like just the way she takes a deep breath but more importantly the way he looks at her

His Family Doesn’t Like You

She was nervous and he could tell. They had been dating for eight months when Harry asked her to live together. He bought them a house in LA, she wanted to stay in America and LA was the compromise. His family already hardly saw him and so when he made the move they weren’t happy. 

Then Anne read somewhere that Harry had paid off her loans, and he had. Anne had read that her son paid for the mortgage on the house all on his own, and he had. Gemma had read that her brother bought her a car, which he had, but none of them knew that she refused the car, the loans, the house. 

None of them knew how much she hated that Harry gave her everything, and she could give him nothing. They all saw her as a gold digger, which was far from it. She worked hard to pay off as much as she could before Harry got a hold of her loans, she hid the bills, she did her best. But Harry snooped and found them and paid them off, it was one of their biggest fights, but no one knew. Because if she complained she seemed ungrateful, and if she didn’t she was seen as a gold digger, she couldn’t win.

He did buy their house, but she helped out. She paid bills, she paid for groceries and furniture, she really did try. And when Harry bought her the car she stood her ground, he claimed her 2004 Ford would only take her so far, and she reminded him as long as it took her from point a to point b she would be fine, when she had to reach point c they would talk.

So when their house was all set and it looked just how she wanted, Harry asked to have a house warming party. He wanted his friends to see his new life, he wanted to show off the house, the cars, but more importantly he wanted to show her off.When his family heard they offered to fly out, they wanted to meet the girl he moved across countries for, they wanted to meet the girl who was draining his bank account.

Harry could tell she was nervous, she stood next to him, her hand gripping her glass. She insisted on not drinking and settled for sparkling cider, she was never much of a drinker and she didn’t want to risk being buzzed or drunk in his families presence. Harry squeezed her hand, his free one gripping his beer, his friends and her friends were all gathered around in the house and backyard. The grill was up and running and Niall offered to be in charge.

“You’ll be fine Y/N, I promise. I love you how can they not love someone I love?” Harry smiled, his thumb rubbing circles on her palm. 

She took the last sips of her cider and set the empty glass down, “’m not good when I meet people,” she mumbled, “I get all shaky.”

“You’ll be fine, they’re lovely people,” Harry chuckled. 

“I know they raised you,” she smiled, going up on her toes to kiss his cheek. 

“Harry!” He heard his mother voice call, when he turned from his spot on the deck he saw her. 

Anne stood by the door with Gemma, a wide grin on her face. She rushed over hugging Harry, Gemma followed her actions, “thank you for flying us out,” Anne says, “we just left our stuff in the living room Jeff offered to take it up stairs, he’s a wonderful man.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, “mum, Gem, this is Y/N,” Harry tugged on her arm lightly, pulling her in front of him. 

She smiled softly, “hello,” she says gently, “I’m Y/N it’s so nice to meet you.”

“Anne,” Anne says, her voice isn’t as soft as it was when she talked to Harry, it was slightly cold and she didn’t enjoy the way Anne’s look seemed to have hardened as well.

“I’m Gemma,” Gemma faked a smile, holding out her hand. 

She shook it and the clamped her hands together, “how was your flight?” she asked. 

“It was fine,” Anne’s answer was short and simple. 

It was silent and the air felt different, she peeked up at Harry, “Y/N just got accepted to the medical program at Stanford, in just a couple of years she’ll be a doctor,” Harry says, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend.

“So I assume you’ll be working all the time to pay that off?” Anne asked, her eyebrow raised. 

“Oh-well-I got a scholarship-and uh some-”

“It doesn’t matter,” Harry cut her off, “baby will you get me another beer? This one is warm.”

She nods, “would you guys like anything?”

“No.”

She turns making her way to the kitchen. She grabs the beer, taking in a deep breath. When she composes herself she walks towards the door but stops, Harry stands on the other side, his back to her as he talks to his family. 

“I just don’t get a good vibe from her Harry,” Gemma says softly. 

“She just wants money,” Anne whispered, “how can you not see that?”

“No she doesn’t-”

“Harry if a guy paid my loans, bought me a house, a car, medical school, and clothes I would stay with him as well, she likes you for your money,” Gemma says, her hand resting on Harry’s arm, “her intentions aren’t good. I’m sure she got into Stanford because of you, she’s using the benefits.”

“You guys don’t know her,” Harry snapped. 

And he was right, they didn’t know her. They didn’t know how she worked three jobs to save up to try and be the one to pay for their bill, they didn’t know how stressed Harry was every night you had a late shift. They didn’t know how much effort she put into school, into work, and then to come back home and help Harry cook. They didn’t know how Harry watched her fall asleep at the dinning table after she had worked, gone to school, worked another shift, and if she beat him home she would cook. They didn’t know how all of winter break she spent it working because she wanted to repay Harry for the loans and when she tried he refused. 

“I have money, I have so much I don’t know what to do with it, I paid your loans Gem, I have everything I need, I hate watching her work all the fucking time to pay off something I could do in a second. I hate her working three different jobs so she can buy a damn dress to show up to one of my parities when I could buy it for her and she can spends that time with me rather than serving some strangers in a diner or working at a clothing store,” Harry stated, “I love her and that’s why I do it. She doesn’t ask me for these things, I do them because it makes her less stressed. I do it for her.”

“Y/N is using you,” Anne whispered, “and now she’s taken you away from your family. Harry honey, I’ve been your age, I’ve been in love and I was blinded by it. Please just take a minute and think about it, really think about it.”

“She’s a gold digger,” Gemma says. 

And that’s when she’s break, the small sob that had been forming in her throat leaves her mouth, her hand reaching up to try and muffle it, but they all turn. She quickly turns, pushing through people and running up the stairs to their shared bedroom. She turns, locking the door behind her and pressing her back to it.

“Y/N,” Harry says softly, knocking on the door, “baby, please let me in.”

“I-I just need a minute,” she sniffled, “I-uh-I spilled something.”

“Y/N I know you heard,” Harry says, “please open up.”

She pulled open the door and Harry pushes it, forcing himself in. He frowns seeing her in the state, her eyes red, cheeks pink and puffy, tears are evident and she reaches up wiping them quickly. 

“We should go back to the party, I’m a little hungry,” she whispered, pulling the end of her cardigan and wiping the under parts of her eyes, “if my makeup smudged?”

“Baby,” Harry says, reaching for her, “I’m sorry. They have no idea what they’re talking about.”

“Please don’t,” she pulls away, “I just need-Harry it’s your family. I can’t come in between that I just-I can’t.”

“They’ll come around,” Harry says, “I’ll talk to them. Don’t-I know what you’re trying to do.”

“I can still apply to live in campus and maybe this will give us space-”

“No!” Harry yelled, running a hand threw his hair, “please. Just-y/n baby, please don’t say that.”

“Harry-”

“Just give it time, I can talk to them, they can see the real you, not the you the media portray’s,” Harry pleads. 

He reaches out for her once more and she doesn’t pull back. His arms wrap around her and she rest her head on his chest, “I love you,” Harry whispered, “and that’s all that matters.”

“I love you too,” she whispers into his shirt, “so much.”

“I know,” he nods, running a hand through her hair, “I know baby.”

They stand there, enjoying their embrace. Until she pulls away, tugging at her dress, making sure she looks decent, “we should go back,” she says, “I should probably take out the dessert so people can start to wrap it up.”

“I’ll talk to them,” Harry promises, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” she giggled, as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her, “Harry we have to go back downstairs!”

He rocks her side to side, picking her up, she laughs, “Harry!” 

“I just want you to go downstairs in a good mood,” he admits, setting her down, but keeping his grip on her, “why don’t you go help Niall huh?”

“Okay,” she nods. 

They make their way downstairs and she walks towards Niall at the grill. Harry leans against the wall watching her, “Harry,” Gemma says, walking up to him, a beer in her hand, “can we talk about this.”

“If you and mum are staying here, in our house, you will follow or rules,” Harry snaps, turning to the two of them, “treat her the way you want to be treated. You want to be cold towards her? Fine, but that will only create distance between us.”

What He Sees

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: angst, self doubt and self loathing, fan hate, fluff, mild smut

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This is the SECOND fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “You should be able to see that I’m 90% crap..” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for Steph, @torn-and-frayed Hope you like it, dear. Thanks for celebrating with me.

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home, forgiven and loved...

Post-6X17 ficlet. I set out to write something longer, but liked the short, sweet and dialogue-free feel of this instead. 


He’s sure the water is pinking his skin from the heat, but it feels too good to cool the temperature, each hot droplet hitting his shoulders taking a bit of tension with it on its way down towards the drain. She’d already whisked the dirt and grime away with her magic, but after too many days in the same clothes and without a proper wash he knew he wouldn’t truly feel clean until he was able to do it himself.

He lets his fingers trace the bottles along the ledge, Emma’s shampoo, her body wash and his shampoo, all lined up together next to the bar of soap he still prefers over the liquid most use in this modern realm. There’s nothing truly earth shattering about the bottles, but the sight of them causes his breath to hitch and his eyes to glaze over with happy tears.

He’s home. He’s forgiven. He’s loved.


She can hear the water still running upstairs and has a thought to stop her current task of making grilled cheese sandwiches so she can strip off her clothes and join him. But he’d looked so tired…and hungry, a different kind of hunger than is currently swirling up a storm deep in her belly. There’s time for that later. Hopefully sooner, but she’ll settle for later.

Even though she’s alone, she mentally blames the heat from the burners for the flush of heat behind her cheeks as she flips the sandwich over with the spatula to brown the other side. Her ring catches the overhead light on the stove and she turns her hand this way and that, watching the prisms dance about as her lips curl into a joyous smile.

He’s home. She’s forgiven. She’s loved.


The smell of grilled cheese welcomes him as he pads into their bedroom with just his towel around his waist, seeing Emma waiting for him on the bed with a napkin and a smile. She jumps to her feet to meet him, halting him with her hands at his waist and a light kiss to his lips. Her hand slides between them on his chest and he breathes in deep, releasing the air from his lungs on a trembling sigh as her magic sparks with warmth against his skin. Unlike the quick rehab she’d done back in the loft, this is more thorough, her fingertips tracing along each and every rib, up, and over his rapidly pounding heart. Unable to resist, he takes her lips in a more urgent kiss, cupping her cheek as her hand moves to his forehead to trace where she’d already healed the gash left behind by a Lost Boy’s spear.

Her fingertips are still tingling as her hands wrap around his back, the front of her sweater dampening from the water from his chest as she pulls him in close. He knows he needs food…and rest…but he needs this, her, more than the air in his lungs and the blood in his veins. She doesn’t resist as he moves to lift the sweater over her head, looking almost relieved as she smiles and makes quick work of her jeans and the rest of her clothes. His towel gets tangled between their legs as he falls with her on the mattress, sighing against her mouth as she urges him without ceremony to settle between her thighs. They both cry out as he begins to move within her, her strong hands keeping him from lifting his head so every breath, every word spoken rumbles over their still joined lips. His release barrels down on him too soon, but she’s right there with him, her body rising to meet his, a soul rendering lovemaking he both wants to last forever and come to its glorious conclusion all at the same time.

Later, they sit naked together under the covers eating cold grilled cheese sandwiches and talk. They speak of everything that has happened while they apart, and more importantly, everything that lead to their separation in the first place. It’s hard, but necessary, for her to trust that he will never leave her and for him to believe that he can finally be done apologizing for his past.

When sleep eventually comes, it’s with her head on his chest, their legs tangled and the ring finger of her left hand sparkling atop his heart.


They’re home. They’re forgiven. They’re loved.

RFA+V+Saeran Proposes to MC

A/N: This wasn’t requested but the ideas have been in my mind for a while so hey why not

Yoosung:

  • The lil bean was a nervous wreck omg
  • He’s going to ask you to be married to him for the rest of your lives that’s a lot of pressure
  • “Zen, I need help I’ve never proposed before”
  • Of course you haven’t, idiot”
  • He’s trying so hard to come up with a really cute way to propose
  • But all the ideas he comes up with aren’t good enough
  • He asks literally everyone in the RFA and almost spills to you in the process oops
  • Jaehee knocks some sense into him saying that no matter how he does it, you would say yes
  • Yoosung gains a lot more confidence after that and immediately knows what to do
  • He decides to go for the traditional proposal at dinner instead of going all out
  • You go out to a really nice restaurant for dinner and you can tell something’s off with him
  • HE ENDS UP CHICKENING OUT AT THE RESTAURANT LOL
  • When you’re both chilling in his house, you ask him what’s wrong
  • Immediately starts stuttering like crazy
  • Eventually, he takes a deep breath and just goes for it
  • “MC… Ever since you came into my life, you’ve been nothing but kind and understanding towards me even if we were strangers. I found myself falling for you fast and I knew I wanted to protect you and make you happy. I still feel that way. These past couple years have been nothing short of wonderful and I hope you think so, too. And I hope that we could have a lot more years like them in the future. So…”
  • At this point you’re both tearing up but he gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring with a shaky hand
  • “Will you marry me, MC?

