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One-shot Wigetta · Petición Ask.

¡Hello, darlins! Aquí vuelvo con el One-shot que os dije hace un rato. Es una petición que me hicieron en mi Ask y para la cual mi cabeza formó esta historia. Me pedían un relato en el que uno de los dos tuviese una marca después de un encuentro íntimo y cuando llegasen sus amigos (sin saber nada de su relación) la viesen y sospechasen. 

No es nada del otro mundo, pero sí una situación cuqui y divertida. Espero que a la dueña o al dueño de la petición le guste :)

P.D.: TIENE ALGO DE LEMMON AL PRINCIPIO, POR EL TEMA DE LA MARCA Y ESO ;)

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“MARCAS QUE DELATAN”

Eran las 5:00 am. Vegetta se removía en su cama; tenía calor. Abrió los ojos y se encontró directamente con la cara de Willy. Estaba tan bonito dormido. Sus labios se relajaban y quedaban entreabiertos, tan besables que hacía daño. Movió su mano despacio para no despertarle y acarició con el pulgar su labio inferior. Le encantaba ese chico a más no poder. Willy se movió un poco por el roce y apretó más fuerte a Vegetta. Después de unos segundos, despertó abriendo los ojos perezosamente.

- Buenos días, pringao’ - le dijo a Vegetta, casi susurrando.

- Buenos días - le respondió sonriendo.

Vegetta estiró la mano y cogió su móvil. Miró la hora que era y resopló.

- ¿Qué pasa, chiqui? - le preguntó Willy, aún medio adormilado.

- Que son las 5:10 - respondió él con desgana -. Nos quedan casi hora y media para ir a por estos y ya sabes que como me despierte no soy capaz de dormirme.

- Bueno, podemos aprovechar el tiempo - respondió Willy, subiendo un poco y besando el cuello de su compañero.

Este último se estremeció por el contacto, pero no veía que fuese mala manera de gastar el tiempo que les quedaba, así que se dejó hacer. Willy se incorporó un poco más, quitándose cualquier resquicio de sueño de encima. Se sentó sobre Vegetta y después de sonreírle maliciosamente se abalanzó sobre sus labios. Las manos del castaño fueron directamente a las caderas de Willy para atraerlo más hacia él y hacer que sus pechos se pegasen. Poco tardaron en notar cosas indebidas (o muy debidas) por ahí abajo, lo que provocó que el beso se hiciese más intenso y que las manos empezasen a viajar libremente por la espalda y el pecho del contrario, acompasados, como si tuviesen ritmo.

Vegetta mordió suavemente el labio que minutos antes acariciaban sus dedos, haciendo que Willy aspirase entre dientes y bajase a su cuello. El castaño estiró su cuello para dejar vía libre a su compañero, cosa que éste aprovechó para succionar fuerte sobre su piel durante unos segundos. Vegetta se retorcía de placer. Sabía que eso iba a dejar marca, pero le daba totalmente igual, como si le quería poner morado el cuello entero; al fin y al cabo, era su color favorito.

Ambos sabían que la cosa se estaba calentando demasiado y no tenían mucho tiempo, así que Vegetta empujó suavemente a Willy sobre el colchón y se puso encima. Miró intensamente a Willy con la respiración entrecortada y le guiñó un ojo, provocando un revolcón en el corazón del moreno. Fue bajando dando pequeños besos hasta llegar a los bóxers, los cuales retiró lentamente con ayuda de sus pulgares. Una vez liberada la erección de Willy, hizo que este notase su aliento muy cerca, pero sin tocarlo, lo que hizo retorcerse a su compañero; quería sentir esa boca ya, y levantó las caderas un poco en señal de petición.

Vegetta lo había pillado perfectamente, así que, despacio, bajó un centímetro hasta posar sus labios en la punta del miembro de Willy, rozando con ellos desde ahí hasta la base. Primer gemido del moreno. Con decisión, lo tomó entre sus dedos y lo metió de una vez en su boca. Más gemidos. Subía y bajaba a un ritmo lento, manteniendo su mano en la base. Willy gemía con sonidos graves.

- Más rápido - logró decir casi sin aire.

Vegetta obedeció, llevando sus dedos hasta tocar con sus labios, haciendo así que el movimiento que tenía su boca pareciera mucho más profundo al acompañarlo con su mano. Aumentó el ritmo y con él el volumen de los gemidos de Willy, pero no iba a dejar que aquello fuese tan fácil. Paró en seco, lo que hizo que el moreno gruñese. Levantó la vista y le miró. Willy entendió a la perfección lo que pretendía, y le encantaba.

Se movieron rápido. Vegetta pasó a estar debajo y Willy ahora tenía el control. Puso sus labios rozando el cuello del castaño, y bajó así, entre roces, hasta su miembro bajo los bóxers, los cuales no tardó en quitar cuando escuchó la fuerte aspiración de Vegetta. Pasó su lengua desde la base hasta la punta de su miembro. Lo metió y lo sacó de su boca completamente repetidas veces. Vegetta gemía cada vez más alto. Volvió a meterlo entero pero esta vez no lo sacó, sino que subió y bajo demasiado lentamente, provocando a su compañero el no poder controlar escalofríos por toda la espalda.

- Joder… sigue - gimió de manera extremadamente sensual.

A Willy le pudo esa voz, por lo que aumentó la velocidad considerablemente, haciendo a Vegetta casi estallar de placer. Pero no, también paró en seco. Le miró y ambos sonrieron. Se levantaron de la cama y Willy se puso a la espalda de Vegetta, aunque un poco hacia su derecha. Ambos agarraron el miembro del contrario con suavidad, Willy desde atrás y Vegetta doblando el brazo un poco hacia su costado derecho. Volvieron a acompasarse, esta vez subiendo y bajando, iguales, con un nuevo ritmo. Y, a movimientos acompasados, gemidos acompasados.

- Dios, Willy - gritaba Vegetta.

- Ni se te ocurra parar - respondió este entre gemidos.

Gritaba, sudaban, se querían. Medían la reacción del contrario para conseguir acabar juntos, algo que lograron a los pocos segundos, arañándose con sus manos libres, Vegetta en la pierna de Willy y este en el abdomen del castaño.

Cayeron sobre la cama, rendidos y saboreando la sensación. Aquello era solo suyo. Todos sospechaban, nadie sabía nada. Su refugio era aquella ciudad y aquella casa y sabían cómo aprovecharlo.

Pero pronto tuvieron que salir de su pequeño paraíso, escuchando la alarma del móvil de Willy sonar. Era hora de recoger a sus amigos, que llegaban todos en media hora.

- Corre, compañero, que vamos a llegar tarde - dijo Willy incorporándose.

Vegetta sonrió y se incorporó. Ambos se metieron en sus respectivas duchas a la vez. Salieron, se cambiaron y corrieron hacia su coche alquilado para dirigirse a LAX, el aeropuerto de Los Ángeles. Allí les esperaban Luzu y Lana, quienes también venían a recoger a los chicos para así tener dos coches, ya que eran muchos. A los pocos minutos, la pandilla de locos apareció por las puertas automáticas del aeropuerto, corriendo en su dirección cantando y bailando.

- ¡Qué pasa, compañeros! - gritaba Staxx.

- Hombre, chavales, ¡cuánto tiempo! - dijo Mangel abrazando a Vegetta.

- ¡Lusu, Lusu, amigo mío! - canturreaba Alexby en dirección al nombrado.

