my grandmother wanted to kill me

My first time DMing

Me: Oh hey, guys. Seeing as you’re new to this, DnD is like a fantasy video game, but literally anybody can be fought, and you can have your own unique agenda to do pretty much whatever you want!

Me: Ok, so. You’re in your normal, rpg equipment shop, right?

Me: Behind the counter is a kindly old woman with the warm smile of a grandmother

One of my players, a wizard: What have you got?

Old woman: Oh… all the usual supplies. Rations, bedrolls, potions.

Wizard: What are your prices li-

Another of my players, a fighter: I kill her and steal her stuff.

Me: …

Me: Um. I… Guess you can do that.

Me: Make an attack roll.

*Fighter rolls Nat 20*

Me: Shit.

Me: You cleave her in half and start looting the place.

There has been a Decepticon emblem somewhere on my person every day since the election.

Today I saw a post that upset me. It was basically stating that half the fandom is incorrect to see the Decepticons as the ‘real’ good guys, and reiterated all the reasons that they’re terrible and the Autobots are, were, and always will be the only good guys. 

I may have growled ‘fuck you’ at the computer, almost reblogged with an angry comment…and then looked at myself with horror, because I make it my policy not to be negative at someone I’ve never met, or their thoughts, on such slim basis. Compassion is more important than anything else; we are all hurting, and it is so easy to do further damage that, especially on a platform such as tumblr, it does well to watch one’s words very, very carefully. Fictional characters are not worth doing real, tangible harm over. 

So why the hell was I so upset that I almost broke my own rules?

The election.

I have worn a Decepticon emblem somewhere on my person every day since the election. Earrings. My windbreaker. A t-shirt. But mostly the earrings, since they’re subtle and pass mostly unremarked. I’m even contemplating a tattoo, more seriously than ever before. 

I’m in agony. I’m a policy student; I specialize in public health policy. A few weeks ago, my mentor quite literally told me to hold off on entering the workforce for the next four years; he feels that me starting a career under the Trump Administration would be a very bad idea. At the same time, I’m significantly changing the course of my immediate future in light of the election; I’m applying to Teach For America, which has an LGBT initiative to recruit LGBT teachers. It’s intended to make up grade and graduation (and survival) differences between LGBT and straight students. I’m going to actively pursue being placed in a red state, where I can do the most good. 

It’s not like I don’t understand this is dangerous. There is a large part of me that wants to flee the country (New Zealand being the favorite refuge, right now). But my family didn’t leave China during the Cultural Revolution, though it killed my great-grandparents and led to the torture and humiliation of many of my other family members. My grandmother had to be almost forcefully sent to the US because the rest of the family knew damn well her opinionated nature and total disregard for her own safety would get her dead. But it wasn’t the first time the family had weathered horrors. I know too well that it won’t be the last. And if my great-grandparents could stay in China then, then no incompetent orange baboon’s arse will chase me from the United States. 

I’m bi. I’m multiracial. I’m a woman. I’m an intellectual. This is not a good combination in Trump’s America. But I’m not afraid. 

Because I think about Megatron every time I start browsing the New Zealand visa site. Megatron, and my family. 

We’ve been weaponizing words for generations. Two thousand years, in fact. Megatron, the young miner working in the dark for a better world, shaping words to change sparks, speaks to me on a deep level. This is what we have done for those two thousand years. And like Megatron, we have paid a price. Very often in blood. We’ve never been good at shutting up. 

Megatron is both a power fantasy and a cautionary tale for me right now, and right now, what I really need is the power fantasy. I feel incredibly helpless; I am not the only one. Megatron, someone who starts out so utterly helpless, gives me hope that I, too, may yet be powerful one day. That I may be capable of righting the injustices that cause me such pain now. 

I do not mean to excuse his atrocities. I am repulsed by them perhaps more than many others, because I understand how easy it might be to slip over the edge to committing them. (Anyone who tells you it is easy not to slip over that edge is a person to be very frightened of; they obviously do not see themselves as capable of horror, and those people are the ones most likely to commit horrors–they do not examine themselves or their motivations, they believe they are utterly in the right, and that is the most dangerous of persons). 

In the wake of this election, we all feel helpless. We are suddenly enemies in our own countries. Our neighbors turn on us for our compassion, for our liberal sentiments and our belief that all people are created equal. Does We the People still cover us? We’re not sure. There are so many who would say no. There are so many who believe we’re seeing the rise of another Hitler. 

Megatron rebelled against an authoritarian government. The lowest of the low, he shattered the monstrous system that treated him and his fellows as disposable objects. We are facing a future in which we are disposable objects. Is it any wonder we find hope in him? Is it any wonder that, seeing Trump get another pass for a lie, or use a tweet to cover up his nefarious dealings, you are being deceived gains new, immediate meaning? How about rise up? 

It’s not Optimus who gives us hope, Optimus who was a cop in IDW, Optimus, the well-meaning supporter of the status quo (that very same status quo that has so failed us!).

It’s Megatron, who may have fallen from grace, but who understands. Who was the miner who toppled an empire.

You may interpret canon as you wish. I would never want to step on someone’s toes for that. But for all you folks wondering why the hell fandom has suddenly decided the Decepticons are more appealing…

…it’s very simple. We’ve just realized we’re in their position. 

Acceptance as a Queer Asian American

Coming out as pansexual to my grandmother was an extremely important, and I believe, pivotal moment in my life as a queer, Asian young adult. I believe this for many reasons, but there are two specific ones that over shadow the rest.

The first of those is what it meant to me as a Japanese-American woman to feel safe enough and confidant enough in who I was to come out to my grandmother. For the majority of my queer journey up to this point, I was dead set on the fact that I could never tell my grandmother my sexual orientation. No matter the circumstance, I was sure that my grandmother would not understand or approve. No matter the circumstance, there was a great chance of my losing my relationship with her, my strongest tie to my Japanese heritage and her presence in my life as a third parent could be gone forever. I wasn’t willing to sacrifice the love between us or isolate myself even more than I already felt from the Japanese community.

As much as my refusal to share my identity with my grandmother was based in my fear of her not loving me anymore, a good portion was also based in how I felt my faux-heterosexuality was essentially tied to my right to my Japanese heritage. I already felt like an imposter for being biracial and I felt that my admission to being attracted to more than just men would give the community more reason to exile me, revoke my membership that I’d come to believe I could only have if my grandmother backed me first. After all, my grandmother was the closest resource I had for my culture and language. Everything that made me feel Japanese I could attribute to her: my round face, olive skin, and almond eyes, my short stature and straight frame, my knowledge of Japanese tradition and lore with her songs and stories, my induction to Japanese pop culture with Studio Ghibli, candies and sweets, cartoons by Sanrio, and watching her Japanese shows on the TV, my love of the Japanese food she’d raised me on, the miso shiru and gyoza that marked my childhood, my interest and grasp of the Japanese language that she’d spoke and sang to me all my life. If she disowned me for this, it would feel like the entire Japanese and Asian community behind her would disown me as well.

When I finally decided to come out as pansexual to my grandma I was twenty. Four years after my official acceptance of the label, I’d gained enough confidence in my intersectionality of identities, enough love and pride for them all, that none of them could be affected by her acceptance or disapproval. My forgiveness and acceptance of my white, Scottish family and heritage had allowed me to discard the shame I felt for being mixed race in the Asian community. My growth and education in my Japanese heritage, history, and language had given me confidence in my identity as a Japanese person that no amount of racial slurs, stereotypes, or discrimination I received from any group of people could shake. My growth and knowledge of my self as a sexually and gender queer person and found footing in the LGBTQ+ community had shed the self hatred and fear of rejection from my mind. As painful as losing my grandmother would be, it would not and could not break me as might have before. I was tired of living behind lies. Being able to do something about that without fear of losing myself in my lost relationship was the most liberating thing I’d felt in my history with my Japanese and queer identities.

The second of the two reasons is absolutely the way my grandmother responded to my coming out. She both met my expectations and surprised me in the best of ways. And by that I mean that her reaction was so explicitly something my grandmother would say and do, but my fear of the worst case scenario had clouded my ability to perceive this outcome over the former.

