponsored by Dole Foods and features beautiful, singing birds from equally beautiful islands. If you want to cool off, I suggest getting Dole Whip and then watching the show.”

“When’s the next show?” Harrison asked.

“There should be another one in just a few minutes.”

“I say let’s get us some Dole Whip then. If you suggest it, it must be good.” Tom stated.

The four of you got the said Dole Whip and sat outside of the Tiki Room, waiting for its doors to reopen.

“How is your Dole Whip? As good as I told you?” You asked, before taking a spoonful of your own.

“It’s absolutely delicious.” Tom said with a nod.


Your first day spent as Tom’s tour guide went smoothly. You took them on just about everything: Space Mountain, Pirates of the Caribbean, Splash Mountain, Winnie the Pooh (yes, because you dry off from Splash in there), Astro Blasters, Matterhorn, and Star Tours. The boys decided to save rides like Indiana Jones and Haunted Mansion for the last day of their trip. Today, you would take them on a tour in California Adventure. You greeted them in the entryway of Disneyland’s sister park with a bright smile.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Tom greeted you.

“Good morning, boys. Did you all sleep all right?” You asked.

“My feet hurt, but yeah.” Tom laughed.

“You’ll be walking a lot today as well. Welcome to Disney’s California Adventure. We are standing in Buena Vista Street, resembling Los Angeles during the 1920s. To take it easy on your feet right now, we’ll ride the red electric cable car to our newest attraction in Hollywood Land.”

“Ah, Guardians of the Galaxy? I should feel right at home.” Tom laughed.

“Hopefully, you feel more at home with the Avengers, than the Guardians.” You replied, leading them aboard the car.

“Well, Star Lord shares the same name as me.” He shrugged. You thought about it for a moment, before letting out a soft laugh- Peter Quill and Peter Parker.

“Say, Y/N, is Spider-Man one of the featured heroes in the Summer of Heroes?” Harrison asked.

“Yes,” You chuckled and Harrison nudged Tom, “The Summer of Heroes includes Spider-Man, Captain America, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Star Lord, Gamora, and Groot.”

“We should go meet Spider-Man.” Harry laughed.

“I’m right here, but I’m down for it.” Tom said.

“I can arrange for us to meet Spider-Man. Don’t worry, boys.” You said. Mentally, you were hoping they wouldn’t want to see him. After all, Tom was Spider-Man and he’d be more recognizable if nearby the thing really made him super famous.

While the four of you sat in your seats for the Guardians of the Galaxy ride, your body began to shake. Tom, from beside you, looked over in worry.

“Are you afraid of heights?” He asked you quietly.

“I’m more scared of the dropping feeling that comes with this specific ride.” You replied in a shaky voice.

“Here.” Tom moved his hand and grabbed yours, “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” You looked over at him and, as your eyes met his, your body relaxed. Tom let out a small smile, reassuring you that everything would be okay.

After the ride ended, you led them over to where Spider-Man’s queue was. All three boys were smiling as they went up to the masked hero.

“Hey, man! How’s it going?” Spider-Man asked.

“It’s going great. How about you, buddy?” Tom asked, switching into his Peter voice.

“I’ve had a great day. Busy helping out the Avengers, ya know.” He said, “Would you like a picture?”

“Of course!” You stood to the side as Tom, Harrison, and Harry took a photo with Spider-Man. You heard a gasp and your eyes darted over to the source.

“That’s Spider-Man!” Someone said from the line. Tom looked over at you worried.

“Yeah, I am Spider-Man.” The guy in the Spider-Man costume said.

“No, he’s is Spider-Man!” Another guy said. He pointed at Tom.

“No, no, I’m not. I just look like him.” Tom stated, slipping back into his British accent.

“Hey, that’s Harrison!” A girl screamed. The crowd started to go for Tom and the other two boys. Spider-Man and other nearby cast members jumped in the way to hold them back.

“We need to go.” You said, leading Tom, Harrison, and Harry into the nearby gate that read “Cast Members Only”.

“Are we allowed back here?” Harry asked.

“Only for emergencies.” You said and he started to lift his camera up. “No pictures back here.” He sheepishly dropped it back to its original position hanging around his neck.

“What do we do now? Just wait for people to leave?” Tom asked.

“No. We’re going to use secret tunnels.” You stated, making Harrison laugh. He quit once he saw your face.

“You’re serious?”

“Yes. How do you think the cast members get around? Now, follow me.” You replied, leading them into a tunnel to the complete other side of the park.


The next day, you took them on the rides they missed the first and rodes that they wanted to go on again. Among those rides was Haunted Mansion and, as each doom buggy could only hold two people, Tom volunteered for going with you, like he had done on all of the previous rides that called for twos. Noticing his actions, you asked him about it.

“Tom, how come you always choose me? Why not ride with Harrison or Harry?”

“I enjoy spending this time with you. Is there something wrong with me wanting to ride with you?” He asked with a hesitant laugh.

“Well, no, but-”

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Tom said. As your doom buggy descended into the darkness of the ride, Tom let his hand slip onto the seat and find yours. You jumped in shock at the sudden touch. “It’s okay.” He repeated, securing his hand in yours. You felt the same comfort that you felt yesterday just before Guardians of the Galaxy: Mission breakout.

“That was a great ride. And that entire thing is underground?” Tom asked you as you two climbed out of the doom buggy at the end of the ride.

“Yes. A lot of Disneyland’s famous rides are underground, such as this one, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Indiana Jones.”

“That’s mad.” He replied in awe. You met up with Harrison and Harry on the escalator back to ground level. Harrison looked over at you and Tom, then turned to Harry with a smirk on his face. You glanced down at your hand and you realized you still hadn’t dropped Tom’s hand. By the way he started a conversation with Harry about the hitchhiking ghosts, you figured he had forgotten about it as well. Blushing, you let go of his hand and let yours fall back by your side. Tom stopped mid-sentence and looked over at you for a brief second. He turned back to Harry to continue talking when you looked away.

Once outside of the ride, you left to check in with your boss as they shopped over in Frontierland. When you returned to the tour, Tom had just checked out.

“Y/N, I’ve got something for you.” Tom said. He stuck his hand into his new Disneyland shopping bag and you put your hand over his wrist, stopping him.

“I can’t-”

“I insist. You’ve been a major help to us- we definitely would not have been able to have this much fun and do this many rides without you.” He said.

“As a Disneyland tour guide-”

“Right now, you’re one of us, not a tour guide.” Tom stated. You let go of him and he pulled out a set of Minnie Mouse ears.

“They’re lovely.” You laughed lightly, touched by it.

“I’ve heard that you give someone Disney ears when they mean a lot to you.”

“I’ve only known you three days, Tom.” You stated.

“Are you saying you don’t want them?” He faux pouted. You shook your head as a smile formed on your face. “Good, because I don’t know Disneyland’s return policy.”