- Y pensar que os echamos de menos por España y todo, mamones - dijo Rubius, chocando la mano de Willy antes de abrazarle.

- Podríais haberos ido a vivir a 20 horas de viaje, colegas; que hartura de avión - reía Cheeto mientras besaba a Lana en la mejilla.

- Oye, ¿y Abel? - preguntó Luzu, buscándole.

- Ha ido al baño - respondió Staxx -. La edad no perdona, hermano.

Todos rieron y en ese momento apareció Abel por la puerta, saludándoles con la mano.

- ¡Qué pasa, chavales! ¿Ya os estáis metiendo conmigo?

- Nada, Abel, que llevas muy bien los años, compañero - rió Willy.

Y entre carcajadas y últimos abrazos a Abel, se subieron a los coches y pusieron rumbo a casa de Vegetta y Willy. Dormirían todos allí, incluidos Luzu y Lana. Habían decidido hacer “acampada” en su casa, como los niños cuando se van de campamento, en plan saco, colchoneta y al suelo todos. Iba a ser genial estar juntos esa noche. Para la noche siguiente, Mangel, Rubius, Cheeto y Abel habían reservado hotel y Alexby y Staxx se quedaban en casa de Willy y Vegetta en los sofás.

Llegaron al piso y sacaron todas las maletas de los coches, invadiendo el salón de los chicos como si de un apocalipsis se tratase. Como buenos previsores que eran, habían parado a mitad de camino a comprar provisiones para pasar una auténtica “noche de gordos”. Después de que algunos de los chicos se ducharan y otros simplemente se tumbaran en el sofá a estirar las piernas después de 12 horas de avión, decidieron ir a tomar algo antes de comer a un bar carca de la playa que les recomendó Lana.

Ese día hacía un poco de fresquito, así que, en lugar de quedarse en la terraza del bar, se metieron dentro, uniendo dos mesas grandes de madera y las acomodaron de manera que tuvieran una bonita vista de la playa. Pasaron lo que les quedaba de mañana entre risas, bromas y charlas sobre videojuegos. Willy y Vegetta decidieron llevarles a comer a uno de los restaurantes que más les gustaba en su barrio. Pidieron un montón de platos y todos comieron de todos, ya que ninguno se decidía por uno en concreto.

Una vez hubieron comido hasta hartarse, decidieron ir a dar una vuelta por el Promenade para comprar unas cuantas cosas, ya que habían abierto tiendas nuevas y les apetecía ver qué había. Caminaron por muchas pero ninguna les convencía, hasta que llegaron a una de fachada roja y escaparates enormes, con un inmenso coche “estrellado” encima de la puerta. Ya solo por la estética conquistó tanto a los chicos como a Lana, así que pasaron a ver qué había. Encontraron muchísima variedad. Ropa de chica de todo tipo, estilos de chico más urbanos y más formales, incluso modelitos de total etiqueta para eventos de mayor escala. No iban a desaprovechar la oportunidad de hacer unos cuantos pases de modelos por los probadores. Además, para su suerte, había un montón y podían pasar todos a la vez.

Ya se imaginaban en sus cabezas la escena en plan película, así que empezaron a andar por la tienda cogiendo todo aquello que les gustaba y después se reunieron en el centro de la tienda.

- Vale - empezó a decir Mangel - nos metemos uno en cada probador y contamos para salir a la vez en plan peli, ¿no?

- ¡Yeah! - gritaron todos al unísono.

- Sois muy tontos… - resopló Lana, viendo esa imagen del grupo de hombres con actitud de niño.

Ella fue la primera en enfilar los probadores, sonriendo, acto que todos imitaron soltando bromas y carcajadas.

- Uno, dos y ¡tres! - se escuchó a coro en unos minutos.

Todos descorrieron las cortinas con movimientos muy peliculeros y empezaron a llorar de la risa al ver la escenita, moviéndose por el pasillo de probadores como si de una pasarela se tratase. Volvieron a repetir todo varias veces más, haciéndole un pasillo de aplausos a Lana al final por el pedazo de vestido de noche que se había plantado.

Estaban acabando de cambiarse y ponerse la ropa que traían, cuando Alex abrió la cortina de Vegetta rápidamente, creyendo que le pillaría a menos vestir, pero la jugada le salió mal y le encontró sentado en el taburete mientras se abrochaba las zapatillas.

- Alexby, compañero, ¿todo bien? - bromeó guiñándole un ojo.

- Me cago en la leche - resopló él, fastidiado -. Creía que te iba a pillar medio en bolas y que nos ibas a regalar un momento de risas, tío.

- Bueno - rió Vegetta, alargando la palabra -. Pero si con este cuerpazo lo único que ibais a hacer si lo vieseis sería llorar de la envidia, chaval.

- ¡Alaaaa! - gritó Willy desde detrás de Alex -. El humilde le llamaban, ¿sabes?

Todos rieron, Vegetta terminó con sus cordones y se levantó, cogiendo su jersey para ponérselo de nuevo, pero antes de que lo hiciese, Frank se fijó en su cuello, viendo una marca morada fácilmente perceptible. No dijo nada, simplemente se rió por lo bajo y se dirigió a pagar. Todos abonaron el precio de las prendas que se iban a llevar, ganando Lana en cantidad como era de esperar, y salieron de la tienda. Cuando hubieron caminado un poco, Frank se acercó a Alex.

- Alexby, tío - le dijo bajito, poniéndole una mano en el hombro -. He visto algo que creo que os va a interesar a todos.

- ¿Salseo? - respondió Alex abriendo los ojos con ilusión -. Cuenta, cuenta, que yo lo distribuyo con discreción.

- Cuando he abierto la cortina del probador de Vegetta, él aún no tenía el jersey puesto - empezó a explicar Frank mientras Alex asentía con la cabeza -, y cuando se ha levantado y se lo ha ido a poner, le he mirado el cuello de pasada y tenía un chupetón.

- ¡¿Qué dices?! - exclamó Alex, demasiado alto.

Casi todos se volvieron a mirarle y él se rascó la parte de atrás de la cabeza y solo dijo un “nada, tranquilos, estoy bien. Seguid a lo vuestro”. Por suerte, todos rieron y movieron sus cabezas negando con resignación y volvieron a sus cosas. Él respiró aliviado.

- ¿En serio me lo estás diciendo? - preguntó intrigado.

- Como lo oyes, colega - respondió Frank-. Ahora no se le ve porque el cuello del jersey lo tapa, pero en algún momento tendrá que destapárselo. Estate atento.

- Hombre, vaya que si lo voy a estar - confirmó Alex -. Voy a ir esparciendo el salseo.

- Yo a Willy no se lo diría, por si sabe de quién es y nos pilla - razonó Frank -. Al fin y al cabo, viven juntos.

Alex asintió y poco a poco a lo largo del camino hacia los coches, lo fueron diciendo a los demás, que se quedaron con la misma cara de sorprendidos que ellos. ¿Vegetta con novia? ¿O se había echado un ligue estadounidense de una noche? Aunque, sin ellos quererlo, en todas sus cabezas se formó una pregunta que no dijeron los unos a los otros: ¿Wigetta? A ver si al final iba a ser verdad… Pero no, todos se fueron a la idea de que Vegetta había ligado con alguna chiquilla demasiado efusiva. Siguieron con la tarde como si nada, pero todos pendientes, aún con disimulo, de si veían aquella evidencia de ligoteo en la piel de Vegetta.