I saw the opportunity to tell her over a conversation we had started about the recent mass shooting of LGBTQ+ people in Orlando, Florida. The devastation she expressed over the massacre, her clear understanding of the hateful prejudice behind the crime, it allowed me to see her clearer than before.

“I don’t understand why people do that!” I remember her shouting. “Why you got to hurt and kill people just because you disagree? Megan, it does not matter who you love, who I love, it doesn’t matter! Just because you believe doesn’t give you right to take another’s life!”

With her words my perceptions changed. My biases that often allowed me to view her as a stubborn child with an adult’s face and experiences had been pushed aside. Instead of the previously held image I’d had, my view of my grandmother had shifted to that of a women who’d experienced much hardship and shut out many new people and ideas because of it, but was still capable of growth and acceptance of new social norms and ways of thinking. This new image, this new perception of my grandma was a kinder, softer one than I’d met previously. It was one that I was safe with, I could feel it in my stomach and my cheeks.

“You know, it’s kind of scary for people like me, people who like more than just the opposite sex, people like those killed in that club, to be alive right now,” I said. “I’m like them, I like more than just boys, I want to date a girl someday, and it scares me that someone might want to kill me for that.”

My grandmother stared at me for a moment, her bony arms encircling her small legs, a high hum coming from her throat. That hum and the noise of her TV that never got turned off were the only sound in the room for several moments.

“You like girls?” She asked, then gestured to the news on the TV. “Like those people?”

I nodded and she made the same high hum.

“Well you know, Megan,” she said, looking down then back up again. I could feel my heart pounding heavily against my chest. “it does not matter who you love what you believe because you are my granddaughter. You are my first granddaughter and I will love you and take care of you always.”

I felt tears pricking my eyes and my heart slow its pace. I’d cried coming out to each of my parents so far, but this was the first time my tears were from joy.

With my mother I’d cried with frustration and anger at her lack of understanding and patronizing questions. Despite her general acceptance and “I’ll always love you” concluding statements, it’d hurt that she’d had so many concerns and objections. With my father I’d cried with rage, the pain of betrayal, the pain of lost love, and a fear for my livelihood then forward. He’d made me feel like a child running from home who truly had no option of turning back. He’d made me feel like his promises to love and care for me all these years had been out right lies.

But with my grandmother, all I’d felt was an overwhelming happiness from her words. Her straightforward acceptance, her attempt to understand me with out being invasive… I hadn’t been aware of how desperately I’d needed her to respond in this way until she had. With it I felt a tremendous weight lifted off my chest and a surge of love and emotion.

Seeing my watering eyes, my grandmother leaned forward and hugged me. I laughed at how her arms could hardly reach around my shoulders and I scooted closer so to make it easier for her. She patted my back with her bony, knobby, hands and kissed my head.

“I don’t care who you love, Megan. I love you first and that’s what’s important.”

I sniffled and laughed, squeezing her waist in my arms.

“Arigatou gozaimasu, obaachan. Aishite,” I said. “Thank you, grandma. I love you.”

maybe we’re tired of tragedy maybe the world said: welcome home, it’ll be a beautiful ride. maybe the world lied, maybe the lifelines on your palms are no more than some ancient tragedy dragging its teeth on your skin like an animal that refuses to die
no matter how many times you shoot it.

maybe i’m applying lipstick in the front seat of my car and the leather smells like my friend rushing out to throw up. we are all rushing out to throw up because we live in a time of cataclysm, every day might be a new catastrophe.
nuclear apocalypse is the new black
and we are already putting shotguns in the trunks of our cars.

you blow a breath of smoke and i want to know why everyone tells me that cigarettes are bad for my health when the sky over my hometown is no longer the blue my grandmother remembers, and why you think that i am destroying myself when the world is being destroyed and you just throw the leaflets away. we are not trying to kill ourselves here, we were just born exhausted, and i don’t see people in the streets, i see moving muscles and bones. we all want enough breathing room but our lungs would break apart if we got oxygen.

there are people who have never even seen the stars and now you tell me that elon musk wants to launch us into space. to do what?
to destroy, which is the ancient tragedy, which is the only thing we know how to do right. i weep for the stars and for the galaxies and for some passengers two centuries into the future, the child with curly hair pressing her nose
to the shuttle window as Earth burns burns burns,
the only legacy we ever left.

Dating Neville Longbottom and being a Slytherin would include...

—Being paired in Herbology and Potions.
—Neville helping you with Herbology and you help him with Potions.
—Neville is afraid of you.
—But he sees you are really nice for a Slytherin.
—Being the first Slyffindor couple of your year.
—The Slytherin’s stopped talking with you.
—Neville being super supportive.
—Romantic dates.
—Protecting him from other Slytherin’s.
—Neville cheering you in your Quidditch games, if the game is against Gryffindor he cheers for both (Even if he wants Slytherin to win, because he loves your victory smile)
“That’s my girl!” In Quidditch games.
—Being part of Dumbledore’s Army instead of Inquisitorial Squad.
—The Golden Trio tries to convince Neville that you’re with him so he can do your homework.
—He knows it’s not true.
—Hearing him talking about Herbology even if you don’t understand.
—Being dominant as fuckkkkk.
—But sometimes he take control.
“I would love if you ride me like you ride that broom.”
“I can do it if you want to.”
—Him blushing hard during sex.
—Your parents don’t approve him.
—His grandmother loving you.
—Being the family shame for dating him.
—Sometimes he talks you two should break up because of your family.
—You say you don’t care about what they think.
—When he kills Nagini, you scream “That’s my boy!”, because of the cheering in Quidditch.
—Marrying him and having 3 childs.
—Nathan Frank Longbottom is sorted to Gryffindor.
—Veronica Alice Longbottom is sorted to Slytherin.
—Anthony Mortimer Longbottom is sorted to Ravenclaw.
—Neville teaching Herbology, while you teach Potions in Hogwarts.
—Life is good.

Originally posted by nevillelognbottom

The Three Times Alec Proposes

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Hey! So I wrote this yesterday and wasn’t sure if I was going to post it but here we are. This is the first thing I’ve written in the shadowhunters fandom so please be gentle. I’d love feedback :). I was dying from all the angst with Malec (this was yesterday before the sneak peak which blessed me with the fluff I’ve been waiting for) so I ended up writing 2k words of fluff. Here’s Alec proposing 3 times, enjoy!

The first time it happens it’s an accident.

Alec is very very drunk. After their anniversary dinner Magnus had somehow coaxed Alec onto the terrace for celebratory drinks, clinking his glass with Magnus’ as the warlock had smiled slightly at him and whispered,

“To us.”

He hadn’t been able to protest after that really.

He doesn’t know how he ended up getting spectacularly drunk, hanging off of Magnus’ arm as the older man laughed and held him upright. All he knows is that he feels like he’s floating and Magnus’ arm around his waist is a welcome warmth.

“You’re such a lightweight,” Magnus grins, pulling Alec down to sit next to him.

Alec lays his head, which feels like a ton, down on Magnus’ shoulder and furrows his eyebrows in protest. He might not be as good at holding his alcohol as Magnus but that didn’t mean he was a lightweight. He’s had at least 4 drinks. Or was it 2? He can’t remember.

“Am not”

“Whatever you say Alexander”

Alec hums and revels in the warmth of the other man as he runs his fingers through Alec’s hair. In his drunken state Alec purrs at the contact and lets his eyes roam Magnus’ figure lazily.

Magnus is always beautiful but today he looks especially gorgeous. His hair has a streak of red through it and he’s wearing a dark suit that brings out his eyes in the moonlight. Alec can’t look away and frankly he doesn’t particularly want to, to be honest.”

For once in his life he is absolutely, completely, and irrevocably happy. He and Magnus still have shit going on around them, a war to fight, people who want one or both of them dead, but at the moment Alec doesn’t care. He has Magnus holding him here on the terrace, smiling down at him with his cat like eyes, glitter reflecting the light from the moon. Alec doesn’t really need anything else. He wants to stay like this, in this moment with Magnus, happiness pooling in his chest, and arms around his waist, forever.

He’s drunk, his inhibitions are lowered, so he blurts it out before his brain can tell him not to.

