Request: I was wondering if you could do a Jasper imagine, from twilight, where he and the reader are fighting because she’s human and he doesn’t want her to get hurt, but she does the thing regardless and someone accidentally hurts her and Jasper’s alter ego comes out and almost attacks the person so reader has to calm him down and it’s just really cute and fluffy… Sorry this is long.
Warnings: swearing, fluff
“You know, for someone who’s seen me naked, I’m a little uncomfortable at how much you try to act like you’re my father.” You snapped, walking through your house, gathering the stuff you’d need for your day trip.
“Y/N, you know I’d never try to control you. I’m just … worried about having you over there. Where I can’t reach you.” Jasper followed behind you.
You sighed. Jessica had invited you to La Push for the day, and Jasper had basically asserted that you were not going to go. He was bothered by the fact that he couldn’t go with you and protect you. And probably slightly bothered by the fact that you’d be hanging out with boys from school. Mostly, though, he worried about the Quileute pack making an appearance.
“Bella’s going too, you and Edward can suffer together.” You said, throwing sun screen and a towel into your tote bag. You felt yourself calming down, and turned around. “Can you please not do that?”
Jasper’s lips twitched. “It’s a habit.”
“Well quit it. I’m angry at you. Take it like a man.” You said, a hint of humor in your voice as you turned around, making your way to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you so that you could change into a bathing suit. He was still standing there when you came out.
“They’re animals.” Jasper said. “And even worse, they’re teenage boys.”
You heard the dryness in his voice but you could see the worry in his expression. He truly didn’t want you to go.
“Mostly, though, they’re just teenage boys. And I can handle those.” You said, grabbing his hands. “Jess and Angela and Bella are gonna be there too, okay? And Mike and Eric.”
Jasper rolled his eyes. “Mike and Eric couldn’t protect you from a pack of guinea pigs.” You snorted, but softened when he wrapped his arms around you from behind. “They’ll be able to smell me on you. If you got hurt, I don’t know what I would do.”
You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. “I’ll be careful.” You said, putting one hand on his cheek, fingers brushing over his sharp jawline. “I’ll text you. I’ll stay with people I know. But I’m going.”
He sighed, his hands rubbing absently over your hips. “I suppose I can’t stop you.” He smirked. “I mean, I could.”
“But you won’t.” You said smugly, turning to pack the rest of your things.
“Because my girlfriend carries a surprising amount of wrath in her fragile, mortal body?” He asked, hands still on your hips.
“Yes.” You say, shouldering you bag. “And because you love her and would never dream of restricting her freedom for your own selfish reasons.”
“I’m so glad we’re on the same page.” He said sarcastically, leaning in to kiss your lips, and then your jaw, and down your throat, before he stiffened and Jessica’s car honked from the street.
“Guess that’s my ride.” You said.
He nodded, no longer trying to conceal the worry in his eyes. “I’ll text you.” You said, and he nodded again, stiffly. “And I love you.” You said softly, with a smile.
He was unable to stop the smile that answered yours, “Yeah, yeah. Sure you do.” He said softly, which was his way of saying it back.
You kissed him again when he walked you to the door before you jumped into the backseat of Jessica’s convertible, where Bella was already seated with Angela in the front. Jessica cranked up the music on the radio before the four of you sped off to meet up with Mike and Eric and head to La Push.
You spent the first couple of hours tossing around in the waves. You wrestled Mike to the ground for slapping you with a piece of sea weed until he finally gave up fighting you and apologized. You crawled onto the beach exhausted with the girls and sat in the sand, under the cool grey sky. Though you could tell Jasper was desperately trying not to check in too much, you made sure he knew you were okay every hour or two.
The boys suggested, once it became too cold to swim, that they all take a hike up to the cliffs. Everyone was fairly rested up after swimming and agreed, so you all shrugged your clothes back on and set off up the narrow mountain trail that led to the cliffs above La Push beach.
“And people jump off of these for fun?” Jessica asked skeptically, trying to stare over the cliffs but not daring to come within five feet of the edge.
“That make you nervous?” Mike made like he was going to push her and earned a shriek and a smart punch in the arm in return.
“Any of you ever jumped before?” All of them turned to see a group of three boys emerging onto the cliff, clad in normal clothes but clearly very muscular, and all with dark hair cropped short and dark eyes. You’d never seen the wolves in person but you knew that these had to be some of them, ripped with muscle though the oldest one couldn’t have been more than twenty.
“No way, man.” Eric said. “I’m Eric. This is Mike, that’s Jessica, Y/N, Bella, and Angela.”
“Paul.” Each of the boys introduced themselves. You noticed them glancing at you, and you realized Jasper must have been right. They could smell him on you. They all shared a glance and you tried your best not to notice, staring at your phone.
They’re here.You texted Jasper.
His reply was almost immediate: I will come get you.
Do not cross that treaty line. You sent back. Under any circumstances.
You ground your teeth, looking up briefly.
“Y/N, we’re headed back down to start a campfire. You coming?” Angela asked, frowning briefly your troubled expression and glancing at your phone.
“I’ll be down in a minute.” You said, and they left you alone. You looked back down at your phone.
Who’s being selfish now? Jasper asked.
For keeping you from starting a war? You challenged.
For risking your life because you’re too stubborn to admit you might be in danger. He shot back.
You shook your head, eyes completely focused on your phone when suddenly the ground fell out from under you and you screamed.
The edge of the cliff. You’d wandered too close to the edge of the cliff. You were falling, eyes closed, and then, with a painful jerk of your arm, you weren’t anymore. Someone had caught you. The one named Sam had grabbed your wrist.
“Grab the ledge.” He said, voice straining with the effort of holding your dead weight. You did and slowly, he hauled you back onto the rocky outcropping. You collapsed on your back on the hard ground, breathing heavily, your arm draped over your eyes.
“Nice … catch.” You said between breaths, still reeling, adrenaline coursing like acid through your veins.
“No problem.” Sam said, sitting beside you. His chest still heaved but he was catching his breath a lot easier than you were. “For future reference though, maybe don’t text on the edge of a cliff.”
You let out a laugh, loud with relief as it dawned on you that you very well could have been killed just now and somehow remained relatively unscathed. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.” You said, bringing your phone up to look at it before you realized it was not in your hand.
“Oh no.” You said, rolling onto your stomach and leaning up to look over the cliff before slapping your hand over your face. “Shit, shit, shit!”
You jumped to your feet and found yourself dizzy. Sam steadied you.
“Take it easy, what’s wrong?” He asked.
“My phone!” You pointed to the cliff. “I was talking to-” You cut yourself off, realizing who you were talking to now, and just shook your head. “Um … I need to get ahold of someone. Do you have a cell phone?”
He shook his head, “Sorry. I’m sure one of your friends does, though. We can walk down and …” His voice trailed off as you thought. Jasper was panicking. You just knew it. If you told him the wolves were here and then didn’t text him back … the longer you waited increased the likelihood that he was on his way here. It left you with one option.
