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Late Night Research

SPN FanFic

Sam x Reader

1,132 Words

You are up late in the library helping the boys research for a hunt. Sam brings you some coffee and helps keep you awake…

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Sexy Time in a Library. Enjoy :)

           The library was more silent than usual; it was almost closing time and a Tuesday, so only a few other people were around.

          You sat at the last table in the back of the room, piles of lore books strewn around you. You were tired and your eyes were strained and stinging. But, you’d wanted to help and after the last time this was the only way you could help: by doing research. Oh that last hunt had been so awesome, going out into the woods with the Winchesters hunting a Windego. It had been scary and dangerous and so much fun. That is, until you had gotten yourself caught and ended up with 2 cracked ribs and a sprained ankle. Since then you’d been essentially benched, spending your time in the bunker cooking and cleaning, and your time on the road in libraries and laundromats. Sure, it was kind of demeaning and lame, but it was worth it just to be around Sam and Dean and feel like you were helping.

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Sunday Smut Spotlight: AU!Tom Hiddleston

Greetings, readers and authors.  (and readers who might become authors, and authors who want to read).  I’ve bumped up my tag list so large now that Tumblr chokes when I try to include it.  So I’ll be sending tags out to people for this edition in several short posts to follow.

We have a panty-melting, beautiful assortment of Toms this week for you to have fun with, and I hope you do. [WildWest!Tom showed up, too!] Please show your appreciation for our authors with like and comments, and do re-blog this post to spread the love.

First paragraphs of each story included with the links.

images by smittentomkitten [xoxo]

[Index of all SSS editions]

WARNINGS: This is smut. Erotic fiction. Sex is involved. Taboo fantasies are involved.  18+, Mature Audiences, kiddies be gone, you have been warned.


Collateral by unseendancingqueen *added 2014-08-05*

Summary: Female Reader is carjacked by Tom and whisked away to a remote area until he gets what he wants, in so many words.

The rain beat down heavily on the pavement as you pulled up across the street from the coffee house you were meeting clients at on behalf of your boss. With 10 minutes to kill before the meeting, you decided to organize your briefcase and make sure all of the contracts were in order. You pulled the manila envelope from the backseat that contained the forms and as you turned to face forward in your chair, when you heard your car door open. You looked up to find yourself face to face with a stranger, who stared back at you silently with a slight smirk playing on his lips.


Say My Name by i-wish-i-was-the-moon

Summary: Being focused on her research and career has made Dr Watson a lonely and grumpy woman. What happens when her new colleague Professor Hiddleston, a cheery and handsome man, decides to befriend her?

If it weren’t so gross, it might have been cute. Four weeks into a new term, and the new professor of anthropology was being spoiled rotten. As a junior professor he had been given the most boring lectures, the ones where you had students sleeping through them. And yet, you were barely able to fit into his class room. Every time I peeked in, the room was filled with female students ogling at him and wearing way too little clothing considering the efficient air-conditioning. The Dean was in awe, and in the last staff meeting she had spent a good twenty minutes singing his praise. I had pretended to receive an urgent call to get out of the meeting before blurting out my opinion about cougars.


Absolution by so-easy-to-love-me

Summary: The encounter with a young priest turns both your lives around.

I´m not a religious person, but I have always liked churches. It calms me just to sit there, inhale history and that I´m feeling so little in the face of it. I like the massive, cool stonewalls that surround me like a safe haven. I like the silence, the subtle scent of myrrh and olibanum. The hypnotic chants that go along with the fulminating play of the organ. The heavy gold framed paintings and stone statues, both equally beautiful and often cruel in their display. I find it to be very awe-inspiring and very beautiful.


Mountain by coy00koi (multi-chapter in progress)

Summary: Audrey Munson escapes to a mountain, to hide from a murder she committed in self-defense. After almost dying of poisoning, she is saved by a dark, brooding loner who helps her, but chases her away, wanting to remain alone. However, she is unable to survive in the wilderness by herself, so she ends up being saved by him again.