“Actually-” You started and he placed the ears on your head.

“Shush. You’re keeping them.” He replied.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you. You made this trip better than I could possibly imagine.” Tom smiled, his hand moving towards yours.

“Are you two ready yet? We want to grab some ice cream before viewing the fireworks again. I need as many chances to get good fireworks shots as I can get.” Harry asked, interrupting your moment with Tom. You two moved away from each other instantly.

“Right. Let’s go.” You nodded, heading out of the store with the boys following you.

“You just had to butt in.” Tom grumbled to Harry.

“Be quicker about it, mate.” Harry said with a shrug.

You took them to Main Street’s Ice Cream Parlor and the four of you got your respectful ice creams. You then led them over to one of the best spots to view the fireworks with the castle in view.

“So, how often do you get to watch the fireworks?” Tom asked as he stood beside you.

“Every night. And it’s magical each and every night.” You replied, smiling up at Sleeping Beauty’s castle.

“Have you always wanted to work here?“I’ve always wanted to entertain people, but I knew I’d never make it as an actress or a singer. Disneyland makes people happy and I love being a part of that.”

“I think you’d be an amazing actress.” Tom said and you laughed, rolling your eyes.

“I’m just a tour guide- I’m not a character or a Jungle Cruise guide.” You stated, with a shrug, “I’m happy where I am. I don’t think I could ever handle the spotlight.”

“Yeah, it’s hard sometimes. I still don’t really see myself as famous. I mean, I’ve been in Disneyland for three days and no one has recognized me- even when I met Spider-Man, no one recognized me.”

“Well, everyone’s focused on their next ride or the magic in Disneyland- they’re not looking for a celebrity.” You laughed.

“I guess.” You looked back at Tom and he paused for a moment, “You-” He was cut off with a loud bang from the fireworks. He jumped, startled at the sudden noise.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” You asked him.

“You look beautiful.” He said, making eye contact with you again.

“I’ve been in the same outfit for the past three days.” You laughed.

“Yes, but you still look beautiful.” Tom raised the volume in his voice so you could hear him over the fireworks’ claps, “Is it all right if I kiss you now?” He asked, stepping closer to you. You hesitantly nodded and he leaned in. Fireworks were going on behind you two but you were focused on the fireworks going on between you two. It was pure magic…

…And Harry made sure to capture the moment perfectly with a large red firework sparkling in the background.

No one can blame you for walking away
Too much rejection
No love injection
Life can be easy
It’s not always swell
Don’t tell me truth hurts, little girl
‘Cause it hurts like hell
But down in the underground
You’ll find someone true
Down in the underground
A land serene
A crystal moon, ah, ah
It’s only forever
Not long at all
Lost and lonely
That’s underground

282. UNDERGROUND - Labyrinth Soundtrack, 1987

missyourgingerhair  asked:

Hi! I love your blog and your meta, but I specially love your au tag, so I have a question for you. What do you think would have happened if both Rhaegar and Robert had died at the Trident? And if Aerys, for any cause, had also died? I just like to imagine a world where Elia is alive and ruling like a boss (maybe as Regent Queen?). She deserved so much better!

She did indeed. However, unfortunately your AU doesn’t make any changes to Tywin, and that’s what you need for Elia to live. 

All right. Please see the Robert’s Rebellion timeline, or check the wiki, and follow along. At the Battle of the Trident, though Robert killed Rhaegar, he was also wounded. Let’s assume that those wounds kill him, but not before Ned leaves with the rebel army, marching down the Kingsroad as fast as possible to get to King’s Landing, chasing the remains of the loyalist army. Ned may be informed about Robert’s death by raven, if the maesters don’t cover it up, and at that point the question of who the rebels will acclaim as their new king is very important – Stannis (as Robert’s heir, though he’s besieged in Storm’s End and not anywhere near the army at that time), or Ned (as the most injured by Aerys’s mad despotic rule, and who Robert had wanted to be king, not him), or Jon Arryn (third most, also preferred by Robert) – but either way, it’s not certain that Tywin will be informed. And Tywin must already have his Westerlands army on the march, to reach King’s Landing before the rebel army does.

Now, if Tywin finds out about Robert’s death before he gets to KL, that isn’t necessarily a reason for him to support the Targaryens. He still hates Aerys, remember. (Who I cannot figure out how to kill before Jaime does it, short of Rhaella stabbing him (very unlikely) or him pulling a Maegor on the Iron Throne (extremely unlikely) so that’s going to stay the same.) And even if Tywin decides the rebels’ cause is lost, in his mind Elia is still “nothing”, and still the one who stole Rhaegar from Cersei. So, if Tywin chooses to stay nominally loyal to the Targaryens, I think he’ll still sack King’s Landing (under the excuse of removing the mad remains of Aerys’s rule) and have Elia killed in the chaos, so that he can be regent for Aegon, or possibly Viserys. Probably eventually Viserys, so that Cersei can marry him and be queen as the gods intended. (Though note Viserys is on Dragonstone at this point, not in King’s Landing, so Tywin would make sure to keep Aegon alive… for now.) And if Tywin still goes over to the rebels (if he doesn’t find out about Robert’s death until it’s too late), then the Sack proceeds with no changes at all.

Afterwards, the question of who will be chosen as the new king is a big one. If the rebel lords acclaim Stannis, then the relief of the Siege of Storm’s End becomes very very important. (And Mace Tyrell also becomes incredibly important, as he’s not just lazily besieging a rebel leader’s younger brothers, but the rebels’ new king.) If the rebels choose Ned or Jon Arryn (over the protests of maesters who say they don’t have a royal claim), then what’s relevant is how Tywin holds King’s Landing, either pro-rebel or pro-Targaryen and Aegon’s guardian. Actually, that’s highly relevant if Stannis is acclaimed too, so let’s get back to that point.

If Tywin is pro-rebel, then he has opened the gates to the rebel army, but Ned and Jon and/or Stannis are not nearly as grateful/forgiving of his Targaryen murders as Robert was in the original timeline. (Jaime would then go to the Wall, and Cersei’s not marrying anyone royal.) If pro-Targaryen, then Tywin has closed the gates and the war… happens some more, I’m not sure how exactly… until, most likely, a Great Council is called. At the Council, either Tywin will be convinced to go over to the rebel side (and Aegon and Rhaenys probably go to the Faith or Wall), or some sort of consensus is agreed regarding Aegon VI becoming king with a regency council much like Aegon III’s. Regarding the occasional AU meta post I’ve seen where someone states the rebels would never allow this, due to the fear of Aegon growing up to take revenge on them– you just control his education so that he grows up learning of the immoral and illegal activities of his father and grandfather and how good for Westeros it was that they were deposed. I mean, this obviously happened with Aegon III, as he never changed Aegon II’s declaration that Rhaenyra was never a queen, only a usurper, and his regency council was a mix of Blacks and Greens with no known revenge on the Greens once he came into his majority. And Aegon VI’s just a toddler, he’d be remarkably easy to influence as he grows up.