Zen:

  • You know how he is
  • Obviously he’s going to want to make the most romantic proposal in the entire world
  • He’s got this super extravagant plan in his mind and it’s going to be perfect
  • Until it isn’t lol
  • He took you out to a romantic picnic at your favorite park
  • We’re talking candles-everywhere-as-the-sun-sets-while-feeding-each-other-chocolate-covered-strawberries kind of romantic
  • He cooked the food himself
  • Since you love to hear him sing, he serenades your favorite song to you
  • Everything is going just fine until the nerves start kicking in
  • The plan was to propose after the song but you’re giving him this really sweet and loving look and he loses all composure
  • He starts blushing and his breathing is uneven and his palms are sweaty
  • knees weak arms are heavy
  • You realize he’s struggling to say something you encourage him while waiting patiently
  • He takes your hands in his to calm himself down a little
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I absolutely love everything about you. Like the way your nose crinkles when you laugh or how you nag me to take a break if I work too hard and how you sing to yourself whenever you cook or how you snore a little bit when you sleep haha… I love how supportive you are. No matter how tough the situation is, you’ve always defended me and stayed by my side. But most importantly, I would love it if you would continue to stay by my side.”
  • You watch as he gets down on one knee, a shy smile on his face as he pulls out the ring
  • “How about it, MC? Will you marry me and stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”

Jaehee:

  • Cool and calculated on the outside, a Hot Mess™ on the inside
  • She does a really good job at keeping the proposal a secret from you but as they day looms closer, she becomes a nervous wreck
  • She starts messing up customer’s orders, drops a plate or two, ya know
  • You’re worried about her but when you ask about it, she quickly brushes it off
  • This isn’t normally like her so you know it’s something bad
  • At the end of the work day, you suggest that she relax a little bit before you two start closing
  • She agrees but goes to the back of the kitchen to get some food for you two
  • When she brings out a slice of cake for you to share, you ask her what’s wrong
  • She fidgets with her sleeve as her eyes fixate on the cake that you’re in the middle of eating, avoiding to look you in the eyes
  • “There’s nothing wrong, I promise. It’s just… I really love you, MC. More than you know. You’ve helped realize that I need to follow my own dreams and take more risks instead of taking it safe.” She looks around the shop. “I mean, you helped me open up my own coffee shop! But one thing you helped me most on is love. Because of you, I took a chance and fell in love. With you. You not only helped me achieve my dream of owning my own cafe but also my dream of finding someone who could love me.”
  • You watch as she looks back down at the cake you’ve forgotten about
  • As you look down, you can see a shining diamond hidden in the pastry
  • “Can you help me achieve one more dream and marry me?”

Jumin:

  • pretend the good ending of his route doesn’t exist lol
  • This man wanted the best and only the best for you
  • But he knew you preferred the simpler things in life
  • so he decided to cancel the raining rose petals and doves lol
  • Instead, he decided to take you out to your favorite restaurant for dinner
  • But obviously he made sure you had the entire restaurant to yourselves
  • He’s a little nervous but not so much because come on
  • He wouldn’t propose unless he knew for a fact that you would say yes
  • So dinner goes by without a problem and you two are just enjoying the quiet company of each other
  • But when the waiters bring out dessert, he gets a little fidgety
  • When you ask him if he’s okay, he takes a deep breath and starts the speech he prepared ahead of time
  • “I want you to know how grateful I am that you are in my life. You are so patient and understanding with me. I was so… isolated before I met you. But you’ve taught me to accept my own emotions and learn to love. I love you, MC, with all my heart.”
  • Jumin moves to stand up and kneel down next to you, pulling out a velvet box and revealing the ring inside
  • “All I want to do is to make you happy. You deserve the best life possible and I’ll do anything to ensure that. But will you give me the best life by becoming my wife?”

Seven:

  • this is gonna be chandler and monica style from friends get ready
  • It’s been a while since the whole Mint Eye thing and Seven had been thinking of proposing to you
  • But he’s Seven so he’s really scared that you won’t say yes since he believes he still isn’t good enough for you
  • You knew that he wanted to marry you and why he was so hesitant so you decided to break tradition
  • When Seven came home from running errands, he found you in the living room surrounded by candles and looking really nervous
  • He sat down next to you on the couch and noticed you were tearing up
  • Seven goes into PANIC MODE
  • He starts to ask questions and see if you’re hurt or if he did something or what but you shut him up
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I know you’re afraid of this whole “love and relationship” thing but I want you to know that I love you more than anything else. To prove to you that I will never leave you…”
  • You start pulling out the ring you bought for him but at this point you’re full on sobbing and shaking you can’t speak 
  • This boi is tearing up but he gets the idea and helps you out a bit
  • hE PULLS OUT THE RING HE LITERALLY JUST BOUGHT NOT EVEN HALF AN HOUR AGO
  • “I knew I wanted to marry you since you stuck by my side even after going to the Mint Eye. You’ve made me become a better man in more ways than I can count. I’m sorry it took me so long and made you wait, but I love you, too.”
  • He looks you in the eyes as you both take a deep breath before saying at the same time:
  • “Will you marry me?”

V:

  • V wanted to be creative with his proposal but nothing too extravagant
  • So he decided to make it a little sentimental instead by using his photography skills in the process
  • You were out with some friends so he asked Jumin for some help with the set up to which he gladly agreed
  • When you got home, you found a photo taped to the front of the door of you and all the other RFA members
  • Below it was a note saying “The first party and first time we met.”
  • You smiled as you took the photo down and saw more taped along the hallway
  • Each had notes underneath life “Our first date.” or “Taken after we said our first ‘I love you’s’” or “First time I ever saw you.” or “The day you moved in.” 
  • The photos led to the backyard and when you went outside, you saw V standing in the middle with a big smile on his face and you walk over to him
  • Before you can ask him what all the fuss was about, he kneels and begins speaking
  • “You are truly a blessing in life. In my life. You are so patient and kind and understanding and generous without asking for anything in return. I wanted to show you how much I love you and somehow give back for all the kindness you’ve given me. All the photos you have are from moments I hold close to my heart. I hope that we have more photos to take in the future.”
  • You watch him pull out the ring as you hear a snap and see Seven off to the side with a camera
  • “MC, will you marry me and make more memories with me?”

Saeran:

  • You had been together for years and it was a slow and steady relationship 
  • Sure you wanted to marry him but you didn’t mind waiting and giving him time considering everything that he’s been through
  • He wants you to be by his side since you’re the only one that really understands him
  • You’re both cuddling on the couch and watching a movie like any other day
  • It was your turn to pick the movie so you choose this romance movie Jaehee recommended
  • it’s not a zen movie *gasp*
  • At some point, the two main characters get married and you don’t think much of it
  • Saeran, however, has got that scene stuck in his mind
  • Once the movie ends, he asks you if you liked it
  • When you say yes, he just nods quietly and bites his lip
  • You know that’s a nervous tick of his but you don’t want to press him if he doesn’t want to share
  • You’re about to get up to get food when you hear him mutter something
  • It was so quiet so you ask him to repeat it
  • “Let’s get married.”
  • He’s looking at you straight in the eye and you know that he’s completely serious about this
  • You can’t help the grin on your face as you give him a kiss
  • “Okay. Let’s get married.”

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taehyung being that annoying guy your friends are friends with so you have to put up with him:

  • first of all, everything about him would annoy you since the very beginning - his overconfidence, his dumb grin, the fact that he has 5 holes in his big ears (who the fuck needs that many), the way he wiggles his eyebrows playfully when he says something only he finds funny, or his stupid deep voice that makes him sound like a man when he’s in fact still a kid, and most importantly his childish remarks and behavior in general
  • with time even his breathing would upset you
  • every time you’d walk into your friends’ house and see him there, you’d get the urge to turn around and leave
  • you were annoyed because he made fun of you from the minute he met you - he was nice to all your other friends, but he just had something personal against you and he’d always tease you about the dumbest things, and it always seemed to affect you, which is why you were mad at yourself more than at him
  • he’d always have something to say about something you were doing
  • “you’re going on a date dressed like that? no wonder you never get laid, you look like a nun, where did you even get that outfit, you went back to the ‘70s?”
  • “of course the guy hasn’t called you, you’re a pain in the ass and you wait for months before putting out, who in their right mind would call!?”
  • “why don’t you accept the fact that you’re a loser like the rest of us and stay here and watch some tv instead of going to this party?”
  • his remarks weren’t that bad, all your friend laughed at them because in your circle of friends, teasing was just the way things were - but you didn’t consider him a friend because he just wasn’t
  • so anything rude coming from him got on your nerves

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The Arrangement (Part 7)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Dean meets your mother, and you go dress shopping with Jess

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,900

Warnings: language, mildly smutty thoughts/discussions… I think that’s it

A/N: Sorry this took so long guys, my life is super insane right now. Some thoughts: I would never fit in that dress I linked to. I don’t know any real humans that would. I just think it’s pretty. Also. There might be some smut in future chapters? How do we feel about this? I’ve never written any before.

SERIES TAG LIST IS CLOSED - I’m sorry, but there are so many. I always tag these installments as #the arrangement if you’d like to find them that way.

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hold me by the heart | M

In which Hoseok is ready to help you, but you can’t seem to stop running away from him.

Originally posted by hobismole


pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: sports au with volleyball player!hoseok
warning: rated M for my sanity slowly slipped down the drain along with some other bodily fluids.
word count: 5,933
notes: this fic wouldn’t have seen the light of the day without
@ohsuga !!! so thank you for supporting me all the way through pidge !!!


Sweat drips down your face, crashing onto the pavement as you focus on the constant sound of your worn out sneakers breaking the silence looming around the track. The sun is slowly peeking over the horizon, soft rays painting the morning sky with vibrant hues of orange and red. Your hair is dripping with sweat that has coated your frame, clothes clinging even tighter to your flushed skin.

“She can’t play anymore… The future is uncertain… Not good enough…”

The recollection of scenes plays vividly in the forefront of your mind, and you shake your head as if you can somehow will away the painful memories the mornings eerie quietness helped surface. Not even the mild breeze or the soothing scent of the magnolia trees are enough to scare off the ghosts of your past, but time and patience helped you find a new distraction: running.

Inhaling shakily, you quicken your pace until you’re sprinting down the track, as if to run from your own thoughts. It takes but only a moment for your lungs to burn and thighs to shake from the exertion. You can taste, hear, feel the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. Two more laps to go, you urge yourself, two more and–

“If it isn’t my favorite early bird!”

A familiar voice echoes through the field and your concentration falters. As your head swings around in search of the owner of the voice, you sense your legs giving out to exhaustion, limbs crashing down from the adrenaline high.

Your palms and knees burn hotly as you skid along the hard gravel stone of the track, the pressure in your palms enough to balance the rest of your body. Hissing in pain, you take a deep breath as a series of profanities fill the crispy air. You clench your fingers into fists in an attempt to reign in your emotions, but your lashes are brimming with unshed tears; you hastily wipe at your eyes, the mixture of grime, blood and sweat across your cheeks making the effort pointless.

“Y/N, fuck… I–” The male voice gasps, sounding way closer. From the corner of your eye, you can see him bending at the waist, panting like a dog. There is a beat of awkward silence as he catches his breath. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I… Oh, oh fuck,” he sputters, “you’re bleeding! Let me take you to the infirm–”

“I’m fine,” you deadpan, dragging the back of your hand across your wet forehead, not bothering with the rest of your face. Your mind conjures all the ways the coach is going to punish you for being so careless, and you bite back a groan, already dreading the countless push ups, squats and six a.m jogs around the campus. Exhaling one more time, you throw your assumptions aside, pushing yourself up before biting your bottom lip to suppress a cry from the pain that shoots up your left leg. “I’ll… I’ll walk myself…”

Your legs shake unsteadily and your body staggers forward as black dots swim in front of you. As the corners of your vision dwindles into a messy blur of colors, you hear a distressed shout of your name as strong arms grasp your waist.

“Ahh, stubborn as always…” The person murmurs from above you, a hot breath of air fanning your reddened cheeks as he adjusts your weight under his arms. “You should be more careful, y’know?”

With little strength left, you turn your head against his collarbone and look up at him with a pained grin. “Well, it’s all your fault, Jung.”

His booming laugh is the last thing you register as your eyes roll back, the world around you swimming into unconscious darkness.

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Olicity Drabble~ Consequences

Originally posted by itsmamukibhanji

So this would by my dream chat between Oliver and Felicity in say 5x20. This has no chance in hell of happening but hey it made me feel so much better! Enjoy! 

Consequences 

“That door still makes a lot of noise doesn’t it?” she lightly hollered from her seated position along the dust laden floor. He stopped at the midway of the once often used stairs. The time spent unused made them feel weak as if time itself had caused the iron to rot from the inside. Her red rimmed eyes flew towards as he lumbered downward; in turn he gazed at her sadly. Her once bright eyes no longer lit up when he entered the room, now they flickered with despair at the state of their once unbreakable bond.

His nose crinkled slightly in faded humor, “Felicity you know the entire police department is looking for you right?” 

He watched her head tilt in disinterest, “You know I never noticed how damp and dark this place actually was…I guess it takes a change of perspective to see what’s really there doesn’t it?” 

Oliver held back a pained sighed, “How drunk are you?” 

She hiccupped but it wasn’t the one he’d expected, “I’m sober Oliver or should I say Ollie since he’s the person you’ve become since you chose to fight for a relationship with Susan.” 

He padded down the few remaining hard steps and didn’t reply until his feet were over the hard, cold, and still wet cement of the old lair’s unforgiving floors. “So you’re starting with the cheap shots I see…” 

She snapped her head and glared darkly, “No, I’d just rather avoid another pointless conversation with a man I barely know.” 

He shoved his nervous fingers into his pockets and crossed the empty room. She kept her rigid body pressed against the furthest pillar as he himself used to do. Her usually perfect blonde hair was now almost dirty blonde, her nails were chipped, her cuticles were bleeding along the sides, and her skin was pale. “I didn’t come here to hurt you Felicity, I just came to talk,” he breathed in torment as the light flickered above her face. 

She shot those dark, grey, stormy eyes at him for a moment before they fell back to her knotted fingers. Her once brightly colored lips now cracked as she curved them into a dark smile, “Hmmm now you want to talk. Isn’t that just great,” she sneered snidely.  

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anonymous asked:

OH MY GOSH - VIVIANNE AND KALLIAS REUNION AND SUBSEQUENT FUCK-FEST !!! tbh it was probably hella emotional and I am a sucker for angst-ridden reunion scenes ! the fact that the mating bond snapped into place during literally makes me weep - please consider doing a fanfiction based on thisssss

Also a response to this anon ask: 

‘ If you wrote anything about Vivianne and Kallias I would virtually hug you so hard! I am in so deep with this ship, and I literally only got like, a chapter and a half of content from them! Tysm xxx’

Okay so I haven’t yet done the fuck-fest, but I’m definitely going to do that as a part 2. For now, have the initial reunion. I really love this pairing, not so much as a ship but rather that I love these two people? To me Viv is such a badass babe, and Kallias is such a cute little snowflake dork, all trying to be cold and snarky but secretly a cute little button inside who just loves his wife and people so damn much. 