The field seemed endless, heavy summer sun scorching the blades of grass and making it seem like a sea of gold, enchanting and torturing my senses.


R&R (Rest and Relaxation) by matchgirl42
Note: this story can now be found on Kindle [here]

Summary: Tom Hiddleston, one of the armed outlaws of the wild wild west known to the public only as the Golden Bandit, visits a saloon/brothel for some rest and relaxation.

The hooves of Tom’s horse sounded dull on the packed dirt. He kept his head down, the brim of his hat shading his eyes from the harsh sun as he rode into the town. God above but he was tired. Happy and rich after that last run, but tired. And ready for a drink and some rest. And some relaxation.


Dolores and Our Father by angelica-aswald

Summary: Alexandra McMasters just turned eighteen and is a few months of graduating from her all girls’ catholic boarding school. But when she gets detention for misbehaving in Father Hiddleston’s class things get out of hand when her flirting pays off.

There was being reckless, hell their whole relationship was reckless but this was insanity. The only thing that made it even crazier was the fact that Tom was actually contemplating the idea of it.


Tempus Fugit chapter 1 by laterovaries (multi chapter, complete. look at her fics page to find all chapters)

Summary: A time-traveling Tom, fallen out of love with his needy and spoiled wife, meets an exciting woman in the past.

“I just don’t understand why you have to go so often,” Marisol griped, her voice grating on his every nerve. He knew better than to try and argue with her. Arguing would only stretch things out into an eternity, then it would be too late in the evening for him to go.


Rosewood by ohhiddles-myhiddles

Summary: Father Tom, celibate for 12 years, succumbs to the attentions of a lusty parishioner.

It is a quiet Friday, much like any other. Parishioners coming and going. Some confessing their sins in his presence, others more comfortable with him just hearing their voices. Father Tom sits in his little wooden chair, shrouded in darkness save for the solitary light that illuminates his hunched figure. He passes the time by reciting silent prayers as he advances on his rosary. The rosewood beads give off a pungent aroma, reminding him of when he received it as a gift from the Pope - the memory brings a smile to his face even now.


Work-Related by neither-blue-nor-green
(multi-chapter, in progress, smut starts in chapter 3)

Summary: Sue doesn’t think too much of Tom, her associate at their law firm, until they begin to work together to help their threatened boss.

Sue downed a shot and slammed it on the bar.

“I just can’t believe he would be careless like that!” She hissed and gestured the bartender to fill her glass again.

Beth shrugged and sipped her Daiquiri. “He always was an asshole.” she said.


Untitled by theindomitablemegnolia **

[ed. notes] - I broke my rules. This isn’t smut. I’m putting this one in here because it’s unusual, and the AU!Tom presented here is unique.

Suddenly stuck in muck and mire, she tried to force the lump in her throat she couldn’t get to slide down her throat, the last thing she ever wanted was that last stupid sentimental tear to streak down her cheek. She batted her lashes and rolled her eyes fighting that dewy precipitation keeping it lubricating her eyes as it was intended and not paying homage to something, she did not even want to acknowledge. It wasn’t even like she was jealous or even cared, but it just rubbed her emotion raw where it chafed that the ignorant and the dull they too have their story to tell, but do they always have to seem so happily blissful in their utter ignorance.


Coffee & Liquor by lokiwholockfactory (‘arisanite’ on ao3 - 3 chapters, complete)

“Oh come on darling,” he said in a cheerful tone. “Forget about that last task, Una will take care of it –“

You were fucking swimming in stress that day, considering that your supervisor didn’t come in that morning – and you received an email with his tasks delegated to you, saying that he had to rush himself to the ER due to an unscheduled appendectomy… but you didn’t want to believe him since you were aware of Richard bragging how he got drunk and had his appendix taken out without topical anesthesia two years ago…


English Lessons by sinfully-lustful-darling

Summary: A new faculty member at the English department gets to work right away with his assigned teaching partner

There was rumor buzzing around our faculty lounge that there was going to be a new edition to our English Department. The women couldn’t stop talking about him, the men were trying to act nonchalant. I had seen him walking the halls with the Principal that morning and found myself doing a double take. He was wearing a black leather jacket, white dress shirt, black tie, trousers and dress shoes. He was tall, his hair looked like he had just stepped out of the shower a few minutes prior (like I needed that thought this early in the morning) and from what I could see, he was definitely a looker.