Habían decidido cenar en la playa en plan picnic, ya que el tiempo había mejorado ligeramente y, abrigados, se estaría genial allí. Pararon por el camino en un restaurante de comida rápida pero más o menos sana para comprar la cena y también por una tienda de barrio para comprar un mantel enorme que poner en el suelo.

Llegaron a la playa escondida a la que Luzu iba a veces a surfear con más tranquilidad que en Venice y extendieron el mantel en la arena. Se sentaron todos en círculo de la siguiente manera: Luzu, Lana, Mangel, Rubius, Alex, Willy, Vegetta, Frank y Abel. Repartieron la comida y la bebida y empezaron a cenar al atardecer. También habían comprado un montón de velas para iluminarse. Así, sin que lo hubiesen buscado demasiado, había quedado un ambiente muy bonito; arena, mar, noche, velas, picnic, amigos. Se habían montado una escena de película sin pretenderlo. Pasaron varias horas allí, contando historias, chistes, bromas, anécdotas graciosas, poniéndose en evidencia unos a otros y sobretodo riendo mucho y haciendo mucho el payaso.

A una hora prudente recogieron todo, fueron a por los coches y volvieron a casa de Willy y Vegetta. Cuando llegaron hubo alguno que se ducharon y otros que se tiraron en los sofás a esperar a los de la ducha para después montar el campamento en el salón de la casa. Apartaron los sofás y mesa y los pusieron cerca de la cocina, dejando mucho espacio libre donde tiraron los colchones hinchables. Como todos eran individuales, los juntaron en dos hileras para de cuatro personas en cada uno y una entre las dos, quedando en una hilera Mangel, Rubius, Alex y Abel, en la otra Luzu, Lana, Willy y Vegetta, y en el centro Frank, presidiendo.

Solo se habían duchado Lana, Frank y Alex, por lo que los demás no tenían puesto pijama, y como hombres que eran y les importaba tres narices exhibirse, se cambiaron todos en el salón, haciendo que Lana se tumbase boca abajo con la cara enterrada en sus manos para no ver nada que no quería, aunque a veces abría un poquito los dedos, dirigiendo la mirada entre ellos a Luzu, que le quedaba a su izquierda él solo. A él sí que no tenía problema en mirarle.

Cuando por fin todos estuvieron listos y se tumbaron en sus respectivos sitios, Frank lanzó una mirada a Alex, el cual le pillaba al otro lado del grupo, hablándole sin necesidad de palabras para que le mirara el cuello descubierto a Vegetta. Por suerte o por desgracia, todos los demás se percataron del movimiento y uno a uno, disimuladamente fueron mirando a Vegetta. Aún así, este se sintió observado, por lo que se puso un poco nervioso. Willy que estaba a su lado le miró al igual que los demás para ver qué pasaba, si es que tenía algo en la cara o algo así, y cuando se dio cuenta de lo que sus amigos miraban no pudo evitar soltar una risita entre dientes. Los demás ahora le miraban a él, que intentaba aguantar la risa.

- ¿Qué pasa? - preguntó Vegetta, desconcertado por la situación.

-Nada - se atrevió a decir Luzu -. Que parece que alguien se lo ha pasado bien últimamente, ¿no?

Vegetta seguía sin entender nada, pero al cruzar mirada con Lana, ella le hizo una seña tocándose el cuello y sonriendo, a lo que él, al repetir el movimiento, acabó dándose cuenta de lo que pasaba.

- Eh… - tartamudeó -. Sí, bueno… Es que hay gente muy efusiva y muy poco disimulada.

Y, muy disimuladamente, golpeó a Willy con el pie, a lo que él volvió a reprimir una carcajada.

- Uuuuuuhhh.. Cuando bobeíto… - dijo Rubius, frunciendo el ceño.

- Sí, sí - continuó Mangel -. Esto de vivir juntos no sé si os está viniendo demasiado bien, ¿eh?

- Créeme que sí, colega - soltó Willy de repente -. Nos está viniendo de lujo.

Miró a Vegetta y ahora fue él el que no pudo aguantar y se echó a reír. Ambos reían de los nervios bajo la mirada confusa de todos sus amigos. ¿Lo que estaban viendo era real? Volvían a ver miradas, risas y ahora evidencias de algo más entre esos dos. En la cabeza de todos volvía e estar esa palabra: Wigetta. Siempre Wigetta.

Lana sonrió, Luzu con ella, y Vegetta cambió de tema radicalmente, intentando alejar la atención de todo aquello. Los demás ya intuían lo que pasaba, pero mejor iba a ser no ahondar en el tema demasiado. Mejor dejarlo en aquel momento de risas e incertidumbre. Por la mente de todos pasó la misma idea: no hay que forzar las cosas. Si de verdad hay algo entre ellos, ya encontrarán el momento de decirlo abiertamente. O de demostrarlo. Por ahora, todos sabían que, pasase lo que pasase entre ellos, les apoyaban al cien por cien. Esas miradas no eran cualquier tontería y todos lo sabían.

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Pues esto ha sido todo. Espero, como he dicho antes, que os haya gustado y nos vemos prontito por aquí con Drabbles y más “History will absolve us”.

También lo tenéis en wattpad :)

Gracias por todo el cariño. Nos vemos pronto. Y como siempre: Wigetta z4.

Title: Getting back to normal
Fandom: The Avengers: Age of Ultron
Character(s): Pietro, [agent] reader 
Warning(s): None
Requested by: Anon-okay so I watched AOU yesterday AND OH MY GOD MY BABY WHY DID THEY DO THAT so because of the feels, I’ve got a request with Pietro where SOMEHOW they manage to pull a Coulson and bring him back to life and the reader is a shield agent and she assigned to help him back to normal and stuff, very flirty pls
A/N: I hope you like it, sorry it’s so short. 

Today was going to be a busy day, seeing as you have a new assignment, the assignment it’s self is to look after and settle in none other than Pietro Maximoff, who S.H.I.E.L.D had brought back to life just like they did with Coulson, although you didn’t quite know how and you didn’t want to either, it was just a minor thing really, as long as he’s live and is completely himself then it didn’t matter right?.

So you walked down the hallway, nodding as you walked passed other agents, some times giving them a quick wave of your hand, you had on black jeans, a grey t-shirt and black boots, your hair was tied into a loose pony tail.

You pushed the door to what looked like Pietro’s personal hospital room open, you stop a little bit into the room “Pietro?” you asked the silver haired boy who was just sat on the bed his arms crossed and looking slightly tired, Pietro jumped seeming as if he hadn’t noticed that you had gotten there.

“You must be [Y/N]” he smiled at you, hopping off the bed, holding his hand out for you to shake, you noticed that his lips twitched into a flirty smirk, you took his hand and quickly shook it “I didn’t think you’d know my name” you said with a smile playing on your lips “well, agent Coulson told me about you” he said not letting go of your hand “but there is one thing he didn’t tell me about you though” he added a small frown now creasing his brow.

You cocked your head to the side your eyebrows knitting together “what didn’t he tell you?” you asked a little concerned “that you were so breathtakingly beautiful” he shrugged his shoulders, that flirtatious smirk back on his face “I guess it never really came up” you looked at him blankly and blinked a little bit “okay….” you trialed off, pulling your hand from his.

“Thank you” you said bluntly before you turned on your heels and gestured for him to follow you, Pietro quickly grabbed his things and joined you, you could feel his eyes on your ass as you walked a head of him, but you just chose to ignore him, this is probably how he acted around every woman that he came in contact with.