But unfortunately Elia is still dead, in any variation. :(  Well… there might be a variation that could please you a bit more. I’ve answered the question of what if Robert and Rhaegar both died at the Trident before – and in that one I gave Tywin a bit more caution and less desire for revenge, so the Sack doesn’t happen. I think that this version in this post is slightly more probable, alas, because Tywin is Tywin in any history, and TWOIAF had not yet been released when I wrote that post… but choose what you like. (Though seriously, if you want Elia to live in a Robert’s Rebellion AU, you need to kill Tywin, not Robert. You’d end up with a much better Westeros on the whole, too. If you do it early enough, you might prevent Jaime and Cersei from being as badly warped, but doing it near the Rebellion saves Tyrion from quite a lot of damage, at least.) Hope that helps!


Here’s the scene storyline if theres anyone who doesnt understand whats going on above.

Im too lazy to finish the comic so I’ll just type it down instead. I apologize if my grammar and spelling are terrible. Pls bear with me.

——(Guardian AU)——

The apartment room was lit warmly by the small lamp, Flug’s figure slumped on his old study table. He can faintly hear the ‘guardians’ walking around, probably scanning the place. He involuntarily rolled his eyes behind his goggles, huffing—Honestly, he doesnt care if Sir Black complaint about his apartment. He’s too tired to care, being in the forest for too long drained all his energy.

Flug’s eyes then landed on the small pot infront of him. The poor plant was all dried up and bald from his absence. The pretty petals were now withered and is sitting pitily under the dried stem. He felt a small pang of disappointment and sadness in his chest as he gently poked the stem, the last dying leaf slowly dropped down. He sighed, despite his limbs protesting, he stood up and dragged himself off the table. The plant is dead, better well to throw it away. He dragged himself to the storage room, pointedly ignoring the screams of his limbs. A pair of black eyes stared at his back with curiosity as the tall white figure stood on the hallway. White Hat felt himself frown, his wings twitching behind him. As much as he learned from the scientist, he knows that he’s beyond exhausted…judging by how hes slumped over and arms acting like noodles. He stepped inside the room, giving it a quick glance before settling his gaze on the pot.

He tilted his head, turning his body fully towards the table and strolled to it. “You have a very interesting flower…” White Hat spoke as he knelt down beside the table, his palms reaching up and acted as a support on his head and watched the pot.

Flug paused from tearing the trash bag away from its box, his white orbs glancing towards the room. What the…interesting?? That small dead plant is interesting? Flug almost let out a snicker but he was too darmn tired to give a crap. With another tired sigh, he snatched the trash bag and headed back to the room.

“White Hat, that plant is dead. Its not needed anymore so I’m going to-” Flug stopped his sentence as his gaze landed on the scene infront of him. White hat was humming faintly, both palms on his cheeks. His wings were folded, as always, and he seems be focused on something.

“May I ask who is it from or perhaps you raised this one on your own?”

And that something was the plant.

Once was dead rose, is now blossoming with red roses and healthy green leaves and stems. It’s petals almost look like it glowed under the lamp and its leaves are up and alive, no signs of brown or yellow spots. Like it never died and was just in its perfect health.

What the-?! How-

Flug felt himself twitched as he faintly saw a small glint of blue smoke, disappearing as soon as he landed his gaze on it. Ah, of course. Flug’s eyes shot back to White Hat, who was still kneeling beside the table, eyes sparkling as if he just saw the most purest thing wake up for the first time. Flug’s mind gears turned, his posture relaxing.

“…You can revive living things…?”

“I can?”

Flug’s train if thought halted as he heard the gentle voice of the angel. Wait, what? He then placed his hands on the table, slightly leaning on it slowly, as if he’ll destroy the rose when he moved too fast.

“…you just revived the rose.” Flug stated, glancing at White Hat. The Angel tore his gaze away from the flower, lifting his jaw off of his hands. “I did?”

Flug felt a twinge of irritation and a bit of amusement. Does he not know thatbhe possesses this ability? “Uh, of course you did, it happened infront of you.”

“Oh? I thought it was doing it on its own…is that not how plants work?”

…does this guy even know how to take care of a plant?

He turned to look at White Hat, whose eyes are now wide with curiosity and confusion. Flug felt the othet darker presence lean on the door, a smug smirk on his face as he watched both Flug and the angel.

Flug pushed down an exhausted sigh from his throat, pointly ignoring Black Hat’s presence as he became a but uncomfortable at the angel’s curious but also hopeful look. Looks like he’s going to explain more things than he thought he’ll be.

That was my mother’s rose.

Out of All the Stars

GIF Credit to: ygo-gx

Pairing: Moo Myung/Sun Woo (Park Seo Joon) X Reader

Genre: angst & fluff

Word Count: 3,666 (omg idk how i feel about this number)

Request: A scenario with Sun Woo, where the reader likes him and is always around him and trying to get his attention, but he only ever pays attention to Ah Ro (He basically friendzoned the reader) so when she gives up and stops trying to get close to him, like she doesn’t walk with him or says hi, he realizes what he did and goes to the reader? - anonymous

Seeing a group of young men in uniforms crossing the bridge, you squinted your eyes for sight of the one person you were waiting for all morning. He was someone special to you, and ever since the formation of Hwarang, you didn’t meet him as often as you liked. Although he wasn’t with you most of the time, you thought of him at least once every single day.

It was only after most of the elites walked passed you that you finally spotted that person behind. With your hands waving excitedly up in the air, you called his name, “Sun Woo! Sun Woo! Over here!”

When he heard your voice, Sun Woo looked over in your direction and grinned, waving back at you. Your heart melted. He looked so handsome. It reminded you of the first time you found him at Okta. Your friends had invited you to hear Ah Ro’s storytelling, and you agreed to tag along. For some reason, a fight broke out, and Sun Woo appeared, getting in between to stop the fight. Watching him made your heart beat a little faster. Curious about who he was, you asked around, and no one knew at the time. They’ve never seen him until that night. Later, some of your friends told you that Sun Woo was actually Ah Ro’s brother, but you were quite skeptical. Something about their relationship didn’t make sense to you.

You met Sun Woo a few times afterwards at Ah Ro’s home when your mother would have you go around Seorabeol to run errands, including getting medicine from Ah Ro’s place. As soon as you found out that Sun Woo stayed there, you usually stuck around for a little longer than you needed to in order to talk to him. You wanted to get to know him more and because of the extra time, the both of you grew closer, becoming great friends.

Before he was admitted to become a Hwarang, the days that he was still home, there were times when the two of you would go on walks together in the early morning, right when the sun would peek out from the horizon. It was your favorite thing to look forward to, and maybe Sun Woo found it easy to trust you. You weren’t sure yourself. Surprisingly, one of those days, Sun Woo confessed that he wasn’t Ah Ro’s brother at all.