You turned to face Sam. “I need you to drive me to the treaty line.”
Sam didn’t seem all that surprised that you knew what that was, but crossed his arms and looked you over. “Why?”
“You know who my boyfriend is, I know you can smell it on me.” You said. He tilted his head up and watched you. “I was texting him about you being here. If he knows I was with you and then I don’t text back, he’ll try to come get me.”
Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “And start a war?”
“If he thinks I’m in danger.” You said. “You’re the leader, right? Sam Uley?” He watched you, but didn’t say anything. “This doesn’t have to end in a fight. Not if you can get me there in time.”
Sam seemed to look over you, trying to decide if you were telling the truth, before he shook his head. “Get on.”
He took off his shirt and doubled over and before you knew it a black wolf the size of a grizzly bear was standing in front of you. Get on, he’d said.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You mumbled, before struggling onto his back. He let out a small growl which you guessed was wolf for ‘hold on’ and then took off at a run.
You’d been running with Jasper before, and were quite surprised to find that the wolf was just as fast, if not faster. Trees flew by you in a blur of darkness now that the sun had set and before you knew it, you’d reached the treaty line. You rolled off his back and doubled over, hands on knees, stomach churning. Though he was just as fast, Sam was not nearly as graceful. He looked at you warily before something in the woods caught his attention and he crouched into a more defensive position.
“Jasper?” You called out, knowing that’s the only one it could be, but Sam’s head was darting around, his lips curling back over huge canine teeth. There was more than one. “Emmett? Alice? Ed?” You guessed. “I’m fine, no one’s trying to hurt me.”
You glanced at the ground for something, perhaps, that marked where the actual treaty line was, but there was nothing, so you just glanced back at Sam and moved about ten feet forward, hoping that would put you in Cullen territory.
Emmet and Edward appeared just ten feet away, eyes trained on the wolf. Jasper was already in front of you.
“You smell like one of them, are you hurt?” He asked, voice stricken with tension.
“No, I lost my phone and-” You tried but he interrupted you.
“What’s this?” Jasper held up your bruised wrist and ignited a similar pain in your shoulder from where Sam had hauled you back over the cliff. You sucked air through your teeth and jerked your hand away from him instinctively.
What happened next happened very quickly. Edward, reading Jasper’s thoughts, said something along the lines of ‘grab him’ and before you knew it Emmet and Jasper were struggling behind you, Jasper trying to get to Sam, Emmett pouring all of his strength into keeping Jasper behind the treaty line. Sam was crouched and snarling, not attacking first but ready should Jasper get to him. Edward realized that Emmett may not be enough to hold him and grabbed Jasper’s other shoulder as Jasper kicked and snarled, as if all he wanted was to cross the treaty line. Before you really knew what you were doing, you were standing in front of Jasper.
“Y/N he’s not in control right now, you need to move.” Edward said seriously. He was not as strong as Emmett and his grip on Jasper’s arm kept slipping. You didn’t listen.
“Jasper look at me. Not him, me.” You said evenly. He didn’t listen until your hand touched his face. When he looked at you, you could tell it was not entirely Jasper staring back at you. Not your Jasper, anyway. “He didn’t hurt me, okay? You have to believe me, he didn’t. I lost my phone. He brought me here because I knew you’d be looking for me.” You said, your nails scratching in the hairs at the base of his neck.
He was still struggling but it seemed as if he was struggling away from you now, afraid he’d hurt you when he was not in control.
“Look at me.” You said again, forcing him to focus only on you.
“It’s working.” Edward said, looking at you. “Keep going.”
You looked back to Jasper and smiled. “Baby I’m fine. No one hurt me.” You said, your hands on either side of his face. “Listen, I’ll explain everything. But I need you to calm down.”
Jasper glanced back at Sam, and you did too.
“Thank you, Sam. For everything. You can go.” You said. Sam watched you for a second before he seemed to decide to trust you, and turned, loping off into the woods.
“He didn’t hurt you?” Jasper asked, his voice still laced with fury, but it was clear he was back in control.
“You can let him go.” You said to Emmett and Jasper, taking a breath.
“He saved her life.” Edward said, having apparently read Sam’s thoughts, “Apparently you were the one who almost killed her.” His voice was thick with amusement.
Jasper’s eyes widened and he straightened up. “What?” He asked.
You laughed in spite of yourself. “I may have been arguing with you and walked off a cliff.”
Jasper just watched you. “What.”
You broke into a fit of giggles and put your uninjured arm around him. “Let’s just go home. I have to go buy a new cellphone tomorrow.”
“My girlfriend’s an idiot.” Jasper put his arm around you, clearly pissed but amused as well.
“You love her.” You said smugly. His arm tightened around your waist.
Post-S3 Hannibal deserves everything he gets and Will is the tired husband fic.
The kitchen was warm from the wood burning oven. There was a loaf of bread being baked inside it now and soon there would be the fish to go inside next.
The catch had been small, but it would do for the next few days. There was always the fish in the freezer, but Will was wary of resorting to unthawing those just yet.
Will held the smallest of the halibut by its head and lightly whipped the tail, slapping Hannibal on the cheek, leaving behind a wet trail that led to the corner of Hannibal’s upturned lips. There was no surprise or shock on his face, he was–as simply as Hannibal could be–happy to have Will’s attention.
He wiped his cheek primly with one of the patriotically themed discounted paper napkins.
“There is a word for that.” Hannibal said.
“I’m not above doing it again, just so you know.”
“Cornobbling,” said Hannibal. He laughed at Will’s heartfelt groan. If it wasn’t for Will’s scale covered hands, he would have covered his face to shield himself from Hannibal’s humor.
Will pointed his knife at Hannibal. “I am not going to ask you how you know that. I’m not.”
With every ounce of purposefulness, Will set the halibut back onto the cutting board, ready to start descaling the fish and add it to the tray with the others.
Hannibal moved and stood behind Will, circling his arms around him and placing his hands over Will’s. Together they scaled the fish. Hannibal bit gently at Will’s ear.
“You shouldn’t cornobble people who don’t deserve it.”
“If there was ever anyone in the world who deserved a fish to the face, Hannibal, it’s you.”
“That’s not very nice.”
Will could hear his pout and started to smile. “Yeah, yeah.”
If you look close enough, Mic has a language gain on her back. She never really messed around with it, until one time when Soap have her a gentle hug, and flipped the gain. Mic ended up speaking Japanese for the rest of the day (While Soap did nothing but try and clean her up, to see if her original gain was malfunctioning)
Bomb is FORBIDDEN to drink or eat anything that contains sugar. If he does consume any (for example, he drinks soda by mistake) he will RUN AROUND, HAVING THE BIGGEST SUGAR RUSH YOU HAVE EVER SEEN, DESTROYING EVERYTHING IN HIS PATH before having either a sugar crash, or exploding. This has happened a few times; let’s just say that there we’re injuries and it did not end very well.