Shooters by sunny-is-sherlokid

Summary: You aren’t really enjoying yourself too much at this male strip club, until a tall Englishman in cowboy boots introduces you to a new way to drink some shots.

You couldn’t believe you had let your friends drag you in here. You look around as the lights, music and smells assault your senses. The man on the stage was good looking but a little too muscly for your tastes. You friends though, seemed to think he was just right; they threw tens and twenties up on the stage and as he came over to collect them he slid his g-string down to give them a peek of what was under.


Mating Habits by haveahiddles (redvelvetrose on ao3)

Summary: Paleontologist Tom is extremely well-versed in describing the mating habits and sex lives of the specimens in his department.

Free museum days were fantastic. True, they were meant mostly for school kids on summer break and not for full grown adults with jobs; but she would take what she could get. Fridays were the free day at the Chicago Field Museum and ever since her office job had switched to summer hours, giving her Friday afternoons off, she had indulged.


An Officer and a Whore by tomslegsarekillingmeslowly

Summary: This is no 'routine traffic stop’

“Fuck! Are you fucking kidding me?” you yell as you see the red and blue lights behind you and hear the siren. This is exactly what you didn’t need right now. You were already running late for an appointment which is why you had speeding in the first place. Fuck, fuck, fuck.


Professor by britishmenaredestroyingmylife

Summary: Ginny can no longer keep hidden her true feelings toward her philosophy professor.

I walked with purpose through the darkened hallways of the philosophy building.

I’d been thinking about it, fixating on it, for far too long now. I was in love with him; I knew it and I was almost certain he knew it. I didn’t know if he loved me, but tonight I was going to find out. No more games.


Service Me by ladiesloveloki

Summary: Selenna, a server in a restaurant, has a customer that demands that only she serve him. Little did she know just how much…service…he would require.

He was here again. Like he was every single night for the past seven months.

The tall man was sitting in the darkened corner booth of the restaurant, sipping a coffee with an empty plate in front of him. His long legs were stretched out under the table in front of him. Had someone else been sitting with him, he would have taken up all their leg space.


He’s a Pirate by sierralaufeyson13

Summary: Six words: Sexy times with Pirate Tom Hiddleston.

“Come below as soon as you can darling,” Tom had told her, kissing her fingertips lightly before leaving her at the helm of the Empress, adding, in a silky tone laden with a sensual promise, “I’ll be waiting for you …”


Half Moons and a Peach Tree by furiedheart (ao3)

Summary: Injured athlete Chris Hemsworth and physical therapist Tom Hiddleston

[Ed. note] - this one is quite long and mostly romantic, but there is some lovely sex between Chris and Tom. A treat for the hiddlesworth fans.

Sometimes, the memory of the pain was powerful enough to make Chris grimace. It made him start, no matter what he was doing, terrified it was happening all over again. And lately it seemed like he’d been doing a whole lot of nothing. But once that sharp flash of fire hit his brain and buzzed through his synapses, it was like an outrage, the way he would tense up, breathing heavy, hand shooting out to steady himself before he realized, sweat spotting his brow, that it was only a memory. And then other details would return to him, details he wished would disappear into that dormant part of everyone’s brain, the part no one used, to stay there and die. But the ceiling lights in the bowels of the stadium hallways flashed in front of his eyes as if he were back on that gurney, cold concrete walls whizzing by and feeding his pain and fear, pushed along by the medical team and a few of the assistant coaches, who were striding beside his rolling gurney, shouting words at him that he couldn’t understand through the misery. Teeth gritted, all he could do was concentrate on his panted breaths, helpless.