“So where are we going?” he asked, finally joining you at your side and linking his arm with yours “to your apartment, your sister will be joining you when you’re back on your feet and no longer in need of me” you informed “does that mean when I am back on my feet, as you put it” he started, looking over at you  with a smile on his face “I get to ask you out? Because you’ll no longer be looking after me” he finished.

“No” you replied instantly making Pietro pout at you “oh come sweet heart” he said, you looked at him, arching one of your eyebrows at him “okay, so we’ll go slow” he winked at you “how about your number?” asked sounding hopeful, yet there was something about him that you couldn’t place.

You stopped and pushed the glass door open, pushing Pietro out the door and stepping out behind him, you had to admit it to yourself, you liked the way his t-shirt clung to his body, you mentally slapped the thought away and grabbed a hold of his arm and dragged him over to your car “how about you don’t ask me that again” you stated, pulling the passenger side door open and telling him to get in and put the stuff in the back seat.

“Aw come on honey, don’t be like that” he said, putting his stuff on the back seats and leaning against the car, his arms resting on the roof of the car “I just want your number, that’s all” he said, you gave him an exasperated look and sighed in defeat “okay, look” you started, pointing a slender finger at him over the top of your car “I’ll give you my number” you continued, glaring at him when he opened his mouth to say something “if you just get in the god damn car” you finished and pulled the drivers side door open.

Pietro quickly obliging to your order and getting in the car, a smile on his face as he looked over at you. 

Kobold wedding - oneshot

“Excuse me, you want me to what?” Laura asked, desperately wishing that she had misunderstood the kobold.

“For a human you are charming and polite so you are going to be my child-bride. I am looking for a real bride actually, but you are way too tiny for that.” Lief repeated.

“Oh crap! And just so we are clear, if I refuse you are probably going to kill me, right?” Laura slowly backtracked, trying to figure out whether just turning around and running back in the direction she came from would be a smart move. Considering the paths seemed to have changed again it did not seem to be a good option. Carmilla was going to kill her.

The kobold just laughed. “You are going to be my child-bride. You can’t refuse. If I decide to make you my child-bride then that is what you are. Nobody knows this cave better than I do. The paths do what I want. You cannot flee. So just accept the honor. It is done.”

“My friends will be here soon. Carmilla will be here soon. There is no way in hell or Hogwarts I am going to be your bride-slave-whatever.”

“Stop it child. You are going to be my bride. Your friends will never find you.”

Laura had enough, she turned around and ran, right into the next path she saw. Liefs laugh followed her. “You can run as much as you want little human, you cannot escape.” The laugh turned into a creepy giggle. Strangely, the farther Laura ran, the louder the giggle seemed to become. When she turned around a corner she found herself back to the place where she had tea with leaf. The kobold was still there and continued to laugh at her. “You might as well stay tiny human. There is no way out for you.”

Suddenly there was a loud growl behind Laura. Lief shrieked. Laura smirked. She had heard that growl before. And sure enough, when the giant black cat appeared the kobold seemed to shrink to half its size, while Laura relaxed for the first time since the “proposal”. Behind Carmilla, LaFontaine (sans eyebrows - what happend?) and Perry appeared, both keeping a respectable distance to the giant black cat and warily eying the kobold. Perry grabbed Lauras arm. “Let’s go Laura. We don’t know how to kill it, neither does your girlfriend, so for the love of all that is normal let’s just go before it regains it confidence and tries to attack. Carmilla will try to keep it away.” Laura let herself be pulled and stumbled back into the path. LaFontaine followed suite, while Carmilla slowly backtracked, facing the kobold and still growling. “But wait you guys, this path only leads back to this place. We can’t leave!”

“Laura, you were dealing with a kobold. Tricking people is what they do. We followed you here on this path and we will take it back now. Just follow us!” LaFontaine seemed to grow slighly impatient. They walked in silence. After a few kilometers the growling finally stopped and Carmilla appeared behind them, back to her human form. She looked beyond pissed off. LaFontaine and Perry subtly moved away, clearly relieved to not have to deal with an angry vampire anymore.

“You idiot! What did you think to accomplish by wandering off on your own?! You could have been killed! We have been following you for two days, and instead of telling us where you are you keep stumbling around, twittering and trusting KOBOLDS. And worst of all, you left me with ginger twins here. What were you thinking?”

“I… I am sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I was so cold and when I woke up for some reason I just had to explore. As if something was pulling me into the caves”

“Something pulled you alright. I swear, I am putting you on a leash, as soon as I get my hands on one. I can only keep you safe when you are near me. I can’t keep wondering where my girlfriend has wandered off to.”

“…you said girlfriend.”

“That is all you got from what I just said?” Suddenly Carmilla seemed somewhat flustered. “Yes, girlfriend.” The vampire’s voice grew softer and she took Lauras hands into hers. “Now please, stop befriending monsters, if not for your own safety than for the safety of the ginger twins. I spend half of the rescue mission stopping them from killing themselves because of their stupidity. One day I might not be fast enough.”

“Though I befriended you… and that turned out alright, wouldn’t you say?” Laura asked, subtly moving closer to Carmilla.

“Well… then stop befriending monsters who are trying to kill you.” Carmilla whispered and kissed her. And kissed her some more.

Laura interrupted the kiss: “technically he wasn’t trying to kill me though. He just wanted me to be his wife.”

“Cupcake, you really need to learn when to stop talking.”

Shadow: Part XI

Prompt: The reader is a nephal. Nephalem are demon/angel children and are, I assume, very rare.  They would have ‘wings’. They can see the true forms of everything (angels, demons, etc.)  They can heal themselves, as well as manipulate holy fire. Can warp reality (sort of like Gabriel). Can also resurrect others and time travel alone without problem. Also unlike angels and demons they have their own body and do not need a vessel, however, they could infiltrate someone’s body, with consent, of course. (more)

Word count: 3,461

Warnings: It’s teh dark side.

Author’s Note: Part…11? Wow. I had a hard time writing this; 2004!Dean is a beautiful cinnamon roll. 

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 7.5, Part 8,Part 9, Part 10

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Knight In Shining Armour

Fandom: Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: rightwhereiwantyou (AKA Me)

Requested By: Anonymous

Request: One shots? I love your blog so I just have to request a one-shot. Since there aren’t so many tvd blogs how about damon when his human girlfriend gets hit on by a group of guys and she is clearly uncomfortable and scared. Keep up the good work! <3     

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That Claire Girl - Child!Reader

As you hid behind the counter, you could see a large man’s head peer at you.
“Uh, Bobby? Why is there a small child here?” A man you couldn’t see asked.
“Her parents were possessed and long gone so she’s got no one now. I can’t find any relatives that know she exists,” the older man, the one who saved you, said.
The tall man looking at you walked around to your side of the counter and knelt down on one knee so he could see you better. “Hi, my name is Sam.” He said, extending a hand to help you up. Instead of taking it, you shied away and crawled even closer to the corner. The tall man, Sam, just smiled gently and sat down fully on the ground. Even sitting, he was double your height. You slowly looked up at him and gave him a small smile through your tears. He smiled a little wider and reached out again. This time you took his hand, your tiny hand fully enclosed his giant one, and stood up. You wearily walked towards Sam and tripped and fell into his chest.
“Woah! You all right?” Sam asked, putting you back on your feet.
“Uh-huh.” You nodded your head and hugged Sam’s arm. He just laughed and hugged you back with his other arm. Sam looked up and saw the in-awe faces of Bobby and Dean.
“Haven’t been able to get her to do anything,” Bobby said.
“I guess she likes me,” Sam said. As you let go of Sam’s arm, he stood up and took your hand. Together, you walked out from behind the counter and stood in front of Bobby and Dean.
“When was the last time she ate?” Sam questioned. He furrowed his brow and gave you a concerned look.
“Like I said, I couldn’t get her to do anything and I found her last night…so it’s been over 15 hours,” Bobby replied.
“Hey,” Sam said, kneeling down again, “you hungry?” You nodded your head just as your stomach growled loudly. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. “C'mon.”
You walked, hand in hand, past Dean, past Bobby, and to the door. Sam got into the back seat and pulled you into his lap. Bobby got in up front and Dean drove. The car roared to life and rolled down the driveway and into the road.