Knife can Tango/Dance. Like, when he’s alone, and when nobody else is around (HE WILL MAKE SURE EVERYONE IS GONE) He fricken TANGO’S LIKE A EXPERT. The only one who knows about this is Pickle, who walked upon Knife dancing, and, Knife being the lil flirty shit he is, pulled him in and they basically tango-ed for an entire hour.
MePhone 4 usually hosts a dinner for the contestants after each elimination. During one dinner, Lightbulb slammed her fist down on a ketchup packet and the ketchup fricken WENT EVERYWHERE. It splattered all over Paintbrushes face, got on Fan’s phone, some flew into Test Tubes liquid, and even all over the food.
Lightbulb was laughing like crazy, Test Tube was giggling because she felt a bit odd, Fan was quickly trying to clean off the ketchup from his phone, and Paintbrush was yelling the entire time.
Cheesy once jumpscared YinYang while they were washing a couple of pots, pans and dishes. When he did, YinYang turned around and SLAPPED CHEESY WITH A COOKIE/BAKING PAN. Cheesy was on the floor both laughing and crying in pain, Yin was apologizing like hell and Yang was LAUGHING.
Cheesy ended up with a ice pack on his cheek for a few hours.
In the mansion, Bow loves to posses Apple, so she can feel and taste stuff again. She possessed Apple once so she could touch a chair again. Apple doesn’t mind, but it does startle her a bit.
Apple gets easily flustered. Like, Marshmallow and Bow could give her a smooch on the cheek, and she would be a ditzy, giggly mess. She would be so flustered, that she would sometimes not notice where she’s going and could walk into walls, chairs, or even outside into the woods.
The Cherries sometimes go out of hand with their pranks. They once put a rubber tarantula in Paper’s bedroom; and the next thing you know, he was having a severe anxiety attack. (Note that Paper has severe arachnophobia). The two just hid in their room and kept quiet for the rest of the day.
When someone misbehaves in the Hotel, OJ usually puts them to clean around the hotel.
One time for Christmas, Lightbulb made cookies. RAW cookies. Paintbrush got really dizzy, and they raged about dizzily. Fan and Test Tube decided that enough was enough, and they tied them and Lightbulb together with Christmas lights, saying that they will not be let loose until they get along. Lightbulb just smirked and talked with them, in a giggly sort of way.
One time, Paintbrush snorted after laughing really really hard. Fan recorded the whole thing, and would always play it when Paintbrush was around.
Lightbulb accidentally tangled Paintbrushes hair into a big knot once. It took them HOURS to get it untangled.
Tissues actually LOVES fish. Especially jellyfish. The sight of them actually helps him take his mind off of his condiSHAWN and focus more on the gentle beauty of the fish.
Salt and Pepper sometimes invite Soap over for a girls night; A night where Salt and Pepper help Soap look pretty and nice for Mic.
Taco LOVES gummy candy. Gummy fish, gummy worms; anything that’s a gummy. She will KILL for the gummies.
YinYang actually gets along for one thing: oreos. Ever since they were young, they’ve agreed that Yin gets the cookie part, and Yang gets the cream. That’s the only thing they’ll get along to. Good happy boios.
Nickel still has his rubber ball with him. It’s a little stress reliever for the guy. When he feels real angry or frustrated, he would bounce it or throw it against the wall furiously. Let’s just say that rubber ball of his came as a good use to him after the elimination. Otherwise, things would’ve turned for the worst.
One time, Suitcase was walking by glumly until she looked at the ground and saw a trail of little paper flowers. She followed the trail which led to the cliff, and when she looked up, she saw Balloon (of course) waiting there for her with open arms. She immediately ran into his arms, and they stayed at the cliff for hours, comforting each other, hugging and giving a few kisses, and admiring the view. MePhone 4 eventually found out, and has forbidden Balloon or Suitcase, or ANYONE, to approach the cliff.
Nickel rebels and usually sneaks out of the hotel during the wee hours of the night. He runs towards Baseball, and usually just cuddles up right beside him and falls asleep. Baseball falls asleep crying most of the time, so Nickel gently wipes his tears away and mutters comforting words to him.
During the Fourth of July, the Bright Lights agreed to tie Paintbrush with a large firecracker. You could only imagine how that went.
Hope you guys liked these !!! I really tried, I did-
Wow, May…this has been the busiest month I can remember. Life has been crazy–I’ve been working a real non-stop, full-time gig lately. HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS ALL THE TIME?! It took me two weeks to finish one book, and I have missed this blog completely! On June first my hours are reduced for the summer, and I cannot wait! I woke up at 3:00am this morning thinking about details for one of my events. I love my job, and this month has been amazing in many ways, but I’ll also be totally happy when it’s over!
There have been some must-document life highlights, though:
On Saturday before Mother’s Day, Conner and I went on a bike ride. I told him I was ready to try one of the difficult trails. He led the way, and he waited after every particularly challenging obstacle to make sure I was ok–without being told/asked. He kept a great pace, and he was super encouraging. SO. PROUD. of that kid!
We haven’t celebrated my Mother’s Day yet, but on Sunday, the husband and Conner fixed my mom’s ceiling fan and did all kinds of chores for her while she and I relaxed and chatted–could those two be any more awesome?
The husband has also upped his day-to-day adorableness game while I’ve been busy and stressed. He is my favorite, and I am the luckiest girl in the world!
Last night, the three of us were goofing around, and those two dingbats were presenting me with ideas of how they could celebrate me properly for Mother’s Day this weekend. It was SO CUTE, and it was one of many moments in my life when I feel like I just have to freeze time and capture that perfect snapshot to remember how absolutely fortunate I am in so many tiny moments of every ordinary day!
Hope you’ve all been well! I can’t even pretend I’ll have time to really catch up, but I WILL do better!
Dating the next Crown Prince does have its perks, you never really had to so much as ask for something, prior to it appearing in your apartment less than 30 minutes later. Like a pizza delivery service, but of gifts.
So on your and Noctis’ anniversary of dating, you didn’t really want to be spoiled, yet instead wished to show just how much you didn’t need all those artificial things, despite enjoying them greatly since they all served memories of precious times together. You just want to spoil your Prince the only way that you could.
You had awoken your sleeping beauty by littering a few kisses over his forehead, and cheeks, as he held you close in his sleep. It was already well beyond noon, and if you left it to him, this is how the entire anniversary would go.
“Y/n, five more minutes.” Noctis muttered, as he pulled the covers over both your heads.
You gave a laugh as you begun to lazily draw figures across his cheek, “Wake up, Noct. Are you gonna sleep the entire day away?”
Noctis gave a yawn, as he grabbed your hand pulling it to his face as he gave a soft nibble at your hand prior to placing a kiss to it. “That was part of the plan.”
You gave an over dramatic pout as you rolled over, moving from the bed, “Fine, I guess you won’t get that nice gift I slaved over.” You call as you moved into the bathroom.