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perspicuous definition:

  1. plain to the understanding, especially because of clarity and precision of presentation

Shahil and Suresh’s office was tiny. It barely fit a little table and two wooden chairs, meant for spreading out paperwork and going over it with clients.

Suresh was watching the door as Shahil and Agni went through Agni’s paperwork. It would be hard, making the pieces for this polo mech, since he’d never done it before. And he was also sure with how much money Agni was offering, he could afford to commission it anywhere he wanted. But he’d picked Shahil, and Shahil was going to do his father proud. He could do this.

“I’m just going to need some diagrams of each piece and –”

Agni whipped out some more papers and put them on the table beside the pile Shahil was going through.

“Oh,” Shahil said, a little dumbly. “Perfect. Thank you for planning ahead for me.”

Agni grinned, bright and brilliant. “Well, I can’t very well expect someone to make it the way I want it unless I tell them what I want!” he exclaimed.

Shahil chuckled, but he was grateful that Agni understood. And with a project of this magnitude, Shahil didn’t want to have to do it twice.

anonymous asked:

Hi, can you please do the Nordics taking care of a sick s/o?

Denmark/Mathias Køhler: Mathias was completely panicked when he found out you were sick. As usual, he blew everything out of proportion and sped over to your house as quickly as possible, but not before going to the grocery store and frantically buying almost everything in the “Cold and flu” aisle (And some soups too). I mean, it certainly wasn’t common for you to get sick. After nearly breaking the door knob off your front door as he entered your home, he rushed to your bedroom, almost dropping all his bags as he burst in. “_______?! Are you okay? Is it a cold? The flu? How high’s your fever?!” Mat bombarded you with questions, setting the bags by your bed and immediately pressing his hand to your forehead. He concluded that your fever was high enough to need constant care and assistance until you got better, then spent the remainder of your sickness by your bed in a little wooden chair that he’d found in the dining room. He told jokes and talked with you until you fell asleep, then kissed your warm forehead lightly and sat down again. Mat didn’t leave your side even once. He did, however, fall asleep as well.

Finland/Tino Väinämöinen: “_______’s sick..?” Tino almost didn’t believe it at first. You never get sick. Ever. Though surprised, he figured you still needed someone to get you healthy once more, and actually got a little excited about it too. He was going to get to take care of you! He was worried too, of course, but you assured him over text that it was only a cold, so his nerves were at ease. He ran by the store to grab some little activities and tissues and such, then made his way to your house. Once there, he let himself in after sending you a text to make sure you knew it was him. He gently crept into your bedroom and greeted you with a cheery smile, sitting on your bed and unloading his few grocery bags. He even went as far as to buy you a coloring book and crayons, oddly enough, and you actually used them! Fin brought you a store bought soup -Your favorite, of course-, and fed it to you, spoonful by spoonful, despite your protests. Afterwards, he told you story after story, and you listened to each one with interest.  It was obvious you were fighting off grogginess, but he didn’t pester you about it. He relished in your quiet giggles as he retold one of his silly little tales to you.

Sweden/Berwald Oxenstierna: Berwald frowned at your voice over the telephone. You sounded even worse than he’d thought. “_________, I’m coming over. It isn’t good to be alone if you’re sick. Okay?” You sighed and gave in. It was always difficult to argue with Ber, even over little things like this. You agreed, and he was there within ten minutes. Maybe he was a little more worried than he was letting on… He knocked on your bedroom door, asking for entrance, then stepped inside. For a minute or two, he just stood by your bed, looking at you.. Sweden then uttered a quiet, “Oh.” when he realized he was being a little awkward. He sat next to you and asked how you were feeling in a very smooth, deep tone, nodding at the answer you provided him with. He leaned forwards a bit and took your temperature, but not with his hand like you might expect. Bending down to meet your flushed red face, he gently turned your head to the side and pressed his lips to your temple. When seemingly satisfied, he pulled back up and nodded, then left the room and grabbed an ice pack, making sure you couldn’t see the pink that had spattered onto his cheeks. He came back to find that you had fallen asleep on him, and smiled gently. The ice pack was left on your bedside table, and the lights were flicked off, allowing you to sleep peacefully.