At the restaurant, the boys ordered burgers and fries and you wouldn’t sit anywhere except next to Sam.
“What would you like to eat?” Dean said in a soft, gentle voice. You turned your head away from him and to Sam. You stood up on your seat to reach Sam’s head and whispered, “chicken strips” into his ear.
“What’d she say?” Dean asked. Sam turned to the waitress and told her you wanted chicken strips. The waitress smiled, nodded and walked away. Instead of being offended that you would only talk to Sam, he just chuckled. “I guess she doesn’t like me as much,” he laughed. When the food came, you quietly ate your chicken after Sam cut it into bite size pieces.


Back At Bobby’s

“Okay Bobby, keep us updated on Y/N and let us know if you find her a family,” Sam said. Sam and Dean started out the door when you ran and grabbed Sam’s leg crying.
“Noooo. Don’t leave!” You cried. You didn’t want Sam to leave you at Bobby’s. Sam jumped back in surprise and grabbed you under your arms and picked you up. You smiled from ear to ear and looked at Bobby pleadingly.
“Bobby? Dean?” Said Sam, asking for permission. “Maybe she can stay at the Bunker awhile. We can try to find someone to watch her when we are out on a hunt. Besides, the Bunker is the safest place for her. It’s warded against everything,” Sam said. He obviously didn’t want to leave you.
“I guess we could try,” Dean chuckled. “Looks like she’s gonna have to learn to talk to me then.”
Sam carried you out the door and placed you in the backseat. Once you were buckled, he turned around to face Bobby. “Bye Bobby. Thanks for letting us take Y/N,” he said.
“You better take good care of her Sam. You too Dean,” Bobby warned. “See yah soon…idjits.” That last part he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for you to hear it. Bobby turned around and walked back in the house while Dean and Sam got in the front of the car. You waved out the window to the old cars in the junkyard that Bobby said he was “working on.” Sam laughed when he saw you so you looked at the ground and stopped waving. Your face was turning a slight pink, embarrassed to be laughed at, even if it was just a friendly gesture.

Once you arrived at the bunker, Sam showed you how to get in and where your room was. Your room was right between Sam and Dean’s. When they finished showing you around you walked back into the main room to see yet another tall man standing there. His face looked serious and his back was stiff.
“Sam. Dean.” His voice was also super low and rough. Luckily you were already standing behind Sam so you didn’t have to hide from the strange man.
“Yeah Cas?” Dean asked. He looked over at Cas through scrunched eyebrows.
“Claire needs a place to stay. I found her out on the streets and was wondering if she could stay here.”
“Yeah. I guess that’s fine. Doesn’t she know how to run a credit card scam?” Dean questioned. Who was this Claire girl they were talking about?
“I never taught her, no. Dean, I don’t think I should encourage her to break the law. That’s not what fathers do. ”
“Well if Claire is gonna survive, I’m gonna have to teach her how to get money. I’ll teach her while she’s here.” Dean said. He seemed like he knew more about being a dad than Cas did. When Cas disappeared, you tugged on Sam’s sleeve.
“I forgot you were there! What do you need?” Sam asked.
“Who’s Cas? And Claire? And why can he appear and disappear like that?” You asked. They were all questions you wanted to know the answers to but you weren’t sure if they would tell you all the answers.
“That guy that was there is Cas. He has powers that let him disappear like that. Claire is his daughter.” You nodded your head, not bothering to ask more questions. You knew there was more than that but you didn’t want to seem too nosy. Just when Sam finished speaking, Cas reappeared with a blonde girl with a leather jacket. You thought she looked intimidating but still pretty. That must be Claire.
“You can’t just take me wherever you want without asking first!” She grumbled, obviously annoyed by her father’s sudden teleportation. You took half a step back and before you could get behind Sam, she spotted you. Her mouth formed an “O” shape then broke into a small smile.
“Hi there, what’s your name?” She asked. She kneeled down so she could see you eye to eye. You averted your eyes by looking at the floor. She bent her head down so she could meet could eyes and slowly looked up, your eyes following hers. “There we go,” she happily stated. You gave her a small smile and quietly said “Y/N.”
“That’s a pretty name. My name’s Claire. That’s my dad over there. His name is Castiel,” she said. She didn’t seem so threatening when she was down at your level. You nodded your head even though you already knew what she was telling you.
“So. Claire. I hear you’re staying here for awhile?” Dean smirked. “So is Y/N if you were wondering.” He knew she would probably stay if she knew you were there. You got the feeling she wasn’t planning on it before.
“If Y/N is here, I guess I’ll stay,” she said, smiling at you. She stood up and twirled you around. You looked up at her and smiled. You liked this Claire girl.

Jerza Week 2015 Day 1: Roses

A/N: I don’t think I portrayed Jerza rightly in this. But I racked my brain in the past few days trying to finish this so I really feel the need to post it anyway.


“Miss Scarlet!” 

Erza was about to open the door to the building in which she was currently living when she heard a familiar female voice calling her. Turning her head, she smiled at the woman who owned the florist’s shop on the other side of the street. 

“Good evening Mrs. Dubois. What can I do for you?” 

“Oh it’s nothing.” Mrs. Dubois waved her hand and smiled back. “But we have blue roses today. I think you may want to get some?” 

Erza’s eyes lit up with pleasant surprise. “Yes, I’d love to. Thanks for telling me.” 

As a result, Erza had a dozen of blue roses together with some baby’s-breath in her hands when she steadily climbed up the stairs leading to the apartment on the 3rd floor which had become her home since five months ago, after the disbandment of Fairy Tail. 

Erza didn’t have too much problem of adapting to her new life, living on her own and alone. But she did often miss her disbanded guild and her friends who went separated ways in fighting for the goal they wished to attain in their lives. And recently, she also found herself having spent more time than before on thinking about certain personal issue, namely, her relationship with the infamous fugitive and the master of the independent guild Crime Sorciere, Jellal Fernandes. 

She had heard rumors that the new Magic Council was considering pardoning Jellal and Meredy in recognition of their effort in obliterating dark guilds and also granting ex-members of Oracion Seis release on parole for them to continue helping Jellal. 

A soft sigh left Erza’s month as she mindlessly wondered once again if Jellal was free, if they meet each other again, whether they would finally be able to develop a romantic relationship like how ordinary people did.   

But she certainly had never thought that when she reached the 3rd floor, she would find Jellal standing in front of her apartment, without wearing his cloak and holding a bouquet of red roses in his hands. 

She blinked her eyes several times, but she could still see Jellal standing a few steps away from her, which meant that he wasn’t her hallucination. 