Somehow you managed to get the Prince out the bed, and in a shower with you, prior to getting dressed. Nothing too out there, he was always so use to being dressed by the others, and having to suffer from stuffy suits, today, he was able to get away with a simple shirt and short set, while you placed on a nice summer dress.
You grabbed a late lunch, being sure that no vegetables came within reach of the Prince’s lips, with silent apologies to Ignis. It was getting dusk, by the time you were ready to reveal your grand prize.
“Y/N, where are we going?” The now blindfolded Prince inquired as you lead him through a thick forest area, that Gladiolus told you about.
“We’re almost there, just a little bit longer.” You called, back, firmly holding onto the young man’s hand so that he didn’t run into a tree, again. Having to hid a giggle, as he almost tripped on the sudden change from dirt to wood. “Wait here.”
Noctis waited in the dark, as he heard the slight heels of your shoes, echo across the wood. Hearing you shuffle around, before calling for him to remove the makeshift blindfold, his eyes adjusting as he stared ahead.
You stood, holding a new fishing pole in an over glorified box, in the middle of a gazebo set in the middle of a very secluded lake. The rod was perfectly cast and balance, at least you hoped, you and Prompto spent 2 hours testing out rods.
“Happy Anniversary, Noct.” You call, as Noctis stepped forward, reaching out, as he plucked the rod’s box from your hands. Confusing you as he turned placing it down on the railing, before gathering you in his arms.
“Y/N.” He muttered against your hair.
Being with Noctis for so long, you knew how he was about these kinds of things, and that he was super happy with the gift, as you returned the hug. “You’re welcome, come on let’s test it out!”
Noctis slowly released you from the hug, when he began digging in his pants pocket trying to find something, only to pull out a small box. At first you thought it was a ring box, yet suddenly realized that it was too wide and long, as he opened it showing a tennis bracelet that matched the colors of his eyes perfectly.
“I…I knew you were saving up for it.” He muttered, glancing away from your before looking at you beyond his eyelashes.
A giggle escaped you, prior to pulling your boyfriend close, as you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips. Only pulling away so that he could clasp it to your wrist, brushing his bangs from his face so that you could compare the blues, amazed at how well they matched, your other hand grabbing his as you pulled him forward.
“Come on, we can stay as long as you want.” You smiled, walking over to his new fishing rod, as you removed it from it’s box, as you held it toward your prince. Only to gasp as his hands found your waist, picking you up, as he placed you on the wood railing, before leaping up next to you.
A nice cast sent out, as he wrapped an arm around your waist, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. Both of you watching the sun set on the lake, as the stars begun to appear.
“I love you, my Prince.”
Noctis pressed a kiss to your temple, “I love you, my Princess.”
You honestly had no idea where your adorable sunshine of a boyfriend managed to find all this unlimited energy. Last night when he came home from his Kingdom duties, you had surprised him with matching Chocobo carnival t-shirts to go to the amusement park that had opened, for your anniversary.
The noise he made was very similar to the large yellow bird yet more pitched, before he gather you in his arms and begun littering your face in kisses. He than proceeded to keep you both up until 3 am showing how excited and grateful he was, that you set aside a four day weekend for the two of you to spend at the amusement park together.
“What do you want to try first, y/n?” Prompto beamed, as you both entered the gates, his large blue eyes shining in the sun.
“Whatever you want to do,” You smiled back, his smile still held that charm that made you beam back just as hard as when you first started dating. Almost regretting giving him free rein,when he took off in a fast pace leading you through the small early morning crowd.
Four roller coasters, three spinning rides, and a water ride later, you both found yourselves getting hungry as you found a nice little stall that you split some food between the two of you. Only noticing the strange look on the blonde’s face as he stared at something across the square.
“Stay right here.” He smiled, placing a kiss to your cheek, before bounding across the square rather quickly.
By the time you had finished the last of you drink, the blonde had returned with a large bag, as he fished inside before producing two very goofy but adorable hats, that had a chocobo design in the front and a moogle on the back. All you could do is stare, as he handed the hat to you, realizing that he had also gotten them embroidered with your names.
“Prom,” You giggled, as you noticed the shine begin to fade from his eye, only to quickly reach up removing you high ponytail as you pulled it on. “How do I look?”
“So cute!” Prompto beamed, as he put on his matching hat.
“That’s no fair, you look so much cuter.” You pout playfully, only to break into giggles, as he begun littering your cheeks with kisses.
The actual day of your anniversary fell that Saturday, so you made sure to schedule the most important part on that day. Instead of going to main park, you instead provided the blonde with a matching jacket, knowing the blonde didn’t believe in sleeves, not that you didn’t mind. Handing him, his camera, and dawning you matching hats, having to laugh at the fact you had become that embarrassing matching couple.
You lead him to another part of the park, as it was split into three different areas, and you had spent all of yesterday in the amusement park, today you’d be going to the adventure trails and judging by how giddy the blonde had become he knew exactly where you were leading him.
The second he saw the Chocobos you knew that you had lost him, and he of course picked the black one by the name of ‘Cupcake’ and picked you out the cute purple one by the name of ‘Muffin’. Everything in you knew he had picked them mostly because of the silly names.
“Y/n! Look at that!” He pointed toward the large horned animals currently drinking from a watering hole.
“Super cute!” You called back, “Turn left up ahead, Sweetheart.”
The large birds led you up the trail to look over a cliff side, both of you dismounting as you got a much closer look to the overview of the park.
“Sweetie, I have to get a picture of you with this background!” Prompto called, as you moved to the area where he was currently focusing his camera.
“Don’t you think that it would be better with the two of us together?” You coo, as he balanced his camera on some rocks, setting the timer, as you both begun your own own impromptu photo shoot, which was of course just became more ridiculous as it went on, only to stop as you felt your phone vibrate.
“Who’s that?” Prompto asked.
“I’ve got one more surprise for you, but we have to head back to the hotel.”
A quick rush back to the hotel, found that dinner was waiting for you which was enjoyed with light laughter, and soft hand holding and reviewing the pictures of today’s hike. As dessert was being cleared, you were surprised when Prompto’s hand rolled over as he pushed something cold in your hand, only to gasp at the small ring. Obviously not an engagement ring, yet a promise ring.
“I know we haven’t talked about it a lot, but I know that one day…one day i’m going to see you down that aisle.”
Tears pricked at your eyes as he slipped the ring on your right ring finger, as you moved the candle from between you, you didn’t need another repeat of that incident, as you pressed your lips against his. Pulling away, as you whispered against his lips, “Meet me in the room in 15 minutes.”
By the time you heard your boyfriend slide his card into the lock, you had time to jump onto the bed hopefully in a very sensual pose.
“Y/n, are you…Holy Six.” Prompto gasped, as he stood in the doorway.
A smile tugged at your lips, as you glanced over you shoulder, wearing what only could be described as bunny girl costume that had a baby with a chocobo, shaking your large tail feathers at your boyfriend, as you cooed softly. Prompto finally took a step within the room, his eyes trained on your’s before glancing to your breasts enhanced by the push up in the top, down your sides, to your bare legs, large “feather”s covering your butt as you gave a wiggle, giving a giggle as his eyes followed the movement.