Norway/Lukas Thomassen: Nor, like Toni, had been a bit surprised when you told him you were stuck in your bed with a nasty cold. Naturally, he decided it would be best to go and check up on you. So that’s just what he did. Lukas quietly stepped into your room after the short drive to your house and called your name softly. When you turned to him and smiled weakly, he stepped over to your bed, then sat without another word and felt your cheek with the back of his hand. A small sigh escaped him, and you could see a bit of worry glint in his stoic eyes. Your fever was pretty high. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vile. It was filled with some kind of thick, black liquid that almost looked like tar, but he reassured you. “I brought this just in case. Drink it. It’s okay.” You hesitantly took the bottle and drank it as quickly as you could. It actually wasn’t too bad tasting; Kinda like fruit, but the texture was strange, and a bit bothersome. However, you began to feel a bit better mere seconds after drinking it. You also felt sluggish and drowsy, so you handed the bottle back to him and lay back, closing your eyes. Norway smiled a bit to himself as he heard your breathing slow, and brought a hand hesitantly up to your head. He stroked your hair gently as he hummed a small tune, twirling locks between his fingers and making sure your rest was calm and soothing.

Iceland/Emil Steilsson: Emil didn’t tell anyone where he was going. He just left when you texted him, canceling plans you’d made with him earlier due to a cold. However, when he reached your front door to knock, he froze. You were in bed! He didn’t wanna make you get up and come open the door! But then… He also didn’t want to just barge into your house. He would text you, but what if you were sleeping? He didn’t want to wake you up either! Slowly, he began pacing outside your door. Maybe he should just go home? No, he couldn’t just leave you alone! His thoughts were interrupted when a scratchy voice called his name, and a few coughs sounded behind him. Ice immediately forgot about his past worries and walked over to you, gently gripping your shoulders and leading you back to bed. Once you were underneath the covers, he went into your kitchen, wetting a little washcloth and bringing it back to your room to place on your forehead. He then turned on the TV and sat silently on the corner of your bed, asking you how you were feeling every now and then, and waiting for any moment in which you might need something.

(Ooo, I really really liked writing this one. Thanks!)

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Stacey and Saffron Stone were born on the thirty-first day of March to a woman with low self-image and a face older than her thirty years. Paige Stone carried the tiny twins to her flat after two day’s recuperation at the hospital and placed them in the same cot before sitting on her little wooden chair and wondering what she was going to do with them.

She had never planned to raise children. In fact, she had probably been the worst choice, in hindsight. But Paige swore; as soon as she got her babies into education, she would work her knuckles to the bone to give them the best life possible.


Stacey climbs the trees in the park every day with her sister, slowing down so that they both go at the same pace. Sometimes, Stacey does those chin-up things she’s seen strong people do on the telly on a particularly thin branch, because under her light brown skin she was already growing sinewy muscles. Saffron, however, is tiny and built like a twig, barely hanging onto the thinner branches that take her weight better than her sister’s.

They run free as soon as they are old enough to cross the road without their mother, and they barely see her. However, there are always at least two healthy meals in the fridge ready to be microwaved, and sticky notes are left on their homework sheets giving small pointers and corrections. Despite the lack of time spent with their mother, a notebook is on the kitchen table that the twins write in if they need anything and, without fail, a response is written there the next morning.