“Jellal!” Erza addressed the man in a tone of surprise as she quickly approached him, being puzzled by his sudden appearance but also feeling glad to see him. 

“It’s nice to see you again, Erza.” Jellal smiled. However, his smile wasn’t a natural happy one, Erza noticed, but a little nervous one. 

“Why are you here, Jellal?” Erza asked, looking into Jellal’s eyes. Both her voice and gaze were now full of concern. 

There was a moment of silence before Jellal answered. 

“Could we talk inside your home? That is if you don’t mind, of course.” 

“No, of course not. Come in.” 

Erza opened the door with key and entered her home. Jellal followed her into the apartment and closed the door behind him. 

After putting down the flowers in her hands on the table, Erza asked Jellal to take a seat on the couch with her. 

“Don’t you want to put down the flowers, Jellal?” Seeing Jellal still holding the bouquet of red roses in his hands even after sitting down beside her, Erza was tempted to ask him if the flowers were for her. But such question sounded too shameless that she finally decided against asking it. 

Jellal stared at Erza for a moment before averting his gaze from her.   

“These roses are for you.” He handed out the roses to Erza; a light shade of pink tinted his cheeks. “I hope you like them.” 

“I-it’s very nice of you! T-thank you!” Erza suppressed a yelp from leaving her throat and tried not to sound too excited as she took the flowers from Jellal. And the look in her eyes softened as she appreciated the tender and lovely roses which shared the same color of her hair. “They are beautiful. I love them.” 

Jellal took a glance at Erza with a ghost of a smile on his lips before his gaze drifted from her face to the flowers on the table. 

“What about……those blue roses? They are rather uncommon to see. Do you love them too?” He paused and swallowed nervously. “From an admirer of yours, I guess?” 

For a moment, Erza just stared at Jellal with widen eyes and opened mouth, bewildered by the questions he asked her. Then, she burst into giggles. 

“Yes I love blue roses too. But they are not from an admirer or anyone else. I am the one who bought them. I always do whenever the florist has them because……” She stopped mid-sentence being not sure if it would embarrass herself by telling Jellal the reasons. But on second thought, those reasons weren’t really anything shameful to share and she was sure that Jellal would understand. “The color. It reminds me of the color of your hair.” 

Jellal turned to face Erza once again after hearing her explanation; the tensed expression on his face softened into a relieved smile. 

“Whenever I saw things which had the shade of red similar to the color of your hair, be it roses or sunset, I thought about you too.” 

It warmed Erza’s heart to know that she and Jellal were the same, that they both always had each other on their mind. However, Erza also felt heavy at heart to think that despite their mutual feelings, whether there would be a day for them to be together as a couple was still something unknown to them. 

“Jellal, do you know the meanings of blue roses?” 

Jellal titled his head while trying to figure out something about blue roses before he finally shook his head. “What are they?” 

Erza turned her head to the side to avoid looking directly at Jellal. “I-I heard from the florist that blue roses symbolize the mystery, the impossible and the unattainable.” Raising her hands holding the red roses, Erza hid her reddened face behind the flowers as she spoke in a small voice. “And I often feel that you are like the most unattainable blue rose in the world I desire the most.” 

She felt the heaviness in the air as silence enveloped her and Jellal after she revealed to Jellal what he meant to her, making it hard for her to breathe. And she wondered how Jellal felt about her words. 

What if she hurt him? 

“I’m sorry.” They spoke up at the same time 

Jellal immediately raised up a hand to stop Erza from saying anything further. “Listen to me first, Erza.” 

So she did. 

“I know how you feel. It pained me whenever I thought that you were someone whom I couldn’t have in my life. And you are certainly not the one who holds responsibility for these feelings we have. It’s me. We have to separate from each other because I’m a fugitive and because I don’t think that I deserve you.” 

“It’s not true, what you said about you not deserving me.” Erza protested. 

Jellal smiled fondly at Erza. “I still don’t think that I’m your best option at the moment. But I will work hard to become a better man to make myself truly worthy of you. My circumstances are changing that I think it’s really time for me to leave the past behind and open the door to a new future.” 

“What circumstances?” Erza asked before something clicked in her mind. “No, wait. You couldn’t mean that that rumors about the Magic Council……” 

Jellal nodded, grinning. “I’m a free man now, Erza. I want to tell you this news in person before you hear the official announcement from the Magic Council tomorrow. That’s why I come to see you.” 

Tears welled up in Erza’s eyes. Putting the red roses aside, she threw herself at Jellal, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“I feel so happy for you!” 

Hesitantly, Jellal encircled Erza’s waist with his arms to pull her into an embrace. “Thank you so much, Erza.” 

“We can finally meet whenever and wherever we want without worrying you being caught, Jellal. I don’t think I’d need to buy blue roses anymore.” 

“Then I think I should start sending you red roses every day instead. Do you know the meanings of red roses?” 

“Of course I know.” Chuckling, Erza answered happily and proudly.

Damn the Sorting Hat

5SOS Hogwarts AU
No Shipping


Michael balled up his sweaty palms and took a deep breath. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him as he lowered himself onto the stool to await his fate. The sorting hat was placed on his head, he gnawed nervously at his lip as it began to rummage through his mind.
“Oh- another Clifford. Slyth-” the hat stopped short. “Wait a minute…”
Michael could feel the hat stretching into the corners of his mind, evaluating his thoughts, desires and personality.
“Hufflepuff!” The hat cried out, to Michael’s horror. This wasn’t meant to happen. He was supposed to be a Slytherin…

The entire hall was silent until he sat down, then a snicker came from the Slytherin table. Michael’s head whipped round.
He couldn’t believe it, his own best friend Calum, making fun of him…
He had just started Secondary School, and everything was going wrong already. Calum’s snicker grew into a jeer as he saw how the others grinned and laughed along with him.
“Oh, poor Mikey… What will your mother say? She will be so disappointed in you, mummy’s boy!” He laughed again.
He felt awful, making fun of his best friend… But Calum would do anything to fit in, and he was already gaining the respect from his peers. This had to be done, if he were to be the popular boy he wanted to be.
Ashton had heard quite enough.
He stood up, slamming his palms against the oak table. His hair seemed to glint in the shards of light that cascaded from the roof above.
“Oi! Newbie Slytherin over there!” He yelled and tugged at his gold and red striped tie, loosening it. “You think you’re cool, do you? Well, guess what? You just look like a freaking prick to the rest of us. Good luck making new friends, dipstick.” He growled.

Michael stood, wide-eyed, as a cheer erupted through the Gryffindor table. Who was this boy, defending him? He looked a few years older, and was clearly popular. He was surrounded by people all fighting for his attention a few minutes ago - and he was certainly attractive.

“You don’t know me, you arsehole!” Calum snapped back.
Things seemed to happen so fast.
Ashton grabbed the nearest thing, a jacket potato, hot enough to scold his hand, and tossed it, smacking Calum right in the cheek. Another Slytherin quickly reacted, chucking back a handful of spaghetti, but instead it pelted an innocent Ravenclaw boy’s hair. He looked horrified, tomato sauce dripped down his cheeks. He flicked a strand of spaghetti away from his blue eye and looked around the room, everybody stared back at him. His eyes met with Michael, the boy who started it all. Then Calum’s, then Ashton’s.
“FOOD FIGHT!” He screamed, and flung back some carrot stew.