Please Don’t Freeze

Ship: Vivianne x Kallias

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Disgustingly cute pet names, Kallias winnowing to the EXACT wrong spot, Love and Fluff. 

Contains ACOWAR spoilers in the sense that it has ACOWAR characters in it. 

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ficlet: aggression

dealanexmachina said: 

“trini has a very aggressive way of fighting” - Talk to me about Trini being tiny, being Latina, being a woman, being a not straight child of her traditionalist parents, and just *different* - and how that manifests in her fighting style. Tell me about how she pours all of her feelings into her fights, and because that’s what happens when someone like Trini suddenly becomes strong enough to crush a boulder with her tiny fist. Then tell me how it compares to Kimberly’s fight style, how it's lifts and assists and support like cheerleading would have taught her, but also bending and dodging because that’s how she’s learned to navigate the pressures of her parents and being one of the popular kids in school. How Kimberly’s sense of self is rooted in fear of one’s power and her journey to realize just how much power she wields and how much damage she can inflict or support and protection she can give is paralleled in both sides of her life. Talk to me about how as Rangers, Trini is all aggression, and Kimberly is all feints and dodges, but as teenagers, in the halls of high school, it’s flipped. Because Trini is the one who blends in the shadows while Kimberly engages in public shows and confrontation. Talk to me about what happened to that cut scene with Trini in front of the locker that had hateful language written all over it, and what they do now. Talk to me about how their fighting styles end up complimenting each other because for the first time, they’re depending on each other. How dodges and parries work in tandem with forceful attacks and blunt force that doesn’t back down. Talk to me about their fight styles start to bleed into each other as they learn from each other, inside of training and outside as they learn to stand up for each other and themselves. Talk to me about all the fighting metaphors and styles for Trini and Kimberly, please.

They shouldn’t match up. Anger vs. fear. Punch vs. dodge. Running at the problem vs. running full-tilt away. They shouldn’t make a solid pair.

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Hwarang :: Sam Maek Jong x Reader :: Part II

Thanks to everyone who waited and sent me nice encouraging messages! :) I felt bad for making you all wait so I made sure this chapter was extra long! 6505 words for you! I hope you enjoy :) 

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The sun seeps through the translucent film of the screen walls, it was warm. Really, really warm. I opened my eyes and I realized that the heat was not only radiating off the rising sun but also from Ji Dwi who was cuddled at my side. His arm was folded under my head, serving as a pillow while his other arm was wrapped around my waist holding me close to his body. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks at his close proximity, his chin rested on top of my head while mine was nestled into his neck. He was so warm and cuddly…if only I could see his cute sleeping face. Carefully and very slowly I peel myself away to get a peep but instead I received a surprise when his grip tightened and pulled me closer into his chest. “Just stay for a moment longer,” he mumbles into my hair. I smile into the collar of his hanbok, “I wasn’t leaving. I just wanted to see your face.” At that he shifts lower so that we were face to face. Being so close I could admire how perfect his face really was. From his long lashes, perfectly round almond eyes, sharp sculpted jaw and shaped eyebrows. “Wow,” I breathed out loud which he smirks at, “What’s wrong? First time seeing a handsome man?” I roll my eyes, quickly turning over so that he faced my back. His breath fans across my neck as he chuckled, “I’m just teasing.” “No, you’re just annoying,” I correct as his arms found their way around my form again, pulling me back towards him, “And really cuddly” I muse allowing him to nuzzle his nose against my ear. “We should get up. It won’t be long before the intensive training starts to prepare you for that stupid…really stupid unnecessary spar in a weeks time,” I explain but it falls on deaf ears since he made no effort to pull away. “Ji Dwi!” I whine with a laugh trying to sit up but the man-child was not having it as he playfully flops on top of me. “G-Get off! Stop!” I scream with giggles in between the kisses he placed on my face and along my neck. Let’s just say it was a very compromising position to get caught in when the wooden door flew open to reveal a very alarmed and ‘ready to kill a man’ aura radiating off of Seyeo. Besides the embarrassing situation it was funny to see his shocked face with his sword ready in his hand when he realized what he interrupted. “I told you it was time to get up,” I teasingly scold Ji Dwi which he replies with a small smile. He rolls off of me and into a seated position then he proceeded to stare intensively at Seyeo, almost impatiently waiting for him to leave. “Seyeo, you are going to catch flies if you don’t close your mouth,” I casually say with a stretch. To my surprise, he doesn’t even reply or say a sarcastic remark before turning on his heel and hastily running off to god knows where. “Now where were we…” Ji Dwi hums, gently pushing me back onto the floor. “Hmmm…waking up to go to practice?” I suggest which he immediately tuts at, “Then what?” I smile knowingly as he lowers his face towards mine, planting a firm and sweet kiss onto my forehead. He pulls back slightly and looks up with knotted brows as if in deep thought, “I can’t seem to remember.” “Wow…such a dork. Just kiss me properly,” impatiently I cup his cheeks to pull him forwards. “Okay,” he agrees planting a kiss onto my nose. “Not there.” “Over here?” he inquires placing one onto my cheek. “No!” I laugh squishing his cheeks. “How about here?” he tries again with my other cheek. “Ji Dwi!” “One more try?” he chuckles, finally placing a firm one onto my lips. I laugh hugging his neck tightly, “I wish we could wake up every morning like this.” He nods in agreement, “I’m sure I can do something to make that happen.” “Then I’ll look forward to it! But let’s get you to practice now, okay?”

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I join beside Seyeo who was watching the Hwarang set up for their sword practice. “So this is where you ran off to,” I tease taking a seat closely beside him. The male rolls his eyes and pulls out a parchment of crispy rice from his hanbok. “I wanted to surprise you with your favourite but I guess you surprised me instead. You know you could’ve told me so I wouldn’t have barged in like that!” I burst out laughing, realizing how embarrassed he was about the whole over deal, “You know we didn’t do anything right?” He breathes out almost in relief, not before quickly snapping a, “Yeah you better haven’t done anything!” I groan at his brotherly protectiveness, but all was forgotten when I remembered the crispy rice in my lap. Which I happily and quickly ate. Taking my last bite the Hwarang finally started their more intensiveness training in preparation to the fight taking place next week. Seyeo whistled beside me, “Wew, look at your man go!” I look up to find Ji Dwi showing off some really impressive moves, “Oh shut up you!” “Oh, he’s looking his way!” Seyeo exclaims excitedly and with no shame started waving at Ji Dwi which caused the corner of his lips to pull up. Not missing a beat Ji Dwi flashes me a wink before focusing on his sparring partner. “Oh what a cutie,” Seyeo sighs mockingly which I easily ignored since growing up with this annoying child that seemed to be the best option to shut him up. Observing the Hwarang carefully it was obvious as to who were the most skilled of the group, and much to my dismay I could easily tell that the sweet younger member, Han Sung, struggled to keep up. He wasn’t particularly horrible, he just needed a bit more practice. It was difficult to watch his sword constantly fly out of his grip since in a real situation that would’ve meant that he died…at least seven times in the last fifteen minutes. I couldn’t possibly watch him get killed at the sparring event, sending him with his current skills would just be suicide. So by the end of practice I thought of a solution to help Han Sung out, and importantly not to accidently hurt his feelings.

As the males started to put away their swords on their respective racks I walk towards Han Sung who sat defeated on the dirt ground. He was panting and out of breath but what took me back were the tears that started to well in his eyes. “Han Sung, you did great today!” I smile patting his head gently. He looks up with a pout, “Really?” I hum in agreement, “Of course! I was actually wondering if you could show me a few moves.” He blinks in confusion, “But you are already so good. I saw you the other day beating the other Princess and Ji Dwi.” He had me there, I guess I should give him a little more credit for being sharp when he wanted to. After a short moment of silence I nervously scratch at my temple, “But there’s always room for improvement right Han Sung?” Which to that he nods with his usual bright large smile. I nod contently, “Now that’s the spirit! Come on teach me something!”

Sam Maek POV

After practice I was looking forward to spend some time with (Y/n) seeing that we had the day off to relax. Apparently, it was part of the new practice regimen, practice intensively for three hours straight and rest for the remainder of the day. However, she seemed to be occupied. After putting away my practice sword I walked towards her usual observing spot but only her personal care taker was there. I follow Seok Hyeon’s line of vision to see (Y/n) gently patting Han Sung’s head. “What’s she doing?” I ask curiously plopping down beside Seok Hyeon. He cocks his head a bit in acknowledgement of my presence and explained, “(Y/n) couldn’t stand watching Han Sung fight like that. She knows he’s going to get hurt or worse, killed, at the spar so she’s trying to help him practice. Obviously without being obvious that he sucks.” I chuckle at the situation, that was something she would do, “So even when the situation is so dire she’s scared to hurt his feelings?” Seok Hyeon laughed with a scoff, “Yeah, so she’s using the excuse of asking him if he could show her some of his awesome moves.” I watch her and I found myself smiling like usual. From the way she watches Han Sung lovingly, the elegant sword movements, how she tenderly held Han Sung’s arms to help him get in proper position…it was all so perfect. She is definitely the Queen every Kingdom was waiting for. “Hmm…you are staring intensively are you jealous of the boy?” Seok Hyeon mused and I chuckle at that, “What? No of course not.” “That’s good. She already made up her mind that she wont be marrying the King so if that doesn’t prove her loyalty to you then I don’t know what will.” For once I broke my gaze from (Y/n) to look at Seok Hyeon with evident shock, “She said that?” To which he nodded at, staring intensively into my own eyes, “She told me that after her fourth encounter with you. She is extremely fond of you. You know if you end up hurting her I will kill you.” I chuckle at his threat, “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her, ever.” “I’m serious. I will kill you…excruciatingly slowly and painfully. Like I will skin you piece by piece,” Seok Hyeon explains never breaking eye contact. I was glad that (Y/n) has someone like him to watch over her, she was strong and smart but it put me at ease knowing that there will always be Seok Hyeon closely beside her to protect her if I wasn’t there. If she ever needed protecting that is, everyone here knows she’s deadly with her bare hands, let alone with a blade. Well maybe everyone but Han Sung as I could see how excited he was on the field to show (Y/n) some of his moves. “Look (Y/n)! I will teach you this move next!” The young Hwarang will exclaim before presenting some very off technique slash, which would then follow a, “Oh what if we did this instead? I think it would be much cooler!” (Y/n) would add just as excitedly. Call me blinded by love but she was absolutely perfect no matter what light you shine on her there was no imperfection to be seen. I didn’t even realize that they stopped sparring until the Princess started walking towards me. No wait towards Seok Hyeon. I wasn’t upset or anything. “Seyeo! Do you mind if you could go get Han Sung some jerky from town for doing so great?” She asks with a hand on Seok Hyeon’s shoulder, which he immediately accepts and gets up. Now that he was gone I look up from my seated position to see her smiling at me, “What’s up with your face?” “W-What’s wrong with my face?” I nervously ask attempting to cover it with my long sleeves which caused her to giggle and pull my hand away. “You look bothered, Ji Dwi.” Which I immediately reply with, “Why does he have a cute nickname?” (Y/n) snorts and slaps me upside the head, “Don’t be like that…my King~” she sings planting a soft kiss onto my cheek. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears and my heart skipping a beat at what she just called me. I couldn’t even reply as she quickly gets up and returns to help with Han Sung’s training. If only she knew the weight of her words.

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Now knowing Han Sung’s strengths it was easy to help him hone into techniques that he could naturally execute. To be very honest I was just as out of breath as he was, “Do you want to take a break Han Sung?” He excitedly shakes his head with a gigantic grin plastered on his face, “No I’m having so much fun! We can take a break once Seok Hyeon is back with the jerky!” I return his smile genuinely happy that he was finally getting into the spirit of sword fighting and finding his confidence, “Okay, that sounds like a plan!”

Practice ensued for probably half an hour more before Seyeo returned with a large parchment of jerky, probably enough to fill up the entire Hwarang. Sitting under the shade of a tree I asked Han Sung to start unpacking the food while I went to invite Ji Dwi over to join us. To my surprise he had plans, “Sorry, I have to go see someone. But I will see you in the evening okay?” I frown but nodded nonetheless, “Okay…sorry that I didn’t get to spend more time with you on your day off.” He chuckles at that and combs my hair back with his long slender fingers, “Don’t be sorry. You were working hard with Han Sung. Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tonight.” Reluctantly I pull away from his embrace to allow him to go on about his day, “Bye be safe, okay?” To which he nodded with that charming smile. By the time I made it back to Han Sung he was already happily enjoying his share of jerky. I plop down beside him in the shade, safe away from the blazing afternoon sun. It was a nice comfortable silence that enveloped us, so I was quite taken aback when Han Sung spoke up suddenly. “Thank you for helping me,” he shyly smiles scratching his cheek, “I know you were just trying to help me and it makes me really happy.” It’s not even an understatement if I said that my heart just about exploded. “Han Sung…it’s no problem at all. I wanted to help you. I don’t like seeing you upset over something so trivial like sword fighting.” He pulls a funny face, something between a pout and a smile, “Can I tell you a secret?” I quietly nod and he sighs, nibbling on his jerky. “I wished I was born a half blood instead of my brother.” My heart swells up at his confession, “May you tell me the reason why?” “He’s great at everything unlike me…but he isn’t allowed to do anything because of his blood. While I have the blood but I’m useless I can’t do anything right. Maybe if he was the true blood our family’s lineage wouldn’t disappear. God knows it’s going to end with me.” “Oi! You aren’t allowed to speak of yourself like that!” I scolded with a frown, “You will succeed if you keep trying hard and so will your brother! I promise, once I take my throne I will remove all hierarchy and allow anyone to work at the palace as long as they are passionate and hard working. Please continue to try your hardest with your brother, the time will come very soon.” Han Sung’s face lights up, “Wow so cool!” I laugh and pat his head gently, “No…it’s the right thing to do and about time. Blood shouldn’t decipher what an individual can or cannot do. Their actions should be accounted not something that no one has control over, like blood lineage.” He male hums with a closed eye smile, “I can’t wait for you to rule then. Serving you would be really fun with my brother, (Y/n).” I tut at that, “Silly, you won’t be serving me. We are equals, friends even. I just wish for everyone to work along side one another…no serving of any sorts.” “Ji Dwi is very lucky to have you love him (Y/n),” Han Sung suddenly states changing the topic. “J-Ji Dwi?” He hums with a nod in approval, “Although the King would miss out on someone like you, you make Ji Dwi very happy and he’s usually like a rock.” I laugh at that, “Like a rock?” Han Sung nods and joins in with the laughter. “I’m glad you are feeling better, Han Sung. Shall we continue to train for the days coming?” The male nods happily, “I would love that!” “Alright then. Just on one condition, always try your best.” With that we sealed our deal with our pinkies.