But Saffron can see things that Stacey doesn’t, even though they both know what blellow and porange look like, and the sadness in Paige Stone’s handwriting is overwhelming, but when she points it out, all she gets is, “But the paper’s orange, Fron! It can’t be sad too!” Nobody listens to her when she mentions her sixth finger, and Stacey can only feel it; not see it.

Sometimes Saffron looks at empty spaces with mild curiosity. Stacey just nods and goes back to her books, because Harry Potter, while very old, is also the best adventure story they have. Saffron, however, prefers stories of the past and truth, instead of the silly magic presented in fiction.

And that is how they live.


“Fron! Look at this!”

Saffron rushes to her sister, who is crouched over a stone slab. She grins toothily and points at the circle engraved into it.

“Isn’t this a summoning circle?” Stacey says. “Come on, let’s summon a demon!”

“What?” Saffron splutters. “Stace, don’t, it’s dangerous! That’s Alcor the Dreambender’s circle!”

Stacey picks up a nearby piece of shattered glass. It looked as though some people had been getting drunk in the park last night, and from the blood on a few shards, it had turned into a fight. Stacey finds the cleanest end and cuts open her calf over the slab. As the first drops hit the stone, Stacey says with an important tone, “I summon Alcor the Dreambender!”

Saffron leaps on her sister, knocking the glass out of her hand. “Are you nuts, Stacey? You’re gonna get us all killed!”

“You dipshit!” shouts Stacey. “You’ve screwed up the summoning!”

She is proven wrong, though, as a tall brunette man wearing a top hat and with ridiculously large wings appears above their heads. “I’m here, Ja… Wait, Sixer? St… What are your names?”

Saffron gulps. “How do you know about my fingers?”

Alcor laughs, making the twins flinch. “I’m a demon, kid! I know lots of things! But seriously, what are your names?”

“I’m Stacey, and this is my dork twin Saffron!” Stacey grins back. “You’re Alcor, right?”

With an amused sigh, Alcor replies, “Yeah, I’m Alcor. An intensely powerful demon. How old are you kids, anyway? Twelve? Thirteen?”

“Ten,” Stacey corrects. “We’re eleven in two months!”

Saffron watches her sister talk to the demon and groans. “Stacey, why are you saying all this? You’re going to get us killed!”

Alcor laughs again, but this time it’s gentler and more human. “I won’t kill you. To be honest, I’m more interested in being friends. So, let’s make a deal.”

“This isn’t going to end well,” Saffron mutters.

“Let me play with you sometimes,” says Alcor. “Like, make little deals for candy in exchange for having me on this plane of existence for extended periods of time. You both seem like good kids, and since I know lots of things, you could do with an extra caretaker.”

Stacey nods. “In return, you will heal us whenever we are injured. You will also ask for our consent before popping up. Also, please don’t scare Fron. She’s really jumpy.”

“Do we have a deal?” Alcor asks, lighting his hand up with blue fire.

Stacey takes it and shakes firmly. “Deal.”

“We’re fucked,” Saffron sighs.

“Anyway, someone else is summoning me right now, and it’s impolite to leave people waiting for long. Well, actually, I think they’re about to use a human sacrifice so I’ve got to stop that,” Alcor says, tipping his black top hat. “See you guys later!”


In about ten minutes, Stacey trips and grazes her knee. In a puff of blue fire, a box of Pokémon plasters appear is Saffrons hand. On her other hand, there is something written in what appears to be a blue glitter gel pen.

Can’t be there right now; eating souls. See you soon, Alcor.

He had drawn a smiley face in a star underneath the words. Saffron takes a deep breath before ripping open a big Charizard plaster and sticking it on her sister’s knee.

Maybe Alcor would be okay, after all.

Arranged {L.H.} Part Four

Okay my midterms are in a couple of days (yikes!), so I’m going to try to update every Monday until they’re over. Once I’m on Christmas break, I’ll probably go back to updating every few days. Please excuse any mistakes, I didn’t proof read very well because I wanted to get this up ASAP. Thanks again for all of your lovely messages, I really enjoy them xx

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

Emma pov

The feeling of a cool cloth being placed on my forehead jolted me from my nightmare. I looked down to see bruises covering my arms and a very swollen ankle. My sides ached as I tried to move, so there’s probably more bruises there too.