It was out of the teachers control, all hell had broken loose. Students were dripping in stews, greasy meat stains had been drawn across the tables, and the floor was coated in a thick, edible grime.
Dumbledore had to step in.
He whipped his wand in a circle, causing a harsh wind to race about the hall, hushing each and every student.
“Enough!” His powerful voice echoed through the now silent hall.
“Clifford, Irwin, Hood and Hemmings. You’re coming with me.” Snape snarled, looking at each boy as he said their name. The boys followed him from the hall with their heads hung low in shame. “Wait outside my office, do not enter until I say.” Snape’s voice was quick and sharp and he lashed his cloak behind him as he pulled his office door shut. The boys pressed their backs against the wall, all staring down into their hands.

Calum was the first to break the silence.
“I’m sorry, Mikey. I don’t know what got into me…” He frowned, feeling ashamed of himself.
Michael just nodded, not looking back to his old friend.
“I’m going to miss my guitar lesson…” Luke said with a sigh and pulled his watch away from his gaze, drumming his fingers against the wall.
“You play guitar?” Michael perked up, curious. “Me too, and Calum plays base.” He pointed a thumb at the boy in question, then let his hand fall to his side.
“I play drums.” Ashton butted in, a little, lopsided grin played on his lips.
“Maybe we could jam sometime.” Calum suggested with a shrug.
“Maybe.” Luke smiled half-heartedly.

“Come in!” Snape bellowed from the room. The boys took one last look at eachother before pushing open the large door that granted passage to Snape’s office.

One shot - Niall

Niall POV’S

     Eu não sabia a onde eu havia me metido, nem ao menos o porque, eu só sabia que havia casado com uma mulher que eu sinceramente.. Não amo, ergui a cabeça assim que ouvi a porta do banheiro ser fechada vi ela parar me encarando ela vestia um pijama curto, mas sei que ali não havia alguma intenção, a vi sorrir e desabotoei minha camisa social calmamente e obviamente incomodado.

-Me desculpa! -pedi baixo encarando os botões sendo aberto pelas minhas mãos-

-Como se a culpa fosse sua. -falou rindo baixo vindo em minha direção sentando ao meu lado-

-Eu sei que seu sonho era de casar com um cara que você amasse e que te

amasse também.

-Niall.. A culpa é dos nossos pais.

-Que droga. -desisti dos botões e apoiei meus cotovelos nos joelhos e apoiei meu rosto em minhas mão tentando inutilmente pensar em algo que pudesse me deixar pelo menos confortável essa noite- Olha. Vou pegar os meus travesseiros e uma coberta que deve ter ali no armário.. Sei que é nossa lua de mel mas acho que ficaria mais confortável se eu dormisse… No chão! -a vi concordar e peguei os travesseiros os jogando no chão, levantei abrindo o armário e pegando uma coberta que havia ali-

Você POV’S

Abri a porta da cada em que eu dividia com Niall, uma semana após nosso casamento e nada havia mudado, mas nós nos respeitávamos, como havia dois quartos cada um dormia em um, nossa lua mel não durou mais do que uma noite já que pela manhã viemos para “nossa” casa, sorri ao ver Niall e seus amigos jogados no sofá jogando vídeo game, fechei a porta recebendo o olhar de todos que sorriram.

-(s/n) eu sei que não avisei mas espero que não se importe, convidei meus amigos para trocar umas ideias um pouco. -respeito era a base do nosso casamento já que não existia amor-

-Ah tudo bem, eu vou estar no meu quarto caso precisem. -avisei indo para o quarto, coloquei meu pijama e deitei ligando a TV e não demorou muito para ser incomodada com batidas na porta, levantei indo abrir a mesma dando de cara com Niall sem camisa com uma calça de moletom e com um largo sorriso no rosto-

-Sei que isso é abuso, mas olha eu te ajudo se quiser, mas por favor pode fazer alguma coisa para mim e para os garotos?

-Que coisa? -perguntei rindo da cara do Niall implorando-

-Comida. Qualquer coisa.

Fui para a cozinha acompanhada de Niall e logo dos seus amigos que digamos que eram meus também, coloquei as coisas na pia e vi os garotos sentados enquanto Niall pegava tudo o que eu mandava até que um assunto curioso surgiu.

-Cara.. Vocês casaram forçado, mas além do beijo no casamente.. Vocês se beijaram mais alguma vez? -Isaac perguntou em um tom curioso e esperançoso-

-Não somos só amigos! -Niall respondeu me fazendo sorrir e concordar-

-Mas cara, vocês não sentem nada um pelo outro? -Foi a vez de Bryan tentar obter alguma resposta boa-

-Amizade. -respondi obvia-

-Isso não foi a resposta que eu esperava. -Bryan insistiu-

-Ela é uma mulher incrível, de deixar qualquer homem exceto eu babando, mas infelizmente não tem nada a mais entre nós dois. -Niall respondeu se apoiando no balcão me deixando um pouco incomodada com a sua resposta-

-Não fizeram nada como se fossem um casal? Nem fingem ser quando saem na rua? Mão dadas.. Nada? -Issac pedia por mais respostas me fazendo parar também para prestar atenção somente na conversa-

-A gente não sai juntos, as vezes ele me leva pro trabalho mas nada de mais. -respondi um pouco irritada mas ignoraram o fato do assunto estar me incomodando-

-E os pais de vocês? Os que fizeram vocês casar? -Isaac perguntou novamente recebendo o apoio de Bryan-

-Eles não se importam em como agimos, só querem que estejamos em baixo do mesmo teto e com as alianças e papeis e tal. -Niall disse parecendo chateado, como se quisesse que eles exigissem mais de nós-

-Vocês não tem vontade um pelo outro, por mais que seja bobeira um pingo pequeno de vontade de um beijo, ou de um carinho. -Bryan sorriu sapeca-

-Não existe nada além de amizade Bryan. -respondi recebendo o olhar de Niall-

-Que saco vocês. -Isaac cruzou os braços nos fazendo rir e terminar o que estávamos fazendo-

Dia seguinte:

    Levantei indo me arrumar para o trabalho, eu estava atrasada e acabei saindo desesperada pensando no café da manhã que Niall precisava.

-Niall desculpa eu.. -o vi sorrir e tampar minha boca-

-Relaxa a gente passa na padaria e compra algo para ir comendo. -falou indo para o carro me fazendo o seguir, o perfume de Niall dentro do carro me fez suspirar e colocar o cinto o encarei vendo ele ligar o carro e focar seu olhar na estrada-

-O que acha que pensam quando veem que somos casados mas não mantemos nenhum relacionamento como casal? -Perguntei a ele que riu docemente, ta ai uma coisa que eu não havia notado.. Ou havia mas nunca dei muita atenção sobre o quão belo é o sorriso de Niall-

-Que tivemos uma briga. Ou que estamos em crise no casamento, mas essa pergunta foi por causa do que os garotos perguntaram ontem?

-É sinceramente Niall, eu fui dormir pensando mas perguntas e percebi que realmente é estranho o modo em que agimos, a gente podia pelo menos disfarçar!

-Eu também fui dormir pensando nisso, e acho que seria desconfortável para nós dois agir dessa forma.

-Não custaria tentar, vamos ter que nos manter casados por 1 ano pelo menos, e agir assim em um ano vai ser estranho, não quero mudar os nossos hábitos mas podemos trocas algumas ações em publico pelo menos, começar de vagar, uma coisa de cada vez. -sugeri com uma vontade de ouvir um sim, eu não gosto dele, mas acho que o clima ficaria melhor se agíssemos um pouco em publico-

-É, podemos começar a andar de mão dadas. -sugeriu-

-E sair um pouco mais juntos, a gente nunca saiu junto. Pelo menos para nos divertir como amigos.