“Prompto,” You cooed, moving rather graceful from the bed, considering how heavy the tails were, as you moved across the room putting an extra sway in your hips.
“Bab..holy…just shit.” Prompto muttered, as you stopped just outside his reach.
You reach out to his hand holding his camera, as you raise it, ““Why not take a picture, it will last longer.” You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling at how entranced he was at you, his eyes never leaving your own as he began snapping picture after picture. Giving him your own private show, as you used almost every inch of the room as your photo shoot, and the looks Prompto kept giving you over the lense just seemed to fuel your fire.
After about the 20 minute mark, you reached forward plucking the camera from the blonde’s hands, setting it on the desk behind him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, as you gave half lidded eyes, pulling him forward, as you hummed softly to the tune of the Chocobo march.
“Please ride your chocobo all day.”
Prompto’s face lite up, as his freckles disappeared into a blush, as he moved forward pushing his lips to your own, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Picking you up with ease, as he stumbled to grab purchase under your tail feathers, as he stumbled to the bed, both of you falling to the bed as he proceed to do just that.
Today was suppose to be perfect! Today was suppose to be so freakin’ perfect! But no, some deity of nature had it against you!
You had finally managed to get Gladiolus, your big lug of a boyfriend, to take the weekend off to go do his favorite thing in the world, that wasn’t you of course. Yet NATURE had it out for you, you personally! It was suppose to be a relaxing weekend to celebrate your anniversary, that actually happened a few weeks ago, but life happens.
Your trip started super early in the morning about 6 am, so you could both drive out to the mountain areas surround Insomnia. You had got to the camping ground and set up camp, prior to Gladdy, suggesting to go on a morning hike to watch as nature came alive, super romantic!
Not being a huge fan of nature to start with, you enjoyed a nice walk in the park, but sleeping in a tent on the cold hard ground, was always a fight between you and the big nature lover that you fell for, yet somehow you always compromised, by you sleeping directly on top of the big guy. Not that either of you complained as you both did it at home too.
“Y/n! Come look at this!” Gladdy called so cheerfully, already up the incline you were currently marching up. He never went out of sight, but the guy’s long legs, and eagerness allowed him to scale it much easier than yourself.
While you trailed behind him, wheezing softly about how Mother Nature was a whore! Almost as if she was a jealous girlfriend trying to steal him back, yet you were determine to enjoy this weekend!
Reaching the top, as you grabbed ahold of his strong arm to balance yourself, you both went on morning jogs together every morning, but this was torture to you, only to realize why.
You saw all the flowers surrounding you, and you prayed to the Six that you remembered to take your allergy pill.
“Isn’t this great!” Gladdy boomed, “My favorite things, nature, and…”
You’re not entirely certain why you jumped, you should have been used to it, as he grabbed a large hand full of your ass. “Gladdy!”
The tall man chuckled as he gave the cheek a swat before leaning down to place a kiss to your cheek, as you both gazed out to the wilderness before you. Even you had to admit, Mother Nature may have been a whore, but at least she was a very high class whore.
Yet that was quickly forgotten, when after Gladdy had suggested you guys keep going and seeing how far you could get before you settled down for a picnic lunch. Which just so happened to be in a field, that was quickly inhabited by a huge woolly creature that you didn’t get to identify as it charged toward the both of you obviously upset that you both decided to enjoy a romantic early lunch together.
You knew you had nothing to worry about, as you were with the King’s Shield, but when 3 of them are charging at the two of you it was rather difficult not to let a few shrieks escape as you ducked and dodged out the way of the attacks, not wanting to hurt the animals as in all rights you were invading their home. While you lovely boyfriend, seemed to be having the time of his life, laughing and evening goading the beast on as you were fighting for your life!
The two of you made your way back to you campsite, covered in mud and sweat, and Gladdy just had to take a shortcut, which of course in Gladdy-nese meant the longest way possible. So about a quarter of the way there you were suddenly caught in a downpour! No warning, just rain!
“Looks like we won’t need a shower tonight.” Gladdy chuckled, as stared angrily at the sky.
When you reached you campsite, you wanted to shriek, you were cold, you were wet, and your campsite was in tatters, because a roost of random Chocobos decided that they did not agree with your choice of camping supplies and destroyed everything! At least the cooler full of food lived.
“Well that’s no good.” Gladdy muttered before walking over to the cooler, easily moving it to his shoulder as he took your hand in his other. “I saw a cabin a little further back, let’s go see if it’s empty.”
You couldn’t do anything but allow the big guy to pull you along to the cabin, it was luckily empty, and seemed to be part of the park as a honeymoon location, that you wanted to spend the perfect anniversary with your boyfriend and as luck would have it, currently unlocked and fully stocked.
You managed to towel off, but found that your frizzy wet hair was beyond saving without any haircare products. All you wanted to do now was climb into your Gladdy’s lap, and stay there until this horrid weekend was over.
“Out front babe!”
You head out front to the porch, surprised to see the man had actually found a hammock and it managed to support his weight without bringing down the support beams. What you wouldn’t have given to see him struggle to get in it.
“There’s plenty of room.” He chuckled, patting his chest, knowing that you couldn’t say no to cuddling up with your favorite bed. His laughter only becoming louder as you clamored to get in, before curling up in his arms. “Well today was eventful.”
You gave a soft pout as you nuzzled into his chest, listening to the sound of his heart and the rain falling around you. “It was suppose to be perfect.”
You gave a full pout as you buried your head in his chest, feeling frustrated tears trying to escape, “Everything was suppose to go smoothly, but everything kept getting ruined, my allergies, those large animals, and the tent.”
“Babe, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize your allergies were acting up. Are you okay?”
You quickly buried your head in his chest, as tears began falling, it wasn’t like you to cry, but you were so frustrated and angry at this point, “They weren’t that bad…” You cry weakly, hoping that he didn’t realize your tears were falling, only to gasp as a large hand found it’s way to the back of your messy, rain frizzed hair causing you to look up at him.
“Y/N, any moment I spend with you is perfect. I wouldn’t trade you for anything.” He chuckled, giving you a large boyish smile.
You want to pout, you wanted to, but his smile was so genuine and so reassuring, you had to bury your head back into his chest to avoid the embarrassing schoolgirl giggle that fell from your lips as the tears turned to joy.
“But a cup of ramen wouldn’t hurt.”
A loud bark of laughter left you, only to turn into a shriek of surprise, as he managed to pick you up and leap out the hammock all in one motion without a stumble. Had you tried alone, you would have easily landed on your ass.
“Where we going?” You ask, as he held you in the crook of his arm, before fishing around in his pocket, pulling out a necklace very similar to his own. You often toyed and batted at it, when you laid cuddled on his chest.