He thought he was going to have to keep it a secret from everyone for as long as he lived. You were the first friend that he made after Ah Ro’s real brother was killed, and Sun Woo didn’t have the heart to keep that secret from you. Even Ah Ro herself didn’t know that, so now you had to keep that secret for as long as you lived.

“Are you going to wait for me every time I come back to Seorabeol, (Y/N)?” Sun Woo asked with a smile as he approached you.

“I want to be the first face you see after staying in the Hwarang House,” you said. “How long are you staying in the village this time before going back?”

Sun Woo thought about it and raised up the number of fingers. “Three days.”

Three days, you thought. You had three days to spend with Sun Woo before he had to return to the Hwarang House. “Are you hungry? I didn’t eat yet. We should go eat together!”

“Thank goodness. I’m starving,” Sun Woo groaned, patting his stomach. He glanced behind him before looking back at you. “I’m sure Ah Ro is hungry, too. She’s a little slow, but she’ll be here soon. The three of us can go get lunch.”

You blinked, registering his words a second late before you accidentally blurted out, “What?”

As much as you liked Ah Ro, you weren’t sure how to answer since you had actually planned for only you and Sun Woo to go to the nearby restaurant. Still, you knew that there would be a chance that Sun Woo wouldn’t agree to go with you if Ah Ro wasn’t with him. He usually stuck around her like glue. Instead of refusing like you secretly wanted, you mustered the most animated smile you could manage. “Oh. Yeah! Sure. The three of us can go.”

I think I’m going to have indigestion, you thought to yourself as you watched the scene in front of you unfold. Sun Woo continued to place side dishes into Ah Ro’s rice bowl, encouraging her to eat a lot. You didn’t know which was worst - if Sun Woo was or wasn’t related to Ah Ro. As a brother or a lover, he still cared for Ah Ro a lot. You couldn’t help but feel like an outsider between them. Glancing down at Sun Woo’s bowl, you found that his was still full. He was too busy trying to feed Ah Ro, that he wasn’t even eating himself.

With your pair of chopsticks, you picked up some meat and piled them onto Sun Woo’s rice. “Eat,” you said, before looking away from the two and poking your own bowl.

“Yeah, Sun Woo. I can feed myself,” Ah Ro assured. “You need to eat, too. Stop letting (Y/N) take care of you like a baby.”

“(Y/N) isn’t like a mom taking care of a baby.” Sun Woo hummed in thought and then snapped his fingers, pointing at you with a mischievous smile. “She’s more of a servant taking care of a king?”

“King, my-” You grabbed your spoon and used the back of it to hit Sun Woo’s head. He let out a yelp, rubbing the same spot the spoon landed. Ah Ro burst into laughter.

“Serves you right,” you and Ah Ro teased in unison.

“Wow, (Y/N). I was going to introduce you to some of my friends at Okta later tonight, but you can forget it,” Sun Woo murmured.

“I’m not interested in any of your friends, Sun Woo,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I barely even go to Okta. Besides, I have to help my mother with some sewing. If anything, if there is time at night, I’ll stop by Sutabaksu for tea.”

“Oh? We should go for tea together, (Y/N),” Ah Ro said.

Sun Woo was taken aback. “Wait, Ah Ro. Weren’t you going to do some storytelling at Okta? That’s the only reason I had agreed to go to Okta with Soo Ho and Yeo Wool in the first place.”

Of course it was.

“Well, I don’t know… I think I’d rather have tea…”

You shared a nervous laugh. You knew that if Ah Ro joined you, Sun Woo would follow. As much as you would’ve liked to see Sun Woo again, the feeling of you sitting around while he and Ah Ro were together made you a little uncomfortable. “Actually, it’s not a sure thing. My mother will be needing a lot of help, so I might not even go.”

Sun Woo knocked Ah Ro on the head lightly with his knuckles. “If you don’t want to Okta, you and I can go to Sutabaksu together then.”

You definitely weren’t feeling hungry anymore.

“What about Soo Ho and Yeo Wool?”

Quickly, you stood up from the table, causing the other two to look up at you, confused. You smiled uneasily. “Sorry. I still have to head to the market to pick up some things before heading home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

You started to reach for your small coin pouch to pay when Sun Woo stopped you by reaching for your hand. When he touched you, you felt your whole face start to heat. “Don’t worry, (Y/N). You can go ahead. I got it.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, shyly.

Sun Woo smiled. “And we shall meet tomorrow, correct? Early in the morning?”

“Of course.” You nodded your head. Waving goodbye to Sun Woo and Ah Ro, you hurried out of the restaurant, catching a breath.

When evening came, you were already sitting in the middle of the room with your mother, various fabrics laid around the two of you. You started on a new attire when you looked over at your mom who was working at a very experienced pace. “Oooh, Mother. That hanbok is looking very pretty. I’m sure a lot of maidens around here will like it,” you praised.

“It’s for you, dear,” your mother answered. She stopped working the needle and looked over at you with a warm smile. “Did you go see the boy you like again today?”

You let out a laugh. “Mother…”

“What? It’s not like you were talking about him a million times and every time the Hwarangs come back to the village,” she teased.

“Yes, I did see him. Just for a little bit.”

“If you like him, you should let him know.”

You push the fabrics aside and spread your body out on the floor, head on top of your mother’s lap. With a sigh, you replied, “I’m with him every chance I get. I deliver what seems to be the most obvious clues. How is it that he never figures any of them out? He may have affection for another lady.”

Your mother brushed the stray hairs in front of your face back. “Unless he says so himself that there is another in his heart, I think it is wrong for my beautiful daughter to give up. You just never know when it comes to love.”

“I don’t know about love, but I just know that I really really really have feelings for him.”

“You mother has a suggestion. How about when you go on your morning walk with the fine young man tomorrow, you wear this hanbok? Also, that hairpiece that you really like? You’ll look even more beautiful.”

“Am I not beautiful now, Mother?” you whined, feigning hurt.

With a lighthearted laugh, your mother softly slapped your arm, gesturing you to sit up straight and get back to work. Your heart jumped with joy, ready for the next morning with you and just Sun Woo.

Rising even earlier than usual, you put on the soft light blue hanbok that your mother had laid out last night. The dress fit you perfectly. You gathered the top half of your hair and turned it into a bun, sticking your favorite floral hairpin to secure. With your mother still sleeping soundly, you quietly ambled out to the door and slid the door closed behind you.

The sun wasn’t out until a short time later, so the morning air around you was quite chilly. You sat out on the large low table outside of your home, waiting for Sun Woo to come by like he always did. Where should we walk to today? The lake nearby the castle? Maybe we could walk to Dayiseo to shop afterwards?