Sam Maek POV

Even though it was tempting to stay with (Y/n) and Han Sung I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling I had that I needed to talk to my mother. Although our talks usually end up fruitless I still found myself trying to reason with her anyways. I walk into the empty throne room to see her perched on her throne…my throne. “Sam Maek, what are you doing here?” she asks surprised at my random visit, “It’s still light outside someone can see you.” “Mother, I wasn’t happy with you trying to marry me off to one of the Princesses, but I made my decision,” I say ignoring her previous inquiries. Mother chuckles softly covering her mouth, “Oh Sam Maek…” she coos getting up from her seat. She started talking again once she walked up to me, “You never had a choice as to whom you were going to marry.” She says with knotted eyebrows but I knew her enough to know that there was no concern behind her actions. “Then why did you bring Princess (Y/n) here if you wanted me to marry my sister.” She smiles shaking her head, “I honestly thought she would just make Princess Sook Myung look even better, besides a friendship to guarantee an alliance with Goguryeo is intelligent. I’m surprised that you could take a liking to someone like Princess (Y/n).” My blood started to boil but I knew I had to keep my anger at bay, “Emotions aside, marrying Princess (Y/n) makes perfect sense. It creates a stronger alliance with the Kingdom of Goguryeo. Your narrow minded decisions has lead Silla to being the smallest of the three Kingdoms.” Mother furrows her eyebrows and reaches out a hand to cup my cheek, “Get rid of such silly thoughts regarding Princess (Y/n). It’s not going to happen. You are to marry Princess Sook Myung and it’s not up for discussion.” I turn my head away from her touch, it felt toxic, “For my entire life I obeyed your every order, however this time I cannot follow through of what you ask of me. You can send me away again, isolate me, deprive me of my throne, but you will not take her away from me.”

The walk back to the Hwarang house took longer than it should have, maybe because I took my time thinking about the event that just unfolded. The talks with Mother were usually like this but I felt uneasy that I told her so much about my feelings. She was controlling and consumed by fear which makes the most dangerous of people. “I missed you!” The sweet voice I learned to love called out. I look up from the ground to see a small blur running towards me, instantaneously engulfing me into a bone crushing hug. “I know you were only gone for only a few hours but I missed you already…can we go to Okta together? A bunch of the Hwarang are going!” she grins up at me excitedly. I gaze into her large round eyes and I found myself smiling as well, “I will accompany you anywhere, but I think it’s better if we stay inside tonight if that’s alright with you.” Without further questioning she nods contently and pulls me along to the small pond located at the back of the Hwarang house. I lower myself and sat down on the rocky surface beside the water, “Come here,” I softly coo pulling her into my lap. She quietly snuggles herself into my hanbok and rests her cheek against my shoulder.

Normal POV

Being so cozy and warm I started to drift off, but the nagging feeling regarding how strangely Ji Dwi was acting tugged at the back of my mind. “You know if something is bothering you Ji Dwi, you can tell me. I’m here to listen.” He momentarily remains silent threading his slender fingers through my locks, it took a few seconds of silence before he collected his thoughts and found his words, “I’m alright…just promise me one thing, okay?” I lift my face away from his neck to clearly into his face, it was obvious that something was tugging at the back of his head as well, “That really depends on the promise. If I can’t keep it I won’t lie to you.” He chuckles at that, “What I ask of you is quite simple, I wish for you to stay on Hwarang property. If you leave I will personally accompany you. That’s all I ask.” His proposal was strange indeed. It wasn’t something he would usually say, especially since he clearly knows how capable I am of protecting myself. “I have to be accompanied by you? Not even Seok Hyeon?” I inquire causing Ji Dwi to immediately nod his head, “I know you are capable of protecting yourself but I need you to do this for me. Please.” I silently nod, wrapping my arms around his now relaxed form, “Thank you (Y/n).” He strokes my back in slow circles, relaxing me enough to doze off.

I lost count of time, only realizing that it’s evening when the sun started to set into the horizon. Pulling back from Ji Dwi I stretch popping multiple joints, and I groan contently at the shift of tight muscles in my back. “Sorry I fell asleep,” I groggily chuckle getting off his probably now numb lap. Ji Dwi softly smiles, “That’s alright. I don’t mind being your pillow if that means that you are well rested.” I scoff with a shy smile in response, “No matter how sweet that was it was also excruciatingly cheesy.” Holding out my hand Ji Dwi takes it and pulls himself up and I was definitely correct about his legs being numb. The next second I knew we were both tumbling into the pond screaming, although the screaming didn’t last long as loud hearty laughter took over almost instantly. “You should’ve seen your face!” I exclaim pinching his cheek between by thumb and index. A mischievous glint sparkled in his chocolate brown eyes, before I could warn him not to he scooped water into his hands and splashed my face with it. “Bleh! Don’t you guys clean your bloody laundry with this water?” I spat but it was fruitless as he ignored my complaint and legitimately showered me. “Oh you’re on!” I growl tackling him into the pond where he slips and ended up pulling me along with him. “I’m soaking wet thanks to you!” I frown, “I just took a shower a few hours ago too…” “Come then let’s go take one together,” he winks cheekily causing a loud gasp to leave my wide hanging jaw, “Aish! Ji Dwi ah you can’t just say those things!” I stutter evidently flustered by his dirty teasing. He chuckles softly, caressing my cheek with the pad of his thumb, “You are so innocent it’s adorable.” “What? No!” I shake my head vigorously, “It’s all your fault for thinking such impure thoughts!” Throwing the blame onto him I cover my flushed face with the now wet sleeves of my hanbok. “Well we are going to get married no? Won’t we do so eventually? I’m just suggesting a head start,” he smiles innocently and I shake my head with a tut, “Please say you are joking!” Ji Dwi chuckles and leans forward, planting a soft warm kiss onto my forehead, “I’m just teasing. You are so easily flustered it’s quite precious.” I shake my head stubbornly never once breaking the intensive eye contact from him, “I’m not easily flustered! I am a proper Princess who is aloof and wears a face of unchanging stone!” “That sounds like something you can read from a scroll in etiquette lessons given from your mother or nanny.” “Well…you’re not wrong,” I burst out laughing and it was music to my ears when he joined in.

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After taking a shower, alone, I must add. I snuggle into my mattress with Ji Dwi closely beside me. “Are you really going to stay the night with me?” I ask hopefully which he nods in confirmation, “You mentioned this earlier on the day that you wanted to wake up every morning like this.” I nod contently holding him close to my body as did he to mine. “Can you tell me stories about yourself so I can fall asleep listening to your voice?” I ask closing eyes. His index finger drew circles into my shoulder blade while he pondered, “There’s nothing really interesting about me. How about I tell you about my favourite story that I heard growing up?” Without opening my eyes I nod and snuggled closer into his chest so that my ear was pressed against his chest, so close that I could hear his even breathes and the strong beat of his heart.  

There was once a boy who was born with powers. Powers that allowed him to do whatever he wanted and everyone had to listen to him. His mom didn’t want him because of that so she sent him very far away where his powers couldn’t touch her. Growing up he never knew love or where he belonged as he never had a home. One day he finally decided to embrace his powers and return home. When he went home he finally met the girl that showed him what love meant. Even though he kept his powers hidden he ended up getting many killed just by getting near them, so he’s terrified that he will hurt her one day. Despite the paranoia he opened his heart to her much against his mother’s wishes. He finally found happiness and he was terrified.

 

Throughout the story I could feel his heartbeat quicken and in all honesty it made me curious, “Was that by any chance a real story?” I quietly ask and he shook his head with a light chuckle, “Of course not. It’s just a story I heard growing up.” I nod thoughtfully and in relief, “That’s good…I don’t know what I would do if that was really happening to someone. That’s so sad.” “What would you do if it was true?” Humming in deep thought I tightened my hold on him, “I would hug him sooo tightly!” Ji Dwi hugs me just as tightly, “You have a good heart.” For all my life I always heard that from others but I never really understood what made me different from the rest, “No I’m only human…I don’t understand why people always tell me that. Doesn’t it make sense though? Why treat someone poorly based on circumstances that they were born with. They can’t help it!” Ji Dwi pats my head in a soothing manner attempting to calm me down, I don’t understand why my emotions were bursting left and right I was usually pretty good at holding it in. Maybe the talk with Han Sung earlier made me feel more defensive about the topic. “Having a good heart should be the norm but it isn’t. That is why you are praised (Y/n). We need more people like you in this world. Especially those who will be leaders,” he explains warmly caressing my (h/c) locks, his voice cracks, “I need people like you in this world.”

“I shall make a promise with you like I did with Han Sung, once I take my throne I will make it all right. I’m going to destroy the True Bone hierarchy, it’s only good for dividing people within a Kingdom and we don’t need that when true success is where everyone is equal,” taking a deep breath I continued, “Does that sound promising?” Ji Dwi never gave me a verbal response but the sealing of our lips meant much more than a ‘yes’. “How can you just break away from traditions so easily? Don’t you fear the results in doing so?” He questions showing his genuine concern but peaking interest to my proposal. “There is nothing more to fear than the injustice that is ruling our every action and thought. I will take the risk of being hated and threatened to make my Kingdom right.” Ji Dwi nods satisfied with my answer, “Very well, then I’ll be there with you every step of the way to make that happen.” “Then I cannot be anymore sure that everything will work out with you by my side!”

I wasn’t sure when I accidently drifted to sleep but when I opened my eyes it was already bright out. That was strange that I ended up sleeping until this late, the sun was already high up in the sky. What was even stranger was that Ji Dwi didn’t wake me up…and importantly Seyeo who never let me sleep past two hours after sun rise. Over sleeping I was groggy but I needed to get ready to help Han Sung with sword fighting, and hopefully be able to get a quick meal in before that. Throwing on a navy blue hanbok and some gold accented embellishments I quickly left my single room, no matter how much I didn’t want to admit it I wanted to dress better to impress Ji Dwi even though it was silly. He would never care about such materialistic factors but nonetheless it made me happy to wear nicer clothes once in a while. Running into the dinning hall I quickly grab a steamed bun before joining the last few minutes of the intensive sword training. My eyes caught Ji Dwi glancing over to me so I waved gleefully at him which he responded with a small smile and a nod. When they ended I quickly joined Han Sung to keep up with my promise. What I didn’t expect was his dramatic pouty face, and that he didn’t voice his problems immediately. “W-What’s wrong Han Sung?” I nervously ask dipping my head to get a better view of his face. He whines with scrunched up features, “You weren’t here to watch me at practice! I was so good!” I laugh whole heartedly in relief that he wasn’t upset over something serious, “I’m sorry Han Sung, I slept in. I’ll watch you tomorrow okay? I promise.” He raises a brow and holds out his pinky finger, “Promise?” “Promise.”

After practice Han Sung mentioned jerky and that’s when I realized that I haven’t seen Seyeo all morning. Which was very odd since he was usually always by my side unless I was with Ji Dwi. Slightly concerned was an understatement I searched the entire Hwarang house for my best friend to no luck. Even asking around no one had a clue to where he went. Sighing in defeat I returned back to my temporary room to collect my thoughts that were spewing with, very unlikely, but worse case scenarios regarding the mysterious disappearance of Seyeo.

Plopping down by the small table I noticed a small envelop on the usually empty surface. Cautiously I opened the envelop to reveal a folded note that held two sentences that immediately caused my blood to run ice cold. If you want him back in one piece go to the Inn. Fear not, every hour you make me wait I will send a piece of him back to you so you won’t be lonely. I couldn’t hear my surroundings as my quickening pulse drowned out any sound in my ears. Scrunching the note I threw it back onto the table along with all the accessories I wore. I was going in for a fight regardless of this person’s intentions, there would be no room for treaty after having the nerve to send me such a letter. Strapping on two swords at my hip I didn’t waste any time dashing out of the Hwarang house. There was a nagging at the back of my brain saying that I should’ve told someone, someone like Ji Dwi but I didn’t have time to dwell on it as I already weaved my way through half of the capital nearing the Inn. Out of breath I made it to the entrance, it was hard to calm down as anxiety took over. What a waited for me on the other side of the paper wall? I just prayed that Seyeo was in one piece and alive. Taking deep breaths I wrap my hand around the hilt of one of my swords and it instantly evened out my ragged breaths. With both swords in hand I slammed the door open with the hilt of my sword stepping in and I saw red, literally. A ceramic pot collided with my temple and blood quickly bled down into my vision. With my impaired I blindly waved my sword, allowing me to slash my assaulter’s arm. It was hard to process anything with a blurring vision but I could make out a bounded Seyeo on the ground. “Let him go,” I order pointing my sword at the man who stood behind him as he drew his sword and held it against Seyeo’s throat. “Drop your weapon or I’ll drop his head,” he hisses. I was reluctant to, of course, I was a fighter and I wasn’t one to be cornered helpless. But I instantly dropped my swords when Seyeo winced when the blade at his neck dug into his skin. Instantly I was shoved into the ground by the man I attacked earlier, successfully smacking my injured forehead into the ground. I held back my scream and took deep breaths, I had to collect myself, if I let fear consume me now I would be useless to Seyeo. With my cheek pressed against the ground I steal a glance at him and I was relieved that he wasn’t missing any body parts. Our eyes lock momentarily and he whispers, “You shouldn’t have came.” “And you shouldn’t have gotten kidnapped you idiot,” I spat back. We could’ve continued to bicker for another ten years but we both fell silent when the sliding door opened.