“Don’t move miss, you’re quite unwell,” the maid dips the cloth in water again. I wondered what she meant, I felt disoriented like there was something I’m missing. Then everything came back to me: the injured ankle, the man with foul breath who left bruises on me, and Luke. All of these things resulted in a splitting headache. The maid tried her best to soothe me, but there were too many unanswered questions stewing in my mind. I doubted the handmaiden knew much information, but I asked anyway.

“Where is he?” my voice was hoarse as I ask the whereabouts of the rapist. I didn’t want him anywhere near me. But the maid seemed to think I was asking about Luke.

“Prince Luke is in a meeting with the Ambassador of Sweden. He’s been quite beside himself, pacing endlessly and waiting for you to awaken. You’ve been unresponsive for two days, Miss,” she explains. I am shocked to hear that Luke has been distressed in any way over my unconsciousness.

“Where did he sleep?” I ask, suddenly realizing I’m tucked in tightly to Luke’s bed (or technically our bed). The linens had a scent that was unfamiliar to me a few days ago, but now it’s ingrained in my brain as something safe.

“Well when he actually slept, it was in that chair,” she answers, gesturing to a small, uncomfortable looking chair close to the bed. I could hardly imagine Luke being able to fit in it, especially with his broad shoulders.

The sound of the door opening and footsteps startled both the maid and me. The curtains were drawn around the other side of the bed, so I was unable to see who the heavy footsteps belonged to. Naturally, I panicked that it was the guard who had defiled me. The maid quickly got up, smoothed her dress, and curtsied.

“Princess Emmaline is awake Your Majesty,” she says.

“Thank you for caring for her in my absence. You’re dismissed,” I recognized Luke’s voice, but it sounded worn out. The maid scurries off and Luke’s footsteps draw closer until he comes into view. He looks even worse than his voice sounds. Dark circles surround his once vibrant blue eyes, now they look pale grey. His hair was messy, most likely from pulling at it like I’ve seen him do so many times when he’s trying to figure out a difficult document. It’s quite likely he hasn’t shaved these past few days, there is a beard shadowing his face.

“Hello,” I say, weakly trying to give him a half smile. I have no idea where our relationship stands; we’ve been so cold to each other this past month, but he was so kind to me two nights ago.

“Hi,” he says simply, sitting down in the chair he’s been sleeping in.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asks carefully.

“Yes,” any trace of a smile falls off my face, “Thank you, by the way. For pulling him off me.” His face forms a frown.

“Emmaline-” he starts.

“Emma, you can call me Emma,” I interrupt.

“Emma you don’t have to thank me for saving you from being raped. Any decent human being would have. This was my fault anyway,” he says the last part quietly, hanging his head in shame.

“It wasn’t your fault Luke,” I say, trying to comfort him but finding it a bit difficult considering this is the first conversation we’ve that didn’t make me want to rip his throat out. The reality is, we’re still strangers.

“If I hadn’t been such a dick when we met, you wouldn’t have been alone that night. I’m so sorry Emma,” he carries on beating himself up and I let him get it out of his system.

“You can’t blame yourself for this. What’s done is done, and there’s no way you could have known it would happen. Unless you this was part of your elaborate scheme to get rid of me…” I joke. He chuckles slightly.

“I’ve been awful to you,” he sighs.

“We both could have done better,” I admit.

“Friends?” he asks holding his hand out.

“Friends,” I agree, taking his hands, sealing our agreement.

“I fold,” Luke sighs, putting his cards down to show his bad hand of cards.

“It’s all about the luck of the draw Hemmings,” I laugh, putting my winning hand down.