“Where is he?” you asked moments later when Sun Woo had still yet to show up at his usual time. “Don’t tell me he is still asleep…”

You looked across your view. The dark blue sky was slowly being replaced with a lighter blue, and the slight yellow-orange of the sun was starting to poke out. Deciding not to wait any longer, you stood up and headed for Ah Ro’s home.

By the time you arrived, the half of the sun was visible. You noticed that no one was outside. Just then, the door opened, and Ah Ro’s father stepped out. “Oh, (Y/N),” the physician greeted, a little surprised. “You’ve come to pick up medicine early today?”

You shook your head politely. “Oh no, Ah Ro’s father. I actually came for Sun Woo… Is he here?”

“Ah, Sun Woo. No, Sun Woo isn’t here. He and Ah Ro just went to the market to get some things for dinner later tonight. They might come back soon, so you can wait for them if you’d like.”

“That’s fine, sir. I actually have somewhere to go, too. I thought Sun Woo would be here, so I wanted to talk to him first. But I’ll just come back some time later. Thank you.”

Instead of going on a morning walk with Sun Woo as you planned, you ended up walking by yourself. You couldn’t help but be mad at Sun Woo. If he didn’t want to go with you, he could’ve just said so. That was way better than you having to going to him yourself and finding out he was with Ah Ro. Even with your bad mood, you tried to enjoy your walk. The birds in the trees chirped on your way to the lake. You looked out to see the sun reflected onto the still water. That helped calm you down.

“i bet if I jumped into the lake, he still would have eyes only for Ah Ro,” you said to no one in particular.

“True. I only have only eyes for Ah Ro.”

Not expecting an answer back, you jumped at the voice that replied to you. Once you saw the familiar face, you placed a hand on your heart and became mad again. “Hey! You scared me! Why would you do that?! Crazy!”

“Crazy?” Ji Dwi chuckled, amused. “I’m not the one talking to myself.”

“Not funny.”

Ji Dwi shrugged, taking place right next to you, sharing you view of the pretty lake. “Are you really thinking of jumping?”

“Then I’d really be crazy,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Sun Woo right now?” Ji Dwi asked. You shot him a look, and it was like a light bulb lit above his head. “Oh… I see.” He nudged your arm. “See, this is why you shouldn't have abandoned me and been all over him. You’re basically doing to me what he’s doing to you.”

“What? Do you like me?” you deadpanned.

“Oh, shivers just went up my spine!” Ji Dwi exclaimed as he rubbed his arms. “You can’t just go around saying things like that. I like you as a friend and you will ever only be a companion to me, (Y/N).”

“Likewise, friend,” you said. “See, when you refer to me as a friend, I have no feelings towards you. When Sun Woo does it…”

You sighed and let out a frustrated noise. Ji Dwi stood and laughed at your actions. “Okay. From today onward, I am going to ignore Sun Woo. I have put in all this effort just to be called a friend, so I am done.”


“I don’t know!” you admitted. “But I’m going to put in as much effort to avoiding him at all costs. No more morning walks or anything like that.” Without saying a word of goodbye to Ji Dwi, you marched on, starting the day determinedly by yourself.

Instead of returning home for breakfast with your mother, you decided to go to the restaurant for your meal. You knew if Sun Woo remembered his meeting with you, he would be either waiting for you at your place or at the lake. Or still with Ah Ro. Either way, you didn’t want to see him.

Most of the day, you were out in the village, entering and leaving of stores. Dayiseo was really popular, so you always stopped in there. You were looking at the newly made hairpins when a familiar voice entered the store. You froze before looking near the entrance. Sun Woo! You hurried and returned the hairpin where it belonged. With your heart thumping in your chest, shocked, you rushed out of the store in hopes he didn’t see you.

“(Y/N)?” Sun Woo said when he spotted a figure that looked just like you dart out of Dayiseo. He tilted his head, unsure whether it was you or not. If it was, why were you running away instead of saying hello like you always did? Must not be her, Sun Woo thought. He was about to forget about it all until he remembered something else that he forgot. His eyes widened. “Oh no.”

You were able to avoid Sun Woo for the rest of the day. You stayed home. He did come by, but thankfully, your mother told him that you were out with some friends the whole day. Maybe it was better that you didn’t stick around Sun Woo and Ah Ro. That would mean you wouldn’t hurt your own feelings. Were you though? Were you protecting your heart by trying to cut ties? How did you know it wasn’t going to hurt you more?

Since you figured you wouldn’t go on morning walks any longer, you decided to sleep in a little longer. Only, your mother ended waking you up anyway. “(Y/N), it is rude if you let him stay outside to wait for you. Either you talk to him or send him home.”

“Can’t you do it, Mother?”

“I’m sure he deserves to at least hear it from you. Dear. He’s returning to the Hwarang House tomorrow. The things that need to be taken care of today…. they need to be taken care of today so wake up.”

You let out a tired groan, rolling out of your mattress.

“Go home,” you said with a frown as soon as you stepped outside.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N)! I really am. I didn’t mean to forget about yesterday. Can we please talk somewhere else?” Sun Woo asked desperately.

“Mother,” you turned around and called. “It’s not working! He’s not leaving!”

“(Y/N), please.”

“You’re not sorry. How could you be sorry when you forgot to meet with me so that you could spend time with your Ah Ro?”

“It wasn’t even like that. Her father asked for some things at the market, and I thought it was a lot. I wanted to give her a hand or else she’d be carrying heavy bags by herself. I thought you’d understand and at least forgive me for that little thing, (Y/N).”

“Well, I don’t, Sun Woo! Because I have always let all those little things go. You know who wakes up every morning just to be with you? I do. You know who takes you home from Okta whenever you get drunk? I do. Because Ah Ro was always still telling her stories. You know who waits for you every time you comeback from the Hwarang House? I do. You know who gives you attention whenever Ah Ro doesn’t? I do.”

You bit your bottom lip back, what you usually do to stop tears. Sun Woo watched you silently.

“You know what you did whenever I invite you to go somewhere with me? Go to Ah Ro. Okta? You drink for Ah Ro. Dayiseo? You buy things for Ah Ro.”

You blinked the first few tears away, looking away from Sun Woo.

“I know. I know you never asked me to do any of the things I do, Sun Woo. The reason why I do it is because I like you.” You took a breath before exhaling, shakily, “I like you, fool. But you probably do the things for Ah Ro because you have affection for her. So, please… please let me know if you have feelings for her so that I know to stop mine for you.”

Wiping you tears away, you turned around, embarrassed to have him see you crying.

“Please go home, Sun Woo…”

When you heard the footsteps behind you move farther and farther from your home, you couldn’t help but break into a sob. Your mother opened up the door and walked over to you. She wrapped her arms around you and pet your hair. “Oh, (Y/N). My beautiful daughter.”