“Magnus,” he says urgently.

“Yes darling?”

“I wanna be with you for the rest of my life” he says quickly but surely, placing a sloppy kiss onto the warlocks neck.

Magnus chuckles,

“You’re quite drunk aren’t you Alexander.”

Alec shakes his head vehemently in disagreement,

“No, no I mean it. M’ gonna marry you so hard.”

His words are slurred together but he can tell Magnus understands what he’s saying when he looks at him with amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Alexander Lightwood,” he pushes Alec’s shoulder lightly, which almost makes Alec topple off the chair before he catches himself by holding onto Magnus’ jacket, “are you proposing to me?”

Alec looks at Magnus, trying to remain serious but the alcohol running through his veins paired with the silly smile Magnus is giving him makes him unsuccessful. He giggles and leans closer, breath getting caught in his throat. Magnus really is looking very pretty tonight. He holds onto the warlock’s forearm to keep his balance.

“That depends” he says, “if I was, would you say yes?” He tries to kiss Magnus’ lips then but ends up missing and kissing his cheek instead.

Magnus rolls his eyes fondly before kissing him on the mouth and smiling.

“You should probably try again when you’re sober, but either way, my answer would be yes.” He smiles, “that is, if that was a proposal.”

Alec’s heart bursts out of his chest at that and he actually does fall out of his chair this time.

Magnus, with his glitter and his beauty, and his kindness, wants to marry him, Alec Lightwood, a clumsy Shadowhunter that stutters through half of his conversations. He can’t believe this.

He stays crumpled on the floor next to Magnus in shock.

“By the Angel, he said yes,” he mutters to himself in disbelief.

“You’re even more clumsy when you’re drunk.” Magnus laughs before picking Alec up and helping him inside.

The second time, Alec is sober enough to actually mean it.

Alec rubs a hand over his bleary eyes as he wakes up and groans in pain at the wound on his left side.

The first thing he sees once his vision clears is Magnus’ body curled into a chair by the bed.

He smiles at the sleeping figure. Magnus is still in his dress clothes for the date they were supposed to go on before they had been oh so rudely interrupted by a group of demons. His hair is flopping over his forehead rather than spiked up though and he looks so very soft, if Alec had the energy to move he might have climbed into the warlocks lap.

Alec grins as Magnus stirs slightly, eyelashes fluttering as his eyes blink open.

As soon as he sees Alec awake, he’s out of the chair and leaning on the side of his bed.

“Oh thank god,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss into Alec’s hair. Alec leans into the touch and smiles at the familiar scent of his boyfriend.

“What happened?” Alec asks, eyes closed.

“The demons surprised us, one got you pretty badly on your left side. The iratze helped a bit but you’ve been out for a couple hours.”

Alec finches as he scoots over on the bed to make space for Magnus. He moves his hand to his side as pain shoots up his torso.

“I can see that,” he says through a grimace.

When they are both comfortably tangled with each other on the bed, Magnus lays his head on Alec’s shoulder.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again, you hear me?”

Alec chuckles lightly.

“That’s what you get for dating a Shadowhunter.”

Magnus rolls his eyes and Alec rests his head on top of the older man’s.

“I can’t believe I let some stupid demons ruin our date.”

Magnus burrows his head deeper into Alec’s neck and grabs Alec’s hand, playing idly with his fingers.

“Hmm, I don’t know, I like this a lot better than a fancy dinner anyway.”

Alec is hit with a warmth in his chest that he never wants to go away. What he has with Magnus is just something he’d never expected he’d ever have. He never expected to ever be so happy by something as small as one person. He never expected someone to care so much about him. He never expected Magnus, but he’s so glad he has him and god he wants to keep him forever. He wants to keep this forever.

He wants to tell Magnus all of it, everything he’s feeling, but he’s never been good with words.

So instead he turns and kisses the warlock softly before smiling and whispering into the space between them.

“You’ll marry me one day won’t you?” He searches Magnus’ eyes for some sort of response and sees them shining back at him. “When this war is over, when everything and their grandmother aren’t out to kill us. Will you marry me then?”

He can see the emotion in Magnus’ eyes and has to gulp back his own.

“Oh Alexander,” Magnus smiles, “there’s always going to be a war, but I’d marry you anyway.”

Alec feels his heart start beating ten times faster than it was before. Magnus Bane just said he’d marry him. The High Warlock of Brooklyn wants to marry him.

“Alexander you are the love of my life, I’d marry you any day.”

Alec is very stuck. He doesn’t know what to say. While he is terrible with words, Magnus is decidedly not.

He’s saved from having to reply when Magnus tackles him with a hug and then a kiss to his lips.

The third time Alec actually has a ring.

He walks into the loft to find Magnus sitting on the couch flipping through a book.

Alec had planned to stay at the Institute until their date that night but he’d finished up his work early and he wanted to see his boyfriend.

He shrugs off his jacket before turning to look at Magnus fully.

“Alexander,” he says setting his book down and smiling at him.

Alec smiles back softly. Magnus is still in his pajamas, his face clear of any makeup. He looks unfairly soft and young in the morning sunlight as he looks up at him.

“I’m glad you’re here. I need your help deciding what to wear tonight. I was thinking about that suit, you know the one that matches your eyes-”

Alec is barely listening. Instead he’s trying to memorize the soft familiarity in the air and the sound of the warlock’s voice as he talks. He can’t help but be overwhelmed by how much he loves this man. The box with the ring feels heavy in his pocket.

He’d been planning to propose tonight. After dinner in Tokyo and a walk around the city. Jace and Izzy had helped him plan the whole thing and he’d nervously placed the Lightwood family ring into the box this morning with a determination in his veins. It was going to be perfect.

Looking at Magnus now though, book left forgotten on the couch, hands gesturing wildly as he spoke and smile lighting up his face, Alec couldn’t think of a more perfect moment than this one.

“Magnus-” he chokes out before sinking into one knee.

Magnus turns, his voice trailing off as he sees Alec kneeling on the floor.


Alec’s throat goes dry and he’s suddenly very nervous. This is big, no it’s huge. He takes a breath to try and calm himself before pulling the ring out of his pocket with shaking hands. He fumbles with the box for a second before producing the ring and finally looking back at his boyfriend, breathing shallow.

“Well,” Magnus grins down at Alec, “I was wondering when you’d finally put a ring on it.”

Alec feels himself smile despite himself and he feels less anxious than he had a few seconds ago. Somehow Magnus always knows what he needs without him ever saying it.

“Shut up, you’re ruining my proposal.”

Magnus lifts his hands in surrender.

“By all means, do go on.”

His eyes are twinkling and Alec can’t stop a happy chuckle from escaping him as he looks up at Magnus.

He clears his throat before continuing.

“Magnus, I never thought in a million years I would ever find something, um someone who makes me as happy as you make me.”

He feels his confidence growing with each word, “Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my life. You make me stronger, you make me unafraid to be who I am, and most importantly you make me happier than I ever thought I would be. I don’t want any of that to end. Ever. I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you’ve made me. Raziel knows you deserve it. So,” Alec takes a deep breath, there’s no going back now, “Magnus Bane, will you marry me?”

He looks up at Magnus and smiles shyly, “If you’ll have me of course.”

Alec gasps when Magnus’ strong hands pull him up to his feet and he almost drops the ring in his surprise. When he looks down at the warlock he’s surprised to find tears pooling in his eyes.


He’s cut off with a finger to his lips and then Magnus’ lips are ghosting his. Alec exhales shakily into the space between them. He’s never quite gotten used to the burn that ignites in his chest every time Magnus is this close.

“Alexander Lightwood,” he whispers against Alec’s lips, and Alec has to to hold back a shudder as his breath makes his lips tingle, “it would be my honor.”

Alec stands frozen because what? Did Magnus just say yes?

He doesn’t know why he’s so surprised. He’d known he would say yes, it’s just that there was a small part in the back of his mind that had been scared. After all Magnus was hundreds of years old, been with countless other people before Alec and he’d never married, what made Alec any different?