“How are you so good at this game? I only taught it to you yesterday,” he wonders out loud. I shrug. I’ve been on bed rest for a week. The entire  castle thinks I’m ill, only Luke and I know what really happened. We both knew there would be an uproar among the people, of course they wouldn’t want a Queen who’s been raped by a lowly guard. My ankle is mostly healed, and I’ll be able to walk on it in a few days.

Luke has visited me for at least two hours each day, and I’ve concluded he’s actually quite pleasant to be around. I’ve learned the following about him:

~His favorite color is blue, not like the sky but like the ocean

~He takes cream, but no sugar in his tea

~He started riding horses at only four, and he visits the stables daily

~He likes mathematics, but only reads when forced  (to which I was horrified)

~He knows seven languages, but insists his French is very poor

~He can play the piano, violin, and the lute and he can carry a tune based on his occasional humming

~He can sleep in a little wooden chair for a week

~He is terrible at cards

I’ve tried to ask him to help me walk to my private chambers so he can have his bed back, but he refused. I was partly glad he had, for I don’t want to be in a room alone while the dangerous man walks around freely.

“Knock knock,” we hear Ashton’s voice from the open door. He enters, giving Luke a friendly pat on the back and me a dimpled smile.

“I heard rumors that you two were finally getting along, I obviously didn’t believe them, but I thought I’d come up and see for myself,” Ashton says. Luke and I look at each other at the same time and roll our eyes at Ashton’s sarcasm. Ashton raises an eyebrow at our sudden lack of animosity. “I’ve actually come to say goodbye,” he says in a more serious tone “I’m going to spain for two months.”

“Does this have anything to do with the girl you met there in August?” Luke chuckles.

“It quite possibly could,” Ashton grins.

“Good luck mate,” Luke says, standing up to give Ashton a hug. Ashton comes to give me a hug too. I’ll definitely miss my friend.

“Don’t kill each other while I’m gone,” Ashton warns, looking at both of us.

“We’ll try,” I promise him jokingly. Ashton walks out the door, looking back at us once more. If only any of us knew how much everything would have changed by the next time the three of us are together again.

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Monsters Inside (Part Two)

Description: Reader, taken hostage by Dean, deals with interrogation, and struggles with the feelings she has for a man who should be her enemy.

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“So?” You hear Sam prompt from just outside the dungeon’s door.

“So what?” Dean replies, fatigue and frustration etched into the tone of his voice.

“So what are we going to do with her?”

The door creaks open, loud on its groaning metal hinges, and you see a flash of green as Dean peeks in at you, his expression unreadable. “Nothing,” he mutters. “Nothing yet.”

“Of course,” Sam scoffs. 

“You got a problem, Sam?” Dean demands, whirling on his brother.

“Yeah, Dean, I do.” Sam pushes past his brother and shoves the door open fully so that he can see you. “What is it that you told me?”

“I say a lot of things.”

“And most of them are bull shit,” Sam agrees. “You know what you told me? ‘We kill monsters, Sam. That’s our job. It’s what we do.’ And you know what she is? A monster.”

“A monster who hasn’t done anything, yet!” Dean retorts. “Isn’t that what you wanted? Take it case by case? Let the good ones live?”

Yet, Dean. Yet.” Sam shakes his head, torn between anger and confusion.  "You know there were plenty of others. There were plenty of people who deserved to live and you pulled the trigger anyway. She isn’t any different.“

"You’re right, she isn’t.”

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I dream of a life where I live by a body of water in a small town. I own a little hybrid café/parasol shop. I got about 2 dogs. One big one and a small one. People love my coffee. My parasols are cute. The light installation is modest. I sit on a little wooden chair in front of the shop with my feet rested on my bike. With one hand tracing the clouds and the other rested on my big dog’s head. I’m happy. Hard work will pay off one day. All the stress, the pain, and the fear of “not knowing.” It will be worth it. I still have a lot to learn. I am still unworthy. But one day.