The way stars twinkled in the night sky always left people in awe. There were millions and millions of them lighting up, flickering as if they were sending some kind of message. As you laid outside on the large low table in front of your home, you continued to watch the stars. “Make sure you come inside soon before you catch a cold, (Y/N),” your mother said from inside.

“Yes, Mother.”

You began to sit up when you found someone standing in front of your home’s entrance. Sun Woo slowly walked towards you, closing the space between you two. “Can I sit?” he asked.

You nodded your head, and he took the seat next to you. You looked at him. “Why are you here?”

“To apologize. I realized I really didn’t apologize earlier, and I wanted to do it before tomorrow… I’m sorry, (Y/N). Ah Ro… I have no feelings for her. I mean, I do, but it’s not the way you think. I don’t know how to explain it. I care for her a lot, and it feels like I have to take care of her a lot. Ever since her real brother… I feel like I owe him at least that. He can’t be there for her, so I should.”

“How do you know that you’re just not making that as an excuse because you actually like her?” you asked, still unable to make eye contact with him.

“Because after you yelled at me and made me go home, I spent that time thinking. I guess that helped because I figured some things out.”

“Like what?”

Sun Woo hands reached out hesitantly at first, but then he gathered courage and held one of your hands. He smiled.

“My heart went towards someone. It told me, ‘no one but her.’ Even when she’s not the nice to look at when she’s crying, it can’t be anyone but her.“

He placed his other hand on top of yours. Not only was your hand warm, but you were so sure your face was once again.

“I know I messed up, but please let me make it up to you, (Y/N). I leave tomorrow, but when I come back, I’ll treat you better than a queen.”

You glanced up at the sky, watching the stars twinkle.

With a smile, you replied, “I’ll be waiting for you near the bridge, as always.”

  • Valkyrie Cain: Are we close to the airport?
  • Skulduggery Pleasant: Airport?
  • Valkyrie: Sorry, airstrip. The landing thing. Runway. Whatever.
  • Skulduggery: Ah, I'm afraid we won't be landing. This is a round trip for the pilots, no rest stops in between.
  • Valkyrie: We're going to parachute out? Oh my Go, I've always wanted to try that!
  • Skulduggery: Parachutes. Yeah, they'd probably have been a good idea.
  • Valkyrie: We don't have parachutes?
  • Skulduggery: Why would we need them?
  • Valkyrie: Because... we're jumping out of a plane.
  • Skulduggery: You jump out of your bedroom window all the time.
  • Valkyrie: That's a little different, Skulduggery. My bedroom window isn't thirty thousand feet off the ground.
  • Skulduggery: But you still use the air to slow your descent, yes? So do the same here. I don't know what you're worried about.
  • Valkyrie: I'm not worried about the jumping. I'm worried about the falling. I'm worried about the splatting.
  • Skulduggery: You amuse me.

-Anon request

“Thranduil,” you greeted, bowing deeply before continuing towards the great Elf. “I am here about the deal you put forward for our lands.”

“Ah, yes,” he nodded, returning the pleasantries. “You’re here in representation of the land of Men. Lady Y/N, isn’t it?”

“It is,” you told him, producing the previously designed charter put forward by your council.

You had been directed to the throne room where you had found the -tall- blond Elven King already signing another charter you guessed was between the Woodland Realm and another Elven Kingdom. Despite meeting frequently with various elves, you always admired their graceful yet deadly beauty- Thranduil was no different: he was taller than average for an elf but no less effortlessly graceful and magnificent.

The Elven King accepted the scroll and scanned through it quickly; while you waited, you glanced around the room absently. Elven manufacture was really something to behold and you couldn’t take your eyes off the ornately carved arches leading through to a large stone balcony overlooking an incredible waterfall.

“Father-” You heard a voice call from behind you, making you look over your shoulder to see another elf, almost identical to Thranduil but younger and wearing considerably less expensive finery.

“Legolas,” Thranduil acknowledged, without looking up from the scroll he still read. “This is the Lady Y/N of the Land of Men. She is here concerning a deal about merging our iron resources.”

Smiling at Legolas, Thranduil’s son, you took a step towards him and greeted him, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Legolas. I’ve heard a significant amount about you: you’re fighting skills are apparently something to truly behold.”

At the unexpected praised, the elf flushed a violent shade of red -which made you smile amusedly- and stumbled over his words, “Oh, umm, thank you.”

A fond grin spread across your lips and you found yourself falling into a deep conversation with the attractive elf before you knew what you were doing. By the time Thranduil was finished with the charter and had handed it back to you with the promise of his acceptance, you felt as though you knew Legolas like an old friend.

Just as you were leaving, he caught your arm and whispered, “Meet me, Y/N, somewhere. I wish desperately to see you again.”

You smiled giddily and nodded. “Well, if your father keeps his word, I shall indeed be returning often from now on anyway. Perhaps we will see each other again, after all.”

And with that, you left. With the smitten elf watching helplessly after you.

anonymous asked:

Did you hear about the USAF X37B unmanned spacecraft landing recently?

Ah yes, the mysterious military space shuttle drone

She just spend over 700 days in orbit, and until the USAF gives more details, we still don’t know what her purpose is.

Find Out Who You Are (Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: I am sorry that it took me so long to write the next part. I just wasn’t in the mood for it until tonight

Tag list: @kamuithedragonlord , @batfamily-imagines , @birbs-and-the-bat

“Robin, what have you found out about Y/N’s background?” Kaldur asked as he entered the room. They had been running numerous background checks into every person Y/N had interacted with.

“Not much. When she was three, her foster mother died in a car accident. Looks to be a head on collision with a drunk driver, although the other driver left the scene and couldn’t be found afterwards.Two different homes that Y/N lived in were burned to the ground. Once when she was six and the other when she was nine. They thought that maybe she was to blame, but the investigation proved that she couldn’t have done it. The last set of foster parents she had disappeared when she was fourteen and they still haven’t been found.” Tim said, bringing up the files as he mentioned them.

“What about her birth parents?” Kaldur asked quietly. None of the team knew really anything about Y/N’s past and it wasn’t a surprise that she had never told them any of this.

“No parents on her birth certificate. Even adoption records at least have the birth mother’s name on it, but she has nothing.” Tim said completely mystified at the lack of information available to them. He usually could find out anything if he tried hard enough, but there was just nothing to find in this case.

“Keep looking for anything that might shed some light on her parents.” Kaldur said as he sat down in a chair and put his head in his hands. This new development was hard on all of them, he couldn’t even imagine what Y/N must be going through right now. He just hoped Zatanna’s “colleague” was as helpful as she claimed.

“Alright, love. What have you figured out so far?” John asked. They had moved from the memorial garden to the training room so that they would have a bit more room to work with.

“Well, we originally thought that Klarion had cast a spell on Y/N to give her these powers, but after I tried to reverse it, I figured out that he just neutralized the enchantment that was keeping her powers at bay.” Zatanna explained.