Biting my lip I raise my head and sat up straight, trying my best to ignore the plitter platter of blood droplets on the hardwood ground that continuously oozed out of my head. “Sorry I had to do that, I know it would be hard to keep you still if you didn’t suffer a serious injury,” a familiar voice coos. A soft hand lifted my chin and there was the Queen in all her glory. “What’s the meaning of this?” I ask evenly and she smiles her usual smile that never reaches her eyes. “My son wants to marry you and I can’t have that. He insists that he will follow you to the end of the world so the only way I could think of to solve this issue is to remove you, completely.” I scoff with a light chuckle, “That is absurd, I never met the man.” The Queen tilts my head side to side which really didn’t help with my pounding headache, “I really don’t see what he sees in you Princess…no Queen (Y/n).” I smack her hand away and instantly I felt cold steel against my neck, “And I demand you to let me and my servant go.” It was the Queens turn to laugh, “That’s where I have the upper hand. He’s not your servant, he’s like a brother to you,” she waves her hand and one of the men swung his sword towards Seyeo’s neck. I scream and grasp onto her hands, “No please! I’ll do anything. Just kill me he has nothing to do with this. Send him back home, he won’t tell anyone about this. He will say that I got sick and passed…just…don’t hurt him.” The sword never met with Seyeo’s neck and hot tears streamed down my face in relief, I could see him in my peripheral and he was shaking his head begging for me to just leave him. I close my eyes so I couldn’t see his tears, I never seen him cry before and I didn’t want to now. “I offer you my head, hang it up wherever you please. Just promise me that you won’t hurt him.” The Queen smiles, “Of course, I’m understanding. Just be good for me and I won’t hurt him. But I warn you, pull anything and his head will hit the floor faster than you can beg.” Gazing at her unwavering face I nod and sit up confidently, “I understand.” “However,” she starts, “Since you caused me so much trouble I won’t kill you so easily.” I silently stare into her eyes as she tugged at my hanbok causing the fabric to slide off my shoulders, “My son always listens to me, and it upsets me that he will ignore my orders for someone like you.” I grasp the fabric against my chest to keep it closed, trying to save the little dignity I had left. Seyeo pleads for the Queen to stop when she held a whip in her hand. “Please your Majesty, can he leave the room before we start?” Without an answer she flicks the whip, surprising me when the skin on my back split. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip. Not allowing me to catch a breath she threw back her whip and slashed again. I grit my teeth, refusing to show weakness, refusing to cry or scream. By the sixth slash I felt light headed, by the tenth I started to shake but I still refused cower away. She stops for a moment, “Why aren’t you afraid?” Sitting up right once more I try to speak evenly, “I don’t fear death, the only fear I have is to see people like you rule.” I say lifting my head and turning slightly so that I could see her fuming face, I smirk at her, unwavering as she brought her whip down once more. Out of anger she grabs the discarded sword from the ground and brings it over her head. Spitting out the blood that collected in my throat I smirk up at her once more, “People who live in fear are the most dangerous. And you are the perfect example of that your Majesty. I feel sorry for Silla and it’s faceless King.”

She lowers the blade and I finally allowed fear to consume me, I closed my eyes.

Metal clacked against metal, the final blow never came.

“Mother.”

“They don‘t make you more valuable“

(A/N): I’ve got an announcement, but not really, some of my writings from the official master list have been removed. They can be found under the tag ‘scribbles‘. Enjoy x

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Today is Josh‘s and Tyler‘s first time attending the Grammy‘s. But that‘s just the beginning, who would‘ve guessed that those two dudes from Columbus Ohio are going to be nominated for five Grammys one day? The same guys, that write music, that consists of every genre you could think of, about things nobody wants to talk about. The duo representing this generation‘s local dreamers. 

The moment their feet touch the red carpet, both of them feel a rush of excitement and a hint of nervousness raging through their body. After getting some photos taken, the two are lead to an interviewer. The guy has the biggest grin plastered on his face and the most enthusiastic attitude he could pull off. 

“It‘s so nice to see you guys! Five Grammy nominees, how do you feel about that?“ the man shrieks and holds out his microphone for them to speak into. 

Just like usual, Tyler takes the lead and answers the question. Even though Josh has improved in public speaking, he‘s used to his best friend being the one in control so all he does is nodding his head in agreement. Suddenly, he recognises a familiar face in the corner of his eyes while listening to his bandmate talk and couldn’t help but quickly turns around, to see no one other than (Y/F/N). The girl he has been and still is in love with. Doesn‘t matter how cliche it may sound, but the guy is hundred percent convinced that she‘s his one and true love. 

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Don’t We Belong?

Christoffer Schistad’s foot nervously taps away against the wooden flooring outside Noora Sætre’s room. He runs his hands through his hair, not believing that he’s actually going to do this. Why does he care? He pats his navy blue, bomber jacket and black t-shirt, before checking the pockets of his jeans for his phone. It’s to help divert himself from the stress of the situation at hand. 

Before he has any time to retreat or think over what he’s going to say, Noora opens this door. Noora, clearly not expecting Chris to ever show up at her home, is stunned, her eyes wide and a crisp look of confusion coating her face. She opens her mouth, cocking her head in front, trying to seem calm. 

Just do it, Chris encourages himself as he twiddles with his fingers. “I need to talk to you!” he blurts out, thinking that it’s best to rip off the bandaid. 

Noora sighs, her shoulders relaxing. “If this is about William, I am –” 

“It’s about Eva,” Chris interrupts, standing there. 

Without him having to explain himself, Noora already knows what he’s come to talk about Eva for. She offers him a soft, sympathetic smile, before stepping back and motioning for him to come into her room. 

Chris takes a deep breath, nodding his head, then walking in. As he passes her, he mumbles a ‘thank you’. Chris looks around, lost, not knowing how to continue this. 

However, Noora helps him about my gesturing for him to sit down on the plush rug with her. Next, knowing that this man is stressed more than ever, Noora pours tea out from her teapot into two cups. Silently, with an encouraging smile, she hands a cup to Chris, who’s sitting cross-legged in front of her, just like her. 

Once again, he says a ‘thank you’ and Noora knows that this politeness has come from Eva’s doing. She probably forced it into the man. 

“So?” Noora starts, wanting him to open up about what he’s thinking, instead of her just telling him. 

Chris gulps, avoiding her gaze. And the images and the things he’s heard and seen come rushing back to him. Promptly, he sets the cup onto the floor before looking up at Noora. 

“I can’t be what Eva wants me to be,” he confesses. “I can’t be that perfect boyfriend for her.” Noora’s expression turns to one of sympathy as she tilts her head to the side. Noora has a confiding vibe to her, allowing Chris to fluently open up to her. 

“I don’t know what we are. But what I know is that we only ever make out with each other, sleep with only each other. Sometimes, on good days. she’ll make me breakfast or it’s me,” Chris hurriedly explains, clearly frightened by giving too much of his feelings away. But the bottle of feelings has been tipped and lid is lost. “I drive her to or back from school and she hangs out at my place on the weekends. I’ll accompany her for dinner and we’ll go exploring the streets of Oslo if a party isn’t what we’re looking for.” 

Noora takes a sip of her tea, trying to formulate a response that will comfort him. However, he goes on. 

“But I heard Vilde say that her and this boy -” 

“Adam,” Noora quietly fills in, giving him that extra piece of information. 

“Yeah. Evan and Adam are cute. Other people say that they’ve become close. . I guess what I really want to ask you is… Does Eva have feelings for him?” 

And Noora’s heart breaks. Never has she ever seen Chris Schistad open up to anyone. . he may have to Eva, but this is new. And, therefore, it helps her understand that the idea of ‘Eva and Adam’ really bothers Chris. Most importantly, it tells Noora that Christoffer cares very much for Eva. And in the romantic away. 

Noora speaks up, “You need to talk to her, Chris. I cannot speak on her behalf.” 

Chris looks at Noora, a little infuriated by her response. However, realisation hits him and he ducks his head, then nods in understanding. 

Chris gets up, thanking Noora for the help, before opening the room’s door. However, Noora stops him when the door has been opened up halfway. “Christoffer, whatever you do, make sure you do what feels right? Okay? And don’t hurt Eva in the process.” 

Chris, without even looking at her, nods before leaving. 

That night, Chris gathered his courage and invited Eva to a park they’ve visited together, frequently, for eating, before Eva leaves to go party. 

Chris sits on the bench of the bench, arriving sharply at five minutes to nine, at night.  

He goes over all the things he can possibly tell her, all the ways he can express himself without making her mad. He goes over all the ways he can stay calm when she brings up Adam’s name. . which he’s more than sure she will. 

After all, she finally found someone to love. 

“Schistad, you alright?” Eva’s bubbly voice calls, from a few metres away. Chris snaps his head in time to see her arrive at the bench and then take a seat. 

He smiles weakly at her, before diverting his attention to passing her a sandwich and a beer. Eva thanks him, grinning, before turning to face him, and propping her elbow onto the back rest of the park bench. She’s wearing a dark blue flannel and white t-shirt, which has been tucked into her pair of high-waisted jeans, which have been tightened by a black belt. 

Chris catches the way she shudders, so he begins to shuffle asking, “Why didn’t you wear a coat?” 

Eva shrugs, “I’m going to a party and then I’ll be warm. I’d forget to take my coat back home.” 

Chris shakes his head, before draping his dark blue, winter coat over her. “Better?” he asks, softly. 

Eva’s fingers pull his coat closer, but then she’s lost in his eyes. He’s staring at her with such gentleness that it captivates her. There’s a softness to his features that Eva has noticed a few times before, but until now, she never realised what it was. They’re close to each other. 

And Chris looks like he wants to kiss her right then and there. 

But Chris snaps out of his trance and shakes his head, to compose himself. 

“I - uh –” Just ask her already, Chris! Being subtle, he shudders, asking, “Who - Who’re you going with?” 

Eva’s mouth breaks into a teasing grin as she looks at him. She cocks her head to the side, playfully asking, “You concerned I won’t be safe?” Chris chuckles at that. He wants to reply ‘yes’ but for his ego he also wants to say ‘no’. Eva takes care of that problem for him, when she adds, “Noora isn’t coming and Vilde, Sana and Chris are going to come late but I have to leave early so Adam’s taking me.” 

Chris opens his mouth to say something but then doesn’t. He sighs, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He buries his head in his hands, as he takes a deep breath. 

Eva chews her bite slowly, as she inspects him. “You alright?” 

Right as she finishes her question, Chris sits up right, quickly questioning, “You and Adam?” 

Eva puckers her lower lip, asking, “Me and Adam?” 

The tone of her voice tells Chris that she doesn’t understand what he’s asking. He’s already done damage, might as well go through with this. “You guys a thing, now?” 

Eva’s eyes widen in disbelief as it sinks in. Then she chuckles humourlessly, getting up and throwing her sandwich onto the bench. “So this is why you called me out here? Hm? Because you don’t want me to do anything with Adam?” Her arms are crossed over her chest, giving evidence of her unhappiness. 

Chris gets up as well, his anger building up. “Well, have you?” 

“Fuck you, Schistad!” Eva replies, confidently, not missing a beat. 

“You have!” Chris fights back, weakly. All he is is scared. Fuck, he thinks to himself, understanding what that means: he doesn’t want to lose Eva Mohn. 

“I don’t know if you know this Chris, but we’re not a couple. Nor are you my father. So, you don’t get to go around and disapprove the boys I hang out with, alright? I don’t give a flying fuck if it hurts your ego!” Eva says. Her heart stings at her words. 

Chris looks at her, a sudden confidence covering his face. Shit, Eva thinks, oh, shit, he’s about to argue real good. 

“Not a couple?” Chris chuckles, just like Eva had moments ago. He takes a small step closer to her. “Okay, what about you sleeping at my house? What about us going out for lunch and dinner together? What about you not running away the next morning?” 

“Stop,” Eva says through gritted teeth, as she momentarily closes her eyes. 

Chris shakes his head, just as she opens her eyes, sensing he’s taken another step towards her. Now, he’s standing chest to chest. His hand, sneakily, grabs hold of hers. “What do you call staying up late to talk to each other, until one of us falls asleep? What about hanging out and kissing?”

“Don’t do this, Chris,” Eva pleads, her voice cracking. 

“What do you call holding hands and going for strolls?” Chris desperately asks. Sighing, he finalises how this is going to work out. “Tell me you like him and not me and I’ll go away.” 

“Chris,” Eva objects, getting impossibly close to him, her hand now wrapping around his tightly. She takes a shaky breath, before tilting her head to look at him. “I love you,” she confesses, then brings her free hand to cup his cheek. Chris’s eyes widen at her words as his heart skips a few beats. His stomach erupts and the jitters consume him. Eva giggles. “I love you so God damn much, Christoffer.” 

Chris’s mouth hesitantly breaks into a grin. Then they laugh and he crashes his lips against hers. They laugh into their kiss, happy that they finally figured this out. Whatever they were. 

But now . . now, they’re dating. They’re in love. 

Lives Intertwined

Characters: Y/N (reader), Chris Evans, Chris and Reader’s mom’s mentioned, Natalia (OFC), Clark (OMC)

Pairing: Clark x Reader, Chris x Reader (sorta, kinda)

Warnings: It’s angsty - don’t wanna say anything else cause it will give the story away.    