“I- er, really?” He stutters out and Magnus rolls his eyes

“Yes you idiot,” he slaps Alec’s arm lightly before pecking him on the lips, “did you really think I’d say no?”

“I, um, I don’t know, I didn’t want to assume-”

Magnus cuts him off with a kiss that is more a clash of teeth than anything else since neither of them can stop smiling.

“I love you.” Magnus says as they pull apart and Alec grins, “but you really are stupid Alexander, what made you think I’d say no? I’ve already accepted your offer of marriage twice before. Or have you forgotten?”

Alec feels himself blush before he steps closer and grabs Magnus’ hand.

“Shut up,” he mumbles and slips the ring onto Magnus’ finger, next to the assortment of other rings.

Magnus examines his hand for a moment before looking at Alec with a grin that sends Alec’s stomach swooping in happiness.

“Third time’s the charm.”

I am not human, are you?

Originally posted by jeonify

BTS AU (werewolf)

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 /

Requested by: anonymous

Request:   Hello, if I’m not asking for to much, can you make a werewolf au series to Jungkook ? If you don’t want to or don’t have time I completely understand. Sorry for my english, it’s not my first language. :)

A/N: Here it is! The requested by anony, Jungkook werewolf AU is beginning today. So I didn’t know what to base this on. I didn’t want to make it like human you meeting werewolf him and I didn’t like the turning into one of them idea…so I turned this in a Little Red Riding Hood, type story.I hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes made. Requests are open.

Word count:  2,992

Warnings: Blood and swearing.

   School ended for today and you were walking back home with your friends.The three of you lived very close to each other, practically on the same street. You had two best friends, Jackson and Lillian. You loved them very much and enjoyed their company each day. 

“So, do you want to come with us?”asked you Lillian

“If you are going to a club again, then no.”you said stopping in front of your house

“You never go out with us at night. You always say that your mother needs you and stuff like that.” Jackson pouted at you, jumping up and down with his school bag onto his back

“That is because she does.”you hugged both of them “Have fun and make sure to send me pictures.”you punched Jackson lightly in the shoulder “Protect Lillian, do you hear me!?”

“Yeah, yeah will do.”

  They smiled at you and walked away. Your house was dark as always, closing the door behind you ,you dropped your school bag on the floor. A figure was standing in the shadows next to the stairs. You didn’t look at it, but sighed.

“I know, I know. Be right there, just let me get ready.”

  The figure pulled back and disappeared in the shadows. Picking up your bag , you walked up the stairs into your room and knelt next to your bed. From under it you pulled out a box. Opening it, inside were different clothes.

“Should I change or go with the one I have on now?”you were looking at them for sometime before standing up and placing the box back where it came from ”Nah, I am too tired to change.” 

  Still wearing your school uniform, you walked out of your room and down stairs to the basement of your house.To normal people it looked like an ordinary room, but to you it was more than that. There was an old library there, you walked over to it and pulled out a book.

“The Little Red Riding Hood.”you read out loud the name “How ironic.”you said and reached inside the hole that was behind the book, soon the whole library opened up. “Here we go again.”you sighed and walked in, the bookshelf closing itself behind you.

“You are late.”said someone

  Behind your basement’s library was a massive room colored in white, mostly. The ceiling was very high and on it were big lights, which were illuminating the whole room perfectly. 

“I am sorry.”you said scratching the back of your head

  You were about to look up at the person talking to you, but before you knew it your body moved suddenly to the side. The sound of metal echoing in your ear.

“What gives?!”you yelled out at the person

“Just because I am your mother doesn’t mean you are going to be slacking off young lady!”she said walking over to you “I hope you can fight with a school uniform on.” her steady walk turned into running 

  She jumped and attacked you, but you were able to block her high kick with your forearm. The wind created by the attack, blew your skirt up exposing the training suit under it. “I am always prepared for this, mom.”you smirked 

“Don’t get so cocky with me Y/N.That is not all!” she swung her leg and was able to hit you, making your body fly back hitting the walls

“Can’t I have some time to warm up?”you asked her, rubbing your back as you stood up

“No one will wait for you to warm up when you are fighting.” she pulled out a knife from her suit 

  You quickly removed your uniform, leaving only the training clothes. Once you noticed the blade in her hand, you jumped up grabbing onto one of the ceiling beams. 

“This is training!”you yelled out ,pointing at the weapon  

“If you aren’t serious ,you aren’t ready!” she stopped and looked up at you “Staying still when you are being attacked isn’t a good idea.” 

“It is…where did you go!” in seconds your mother’s figure disappeared and you panicked 

“Over here.” she kicked you off the beam and you fell, just in time you were able to land on your feet “Don’t drop your guard!” another high kick combination

“Damn it!” you blocked

“Don’t swear in this household young lady!” 

“But you can?” you pushed back and reached for a weapon of your own 

“I am older than you and your parent.”said your mom

  You collapsed on the ground in the end of your training. Your mother threw a towel towards you.”Thanks.”you said wiping your sweat off. She sat down next to you.

“Three hours, 45 minutes and 21 seconds, you still need to work on your endurance.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.”

  You stood up and went to have dinner at 02:00AM, kinda late or early depends on who you ask. Your mother had prepared everything for you, so you just had to sit down and eat. There was silence at the beginning, before your mother decided to ask you about your day.

“So, how was school today?”she looked over at you

“Good.”you pocked around the food

“Did you see something?”she asked 

“I am not always searching for them mom. I am trying to live normally.”you got a bit annoyed at the same question she asks you everyday

“That is your job as a part of this family.” here we go again, every night you talk about the same thing

“We are not starting this again.”you slamed the utensil back on the table, looking at your mother

“I am not starting anything.” she said

“Ok, ok, whatever you say.”you looked at your plate again “Oh I forgot, Jackson and Lillian want to go to a club tomorrow night. I think of going with them for the first time.”you told her this because you didn’t want her to be waiting for you

“You can’t go tomorrow.”

“What! Why?”you asked 

“Check your calendar and find out.” 

  You pulled out your phone and looked ,to see if there was something on it. As your eyes stopped on tomorrows date, you saw what was written there.You weren’t looking at your mother as you spoke.

“Can’t I go another day?”you asked her

“That is out of the question Y/N.It won’t change just because you don’t want to do it.”she was mad, very mad

“Why can’t I go out with my friends like normal high school students do!” you threw the napkin on the table and stood up.Your mother followed you to the living room.

“Y/N,you can’t be like them and you know it” 

“Why?Why do I have to do all of this?”you turned around to face her”It’s not like I want to.”

“This is our families job since existence itself. We must follow traditions. I did this, your grandmother did this even her mother before and so on. It’s time for you.” this was the standard destiny bullshit as you called it.

“Can’t you find someone else?” you whined 

“Y/N!”your mother yelled out, pulling your attention towards her “You are part of this family, you have the red riding hood’s blood in your veins!”

“That doesn’t mean I want to kill werewolves like you did.”you looked at her “What have they done to us to deserve murder?It’s the 21st century mother, even vampires don’t hide anymore.” you said waving your hands

“You can’t deny who you are Y/N and you know it. Be normal like me and your grandmother.”

“Normal?”you laughed out “Since you said it, let me explain something to you.I am a high school student for the third time in my life. How am I supposed to tell my friends that my gran grand grandmother is alive?”

“Y/N stop his nonsense immediately.”she demanded of you

“You don’t get it do you mother. We are cursed, since the first of our blood line were born. We live almost forever, we are super fast, strong and can do stuff normal humans can’t do.” you couldn’t stop yourself after this, the wave of anger kept coming

“We are not cursed!”

“Oh really? Then why is every child in this family born a female?Were are all the men? You never told me were my father is, or my grandfather or even my grand grandfather.”she avoided your gaze “They are dead, aren’t they?”you pulled back a bit

“I can’t tell you that.”she said with pain in her voice

“Ok, I don’t need to know, if you don’t want to tell me so much.”you ran up the stairs and closed the door behind yourself. In moments like this, your mother normally left you to cool down a bit.But this time was different, this time you were planing to go out. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and called Jackson.