“So what powers does she have exactly?” He asked as he looked the girl over. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down. Y/N had never been fond of being the center of attention, but her new powers had made her just that.

“Super strength is all we have figured out right now.” She said quietly. Conner put a hand on her shoulder and began to rub small circles on the fabric of her shirt.

“Well, sounds like we don’t know all that much, eh?” John chuckled a bit. “First things first, let’s try and track down whoever put the bloody enchantment on her in the first place.” He pulled out a map of the world and set it on the floor. “Alright, now let’s prick your finger.” He said as he reached for her hand.

“What?” Y/N said as she took a step back.

“I need a bit of your blood for the spell to work. If there is any residual magic left from the enchantment, it will be strongest in your blood.” He explained, reaching for her hand once more. Y/N hesitantly put her hand in his.

John smiled kindly. “I apologize for this, love. It is going to sting a bit.” He pricked her thumb and several crimson drops fell onto the map. Y/N hissed and pulled her hand from his grasp. Zatanna quickly pulled out a handkerchief and wrapped it around Y/N’s thumb. John chanted the spell and the group watched in amazement as Y/N’s blood moved around the map until it landed on a specific spot. “Ah, I thought it might have been her.” John muttered under his breath.

“Who is it?” Zatanna asked, looking at the spot on the map as though it would reveal the identity of the magician.

“Madam Xanadu. She has no magic right now, but she manipulates the magic of others to make up for it.” John said as he dabbed the blood off of the map and folded it up.

“How do you know that just from a location?” Y/N asked as he put the map into one of his coat pockets.

“Because I may or may not have encountered her there less than a month ago.” He admitted.

“Will she help us?” Zatanna asked, not very encouraged by John’s tone.

“She will once I give back the artifact I stole.” He said as he walked towards the door.

“Why am I not surprised.” Zatanna said dryly. “We need to follow him. He won’t wait up for us.”

Y/N nodded and moved to follow Zatanna out the door. She stopped when she realized Conner wasn’t moving. “Aren’t you coming?”

“I wasn’t sure you wanted me to.” He said in a quiet voice.

“Of course I do. You are pretty much the only thing keeping me sane at this point.” Y/N said, laughing for the first time since the battle that morning.

Conner nodded and walked with her through the door.

Shower Surprise

Author’s notes: Ok, so I’ve hardly written anything other than research papers and the only creative writing I’ve done was also mandatory for school, so this is definitely a first for me. I just got this idea in my head and couldn’t get rid of it. So I figured, why not write it down? Here it is, I hope it doesn’t totally suck and that you enjoy it. Please send me feedback. Like seriously, let me know what you think and send me any suggestions that might improve my writing. It’s going to be a series, I don’t know how many parts it will have. I’ll just keep writing until an ending comes to me or you all tell me it sucks and I decide to stop torturing you with it.

I was inspired by @sdavid09 and @ravengirl94. They are amazing writers and I love their works.

Summary: You’re taking a shower after a bad hunt and fantasizing about a certain archangel, when it accidentally turns into a prayer, one that he answers.

Warnings: Nudity, injury, violence, strong language, smutt-ish stuff, eventual loss of virginity to the devil. If I missed something let me know and I’ll add it.

Word count: 2504

Pairing: Reader x Lucifer

A/n: If you want to be tagged let me know!

Part 2

“Ughh…” You gritted out as you leaned forward into the shower stream to allow it to flow over your face and down your back, washing away all grime of today’s hunt. You watched as the water, heavily tinted with blood, swirled around your feet before rushing down the drain. Damn, you had hated vampires from day one, but especially so right now. 

 You hardly ever joined the brothers on a hunt, and it was even rarer for you to join in the fighting. You had been with them ever since the boys saved you from a douche bag of a vampire bent on turning you all those years ago. You found a niche with the Winchesters by holding down the bunker and doing research. You cleaned, cooked, made supply runs, and cared for the boys and anyone else in the strange extended family who happened to stop by. But your passion was digging through the lore and finding solutions and information to help Sam and Dean. Which really worked out in your favor since you were never much of a fighter, not physically at least, and you were a lot more afraid of facing the things that go bump than the boys were. You only assisted in that regard when they were really desperate; like they had been today. 

 You were pretty beat up to say the least. Two vamps got the jump on you and gave you a thorough ass beating before the boys could give you any backup. You had several large gashes and dark purple bruises covering your ribs and back, a few down on your legs as well. Sam stitched you up as best as he could, but you knew you would take a long time to recover. So you just stood there, with your arms braced against the back of the shower, allowing the hot water to roll over your face and let your mind wander to anything but today. Wander… wander… and damn if it didn’t wander somewhere you didn’t really want it to go; right to Lucifer.

Your mind had been wandering to Lucifer more and more here lately and you just couldn’t understand why. You hadn’t known him as long as Sam and Dean. You weren’t a hunter yet when they started, and ended, the Apocalypse. But you were around, and right in the middle of the whole mess with Amara. You had been down in Hell when Cas and Sam ended up in the cage with him; you spent countless hours trying to track him down and get him out of Cas; and you had been stuck in the middle of Lucifer, Chuck, and the boys as they were trying to sort out their issues and get their shit together to stop Amara. Why did it seem like you were the only one with a level head in this weird family?

Lucifer had never exactly been nice to you, but he was always less harsh than he was with everyone else, but since Chuck and Amara had made up and Chuck ordered him to stay with you guys, he had become more and more pleasant, kind even, at least to you. He was still a snarky ass for the most part, but the two of you had become friends of sorts. It showed most in the way he actually helped you around the bunker, even if it was just sitting in the library with you as you did research so you weren’t there all alone; and he always answered your prayers much in the same way Cas always answered Dean’s.

But the way you had been thinking about him lately was… different. It was more fantasizing than anything else and it made you uncomfortable when you realized you were doing it. Why did his Nick vessel have to be so damn attractive? You always forced yourself to think of something different when you caught yourself doing it; but not this time. You allowed yourself to give in as the sound of the shower filled your ears and drowned out the world. The way he towered over almost everyone else, over you, damn he was huge. About how tight his pants were, especially in the front, giving your imagination plenty of fuel. About how nice it would be to have him hold you in his arms; or pin you to the bed while he…

What the fuck is that?!