“Hope you don’t mind if we’re one of those dorky couples with matching jewelry.” He replied, as he sat you down, before securing it around your neck. “Perfect.”
Standing on the tips of your toes, you reached up, singling that you wanted the tall man to pick you up. Allowing you to sit on his forearm the other arm, keeping you from toppling backwards, facing him, you arms securely around his neck, legs braced against his sides as you placed a kiss against his lips, “Just like you.”
“Now why don’t we go find a way to warm the both of us up.” He smirked, as you rested your forehead against his. “You ever did it in the rain?”
“No,” You muttered, “But I’d like to give it a try.”
It wasn’t often that you managed to sneak out of bed, as well as get up early enough to surprise Ignis. You often joked that the sun couldn’t rise without the man to wake it up, yet today you managed to do so. Smiling through a yawn as you shuffled the eggs around the skillet before you, it was suppose to be an omelet, but something happened and now you have scrambled eggs.
“Good morning, my love.” Ignis’ deep voice echoed in your ear, as felt a thrill go down your spine, the husky voice made even more so as he was still shaking off sleep.
“Good morning,” You whisper back, as he wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close, as he rested his chin against your shoulder. “I have some ebony on the table for you.”
“What would I do without you?” He smiled, placing a kiss to your cheek, as he sat down at the small two seated kitchen table.
You coo softly, as you load two plates, walking over to the table, setting his down as you swept his bangs aside placing a kiss to his forehead.
The two of you often didn’t talk through breakfast, instead choosing to enjoy it in each other company. You had already started the day off rather late, at least late to the two of you. Since you begun dating the tall sandy blonde, you knew he was a man of schedules, and this was the only day he ever requested off.
Well not so much requested, as Noctis forced him to take it off, explaining that nothing he, Prompto and Gladiolus did could be so bad that he couldn’t fix it when he got back. Aside from the Chocobo incident which still brought a chuckle from the two of you.
“What are our plans for the day?” You asked, picking up the empty plates as you deposited them in the sink.
“As it’s so nice outside, why don’t we enjoy the weather?” He suggested, as held out his hand, leading you to the bathroom, where the two of you enjoy a nice warm shower together.
“Where to, dear?” You asked, as you both exited the house, linking your arm in his. He wasn’t much for public shows of affection, which worked for you, simple hand holding, or linked arms allowed you to get what you needed. Besides in private you got all the Ignis you could want.
“I plan to spoil you, my darling cupcake.”
You gave a playful pout, “Iggy, we’re suppose to share this day.”
“I’m honored to do so, and by seeing my love spoiled, means everything to me, my love” He replied, as he lead you toward the shopping area of Insomina.
You had to admit the man was poet with his words, no man so tall, suave and handsome should be real, yet here he was leading you in a boutique.
“Iggy!” You gasp, as he released your arm, pulling you hand to his lips as he gave a kiss to your knuckles.
“I’ll shall return in about 2 hours time, enjoy yourself, my heart.” He stated, before whisking himself out the door.
You wanted to be upset, and you want to pout, but found it so difficult to be upset when he called you those adorable pet names. Noctis, Prompto, and Gladiolus often joked that he only did it because he forgot your name and was to embarrassed to ask you. Yet you knew deep down that the man knew more about you, than you did yourself. Yet as your relationship blossomed and bloomed, you realized he did it so that he could always know when something was wrong.
“Mrs. Scientia, your husband has everything picked out, all you have to do is relax.”
“My husband…” You mutter softly, only to feel your face burn at the thought, yet couldn’t bring yourself to tell her any different as you were lead through the boutique.
Just as he agreed, Ignis had arrived in time to pick you within 2 hours, wearing a very suave black suit and matching burgundy tie to go with the dress he had picked out for you.
“My dear, you look absolutely, radiant.” Ignis smiled, taking you hand in his, as he lead you to the nice restaurant down the street.
Of course the meal held nothing to the type of dining you received from Ignis everyday, yet it was nice to enjoy a sweet candle lit dinner with the perfection that was the man before you. A bright smile on your ruby lips never seemed to linger, as the man linked his fingers with your own.
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, no simply admiring you, my love.”
You may have just been emotional but you felt your eyes perk with tears as you grip on his hand tighten.Only to realize that he had shifted his hand to find something cupped under his hand, realizing it was a small red box, leave it to him to have that slight of hand.
“I wish I could provide you the moon, yet all I can do is give you this small little rock.”
“Iggy.” You smiled, as you opened the box, showing a rather decent sized pendant hanging on a necklace. Looking closer to see it had your and Ignis’ initials around it.
“So that you know you are always within my heart.” He replied, moving to stand behind you to put the necklace on you. It rested the perfect length to never get caught in your clothing. “Shall we retire home for the evening?”
Linking your arm into the tall man’s, you balanced in your heels to stand tip toe as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, being certain to avoid leaving a red kiss mark against him.
The dark evening air was perfect as he lead you home, providing you his jacket at the soft wind that blew through the streets. You we’re upset that the walk seemed so short, yet couldn’t control your joy as you entered the house, seeing he had planned dessert for the two of you to share together at home, all of the living room furniture moved out the room.
The atmosphere lite by fake candles, as a soft waltz echoed through the stereo system, wondering just how exactly that he could set all this up. Gasping as he removed his suit jacket from your shoulders to hang up before gracefully turning to you.
“My love, may I have this dance?” He asked, holding out his hand, at a slight bow.
You turned placing a manicured hand within his own large strong hand. “I would love nothing more.”
Pulling you to the center of the room, Ignis pulled you in a soft waltz, putting you in a spin, as he pulled you closer to himself than the dance required. Resting your head against his shoulder, you closed your eyes, imagining nothing more than being in this perfect moment. Gasping as he gave you a slight dip, opening your eyes when you noticed that he at some point within the dance had removed his glasses so you could stare in those beautiful green eyes undistrubed, as he leaned forward into the dip, pushing his lips against your own.
“Happy anniversary, y/n.”
“Happy anniversary, Ignis.” You smiled, back as he pulled you back up, into another waltz as the next song came on. “Should we get to dessert?”
“My dear, I have something else in mind for dessert.”
Plot: You and Damian have organized the perfect date but things don’t go according to plan.
Word count: 717
Pairing(s): Older!Damian Wayne x Reader
A/N: So this came out alright. It’s not my favorite but I’m posting it anyway. Please try not to be too harsh if you don’t like it. Enjoy.
It was a beautiful day. Your morning started off great. You got in a good breakfast, you got the day off of work, and you and your boyfriend Damian had planned the perfect date. You and Damian’s favorite place was forest like trail that led to a small cliff and waterfall. It was about 4 mile, up hill hike and the scenery was perfect for pictures and paintings.
Damian brought his sketchbook and you brought your camera. You guys also brought a picnic blanket and basket. The hike was pretty tough, but you guys were use to it. You took some pictures on the way up, mainly focusing on the trees and a few deer.