“What’s up?”he picked up

“Where are you right now?”you asked him

“Home, why?Did something happen?”he could feel that something was wrong from your voice

“Can we see each other now?”you decided that tonight you weren’t going to listen to her and stay home like everytime

“Sure, I will call Lillian right now.” he said

“Ok, see you in 10 min at our normal spot.”you hung up and changed into some shorts and a hoodie. The fighting suit staid under your normal clothes, because it had turned into a habit of yours.Opening the window, you stepped on the sill and looked back to make sure your mother wasn’t listening.Soon enough you jumped off and closed the window with the little magic skills you had.

  The Red Riding Hood wasn’t as defenseless as everyone might think. The story we all knew as kids wasn’t what really happened.That little girl was on her way to her grandmother’s house ,because that day was the blood moon. A day in which most werewolves decided to go out of hiding.

  Since these creatures of the night still existed, so did your blood line, to keep them under control. With each generation ,getting stronger and bigger. You knew your mother loved you and wanted you to know how to protect yourself, as your family’s females were most appealing to the werewolves.But she was over reacting a bit at times.

  As you were walking towards the park, a man with dark hair and eyes walked towards you. You passed each other, but your eyes were locked together. He was beautiful, strong , serious and very manly, even if this was something you never thought once you saw someone.It was like you couldn’t stop looking at each other.

“You should go home while you still can little girl.”you stopped walking, shocked at the fact that he spoke to you.

“I am here to meet my friends.”you said in a daze 

“You will meet more that your friends.”he smirked

  You didn’t say anything and he continued walking, soon you reached the bench and sat down on it. The face of that man still spinning in your head and the attitude he had. Your ringtone pulled you out of your fantasies and you picked up.

“Where are you guys?”you asked Jackson

“We are on our way. Lillian just came over to my house.”

“Hurry up!”you sighed and your head leaned back on the wood material of the bench. You slowly looked at the sky. “No!” you yelled out fast, jumping off 

“What?”he asked you

“Don’t come here. Stay at home, don’t let Lillian go out tonight!”you were serious 

“What has gotten into you Y/N?”Jackson asked “Are you going home too?”

“Yes, yes I am. Now stay there and don’t come out.”you hung up the phone, not giving him time to ask you anything more

 You looked at your phone’s calendar and then at the sky. “No, no no. Why tonight, it was supposed to be tomorrow!” you ran as fast as you could through the trees, not even taking the paths around you, as it was faster your way

  As you were running through the trees, you suddenly stopped. The sound of foot steps coming from around you ,meant you were already cornered.

“Look what we have here.”someone laughed out “Isn’t it too late for you to be out here little lady?” 

   Soon 5 men walked out of the forest and in front of you. All of them having big ears, thick claws and disgusting smiles. Yes, it wasn’t tomorrow, the blood moon was tonight. They were coming closer to you and you were stepping back a bit. Yet the 5th guy, who was standing behind the other 4 wasn’t transformed. He was just looking at you, from head to toe.

“You should have listened to me.” the voice came from the far back

“Are you talking to me?”you asked him, pointing at your chest

“Who else is about to be taken by wolves?”he said with a cocky tone in his voice

“I don’t need your advice!”you hissed at him

  The figure laughed out “Don’t act so cocky little girl. You don’t know who we are.”said the most annoying one of them

“I know who you are.”you smiled at them “A bunch of fleabags, am I right?”

“You little bitch!”he yelled out

“Did I hit the nail on the head?”you were playing with this one, because he looked really dumb and funny to you

“I will cut that head of yours!”

“Ok, ok. How about we do this.”you suggested “Let’s play a game, if I win you go away.

  The second dumbest, in your opinion, said “You are in no position to make demands at us little girl.”

“Oh really?”

“Do you really want to die so much?”the figure in the back asked you

 You smirked “Come and see for yourself!” and so they did

  You took on 4 full fledged werewolves and they were loosing to you. After a couple of beatings they stepped back and looked at the sky.This was your first time fighting a real werewolf ,so you didn’t know what was happening. But it didn’t take you too much time to realize that they were waiting for the blood moon to fully show itself.

“Let’s see you now.” the 5th guy was looking at you from the distance, behind the 4 werewolves

  They had become very strong and you were cornered soon. You knew that there was no escaping this, if you didn’t take them seriously.

“What are you going to do now ?”you were asked 

“My mother will kill me for doing this.”you said looking down at the ground

“We will be first!”they jumped at you, but soon were pushed away by a strong wave of energy, once they stood up and looked at you ,they were shocked

  Your hair had become crimson red and shined like a fire, your eyes were golden and on both of your palms were crests.

“What is this!?”they stepped back, feeling fear 

  The figure in the shadows laughed out and everyone looked at him “This is what werewolves call a holder of the red riding hood blood.”his eyes were locked on you “I didn’t expect to see someone of that clan today.”

“She is a ridding hood!?”the one who was acting full of himself ,stuttered

“What happened?”you asked him smirking “You were so cocky in the beginning.Did you wet your pants?”

  Before he could answer you got rid of the 4 of them, now it was only you and the hidden figure. He pushed himself off the tree and walked closer to you, exposing his face.You were shocked, as he looked even better when he was close. Your body was in fighting position and ready to counter any attack if he tried something. But you weren’t ready for what he planed. The boy leaned and bit your neck.Grabbing the skin, you trying jumping back, but he was holding your waist tightly.

“Where do you think you are going?”he asked with a smirk on his lips

“What do you think you are doing?!”you yelled at him, slightly blushing 

“Aww, is the little kitten afraid of the big bad wolf?”he asked leaning again towards you, his eyes now on the same level as yours ”Don’t worry I won’t hurt you, you are too interesting.” he felt you squirming and tightened up his grip, pulling your body flush against his. “What is your name little kitten?”he asked you, his voice getting too deep for you to handle 

“Why should I tell you?”you asked him

  He leaned his head back and laughed out, before looking at you again “Jungkook.”

“What?”you asked

“My name is Jung Jungkook. Now you tell me yours.”

  He did say his, so you decided that there was no harm in revealing yours. “Y/N.”

  His free hand creeped around your neck, sending chills down your back “Should I make a collar for you and write my name on it? Or should I mark you?”

“What are you talking about?”you tried to hit his chest, your powers disappearing

  It was your first time using them, so they weren’t going to last very long.

“You don’t get it, do you.”his head leaned to your ear “I am interested in you little kitten. From now on you are…”he whispered “…mine.”

“Who said I am?”you were blushing and your heart was beating. You didn’t know what to do

“Y/N!” someone yelled out

“Mom!”you answered her calls

  Jungkook looked to the side where your mother’s voice was coming from and then looked back at you. He pulled your body even closer and kissed your lips.”Don’t forget who you belong to, or I will have to leave an even bigger mark on you.”he licked his lips and jumped back, letting go of you. In seconds he disappeared in the forest.

“Y/N are you ok?”your mother ran to you

“Yes.”you were holding your neck and looking in the direction of the darkness

“Let’s go home, you will tell me everything there.” 

  Who was Jungkook really? Why did you want to know more about him? Why did you want to see him again? Only you really know the answer to those questions.

micaela-turtle-02  asked:

(breaks your door) SUP! IM SORRY ABOUT THE DOOR I GOT A REQUEST headcanon Rfa+v+saeran ( platonic relationship) react to MC who is (14-18) pregnant in highschool It may sound horrible im sorry (I'm horrible idk it just came to mind) You can make it agnst You can do it in your way Ok bye (Jumps out of your window and breaks it)




•He honestly gets excited

•I mean, he’s concerned, of course. You’re only 17.

•He forgot how young you were when you told him.

•But when he remembered….

•Overprotective Brother Mode™

•If the father is going to stay with you and help you take care of your baby, then Yoosung has immediate respect towards him.

•If not….Well, he’s gonna get a visit from Yandere Yoosung™

•He becomes a father figure for your baby, if the actual father stays or not.

•#1 supporter



•Zen, bruh, CHILLAX


•Hey, Jumin, hi can I borrow that giant cage that you used for your furball? MC’s pregnant and can’t leave my sight-


•If the father stays with you, he’s gonna give him a five hour lecture about God knows what

•If he doesn’t, someone’s gonna face Angry Rat Tail™

•So many ™’s so far, my God.