Why did these weekly meetings about the current state of Hell have to be so boring? Holy fuck, is he actually still talking?, Lucifer wondered as he half listened to the demon standing before him, apparently still giving some sort of presentation about soul collection numbers. He only attended these meetings because out of necessity to reinforce that he was king; that and apparently it was frowned upon for a king to be completely disconnected from his subjects. So he showed up every week and sat on the throne in front of a committee of what he believed to be the dumbest demons Hell had to offer. Maybe I should just kill him and be done with it… 

Lucifer’s mind wandered quite a bit during this meeting, as it did in every meeting, as he was only half listening to what his idiotic minions had to say. He thought about a wide variety of things, from new ways to torture Crowley, to why humans were so fascinated with the one they called “The Science Guy.” But often his thoughts were turned towards a very particular hunter he knew. You were constantly on his mind, and he had no idea why. He was drawn to you and often wondered if you felt the same pull towards him. The harder he tried not to think about you, the more he inevitably did. The way your hair would fall across your face as you read… How you always smelled of old books and cinnamon… How the shirts you wore always conformed so snugly to your figure…

I’ve had about as much of this as I can stomach, Lucifer decided as he shifted in his seat, preparing to obliterate the moron who was still somehow rambling on when suddenly he heard it; a prayer, your prayer, to him and he froze. It wasn’t a prayer of words, but of intense need and urgency and… desire? He thought he had felt it before, short bursts of this intense feeling, but they were fleeting and he always wrote them off as nothing more than his desire for a good excuse to leave; but not this time. This time there was no mistaking it for an overactive imagination. It was coming through loud and clear, growing stronger every minute. Forgetting that that he was in a meeting, Lucifer took off at once for the source of the prayer.

Boy was he in for a shock when he landed. What the fu—ah… Lucifer suddenly found himself standing behind you in the back of your shower, being hit by the few errant jets of water that sprayed too far out from the shower head. It took him a moment to realize where he was, but when he did he froze. There you were, standing in front of him and leaning against the back of the shower, completely exposed and… and… What the fuck happened to you?! You were in the worst state he had ever seen you in; there were livid bruises everywhere, an alarming number of deep gashes mingled throughout, and he could even sense a few fractures. He remembered you mentioning that the boys needed you to help with some fieldwork on a hunt, but how could they let this happen?

As he stood there looking at you, Lucifer began to feel a fire beginning to rise up within him, but it wasn’t just anger. He had always been able to fight down this strange feeling you seemed to trigger in him, but not this time. Injured as you were, being here and seeing you like this, still feeling your prayer of nothing but need for him, it was affecting him. Lucifer noticed that it was causing a physical reaction as well; the front of his jeans began to grow tighter and stretch to accommodate this new change. He snapped his fingers ever so softly, instantly removing his clothes to see what was happening to himself. Interesting, he thought, turning his attention back to you. There would be time to explore this new feeling later, but now you needed his healing; without hesitation, Lucifer reached out as he felt your prayer beginning to wane and placed his hand right between your shoulder blades and allowed his grace to flow out and repair all the damage of this hunt. 

You had been so lost in your fantasy that you didn’t hear the familiar rustle of wings as Lucifer landed behind you. And you certainly didn’t hear the soft snap of his fingers as he removed his clothes. You did, however, feel his hand when he placed it on your back, sending you into panic mode. What the fuck is that was all you had time to think before you felt it, that ice cold wave of relief that washed over you, soothing every ache and injury before it withdrew and you felt the hand leave your back. You barely had time to process that you had just been healed when you heard a familiar voice come from behind you.

“What have those idiots done to you?!” 

“Ah!” You let out a small cry and jumped, nearly causing you to slip and fall. The slick floor of the shower made it difficult for you to turn with any sort of dignity or grace, but you were too flustered to care about that at the moment. As you came to a stop finally facing him you threw out your left arm to brace yourself against the side of the shower. There he was, just standing there staring down at you with anger and concern and something you couldn’t quite place all mingled in his eyes. “Lucifer, what the fu–” you started, but were quickly cut off as he reached forward to try to turn you from side to side and examine you. “Hey, cut it out! And what the fuck are you doing here?” You demanded as you unsuccessfully tried to pull away, almost falling for a second time, which only made Lucifer tighten his grip on your arm. 

“Y/N, what do you mean, what am I doing here? You were the one who prayed to me, I was just responding to it,” he countered, but his tone had softened and taken on a note of confusion. Finally satisfied that you were completely healed, he released you and stopped his examination. You already had your usual attitude back which he took as a good sign. Unfortunately, that, combined with seeing your naked body healed and in glistening in the stream of the shower only stoked the new fire burning in his gut, and pushed his physical reaction further. He stared down at you and tried to keep his blue eyes locked on to your Y/E/C ones, afraid you might notice them wander. You didn’t seem to realize yet that you were both standing there naked and only a foot or so apart; that was about to change.

‘You were the one that prayed to me…’ What did that mean? You hadn’t been praying; you were… Oh no. “I-I didn’t mean to pray, it was an accident. I was just…” You started to stammer out in response, but when you broke eye contact to look down in your embarrassment you finally noticed the elephant in the room. You were naked; naked in front of your favorite archangel. And so was he! You had intended to look at the floor, but instead ended up staring right at his massive erection. You were only stunned momentarily, suddenly remembering your own exposed state. Removing your left arm from the wall of the shower, you threw it across your breasts, while simultaneously using your right hand to cover your crotch as best you could. 

“Lucifer, seriously what the fuck?!” You shouted as you took a half step back and redirected your attention from his cock back to his face, just in time to see disappointment flit across his face before he resumed his usual mask of indifference. 

“I really don’t know why you’re so worked up. You were the one who wanted me here so badly I heard it as a prayer, which I was gracious enough to answer, hence the fact that I am here. And I may not have much experience with showers, but I do know that no one takes one with their clothes on, so I decided to do away with them.” Lucifer answered, his voice condescending as ever. “But,” he continued, “you still haven’t  answered my question. What have those damned idiots done to you?”

You stiffened as the tone of his voice quickly changed. There was no mistaking the anger in his words. Why did he care if you were hurt on a hunt? He didn’t even like humans. He just disliked you less than most of the others, right?

“They haven’t done anything to me.” You shot at him. “A few vamps got the drop on me because I wasn’t paying enough attention; it was my fault and if Sam and Dean hadn’t…”

“If Sam and Dean hadn’t drug you out into danger where you don’t belong then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place!” Lucifer cut you off, his anger taking the forefront of his emotions. Why did you always defend them like this when they didn’t even realize or appreciate your value? He had placed his hands on his hips and was leaning forward, bringing his face down and closer to yours. You were frustratingly short at times.

“What do you mean ‘where I don’t belong’? I’m a hunter! That’s exactly where I belong!” You we’re yelling quite loudly by this point, but you didn’t care. Your room was furthest from the main room and no one was going to hear you over whatever they were doing. Forgetting your nudity, you placed your hands on your hips and took an angry step forward, almost closing the space between you. You stood on your tip-toes, bringing your face within inches of his. Trying to bring your anger under control you dropped your voice back to a more normal volume, but there was no mistaking the anger and indignation that dripped from your words. “Just because I don’t go out and fight very often doesn’t mean I can’t handle myself! The boys needed help and they had no one else to ask so I went. I’m a grown ass woman and I can do that if I want to. What does it even matter to you anyways? Why do you care if I get a little hurt on a hunt?”