It was quiet. The only thing you guys could hear were the birds, twigs snapping underneath your feet, and water in the distance.Neither of you talked, you just walked in a comfortable silence listening to the environment surrounding you.
You both made it peacefully up to the cliff getting a clear view of the waterfall.
“I swear this has to be the most beautiful place on the planet.” You said taking pictures of the view.
“Not nearly as beautiful as you Habibti.” Damian said behind you setting up the picnic area. You blushed slightly and gave him a smile sitting down next to him on the blanket.
The food was laid out around and while Damian could cook a little you knew there was no way he made all of it.
“The food looks delicious Dami.” You said picking one of the sandwiches.
“Yes I think Pennyworth did a fine job as well.” He stated with small smile. You chuckled a little at his comment confirming your suspicions of who prepared the food, but that didn’t stop you from diving in.
You guys continued to eat and talked about a lot a different topics. The topic on how you both wanted to spend your future’s coming up more than once. After you both finished eating he pulled out his sketchbook and began to draw. You pulled out your camera again and began taking some more pictures.
“Y/N?” you heard Damian ask in a confused tone. “Yes?” You replied in the same tone while continuing take your pictures.
“It wasn’t suppose to rain today was it?” He asked
You looked at him curiously. You hadn’t felt any rain drops but when you turn to look at him you noticed a few drops and the blanket and some on his sketchbook.
You reached over to your bag and pulled out your phone to check the weather quickly. You didn’t remember hearing about rain on the morning news forecast, but when you checked your phone there it was calling for great chance of rain. You and Damian instantly began packing up your stuff.
You walked speedily down the trail. Neither of you wanted to get caught up in the rain, but unfortunately when you guys reached halfway the rain picked drastically. It was now pouring and you couldn’t help but laugh at your sudden bad luck.
Damian turned to look at you taken back by your sudden change of moods.
“Why are you laughing?” He stopped and asked.
“I’m just laughing at our bad luck is all.” You answered honestly stopping in front of him.
You leaned down to give him a short yet sweet kiss. One in which he happily accepted.
He then leaned back and asked,”Are we really going to be this clíche?” You gave him a huge grin and nodded your head. He put down the picnic basket and gently grabbed your face kissing you once again. As much as you wanted to continue you both decided to cut things short due to the water making your clothes at lot heavier.
You both continued walking and soon enough you were off the trail and Damian’s car was in sight. When you both were in the car instead of going home and drying off, you decide to sit and watch the rain while the heat was on full blast and music played lightly.
You both went back to talking about random topics until the rain let up. Even though the rain did ruin you guy’s plan it didn’t ruin the date. In fact it made it better and you couldn’t be happier.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AJ STYLES!!!! HERE’S CHAPTER 3 OF YOUR SERIES!!!!
OKAY. Hear me out. I LOVE WRITING FLUFF WITH AJ SO MUCH! It took me forever to write this because I’m struggling with this OC’s personality and how she responds to all this one-on-one time with AJ. Anyway, hope y’all like it.
Summary: OC (reader inserted) and AJ spend the night in a shared bed in a hotel room together. Word count: 3039 (sorry not sorry.) Warnings: Fluffed fluff. Mention of abuse. Mention of divorce. Wrassling.
Summary: Lucifer dressed up as Castiel quickly finds out that you are currently seeing the former king of hell, and quickly learns how to exploit that fact to his own benefit, but will his newly acquired puppy be willing to be a good boy for a treat
Pairing: Crowley X Reader
Warnings: forced bondage (Crowley in collar and chained up)! Smut! Swearing! Angst! Fluff!
Exclaimer: This is for @fangasm202
Lucifer over looked from his thrown as the demons ran around him in chaos, there was no order to it, which meant it was exactly how he liked it. His eyes slowly drifted from the chaotic seen to the deathly silent corner as the whole in the wall were an iron gate rusted with salt obscured the former king of hell face from the devils gaze.
The devils eyes brows on loan furrowed as he looked at the Hawaii shirt wearing demon talking to him as if trying to silently plan his rise or his escape. The Lucifer rolled his eyes and huffed as he leaned back on his throne, he looked up and around. He didn’t have much on the king of hell really, he was once known as the king of the crossroads had worked with the Winchester multiple time, but he couldn’t really see the Winchester brothers as a soft spot for Crowley, then it as if the angel trapped inside this body tried to hide whatever information he could on the king of hell he let one thing slip.
“Oh you think you could hide her puppy!?” Lucifer shouted across the chaotic room loud enough to make every demon stop in their tracks and the former king of hell to look up from the floor of his cell with a fain look of confusion and stupidity, he was a better actor than he looked but Lucifer just smirked as he threw himself from the throne and stalked towards the small cell containing Crowley Ex-king of hell.
“As much as you want me to believe that you have no idea who I’m talking about, I’m sure if I just mentioned her name, your neglected little friend you happily twitch to life. I bet her name would just roll off my tongue…hmmm (Y/N)….oh her name is…”
“Don’t you dare say her name!” Crowley growled the sound rumbling in his chest as he glared up at Lucifer prancing about in Castiel’s meat suit. What he would give to rip him out of the oblivious angel and go back to you, and sadly enough Lucifer wasn’t wrong about mentioning your name, Crowley felt his blood rush south painfully quick as soon as he said your name, as the times Crowley had said your names with urgency, aggression, desperation and love. He had said it so many ways, so when he heard your name roll off the prince of hells snake like tongue made a shiver crawl down his spine and made the blood drain from the whole of his body.
“Now you see Crowley…you can’t do anything.” Lucifer chuckled as he rested his hands on the salt sealed iron gate of Crowley’s cell. Crowley knew that all too well but he didn’t let up his scowl as his eyes slowly glowed red. For a once king of the cross roads he was surprisingly strong even with a warred collar around his throat. Lucifer chuckled and grabbed the chain through eth cell bars pulling his face against the salt coated iron. Lucifer watched as the skin of Crowley meat suit burned bubbled and blistered at the touch of the bars.
“You see puppy, you’re going to do what I say. If you don’t I won’t’ just take it out on you, I’ll take it out on (Y/N) and I’m not talking physically, you see I have your phone and I’m sure you’ve hid her number under some strange name but Castiel also has her number so it won’t take too long, imagine the torture of sending her a text saying that you no longer want to see her, that the sound of her name makes you wretch and the very idea that the king of hell would stoop so low to involve himself with a human, a hunter.” And at that very second Lucifer saw what was left of the former king of hells resistance crumble, Crowley’s face fell and his gaze dropped to the floor of his cell. The devil had him where he wanted him.
“But if you behave, I’m sure (Y/N) would happily venture into hell to see if you were still alive, and if I think you’ve been a good enough boy, I may give you two some alone time. How does that sound puppy?” Crowley didn’t know how to answer; if he argued or rebelled he feared what Lucifer would send you pretending to be him.
“good.” Lucifer smirked and pulled the chain tighter pulling Crowley harder against the gate making his grunt in pain as his skin soldered itself to the metal.