Word Count: 2800ish

A/N: I have been suffering from a writer’s block trying to work on my Dean series so I decided to try and switch it up a bit. I had some serious Chris feels and I was apparently in a angsty(ish) mood so here you go guys. I missed writing him :)

Thanks to the sweet amazing @percywinchester27 for being my beta

Chris couldn’t believe he was here. His heart clenched as he walked down the hall of the Hotel. He knew he shouldn’t have let things get this far. He shouldn’t even be thinking about telling her now. He should keep his mouth closed. Nothing he could say was going to do anything but cause heartache.

She was his best friend. She had always been his best friend. She had been the first kid to walk up to him on his first day of school. She had been the first person other than his mom, to reassure him everything was going to be okay. Everytime he felt like crying and running from the building, she had known. Her hand finding it’s way into his had always stopped him. She had given him the strength he needed to eventually open up and be himself. As long as she was by his side, he knew everything was truly going to be okay.

Chris took a deep breath as he stood outside her door, trying to prepare himself for the sight that would meet him beyond that door. She was going to be gorgeous, and she was going to take his breath away. He was going to want to say all the things to her, that he so desperately tried to hold in. All the things he had no right to say, because she wasn’t his. He was too late and he had no right to ruin this day for her.

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Time Travel + KC?

So sorry this took so long!!! Mentions of violence, gore, a tiny bit of angst.



When Bonnie Bennett had told her that time travel wasn’t a matter of moving forwards or backwards, but sideways, Caroline had laughed at her. The entire concept seemed impossible. One reality was more than enough. Bonnie had simply shaken her head, that familiar exasperation, and continued on with her little pet project.

Caroline had teased her occasionally, would sit on her back porch in Mystic Falls and debate the concept with her for hours.

“Somewhere there’s a me who actually likes Damon? Impossible.”

Bonnie rolled her eyes and took a slow sip of her beer, skin flushed in the heat of a Virginia summer. “Probably. Although it’s probably more likely that there is a reality where Damon is less of an ass.”

Caroline snorted out a mouthful of beer. “You like Damon.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t realize how ridiculous he can be,” Bonnie said with a grin, handing her a napkin. “But it’s not every decision that branches, I think. Just the big ones.”

“Like what?”

Bonnie purses her lips. “Maybe you’re human.”

Caroline tipped her head back, stared up at the sunset. “That seems so strange.”

“Who knows?” Bonnie shrugged. “It’s just a theory. For all we know, certain events are set in stone and are bedrocks of a healthy universe.”

“Hey now,” Caroline protested, waving her beer. “That’s Batman logic, from the comics. Have you been holding out on me?”

Bonnie turned scarlet and spluttered. Caroline had teased her mercilessly, but all the while, a little thought had niggled at her. She’d shoved it to the side, refused to dwell on it. A promise she wasn’t certain she’d ever accept.

Caroline treasured that memory. The certainty of her friend that somewhere, things were different. Because for the last fifty years, everything had gone to hell.

Figuratively and literally.

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One-Time Thing

Yoongi - Roommate AU
Genre:
Smut
Word Count: 4090ish
It’s okay to fuck your roommate if it’s only a one-time thing.

A/N: There is honestly no excuse. But come on, no strings attached with Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi was really more of an acquaintance than a friend, all things considered. You knew his name and the fact that he was taking classes at the college, but not much else aside from his rapping. Rather hard not to know about the rapping, what with him being your roommate and all.

Oh, and his abhorrent sleeping habits. For the love of god, could this kid maybe not sleep in until 2 in the afternoon and still be cranky if you accidentally woke him up? Or at the very least, was it too much to ask that he shut down his computer and stop messing around with his music sometime before 6am?

At least he was good-looking. Like, really good-looking. The few glimpses you had of him when he emerged for food and left for class were enough to confirm that he was swoon-worthy. If you were into the whole sleepy eyes/arrogant smirk/I-don’t-give-a-shit thing. Which you definitely weren’t. For the most part. Kinda.

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Breaking... Ch.2

A/N: Part two is finally done and it’s pretty long! I have no idea how to make links so if someone could message me and tell me how that would be apreciated ;-; Once I figure that out I’ll put one to part one on here so that no one has to go through my blog. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Here’s all the people who asked to be tagged, if you would also like to be tagged then just shoot me a message and I’ll add you in the next part! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes 

ok this is my attempt at trying to link this to part one

Part one

Word count: 3965 (oh)

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attacks, allusions to sexual assault, more cursing(there will never not be curing)


Breaking Promises

             There was no way, this was literally physically impossible. No Y/N, what are you crazy?  Of course you didn’t travel back in time! There had to be some sort of explanation to this! Yet for some reason you couldn’t help your mind wander to that possibility. What if you had actually gone back in time? How would that even be possible? What are the consequences to you being here? How much have you changed by just breathing where you weren’t supposed to? More pressing, how would you get back if this was all real? This couldn’t be real, maybe you fell in some weird coma dream after that guy shot you. Hell maybe you were dead. You hadn’t even noticed how tight you were clutching your chest, how heavy and painful your breathing was.

             Everyone had their eyes glued to you, Eliza was holding onto your shoulders to help you stand. Angie and the two little boys looked scared about what was happening. Alexander looked like he was trying to keep his composure but his eyes were searching for answers. You could see their lips moving but it took a few moments before you could actually hear them. Eliza’s voice flooded over you first, it sounded diluted, almost washed out.

“Y/N! Dear, you’re safe, you have nothing to fear.” Her voice snapped you back slightly, only enough to the point where you could actually look at her. She was simply glad that you were finally being responsive.

“Yes, that’s it now. I am here, we are here. I’m going to count; focus on what I’m saying. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…” She kept going, your head bobbing ever so slightly to the numbers but every time you thought you were about to calm down another thought came to mind. What if I really am dead? If I’m not, then how do I get back home? Can I even get home? Am I stuck here for the rest of my life?! Eliza looked over at Alexander frantically, he looked you in the eyes as his voice replaced Eliza’s. His was more clear than Eliza’s was.

“Miss Y/N, if you can hear me I would like to ask you to please nod your head.” You were able to do so and nodded slowly, a small bit of relief could be seen in his eyes.

“Very good, now take a deep breath with me.” He breathed in and you were able to shakily follow along. Eliza joined in with her husband, her voice was no longer hushed like it was before. Her voice was soft and comforting, she was a mother after all. A good one too if we’re being historically accurate. She was able to guide you through breathing well enough as to where you no longer were shaking, that was good. You fixed your posture and Eliza loosened her grip on you, for the first time in who knows how long you were able to speak.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Your voice was feeble and weak, everyone’s gazes softened.

“Do not worry dear, you have nothing to apologize for.” Eliza said reassuringly.

“I have not seen anyone react to anything like that since the war. I do not know exactly what I said that upset you, but you should not be sorry, if anything I am sorry.” Alexander stated, his eyes completely focused on you to ensure that you wouldn’t regress.  You nodded along, your head aching, not quite the same way it was earlier but still debilitating. You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand before taking one last deep breath. Okay, this is real, at least in some capacity it is. I really don’t want to think I’m dead so I should put that thought on hold for now. I’m standing in front of Alexander Hamilton, the very first Secretary of Treasury, the guy on the $10 bill. If I really have gone back in time, then I have to be careful. I could literally change all of history if I meddle around at all, hell even existing here is probably screwing everything up. Stupid Butterfly Effect. You made a silent promise to yourself to not break history; it was probably for the best anyway.

             Opening your eyes, you saw Alexander and Eliza standing in front of you with worried eyes and downturned lips. These people, they don’t know who you are or how bad is it that you’re there. They don’t know anything about you and yet they treat you like a dear friend. You at the very least needed to thank them.

“Mr. and Mrs.…Hamilton I, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, you know, calm down. That hasn’t exactly happened in a while…” You weren’t lying, it’s been a long time since you had a freak out like that. Not since graduation if I’m remembering correctly.

“My dear, there is no need to thank us. But you seem to be under a lot of stress, perhaps you need to take a break?” Eliza asked. Are we running away for the summer to go upstate? Shit, Y/N this is not the time for musical references! Pull yourself together! You allow yourself a moment to scream internally before responding.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be fine in just a second. Maybe we could sit down or something?” Wow that sounded dumb. Nice job trying to deflect yourself from the situation!

“Yes, perhaps that’s-“ Alexander started to speak before he was interrupted by a familiar, female voice.

“My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton but I wanted to inform you of Philip’s arrival…” Rachel locked eyes with you. “Miss Y/N! What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked worriedly. She was standing in front of the now open front door, you could hear the sound wheels and some odd clacking from outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rachel, don’t worry.” You smiled at her meekly. Just as you were finishing your sentence a figure stepped up behind Rachel. He slid past her in the door way and his eyes scanned the room, his gaze finally fell onto you.

“Ah, Philip! Back later than usual aren’t we my son?” Alexander interjected with slight suspicion. Eliza patted him lightly on the arm before smiling at the young man making his way towards us. Wait… Philip? As in Philip Hamilton, the ray of sunshine in the midst of darkness? The sweet sunshine boy!

“There he is! My drop of sunshine! How was class today, love?” Eliza beamed. Oh praise we were right! The name is canon! His eyes never left you as he made his way over.

“Fine, class went well as always, mother… More importantly however, who might this lovely lady be?” Oh, of course this is coming from Mr. Let’s-strip-down-to-our-socks. I may indeed look good in my frocks but it is not happening today sir! He stops in front of you, holding out his hand with his palm facing up. He bows lightly and introduces himself.

“As for myself, I am Philip Hamilton.” He spoke with a slight chuckle and a sly grin. It took a second for you to realize you were supposed to give him your hand. You placed your hand on his palm, raising your hand to his lips he pressed a ‘polite’ kiss to your knuckle. This cheeseball really thinks he’s being slick, huh? You did your best to keep a straight face.

“My name is Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, um, Philip was it?” You tried to hint that you were not interested. He stood back up with that grin still plastered on his face. You could finally get a good look at him as he stood in front of you. His slightly curled hair paired with the freckles splattered on his face reminded you of a piece by Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythms. His clothes were similar to his father’s but with color and fit were slightly different. The color itself was interesting, from far away it seemed to be grey but up close it looked to be more of a dull cyan.

“Yes, it is Philip, and if I may be so forward I’d like to say that your name is quite possibly as lovely as you.” This little shit, sunshine my ass, more like fuckboy. Wait a second was he the original fuckboy? Oh God no The Founding Fuckboys. You decided to stop thinking about that and try to look as serious as possible for someone thinking of ‘The Founding Fuckboys’ as a phrase used for the fathers of our country. You pulled your hand away and folded your arms behind your back, giving a sardonic smile towards his general direction. Alexander cleared his throat.

“Philip, my son, we were discussing some rather pressing matters before you arrived.”

“Oh? What matters exactly?” Philip questioned.

“I believe it would be best for us to sit down at the table first, supper is ready after all.” Eliza touched your arm gently before turning her attention to Rachel, who had stayed surprisingly silent throughout the conversation. Both of them turned to head down a separate hall, Alexander and the children followed them and just as you were about to join them Philip tapped you on the shoulder.

“Miss Y/N, as the eldest son, it would be politest of me to escort you to the table.” He held out his arm for you to take. Seriously? Okay, at this point this is just getting ridiculous.

“Thank you Philip, I’m sure it would be polite of you to lead me down a hallway, but I can walk myself just fine thank you.” You started to walk away with a bit of annoyance, you stopped and turned to look back at Philip. He looked shocked, not upset or angry, just shocked. You decided to add something to even the playing field slightly.

“Also, Mr. Hamilton, calling me Miss seems a bit formal. Just call me Y/N, after all I’m probably around the same age as you.” Although you were still a bit annoyed by his previous attempts to flirt when you clearly weren’t interested, you couldn’t help feeling a little sorry about how dejected he looked. You gave him a friendly smile and you could literally see his shoulders relax. Wow, was he really that tensed up? His surprised expression was quickly changed to one of intrigue. He folded his arms behind his back and spoke up once more, even his voice sounded more relaxed.

“Very well then… Y/N, forgive me, my behavior was not very becoming of me. If you could find it in yourself to pardon me for my actions, then I would be greatly appreciative.” His voice was softer and genuinely apologetic.

“You’re forgiven, now we should probably follow the others. Don’t want to miss dinner right?” You chuckled and turned back around to walk down the short hallway. Philip jogged up to walk beside you, a soft laugh escaping him as he approached. The two of you walked toward the dining room, Philip making offhand jokes about his parents along the way. Everyone was already sitting and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable by the time you had gotten there. Angie’s head perked up when you stepped into the room and when she noticed Philip at your side a mischievous grin replaced her innocent smile.

“Ooooh! Philly’s found his beloved!” She teased happily. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. What did Alexander call her earlier? Sunshine girl? Yeah, she’s the real sunshine in this house.

“Angelica, please, it’s rude to insinuate such things.” He buried half his face in one of his hands, you could tell he was a little embarrassed.  Oh siblings, the only people who are allowed to ruin your day. You walked to an empty seat at the table, Philip was about to pull the seat out for you but he stopped himself.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He shrugged with a smile before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Well, at least his little shit levels are manageable. What a dork. On the table you saw some sort of bread? It looks like bread but it’s got a funny shape to it. A few older women came out of a set of doors, their clothes were similar to yours and they were carrying bowls in their hands. A bowl was set down in front of everyone, when yours came you could finally see what it was. Some kind of stew? Honestly why am I surprised, New York was prominently Dutch during the colonial era. Wow I really am majoring in history aren’t I?