•He becomes the cool uncle that tries to give your child beer

•Fun fact, my cousin got drunk at my parents wedding. He was year old at my parents wedding. At least I think it was their wedding, idk I just know this from a thousand stories. BUT ANYWAYS-

•If your child is a boy, then Zen is going to train him to be a mini Zen (brainwash your own kid, Zen smh)

•If your child is a girl, he’s going to repeat a sentence he has said many times before….



•Mama Jaehee mode activated

•She starts asking a bunch of questions about if you want the baby, if the father wants the baby, if you have enough money to raise the baby etc

•She talks to your parents about all of this

•I mean, you’re 15 and Baehee is the Mom Friend™, this was bound to happen.

•If the father wants the baby, she asks him the same 500 questions

•If he doesn’t, well Baehee’s gonna brush up on her judo skills on the poor dude

•She becomes the God mother


•"….You’re 16, and your becoming a mother…“






•"SAERAN, I’M GOING TO BE A GRANDMA” “That’s not how that works you idiot”

•He leaves the room and comes back with a curly gray wig and a nightgown “I’M A GRANDMA” “Oh good lord save this poor child from my brother, it deserves a better childhood than I had”

•If the father stays with you and the baby Saeyoung claims to be his best friend.

•The goofiness is a mask to hide both his relief and concern.

•His father didn’t want home and Saeran and LITERALLY TRIED TO KIDNAP THEM/KILL THEM JUST BECAUSE OF HIS REPUTATION, so he became relieved when the father decided to stay with you.

•However…Saeyoung kept on worrying about if he would keep to his promise and stay with you and the baby or walk away after the child’s born

•If he does keep to his promise, he hugs the guy, if he doesn’t…well, consider his life ruined

•If he didn’t want the baby to begin with….Well, his entire life has been flushed down the toilet

•Dresses up and a grandmother when you have the baby smh


•Like Jaehee, he plays 20 questions with you, but is less intense about it

•Makes sure that you’re fine throughout the entire pregnancy

•If the father stays with you, V tries to get along with him as best as possible

•If he doesn’t, well…He’s gonna need a favor from the Choi Boi’s and Rich Cat Mom™




•If the father stays with you, Saddam’s gonna threaten him for an hour straight

•If he doesn’t….Well… Let’s just say that it’s a miracle that he’s still alive….

•He’s the reason why your child’s first word was ice cream smh

Final Farewells


B.A.P: Part IPart IIPart III ; BTS: Part IPart IIPart III; EXO: Part IPart IIPart III; Got7: {coming soon}; Monsta X: Part IPart IIPart III ; Dean: {Coming soon}

Genre: Angst

Characters: Minseok x Original Character

Summary: You ran away from him when you found out his secret in the gang, but you didn’t think you’d miss him this much

Word Count: 2333

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gigi-tastic  asked:

I just wanted to say thank you for writing. I found your books about 3 years ago. 5 years ago yesterday my mother died suddenly. 3 years ago next week my grandmother was killed on her way to pick me up. I think I started Sparrow Hill Road a few weeks before or just after she died. That book... It saved me. I hadn't really allowed myself to grieve for my mother and by the time my grandmother was killed I refused to deal. That book really helped me and all your other books made me see life goes on

You are so very, very welcome, and honestly, I am so grateful to you for telling me this.  I am a person whose life has been saved by books.  All I ever wanted was the chance to save someone else.

Thank you.



I lost something very valuable to me
Something irreplaceable; a certain kind of key
With ridges used for a specific kind of lock
Stitched and attached to a specific kind of box
A brown-wooden chest in my attic to be more precise
I had tried every other key at least once or twice
What kills me is the value contained inside
A memento from my deceased grandmother left behind
She told me while dying slowly in her dearth bed
She had something special but wanted to wait instead
Until she was gone so that when I open the chest
What was inside could help put my mind to rest
But I had lost the key and to make matters worse
This chest is older than any remedy or curse
I asked around town but nowhere complacent
Was a locksmith capable of forging a replacement
They told me they don’t make keys like that anymore
As if my problems to them seemed like such a chore
You can only imagine the anger that I bestowed
Wanting to let go but so desiring to know
What exactly it was that was inside that chest
What did she mean by put my mind to rest?
I checked in the house every crack and nook
I questioned everyone for maybe that key they took
And I forsook my daily routines; all for that key
I was going to get to the bottom of this mystery!
So one night with a hacksaw and a blade
I smashed and ripped; O the mess I had made!
Little fragments of wood all over the place
But I could not open the chest for Heaven’s sake
This chest was more stubborn than my grandmother herself
Clearly it cared not about the feelings I felt
It refused to open through buzz saw and fire
I had to douse the flames before they had risen higher
It was almost comical but dumbfounded me
As if this chest was magical or belonged to royalty
When I picked up the chest what I found to be absurd
There wasn’t a noise when I shook it; at least none to be heard
Its been about a year now since my grandmother died
And this chest left behind I don’t know what’s inside
So I finally did the only thing for myself to be saved
I buried the chest next to my grandmother’s grave
And to this day I myself can never forgive
Nor forget the days when my grandmother lived
And what kills me the most and this is no joke
I’ll always remember the words my grandmother spoke
“There is a key that I have that opens a chest”
And what is inside could help put your mind to rest.”
I can’t help feel guilty for a key that’s not traceable
But even worse I lost two things irreplaceable


Angelina inhales sharply. She puts a hand to her face.

Remy: I can leave right now, Angelina. I don’t have to tell you anything more. It’s safer for us both that way anyway.

Angelina: Will was after someone I knew as well. Someone I knew…intimately. I wonder if karma is after me, or after Steven.

Remy looks at her in surprise.

Remy: Steven. How’d you know it was Steven?

Angelina: Because Steven is the only evil man I know. He destroyed Will’s life, ruthlessly murdered his brother and his grandmother. And it seems he’s destroyed your life as well.

Remy frowns: I don’t like coincidences.

Angelina: Well, you’ve got one. The man I once loved…the father of my child, the man from the island*? Will Elliott? He wanted to destroy Steven too. It was all he could think of. He spent most of his life plotting to kill Steven. And now you. Wanting the same thing. Odd that I’m the one common factor, but I suppose life is odd like that.

Remy: I don’t know what to think. 

Angelina: I don’t know how to stop you. I didn’t know how to stop Will, either. 

They’re both silent, lost in dark thoughts.

Angelina softly: He raped her?

Remy: Yes.

Angelina: He killed Will’s grandmother. Driving drunk, didn’t even stop, didn’t even care. Then he set fire to Will’s brother’s house, burned him alive. Will tried to kill him, wasn’t able to. Spent ten years in jail instead. I think Steven might be invincible.

Remy intense: Steven? Invincible?  *laughs* He never met Remy Holmes.

*You can read about Angelina, Will and Steven’s story  here*

UchiSaku Week Day Seven: Roses

Prompt: Author’s choice / freestyle / xxx / smut, Music Prompt: Your choice! Share your inspiration!

Pairing: IndraSaku

@madasakuweek thank you for organising :’)

“Father, please.” Indra listened to his brother’s howls in silence, kneeling outside the room with his mouth set in a grim line. “There has to be another way.”

“Ashura, I do not like this anymore than you do. But this is the only way.”

“No, it isn’t! I will not allow you to do this. You cannot hand him over to-“

You have no say in this. This is for the good of the village, your brother is a hero,” Indra shut his eyes at the sound that escaped his brother’s lips, as Ashura was unable to express his despair with words that wouldn’t have reached their father’s mind in any case. “I know this is hard to accept, but pull yourself together. You will be the next chief. Your studies will start tomorrow.” The door slid open and Hagoromo stepped out only to stop in his tracks when he spotted Indra next to the door. He hesitated, attempting to find the right words but as always, failing when it came to the second son who refused to look up at him.

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Love [Sansa Stark]

Part 2

Summary // How you, the youngest and most cunning of the five Tyrell sibblings, fell in love with Sansa Stark is something you don’t quite understand yourself yet but you know you’re really in love with her

A/N // I think i’l write a part two but I don’t know yet 

UPDATE // Part 2 is up!