“Good, what?” Crowley didn’t even dare sigh as he screwed his eyes shut trying now to scream out in pain as he skin began to burn down to the bone.
“That sounds good, Sir.” Lucifer pushed Crowley away from the gate ripping his partly melted flesh away from the salt Iron Gate.
“Good! Now your chores start tomorrow let’s hope you’re going to be a good puppy for (Y/N)’s sake.”
what she means: DOGCARCASS IN ALLEY THIS MORNING, TIRE TREAD ON BURST STOMACH. THIS CITY IS AFRAID OF ME. I HAVE SEEN ITS TRUE FACE. THE STREETS ARE EXTENDED GUTTERS AND THE GUTTERS ARE FULL OF BLOOD AND WHEN THE DRAINS FINALLY SCAB OVER ALL THE VERMIN WILL DIE. THE ACCUMULATED FILTH OF ALL THEIR SEX AND MURDER WILL FOAM UP ABOUT THEIR WAISTS AND ALL THE WHORES AND POLITICIANS WILL LOOK UP AND SHOUT “SAVE US!” AND I’LL LOOK DOWN AND WHISPER “NO.” THEY HAD A CHOICE, ALL OF THEM. THEY COULD HAVE FOLLOWED IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF GOOD MEN, LIKE MY FATHER, OR PRESIDENT TRUMAN. DECENT MEN, WHO BELIEVED IN A DAY’S WORK FOR A DAY’S PAY. INSTEAD, THEY FOLLOWED THE DROPPINGS OF LECHERS AND COMMUNISTS AND DIDN’T REALIZE THAT THE TRAIL LED OVER A PRECIPICE UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE. DON’T TELL ME THEY DIDN’T HAVE A CHOICE. NOW THE WHOLE WORLD STANDS ON THE BRINK, STARING DOWN INTO BLOODY HELL, ALL THOSE LIBERALS AND INTELLECTUALS AND SMOOTH-TALKERS…AND ALL OF A SUDDEN, NOBODY CAN THINK OF ANYTHING TO SAY.
A/N: This is pretty similar to You’re My Drugbut the gif gave me some feels.
Summary: Castiel has gone for long walks in winter ever since your death.
Warnings: angst, fluff, implied smut.
Word count: 996
Castiel walked through the snowy forest with a frown spread across his face, his hands limply fell at his side as the snow crunched underneath his shoes with every step. He followed the same path as always, his eyes glued to the cliff not too far from him.
“You don’t have to torture yourself like that.” Dean said, his eyes filled with worry as he watched his best friend slowly walk down the spiral staircase, snow stuck to his dress shoes and leading a trail from the door to the library.
The angel shrugged out of his trench coat and threw it over one of the creaky wooden chairs as he walked past. The brothers both looked at him in confusion, knowing he never took his coat off. “I’m not torturing myself, Dean.” He sighed, picking up one of the lore books that had been piling up.
“Where do you even go?” Sam asked, looking over his laptop. “You’re out there for hours and you don’t answer your phone.”
Castiel kept his head low, his eyes glued to the pages in front of him. He ignored every single one of their questions, and when it all became too much for him he would pick up his coat and go back outside for another walk.
He thought about all of the times he spent with you walking through the forest in the winter, the two of you had your own secret trail that led to a cliff overhang where you would sit together underneath a tree and talk for as long as you could. It was his favourite thing to do, especially when you come back from a rough hunt. Sometimes the two of you would just go there to get away from Sam and Dean, because apparently they don’t understand the concept of knocking.
I am in under the wire but proud to add this little offering for the Monster Hunter + Soulmate day of Fantasy Pretzel Week. I haven’t a clue if I will ever get more than this little bit down but @barpurplewrites encouraged me to go ahead and just write up what I could and I am glad she did because this was really fun and I really hope I get the chance to share the rest of the story with you guys.
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Despite the wind and rain lashing the Irish countryside the small pub was warm, awash with light, laughter, and the smell of hearty food, it was quaint, too quaint, and as Emma Swan stood on the threshold she felt a warning run up her spine–not everyone here was human. She evaluated the room with the practiced ease of years dealing with the preternatural but there were no obvious signs of what she was up against, no dark spots, no color shifts, no shimmers indicating magic, no malicious, hungry eyes, staring back. A few patrons gave her a passing glance or a nod but none seemed to be overly interested in the soaking blonde in a red leather jacket and jeans. If she had been younger she might have ignored the warning but she had learned to trust her favor, had scars both physical and emotional to remind her that while the Gods were fickle their favors could always be relied upon, and so she kept her guard up–an easy task since she rarely let it down.
She strode to the bar and slid onto the stool. A short, bearded man approached her with a dour expression. Emma ordered a hot chocolate which earned her a huff. So much for the friendliness of the Irish. Not that Emma wanted to make friends, she was here on a job and once it was finished she would move on to the next one and the next. It was a good life, rewarding in its way as she used the favors the Gods had bestowed to help humans with their problems or with the more vile preternatural elements in the worlds. She wasn’t strictly a Hunter but had been known to kill or trap a monster when needed. She hoped, for Belle French’s sake, that there would be no creatures this time around.
When Belle had contacted her about her missing child Emma had wanted to refuse. When babies were taken they were rarely recoverable–eaten, used in spells, transformed, taken to another world, whatever it was the kid wasn’t coming back– and she told Belle to just accept her son was gone. But the woman was stubborn, full of a fire that Emma couldn’t help but admire, and not afraid to play dirty.
“Don’t you wish your parents had tried to find you?” Belle had asked.
“How did you–?”
“I do my research. You were weeks old when they found you on the steps of the temple. You grew up in and out of foster homes, never knowing who your parents were or why you were left.”
“My parents abandoned me because I was Blessed,” Emma said darkly.
“Or you were stolen by a god and then blessed and your parents are still looking for you.” Belle shot back.
Pairing: Lin x Reader SAD ANGST Warnings: Crying, cheating, angst Word count: 1185 A/N: Second part of a request! “Anon asked: 2. “You can hate me, you can dislike me but how can you cheat on me?” This with literally anyone fuck up my emotions pls” THIS IS PART TWO. really short chapter sorry oops I just wanted to put something up for everyone asking for a part two. part three up soon.
Lin spent the night with his arms wrapped around you, gently rocking the two of you as your body remained pressed up close to him. He cooed into your ears, promises filled the air as he continued to apologize, his guilt rushing through his veins as his muscles tightened beneath you.
His tears didn’t stop either. As mad as you were, your heart ached for him. He had spent years on Hamilton, writing and working on it with every thing he had, And now, he was laying in his dressing room, broken sobs leaving him after having run off stage. It was hard not to feel pity for him. But he didn’t wake you up. Despite having hundreds of words to say to you, all resting on the tip of his tongue as he watched your chest slowly rise and fall, content as he could be as he just held you.
Eventually though, you woke up, your eyes catching his, still blood-shot and puffy, eyes cheeks hollow. He looked like hell.