“Y/N dear, I know you’ve been having…a rather trying day so you do not have to tell us what happened quite yet. But if you think that you are well enough then we will listen.” Eliza cooed. What happened? What is she… Oh shit this is bad. I showed up on their doorstep with blood pouring from my head and definitely not wearing the proper attire for the century. Not only that but I’ve been saying things willy-nilly, how the hell am I supposed to explain my situation? You looked up to see Philip staring at you, not so much at you actually but at the bruise on the side of your forehead. Did he not notice it until now? Okay, if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it I’ll just have to do it later. I need to think of something now while I remember everything I’ve said in the past few hours. Come on, four years of Drama Club don’t fail me now! You took a deep breath to ease your rapidly beating heart.

“It’s fine Eliza, it’s probably best to get this off my chest now rather than later.” You cleared your throat. Alright, keep it simple and easy to remember.

“I’m from upstate New York, although I haven’t lived there for some time. When sickness came through downtown, my father decided I was to move down to North Carolina. I’m the only child that survived to adulthood so it was rather important that I stay as far away from the illness as possible.” Yes! Off to a good start! Everyone at the table was fully invested in what you had to say. They know that I can read, that’s what Eliza meant when she said she was surprised that I was educated. Only wealthy people were well off in education. I’m going to have to explain that.

“Honestly, my father is the one to thank for my wellbeing. He insisted that I have the best education; my mother was educated as well. I learned to read and write. He also made sure I had an appreciation for art as well as music. Though I must confess, I always had an infinity for politics and history. And my father indulged those interests.” Alexander seemed to take the most interest in what you were saying. Shit, I’m running low on ideas… Okay, Okay, what’s left? How I got here and why… Grand Finale I guess? I don’t know what to say… Fuck, this is going to get personal, I have no other options here. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Unfortunately, my parents passed from the disease last year. Land and money can’t be passed down to unmarried women so once word of their deaths went around I had several…visitors.” Damn it all.

“There was…one in particular that was, uh, a bit more aggressive than the others. I came back to try and get away from him but he found me. I was lucky to escape before anything really serious could happen.” You couldn’t help but look away from the eyes staring at you.

Eliza was the first one to break the silence. She swiped at her eyes and, after clearing the lump that formed in her throat during your story, she pushed her chair back and rounded the table to get to you. Eliza enveloped you into a warm embrace.

“Oh, you dear, sweet child. How horrible! No lady should ever be put into that situation. And no gentleman should ever press his advantages. I cannot even imagine! No wonder you were in such a disarray when you arrived.” You were taken aback for a moment but you couldn’t help it when you hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled warmly, smoothing down your hair with one hand. Alexander slowly stood up and walked to stand beside his wife.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be honored for you to stay here with us.” He said with a proud smile. How are they so nice? Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Alexander is right. We’ll have a room set up for you in no time.” You didn’t know what to say for a second. You felt guilty for lying to them, even if they weren’t total lies and you knew you couldn’t actually tell the complete truth. All you need is a place to stay until the threads of time shove you back to the time where you belong.  Until then you need to lie low and try not to destroy the space time continuum. Easy, no problem at all.

“You’re too kind to me Eliza, thank you both so much.” You smiled as wide as you could manage but you knew your eyes were still downcast.

“Now I’m sure none of us want to exhaust you anymore so if you need to talk to any of us we will gladly do so. For now, let us all relax and eat supper, you must be starving dear.” Eliza ran her thumb across your cheek before her and Alexander went back to take their seats. You sat down and looked at the seat across from yours. Philip sat silently for a second until your eyes met. He didn’t look at all like he did earlier, no cheeky grin, no playful shine in his eyes, it was all replaced with something that resembled being distraught. He mouthed a sentence to you so that no one could hear him.

“May I speak with you later?”

“Of course, Philly” You mouthed, giving him a weak smile. Eliza and Alexander sat back down in their seats, an oddly comfortable silence filled the room. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t some specific way to eat the food, you settled with just trying to eat it as quickly and quietly as possible. That was kind of hard though, once you took a bite you realized how right Eliza was. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Eliza filled the silence.

“Alexander, love, how was work today?” She smiled at Alexander, he didn’t seem to be happy though.

“He doesn’t even have a real job… Washington should have done something about him.” Was all that you were able to comprehend through his angry mumbles. Eliza heaved a sigh.

“We talked about this Alexander, John Adams has a job. And while we’re at it you must remember that George is no longer in office, he is back in Virginia, Adams is our president now.” Eliza explained. Wait, didn’t he say earlier that he worked under Washington? How can he work under him when Adams is in office?

“Betsy, I refuse to accept that that man is the leader of the country I fought for! He’s arrogant, ignorant and anti-charismatic!” Wow, he really didn’t like Adams did he? I guess I can’t blame him too much, no one really liked him as a follow-up to Washington.

“If that scoundrel thinks that he has the right to call me “Creole Bastard” than he is utterly mistaken!” Alexander spat. That fat motherfucker. Eliza coughed, practically choking on the tea she was sipping, Angie was staring at you with wide eyes, Philip and Alexander had wide grins stretched across their faces. Philip actually looked like he was trying with every ounce of strength in his body to not laugh. Why are they all looking at me like that?

“What did you just say?” Alexander asked with a sort of twinkle in his eyes. Oh no, what did I… Shit did I say that out loud?

“Uh, what? Did I say something?” You shoved a piece of bread into your mouth so that you wouldn’t be able to say anything else. This isn’t good, not only did I just make a reference out loud but it was also something that you probably didn’t hear women say! Nice job with trying to keep a low profile Y/N! Alexander and Philip both started to laugh hysterically.

“A fat motherfucker? That is a rather astute way to describe him actually!” Alexander howled.

“That is quite the slur, I have never heard someone say something such as that so casually!” Philip snorted. Eliza slapped Alexander on the arm and stared menacingly at Philip.

“Alexander! Do not use that sort of language around the children!” I never knew that you could yell quietly until now, Eliza you truly are impressive! You haphazardly ate the bread that was in your mouth, everything was happening so fast, you didn’t even realize how red your face had gotten.

“I am so, so sorry Eliza! That was extremely improper of me!” Eliza shook her head, giving another sigh.

“It is alright Y/N, my husband and son are also at fault for reacting in such a way. Dear, would it be alright if I asked you to watch your speech, at least around the little ones.” Her voice wasn’t quite unpleasant in that moment, it just sounded like a mom who wanted to make sure her children didn’t say something wrong. Which is exactly what she was. How do mom’s sound so nice yet so threatening at the same time? You nodded in a rather exaggerated manner.

“Of course! No problem at all, I’m really sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair to shake it out slightly. Note to self, never cross Eliza. Mom skills too great.

Supper finished relatively quickly after that, Angie and the little boys from earlier plus one more you didn’t recognize were the first to scamper off. Eliza stood up after a little bit and excused herself, she said that she would be in the garden for a little while. Now that you think about it, even for the time period, her clothes were still a bit off. Her dress was almost flat in the front, not figure hugging like most of the clothes in the 18th century, in fact the cloth seemed to pull away from her body. Weird. Alexander coughed softly to get your attention.

“I apologize again Miss Y/N, I promised you talks of literature during supper. If you would like you may join my son and I in the study. Not only can we discuss Shakespeare, as my daughter has told me you enjoy, but we might also converse on our…mutual distaste for…President Adams” Alexander’s voice strained as he said the last two words. Philip looked at you expectantly, he gave you a comforting smile.

“That sounds wonderful, I’d love to join you.” You sat up from your seat and began to follow Alexander down the hall. You matched your pace with Philip’s so that you would walk side by side. He looked down at you and nudged your arm. Looking up at him to see what he wanted he turned his gaze away, pretending he hadn’t done a thing. You chuckled softly and repeated what he did, he gave you a similar response.

All I have to do is not change history, simple right?

Beauty and the Beast AU (3)

Summary: Y/N has always been in love with fairy-tales. They give her an escape from the dark and blood world she lives in. With the new Beauty and the Beast movie coming out soon she’s excited as could be. Her boyfriend Dean however has a few issues with it. 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel, Jody Mills, Kevin Tran, Gabriel, Donna Hanscum, Crowley, Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,902

Part One Part Two

A/N: Thanks @impala-dreamer​ for beta reading this for me! I hope y’all enjoy this part!

Originally posted by leondraiisaitl

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Party Time

Another Nessian, because apparently I just can’t stop.  Read Part 1.  Part 2.  Part 3.  Part 4. Part 5.


“Who’s going to be there?”  Nesta sat on the couch next to Cassian, tucking her feet underneath her, eyes on Willow as the kitten batted around a little ball that had mysteriously appeared in the apartment a few days prior.  

“The usual suspects.  Your sisters, my brothers, Fox Boy, Amren, obviously Mor.  Oh, and Sabine and Brisa.”

“And I have to go.”

One side of his mouth pulled up into his crooked smile as he glanced sideways at her.  “No, you don’t have to go, but your presence would be appreciated.  Besides,” he put an arm over her shoulders and pulled her closer, “we might find something fun to do on the way there.  Or home.”

She rolled her eyes, but he did have a point.  There were lots of shadowy corners and solitary gardens in Velaris where they could sneak away for a little excitement.  “Okay, fine.  But I’ll have to go to the townhouse, I don’t have the right dress here.  And don’t expect me to dance.”

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, then her jaw.  “That’s fine, we can fly up there and head to the restaurant with the rest of the group.”  Willow zipped by and he snagged her with one hand, lifting her high above his head.  She looked down at him, waved her little paws, and squeaked in protest, and he chuckled and brought her down to eye level.  “What, tiny one?”  The kitten planted a foot on his lips, and he kissed the little pink pads before setting her back on the ground.  She arched her back, pounced on his toes, then scampered off through the kitchen.

The sun was beginning its descent as they landed in front of the townhouse, earning open-mouthed looks from the kids playing on the street.  Before they could even make it through the gate, they were swarmed by children, all clamoring for Commander Cassian to take them for a flight.  He grabbed one and tossed him in the air, catching him easily before setting him on his feet again.  Nesta headed up the walk while the rest of the kids started climbing Cassian’s legs, turning back in the doorway to watch him spinning and tossing each child, then slowly extend his wings so they could admire them.  The door opened behind her, and Mor’s voice said, “He does that on purpose, you know.  Lands in the street instead of the roof so that the kids will come over.”

Nesta didn’t reply, keeping her eyes on the warrior while he held his arms out, two children swinging off each arm, and she heard Mor’s exasperated huff as she retreated into the house.  He looked up to catch her watching and grinned, pure joy lighting his face, and she turned and walked into the entrance hall.  She could hear voices in the family room so headed quietly up the stairs to her room.  It had only been five days since Cassian found Willow and she unofficially moved in, but her room already felt vacant.  It even smelled different.  She sat on the bed for a minute savoring the silence before taking a deep breath and crossing to the armoire.  There was a specific dress she thought would work, perhaps a little plain compared to what the others would wear but something easy to walk in and nicer than what she usually wore.  Yanking the doors open, she stopped and stared.  A glorious dress in a blue so light it was almost white - like thick ice - hung there.  It was cut perfectly for dancing, though more daring than her usual choices, and small crystals lined the broad shoulder straps, the neckline, and the bottom of the flared skirt in a pattern that looked like mountains.  She stripped quickly and slipped it on.  The back was bare almost to the waist, the neckline deep and square, and the dress clung to her body until just below her hips, where it flared out to float above her knees.   In her mortal life, she never would have left the house in this dress, but here…  There was a gentle knock on her door and she opened it to reveal Nuala, who slipped in to arrange her hair.  When the wraith was done, Nesta dug through her armoire and pulled out the only pair of shoes that could possibly work with this dress, then left without a glance at the mirror.  

There were more voices in the family room, she realized as she walked slowly down the stairs.  She paused in the doorway and scanned the full room, cataloguing the occupants.  Rhys. Feyre. Elain.  Lucien.  Amren.  Mor.  Those two Illyrian females.  Her heart began to pound.  The shadowsinger.  Another male and female she didn’t recognize.  Before she could turn into the dining room instead, her sister spotted her.  “Nesta!” Feyre over, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her through the room to where she had been standing with Elain.  “That dress is incredible, where did you find it?”

“In my armoire.  I thought you got it for me.”

“No,” Feyre said, with a look over her shoulder, “Rhys’s dressmaker strikes again, I guess.”

The High Lord just grinned from where he stood by the bar.  Nesta scanned her sisters.  Both were also dressed to the nines, Feyre in a truly daring midnight blue dress, that lightened to the bluish-gray color of dawn at the hemline, Elain in a slightly more modestly-cut creamy concoction with red and orange flowers embroidered over the soft fabric of the full skirt.  More importantly, both were glowing with happiness.  Elain’s brown eyes were clear and calm, centered in a way she had never seen before, even in the mortal lands.

“Where have you been?” Feyre demanded.  Nesta retreated a little at her tone.  “I was starting to get worried!  Cassian said you were hanging out at his place, but for all I knew he had, I don’t know, murdered you and dumped your body in the Sidra.”

Lucien snorted from over Elain’s shoulder.  “Well, that got dark in a hurry,” he said drily, mouth quirked.  Feyre glared at him while Elain smiled.  “Come on, now, it’s a big leap from ‘he asked her to move in’ to ‘he dumped her body in the river.’” Feyre shot a fist of flame at him that he easily blocked while shielding his mate.  “Now play nice.  Let’s not ruin Mor’s birthday with a fire fight.”

“Seriously, though, did you move in with Cassian?”  She could feel everyone’s eyes on her, waiting for her answer, and her skin started to crawl.  Ignoring her pulse beginning to race, the bile rising in her throat at the pressure from so many stares, she lifted her chin, willing the ice that had always saved her to sculpt her mask.  

“She adopted a kitten,” came that familiar rough voice.  Cassian stepped up behind her, not quite touching her, but his huge body blocked her from the view of everyone except her sisters and their mates.  Did he know?  She didn’t even care as long as she could breathe easily again.

“A kitten!” Feyre exclaimed, at the same time Elain cooed, “Oh, a kitten!  When can we meet him?”