Originally posted by caitlinssnow

“What have you been up to now?” You looked up at your grandmother, the queen of thorns, you chuckled lightly.

“Nothing hurtful. I’m not Loras, grandmother. I’ve been playing this game since I was able to speak.” You replied calmly, you knew it had risks to be involved with Sansa Stark, right now she was the only living Stark which made her the key to the biggest of the seven kingdoms, you were gravitated to the young girl with her auburn hair when you first arrived, her beauty was undeniable but she looked gaunt and tired and you imagined you would feel the same after all the terrors she has been through and so you befriended the girl.

“I don’t doubt that dear but times are dangerous and we better be cautious, Margaery might not be able to fully control him, I can’t worry about an impulsive king, Loras and you as well.” She said and you nodded.

“I understand but you know that I can take care of myself, information is the most valuable thing we have here and I happen to have an amount that could battle Varys, either way I can take care of myself and you need some positive image of us, Margaery did a good job at that but Sansa needs someone there for her at all times.” You replied, even before you went to the capital you had a small spy network, you always wanted to play the game and found that information in all seven kingdoms was very useful, you might not have had much reason but it was nice to be informed about recent events.

“Don’t get me wrong dear, I trust you more than myself when it comes to some things but I just want you to be discreet.”

“I only befriended her.”

“We both know you’d want more than that and you can, I’m sure you can find some place discreet in the red keep, either way I’m just warning you to take care.” You nodded.

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Red Riding Hood

Request: can you do a damon smut where the reader is a grown red riding hood??? thxxxx – Anon

Pairings: Damon x Reader

Warnings: swearing, slight angst, light/implied smut

Word Count: 3393

This is a unique request, I had so much fun writing it. I  had to make your hair red to represent her cloak.

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

You ran and ran, your red hair flying with the breeze. You looked behind you, hoping that you’d get away from the wolf chasing you. How is that possible? You were faster and stronger and have better senses than a normal human being, but not as fast and strong as a vampire. Yes, vampires, werewolves (the one chasing you right now), witches, and other special creatures, such as yourself, do exist.

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A True Nightmare

Ever since I read @nifwrites We Intertwined series, I’ve always wondered about Ardyn’s soulmate. I imagined he had one before he was demonized by everyone and they were one of many who turned their back on him. This is the story if you were the descendant of Ardyn’s soulmate. 

This is NOT a love story. If an Ardyn soulmate au is what you’re looking for, you might wanna go elsewhere. 

A/N: I’m not sure how I feel about this-I’m super proud of it because I know it’s not a direction anyone else is going in right now, but I’m worried of a possible backlash. If it’s going to be too much of an issue, I’ll probably delete it.

~A True Nightmare~
Word Count: 2,656


You threw another one of your disposable daggers at a goblin’s face and used your gun to shoot the one next to it, both of them falling dead to your hand. Prompto, Ignis and Gladio, the three you had worked hard to be by their side during this long and intense journey, all fought viciously along side you as Noctis ran to the crystal to buy them some time. But almost ten minutes had gone by and nothing was happening; there was no life-altering change like you had hoped there would be, Noctis never returning from the crystal, even after the hangar doors to the elevator opened. 

Go!“ Gladio shoved you towards the hangar while blocking another attack. "Check on Noctis-we’ll hold them back," 

You shook your head and took another shot with Prompto, but the bullets glazed off the daemon as it reared its head to attack. Barely able to block, you’re flung into the air and land right next to the hangar doors, gasping as you’re pretty sure you just broke a few of your ribs. 

"Just go,” Prompto ran over to help you up and pushed you towards the elevator as the three continued to fight. “We’ve got this!" 

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I lost something very valuable to me.
Something irreplaceable; a certain kind of key,
With ridges used for a specific kind of lock,
Stitched and attached to a specific kind of box.
A brown-wooden chest in my attic to be precise .
I had tried every other key at least once or twice.
What kills me is the value contained inside.
A memento from my deceased grandmother left behind.

She told me while dying slowly in her bed,
She had something special but wanted to wait instead,
Until she was gone so that when I opened the chest,
What was inside could help put my mind to rest,
But I had lost the key and to make matters worse,
This chest is older than any remedy or curse.

I asked around town but nowhere complacent,
Was a locksmith capable of forging replacements.
They told me they don’t make keys like that anymore,
As if my problems to them seemed like such a chore.
You can only imagine the anger that I bestowed,
Wanting to let go but so desiring to know,
What exactly it was that was inside that chest.
What did she mean by put my mind to rest?

I checked in the house every crack and nook.
I questioned everyone for maybe that key they took.
And I forsook my daily routines; all for that key.
I was going to get to the bottom of this mystery!
So one night with a hacksaw and blade,
I smashed and ripped; O the mess I had made!
Little fragments of wood all over the place,
But I could not open the chest for Heaven’s sake.

This chest was more stubborn than my grandmother herself.
Clearly it cared not about the feelings I felt.
It refused to open through buzz saw and fire.
I had to douse the flames before they had risen higher.
It was almost comical but dumbfounded me,
As if this chest was magical or belonged to royalty.
When I picked up the chest what I found to be absurd.
There wasn’t a noise when I shook it; at least none to be heard.

Its been two years now since my grandmother died,
And this chest left behind I don’t know what’s inside.
So I finally did the only thing for myself to be saved.
I buried the chest next to my grandmother’s grave.
And to this day I myself can never forgive,
Nor forget the days when my grandmother lived.
And what kills me the most and this is no joke,
I’ll always remember the words my grandmother spoke:
“There is a key that I have that opens a chest,”
And what is inside could help put your mind to rest.”
I can’t help but feel guilty for a key that’s not traceable,
But even worse I lost something irreplaceable.

Happy Request,

Jax daughter’s

  where I’m jax  daughter and he like thew me out and one year I become successful with singing and they come see me in my singing and listen to the song I sing you don’t own me by grace and colors by halesy and the WHOLE (i.e.) like tara and gemma is there club is shocked and they try to talk to me but security doesn’t let them so they follow me into my Manson and they are shocked I have a huge house and a baby girl but they tell me they need help with money and I help them and happy ending BTW the baby girl is happy’s

Sing it out

I had a pretty good childhood, filled with love and attention from my grandparents and even my father Jackson. They did their best on trying to soothe the pain that my junkie mother left hanging in the air, by the time my brother Abel was born I was already 12 years old and I could see in my father’s eyes how everything he ever build, how the love and affection he had turned black. Not long after that Tara was already in the picture but I didn’t like her, at the end of the day I was a product of her breaking my father’s heart, a product of a loveless marriage and relationship just for the sake of forgetting and not being alone, and that’s not fair. My grandmother tried her best to make me relax and see how loved and wanted I was but the minute Tara started raising my brother like it was her son I lost it. I was made of one of the worst combinations someone could do a junkie and an outlaw, I started being rebellious, hanging with the wrong crowd and doing everything I could to get away from all the pain I felt inside of me. 

By the time I was 17 things were growing thicker, there were more issues, everything was going to shit basically and the end of the tunnel was Jackson killing my grandfather, Clay was one of the few figures I still looked up to. He loved me, unlike my father and I shot myself down and not even my grandmother could help on taking me out of that place I was in, I was in deep hole and the way up was to hard to try and reach for help but he appeared, Happy Lowman, the Tacoma Killer took me out of there, I knew he didn’t have the intention to start what we did, he was only doing the job my father told him to “Keep her safe” but he did even more than that, gave me a reason to live and no more loveless nights, cured my deep wounds and made me understand how precious love could be even in the darkest times but everything good has to come to an end and so did my beautiful fairytale. Pregnancy. I went with shaking legs to my grandmother, a crying mess. She looked at me in the eyes with so much calmness but I could see the fear and regrets in her eyes, I was repeating the story. 18 years old parent like my father and probably as a bad one as he was when times got rough.

“Who’s the father baby?” She said and I started crying even louder “Is he not taking care of it?”

“No” I said softly still a crying mess “He doesn’t know yet. He can’t know" 

"He’s a brother” she said with a soft voice and I nodded “Oh my darling” she sighed. My father was going to kill me and to be honest I wish he had because living to see the look in his blue eyes I sadly shared and the awful words leaving his mouth made me wish I was never born in the first time.

“You’re just a stupid whore, just like your mother YN!” He screamed over and over again “FUCKING DISAPPEAR, GO AWAY FROM HERE I NEVER WANNA SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN” he said and those were the last words I’d ever share with the man I once called my father.

I left Charming that same night looking for a better life, a better life that wasn’t easy to achieve but a lot of hard work made me reach it. From singing in old crusty bars to actually being on stage was one of the biggest achievements I made, and all thanks to my only reason to keep fighting, baby Jessi who was not such a baby nowadays, she was taller than her classmates and shared that wicked little smile and eyes part of the Teller clan but with tanned skin and darker hair thanks to his father. Tonight I was playing in Oakland, far enough from Charming but I could still feel the shivers in my skin due to feeling so much familiarity around. Jessi gave me a thumbs up and sent me a small kiss before putting her headphones and sitting next to the sound box and I smiled in return, the lights were on now and there in the center of the room was my father, next to Tara and my grandmother looking at me proudly like if the pain inflicted was just in my dreams but I still sang, sang like never before to show them how good I was, how much I worked to be there and how much I deserved to be on top. I knew when I headed backstage after the show that they would follow me there and I waited patiently for my bodyguard to knock and I opened the door and just nodded silently, minutes later the people I dreaded the more to see where standing in front of me but there stood a different face I didn’t see from stage and all I thought about saying was long forgotten.

“Abel” I said with a loud whisper, 5 years old Abel was long gone and a proud 11 years old stood there rocking the blonde hair to the back our father did and blue checked shirt matching his eyes. I immediately stood up to hug him and I hold him tightly. “You are so grown up!” I said, small tears dropping from my eyes “Do you even remember me?”


“Grandma showed me all the letter you sent” he said and I smiled at my grandmother who just nodded at me “You’re my sister” he said and I nodded.

Working on my relationship with my father was the most difficult part, Abel and I hit off really well from the beginning and he loved playing with his little niece around. Tara was respectful and she took her time before getting slowly closer to Jessi or even me. I’m not going to lie and say it was easy for me to go back to Charming, to finally see Happy after all that time but I craved seeing him and introducing him to the baby girl. I knew Jackson had called him to come to the grandma’s house to talk and I could feel my whole world crumbling while Jessi just ran around the house being chased by Abel, a lot of laughs everywhere but I was about to have a nervous breakdown.

When I finally saw him, I saw the hurt of me leaving him behind in his eyes, the hurt of me never trying to contact him or look for him but the minute Jax’s words left his mouth about my kid Happy’s face changed from angry to surprised or even touched. Jax looked at him waiting for me to talk.

“I’m so sorry” I said and he just nodded, our eyes speaking more than a million words but it was broken by my little girl running inside the living room and asking for grandad Jax to pick her up and I saw Happy smile, smile like he never did before and I knew in that moment I was finally home.

Shadow of the Crown, Part 1

Summary: Bastien researches his family history and learns that he is probably a descendant of Kenna Rys and Raydan Lykel.

Rating: T

The portrait of Queen Kenna Rys had hung in the Royal Palace of Cordonia for centuries. Bastien had seen it countless times, but as he gazed upon it, he saw it through new eyes. Kenna was the ancestor of King Constantine, Prince Leo, and Prince Liam, but was she more than that?

He heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and turned around to see Prince Liam. “Good morning, Your Highness.”

“Good morning, Bastien. Admiring the portrait?”

“Yes. Everyone in Cordonia knows your family’s history, but lately I’ve been wondering about my own. I even took a DNA test. I just got the results, and they were rather interesting.”

“Oh?” Liam looked at him curiously. “What did you find out?”

“The test gave me information about my father’s direct male line. Some of the men that I matched have the surname Rys. I wonder if I’m related to Kenna Rys.”

“A genealogist could probably help you find out. My father might be able to arrange for you to meet with one, free of charge. After all, who would refuse a request from the King of Cordonia?”

Bastien entered the Library and Archives of Cordonia and walked to the front desk. After signing in, he headed up to the third floor. He spotted a woman sitting at a table and walked up to her.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Diana Romero. I have an appointment with her.”

The woman stood up and extended her hand. “I’m Diana Romero. You must be Bastien. I understand that you want to learn more about your family history. Let’s start with what you already know. Tell me about your family.”

“My family has worked for the royal family for a long time. My great-grandfather Pierre Landais also worked as a bodyguard, and he was killed while defending the king of Cordonia. When my great-grandmother remarried, my grandfather took his stepfather’s name. That’s why I have a different last name. She hoped that my grandfather would choose a different line of work. But that didn’t happen. Although he didn’t remember much about his father, he was proud of him, and his uncle still worked for the royal family. So the tradition continued.” Bastien opened his notebook and showed Diana the list of names and dates that he had compiled. “This is all the information that I have. It only goes back a few generations. But I took a DNA test.”

“What kind of test did you take?” Diana asked.

“The one that tells you about your father’s side of the family.”

“The Y-DNA test. Why don’t you show me your results?” Diana motioned to a nearby computer. “Log into the DNA site, and we’ll take a look.”

Bastien moved over to the computer, logged in, and pulled up his results. “I matched many men with the surname Landais. That’s not surprising. But there are a few other surnames too. One of them is Rys. Could I be a descendant of Kenna Rys?”

Diana looked at the list of names on the screen. “You match men with the surname Lykel too.” She scrolled down and read more names. “And there’s one with the surname Rys-Lykel. These results suggest that you are related to Queen Kenna Rys and her husband Raydan Lykel.”

“Why are the surnames different?”

“Names can change over time. The children of Kenna Rys were given the surname of Rys-Lykel, but the name was probably shortened in some of the later generations, to either Rys or Lykel.” She pointed to a name on the screen. “Spellings can change, too. Here the name is spelled R-H-Y-S.”

“But how do they connect to the Landais family?”

“We would need to do more research. It may be due to a non-paternity event.” Noting the confused look on Bastien’s face, she elaborated further. “That is when a child has a different surname than his biological father. That can happen for many reasons. Adoption, infidelity, name change, taking a stepfather’s name, like your grandfather did. Or an illegitimate child might be given his mother’s surname.”

“Those are a lot of possibilities.”

Diana nodded. “And it could have happened centuries ago, or more recently. We may never know for sure. But the royal family’s history is very well documented, so you have a better chance of finding a connection than many people would. You probably won’t be able to trace the exact line of descent all the way down to you, though.”

“But at least I know that they are probably my relatives. Could you help me find some books on the Rys family?

"Of course.” Diana searched through the library’s online catalog. She wrote down the names and call numbers of several books, then stood up. “I’ll be back shortly.”

As Bastien waited for her to return, he thought about what she had told him. He had spent so much time around royalty, but never thought that he might be related to them. True, the relationship was probably very distant, and it didn’t really make him royalty, but nonetheless it was unexpected.

Diana walked back over to the table, carrying several books. She set them down and opened up one of them. “Here is some information about the family of Kenna Rys and Raydan Lykel. They had five children: Adrian, Adelia, Gabrielle, Marcelline, and Leonidas. Since you match the direct male line, you must descend from either Adrian or Leonidas.”

Bastien picked up the book and began to read.

To be continued…

  • Me: *playing Tomb Raider*
  • Grandmother who is visiting for the weekend: Mind if I sit with you?
  • Me: *squirming slightly because there is gore and swearing in this game and my grandmother is a sweet old lady: Um, if you want to.
  • Grandmother: *sits* Thank you, dear.
  • Me: *continuing to play for about five minutes*
  • Grandmother:
  • Grandmother:
  • Grandmother: KILL THEM KILL THEM ALL
  • Grandmother: OKAY NOW KILL THEM ALL
  • Me: *slowly turns to look at her* Grandma
  • Grandmother: *sweet smile* Hmm?
  • Me: Grandma oh my god
  • Grandmother: *more smiling* Well, hurry up and kill everyone else, I want to see you save this Sam person.
  • Me:
  • Me:
  • Grandmother: Kill them.