“Her,” Cassian corrected automatically.  Nesta’s mouth twitched up involuntarily.

“Maybe next week I can bring her over.  We need to get her used to flying anyway.”

Feyre shook her head.  “I can’t picture how you ended up with a cat, but you’ll have to tell me on the way.  We should get moving.”

Indeed, everyone else was shuffling towards the door.  It was a warm evening, but Feyre draped a shawl over her shoulders so Nesta and Elain followed suit.  As they walked down the street in small groups, Nesta told her sisters how Cassian had found the kitten soaking in the storm the previous week and had brought her home, intending to find her somewhere else to live.  How she had decided that they were obligated to keep her, having saved her life, and how they now spent what seemed like all of their time figuring out what toys she liked best and laughing at her antics.  Elain chatted about the work she was doing with Azriel, trying to call in visions at will instead of them springing on her involuntarily.

“I keep getting this one of a glacier splitting apart, a huge chunk of ice falling into the sea, and a sense of something, some…creature springing free,” she said.  “We can’t figure out what it means.  He contacted Kallias to let him know, in case that means something to him, but he said it didn’t trigger anything concerning his Court.”  She shrugged.  “It’s probably nothing.”

“None of your other visions were nothing,” Nesta said, her voice a little sharp.  

Feyre nodded in agreement.  “Just because you don’t know what it is doesn’t mean it’s not important.  Maybe it’ll, I don’t know, expand?”

Elain just shrugged.

They reached the restaurant.  It was tiny, and Rhys had reserved the entire thing for this party.  The dark female who scurried over at their arrival greeted Rhys, Feyre, Mor, and Amren as old friends.  The food was brought over as they all took their seats, and pretty soon the restaurant was full of a pleasant cacophony of voices talking over one another, laughter, and clinking glasses.  Nesta let it all wash over her, not trying to follow the conversation as she savored the rich, complex food.  One set of dishes was cleared and another was brought as presents appeared on the table.  Mor gave a little squeal and started unwrapping immediately.  A set of novels by a favored author, a fancy wineglass set, a beautifully woven wrap that she immediately threw around her shoulders.  She plucked Nesta’s small box off the table and unwrapped it, then let it fall on the table, staring at it, stunned.  “By the Cauldron,” she whispered, “it’s beautiful.”  She swallowed hard.  “I’ve never seen anything like it.  Where did you find it?”

Nesta cleared her own throat.  “Just a jeweler.  Not far from here, actually.”  She didn’t mentioned that she’d commissioned it specifically, choosing the jewels to match the colors Mor usually favored.

Mor reverently lifted the necklace so everyone could see it, and there were gasps around the table.  It was a delicately woven web of yellow and white gold, narrow at the clasp but widening to about two inches where it would fall below her collarbones.  The widest point was set with tiny rubies and diamonds arranged like flames; the movement of the necklace made it look like the flames were flickering.  Mor vanished the pendant she had been wearing and Azriel stood to help put the new one on, then she dipped her chin at Nesta.  “Thank you.  I…Thank you.”  

Once again everyone was staring at her and she straightened herself as she drew slightly back into her chair, nodding and murmuring, “You’re welcome.”  Cassian leaned forward, calling for the next present to be opened while pouring himself another glass of wine, and as everyone’s attention turned back to Mor he reached down and squeezed her hand.  She brushed her knee against his thigh in response then withdrew her hand.  Presents were finished with and dessert had been served when Amren turned to her.  

“What have you been working on while I’ve been away?”  The tiny female’s silver eyes may have now been full Fae, but they were still shrewd as if she knew the answer already.

“Nothing.”

Amren snorted.  “Nothing?”

“I still can’t access any power.  I  can feel it there, but since that battle, since the Cauldron was reformed it’s…there’s something blocking it.”

Amren shook her head, wrinkling her nose in disgust.  She seemed about to reply when Mor stood up and announced,  “We’re all heading up to Rita’s for some dancing!”  Everyone stood and made their way to the door.  Amren and Sabine headed uptown, while the rest of them turned up the hill towards the lounge.  Mor, Cassian and Azriel were joking about something with the unfamiliar male, Lucien and Elain were meandering hand in hand, Rhys and Feyre were doing that silent communication thing that they thought nobody noticed, so Brisa and Nesta found themselves at the back of the pack.  Thankfully the Illyrian seemed no more inclined for casual conversation than she was.

Rita’s was packed as it always was.  Males and females, High Fae and other species, all dancing in a mob.  Cassian managed to find a booth that was empty (or he emptied one) and slid into it with Nesta, Brisa, Lucien, and Elain while the others all hit the dance floor.  Cassian took everyone’s drink order and went up to the bar.  Lucien tried to keep a conversation going, but it was almost impossible over the music.  Elain convinced Lucien to join her in the fray, and dragged him off just as Cassian returned.   Nesta sat with the two Illyrians watching the dancers, interrupted by the waiter coming over and distributing their drinks.  He eyed Nesta appreciatively, then blanched and scurried away when Cassian snarled.  She elbowed him.  “Don’t be an overbearing Illyrian bastard,” she snapped.  

He just looked at her, eyebrows raised.  “But that’s literally what I am.”

Brisa laughed, and Nesta’s eyes narrowed.  “Fair enough.  Don’t be an asshole.”

He shrugged and grinned.  “Wanna dance?”

“I already told you I wouldn’t.”

“I know, just figured I’d double check.”  They sat, sipping their drinks, watching the chaos around them.  His eyes kept straying to the his friends, she noticed.  Mor, Azriel, Rhys, and Feyre were dancing together, Elain and Lucien nearby.  

“You go ahead and join them,” she told him.  “I’m going to use the restroom.”  

“Do you want me to come too?” Brisa asked, but Nesta just shook her head.  

“No need, I’ll just be a minute.”

Cassian pointed her to the back corner and watched her edge around the dancing bodies to reach it.  She turned back just before entering to see him rise and cross to the others, wings tucked in tight, body moving instinctively with the beat as he avoided the dancers.  Brisa was still sitting in the booth, ankle on knee, foot twitching in time.

The restroom was surprisingly clean.  A cluster of females stood at the sinks, adjusting themselves in the mirrors.  She emerged from using the facilities as they finished their last tweaks and left, laughing at some private joke.  While she washed her hands another female appeared and joined her at the row of sinks, leaning over to check herself in the mirror before turning to Nesta.  

“You came here with Morrigan’s friends, didn’t you?” the female asked.  Nesta stiffened and nodded.  “Oh, I’m so jealous, I’ve always wanted to meet her.  I’ve heard she’s a regular but I’ve been coming almost every night for weeks and this is the first time I’ve seen her here.  You’re the High Lady’s sister, aren’t you?”  

“One of them.”

“Do you think you could introduce me?”

“To Feyre?”

“No,” she laughed,  “I mean, sure, the High Lady’s a legend, I’d love to meet her, but she’s also, like, obviously taken.  Do you think you could introduce me to Mor?”

Nesta’s voice was flat.  “No.”

The other female was taken aback.  “What do you mean, ‘no?’” she asked, a little aggressively.

“Mor is the friendliest person in the city.  You want to meet her, go introduce yourself.”  The female stared at her, green eyes narrowed, before flicking her dark hair over her shoulder and leaving.  Nesta followed more slowly, pausing on the edge of the floor.

Feyre and Rhys were still dancing together, oblivious to the crush of bodies around them.  Elain and her mate were doing the same, Lucien’s hands on her waist, her arms above her head, eyes closed as she swayed against him.  The other three were still dancing together, laughing, moving in synchrony without thought.  Five centuries, Nesta realized.  They had been doing this exact thing for five centuries - twenty times her own span of years.  Cassian’s face was open, relaxed, that little slight tension around the eyes that he always showed with her totally absent.  This wasn’t just friendship.  This was family, this was something she could never quite be a part of, something that had evolved through pain and trial and having each others’ backs again and again.  He wasn’t even looking for her, hadn’t even noticed she was still gone.  She started to edge around towards the door, needing to get out, away from the heat and the noise and the smell, but her progress was impeded by the fact that she couldn’t take her eyes off of them.  Mor scooted out of the group for a second and reappeared with Brisa, who joined right in, that lithe dancer’s body finding the rhythm easily.    Cassian and Azriel shifted to include her, and at that Nesta pulled herself together and slipped through the door.  She stood just outside for a minute, gulping the fresh air, pushing against that feeling of…of loss.  She had been deluding herself, she realized.  For how could you lose something you never really had?

She gathered the shawl around her shoulders, grateful for it now that the night had cooled enough for the air to have a little bite, and headed down the hill.  After a couple of blocks she felt him behind her.  “You should have stayed with your friends,” she said.  

“I wanted to be with you.”

She shook her head, letting out a breath.  Suddenly wings wrapped around her, not touching her but blocking her path.  She stopped abruptly, Cassian so close behind her she could feel the heat emanating from him.  Neither of them spoke for a moment.

“Did you know I’ve never lived with someone?” he said, his voice quiet.  “I mean, I’ve had roommates, shared living quarters with other warriors, but I’ve never asked a lover to stay with me.”  He laughed, a quiet huff of breath with little mirth.  “Hell, I usually couldn’t wait for them to leave.  My brothers have each lived with lovers, sometimes for decades.  Mor too, though not for as long.  But not me.  Five hundred years since the war ended, and not once have I wanted to share my life.  Until now.”

Nesta swallowed hard at the vulnerability in his voice.  “Feyre said…she told me you were Mor’s first.”

“Yes.”  There was so much pain in that word.

“She also told me why.  What you risked, for her.  What Rhys did afterward.”  He was silent.  “Do you regret it?”

“No.”

“Even though you two never…”

He put his hands on her arms and stepped closer behind her, her back brushing his chest.  She was totally enveloped by him, his heat, his scent, as he spoke low in her ear.  “What Mor and I did, it saved her from being sold into a lifetime of misery.  If it hadn’t been Eris, it would’ve been somebody else.  I will never regret being a part of that, though I do regret not being able to save her from her family afterwards.  But we were never meant to be together.  I’m not what she wants.”  An image of the girl in the bathroom rose to Nesta’s mind, unbidden.  “And she’s not what I want.  It’s been several centuries since she became nothing but a sister to me.”  She didn’t know what to say in response to this, whether to tell him that she remembered every cold look from Mor, every time he pulled away when his so-called sister approached.  So she said nothing, just stood there, encased in his wings, then his arms as he wrapped them around her.  “Should we go back to the dance?”

Her body locked up.  “I don’t know how to dance,” she admitted, “not like that.”  She could dance a reel with the best of them, the impersonal precision of it, but what she had seen in that hall…

“I can teach you,” he murmured.  Then, “What is it about people looking at you that makes you so uncomfortable?”

How had he known what it was?  She wasn’t surprised he had noticed how she felt, he was uncommonly good at feeling changes in the tenor of emotions.  A talent that served him well when commanding legions.  But that he had pinpointed it so exactly…  “I don’t like being judged,” she whispered.

“But what if they’re not judging you?”  He pressed a gentle kiss to her neck.  “What if they’re noticing how beautiful you are?”

“It’s still a judgment.”  He pulled back just a little, not releasing her, but still putting distance between them.  She turned her head to look at him, unsure of what she would see on his face.  He was studying her, head cocked to the side, expression contemplative.

“I never thought of it that way.”

“No one ever does.”  

He smiled at that, not his usual cocky grin but the soft smile that he reserved for her, and kissed her temple.  “Come on.  Let me teach you to dance.”  He turned her to face him then slid one arm around her back and the other under her buttocks, lifting her to his chest, before sweeping back his wings and sending them skyward.  In just a few powerful beats they were on the roof at Rita’s.  The music was pounding out the open windows and doors and she could hear the movement of the people below her feet but they were alone up there.  He placed himself behind her, hands on her sides, and bent his head so his mouth was level with her ear.  “All music tells a story.  Sometimes, like that symphony last week, it’s such a good story that you need nothing else to feel what the composer is trying to say.  Other music relies on the people listening to complete it.”  She looked sideways at him in surprise; she had never pegged him for being so educated on the nuances of music.  It was so easy to underestimate him.  He went on, her look unnoticed or ignored.  “This type of music is meant to have a lot of people dancing to it, and that’s part of its story.  Close your eyes.”  When she had obeyed, he went on.  “Feel the beat.”  His fingers tapped lightly against her ribs, matching it exactly.  “Now, listen to the melody over the top of it.  What does it say to you?”  She opened her mouth to speak, but felt him shake his head.  “Don’t tell me, just…feel it.”  

At first, it sounded harsh, oppressive.  She felt pushed by it, wanted to push back, to resist.  Behind her, Cassian began moving, a little sway without moving his feet, the warrior’s body graceful despite his bulk.  He had told her once that fighting was just a dance with bloodshed.   She caught that thought, followed it, opening her mind to the story the music and the people below her were telling.  The song was one of loss and rediscovery, she realized.  Of losing your sense of self, and finding it again in the people around you.  A song of war and recovery.  She started to move, and it was easy.  Easy to surrender to the music, to the male behind her who felt her movement and matched it, then deftly took over, carrying her rhythm as their feet began to move.  He spun her to face him and she opened her eyes.  His hair was coming out of its tie, brushing against his cheekbone, and he held her gaze as he ran his hands down her body, over her hips, up her bare back, down her arms.  She didn’t know how long they danced, lost in the energy pulsing through them from below their feet.  Finally she was spent and panting, and he took her in his arms and they just swayed gently back and forth as he kissed her lips, her forehead, her temples, below her ear, down her neck.  He stilled them finally, closing his eyes, and just breathed in the scent of her, his lips resting at the junction of her neck and shoulder.  She was distantly aware that she was sweaty, that her hair had half come down and was sticking to her neck, that she should be stepping away, spooling herself back in but she just couldn’t.  Couldn’t even find the part of her that wanted to.  Without a word he swept her into his arms and vaulted into the sky, following the path of the river up the city, a dark ribbon between all the lights, drawing them towards home.