-E acho que um selinho para disfarçar um pouco, não tem que ser beijo, mas.. Um selinho já vale! -Niall falou logo fazendo uma careta como se estranhasse a própria ideia-

-Tudo bem.. Que começar com o que? -perguntei o vendo estacionar na padaria-

-Vamos descer e eu seguro a sua mão, andamos perto um do outro. -Falou saindo do carro fiz o mesmo e senti a mão fria de Niall na minha, caminhos pela padaria em busca de algo para comprar sem soltar a mão de Niall durante o caminho, entramos no carro e sorri para ele-

-Não foi tão difícil. -falei comendo pegando o pão de queijo para comer o vendo sorrir tímido com as bochechas coradas, ele estava com vergonha ou o com frio?-

-Eu confesso que fiquei um pouco nervoso.. Mas certo, não vi problema algum nisso.

Niall POV’S

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     Segurar a mão dela e sair juntos não era mais problema, eu sinceramente gostava de fazer isso, eram passeios divertidos, e depois disso até nossa amizade dentro de casa aumentou, eu descobri que gosto dessa ideia de, casamento, é bom ter alguém com você.

-Niall.. -despertei dos meus pensamentos ao ouvir a voz dela, calma e doce, eu gosto da voz dela, talvez eu esteja apaixonado pela voz dela, mas gosto ainda mais quando passo pela frente do banheiro e escuto a voz dela em uma canção-

-Sim? -perguntei encarando ela que estava parada em frente a uma vitrine com algumas roupas-

-Eu preciso comprar, vai libera meu dinheiro ai. -Ela se virou me encarando com uma carinha fofa enquanto me implorava, já que combinamos que eu controlaria o dinheiro já que ela estava gasta do muito com si mesma e esquecendo que tínhamos uma vida a dois e que ela não morava mais com os pais dela-

-Ta, mais não gasta muito. -a vi pular e puxar minha mão me fazendo entrar com ela, sentei no banco que havia la e a vi me mostrar alguns vestidos pedindo minha opinião, a mulher que ajudava ela a encarava estranho pelo modo em que ela me chamava-

-O que acha desse? -concordei a vendo ir ate o provado e logo gritar meu nome, me aproximei do provador e a vi abrir a porta, o vestido marcava bem suas lindas curvas, a encarei dos pés a cabeça e não pude deixar de notar o decote-

-Eu não gostei. -comentei sentindo o sangue ferver dentro de mim-

-Mas foi o único que você concordou que era bonito! -vi sua expressão confusa e rolei os olhos-

-É mas não gostei.

-Eu achei bonito. Ficou bem no meu corpo. -insistiu-

-Não vou deixar você gastar o dinheiro nessa porcaria. -as palavras saíram da minha boca me fazendo franzir a testa estranhando minhas próprias palavras-

-Niall! -me repreendeu enquanto eu cruzava os braços-

-Muito decotado isso ai.

-E dai?

-E dai que você é casada! -alterei meu tom de voz e percebi que a atendente nos olhava preocupada-

-Como se eu ou você estivesse se importando. -tentou falar mais que eu-

-Eu estou me importando, não queria ao menos agir como um casal, como é que quer sair com esse decote comigo? -continuei aumentando o tom de voz-

-Abaixa a sua voz comigo Niall james Horan, e quem disse que eu vou sair com você?

-Eu.

-Desde quando tem autoridade sobre mim.

-Desde quando eu fui forçado a dizer sim. -todos da loja nos olhavam me fazendo a empurrar pro provador- tira isso ai que a gente vai embora.

-Eu vou pegar mais uma roupa.

-Vai levar porcaria nenhuma, pare de ficar se assanhando por ai sendo que é casada.

-Eu nem tenho amor desse casamento. -ela saiu irritada me empurrando, calei a boca e respirei fundo-

-Vamos para uma loja de sapato, esse vestido ficou feio, nenhum homem vai te olhar na rua, vai por mim, sou homem e sei das vontades masculinas. -falei calmo a vendo rolar-

-Niall.. -tampei sua boca e encarei seus olhos sentindo algo arder em meu peito-

-Deixa esse vestido ai, eu to dou quantos sapatos quiser e te levo para jantar fora hoje a noite. -sugeri a vendo entrar no provador e logo sair vestida entregando o vestido para a vendedora, peguei sua mão a puxando da loja e na porta em alguns minutos de coragem me virei bruscamente, segurei seu rosto delicadamente e deixei um selinho nos lábios dela a vendo ficar espantada, e a puxei para alguma loja qualquer de sapato.

Você POV’S

     O vi continuar me encarando esperando uma resposta, mas espera aquilo era um selinho.

-Anda ou a gente vai pra casa sem sapato algum. -Niall falou nervoso-

-Podemos ir comer alguma coisa? -pedi o vendo sorrir fraco e virar as costas saindo dali, o segui até o ver parar em algum lugar, fizemos os pedidos e Niall permaneceu calado brincando com os próprios dedos e os encarando-

-Desculpa por aquilo. Eu estava sem paciência alguma.

-Porque ficou com ciumes?

-Eu não estava com ciumes. -ele ergueu a cabeça rápido me encarando bravo-

-Então porque não me deixou comprar aquele vestido?

-Porque eu quero respeito, estamos casados você querendo ou não e no minimo quero respeito e não quero ouvir pessoa falando: ah olha a esposa do Niall com um decote. Não suja meu nome por favor.

-Você sujou o meu quando eu tive colocar Horan no meu nome.

-Isso é o sobrenome da minha família, e se não ta feliz pede o divorcio já, e acaba com seu pai e com o meu junto.

-E com você também né! -falei obvia-

-Comigo? Porque acabaria comigo?

-Porque você está gostando de mim.

-Eu não.

-Ótimo, então eu quero o divorcio.

-Não. -Niall negou quase gritando-

-Por que? Não disse que queria isso.

-Esse casamento envolve meu pai e não vou fazer isso com ele.

-É só dinheiro, se você se importa com o papai, da o seu dinheiro pra ele. -falei brava me levantando e Niall me encarou confuso-

-O que vai fazer?

-Eu vou pra casa pegar minhas coisas. -sai dali logo ouvindo Niall me chamar, me virei e ele correu em minha direção parando em minha frente-

-Falta só 11 meses, nossos pais ganham o que querem e a gente se divorcia.

-E ficar fingindo que realmente te amo.

-A cala a boca se não me amasse não teria me provocado esses dias.

-Te provocado? -perguntei fazendo uma cara de atingida mas eu sabia que aquilo era verdade-

-É, ficar de biquine pela casa, sabendo que eu estava sensível.

-Te provocar? Pra que eu faria isso?

-Porque quer chamar a minha atenção, porque quer transar comigo, porque me ama.

-Que mentira. -fiz uma cara de inconformada-

-Ah sei, mentira. -o vi se virar e falar algo com um garçom dali e sair bravo rumo ao carro, o segui brava e assim que entrei bati a porta frustrada-

-Quer fazer o favor de ser carinhosa pelo menos com o meu carro? -Niall gritou ligando o mesmo-

-Me deixa na casa da minha mãe. -Falei ignorando Niall-

-Não.

-Então para o carro.

-Pra que?

-Eu vou a pé!

-Deixa de ser louca garota.

-Porque faz tanta questão de estar comigo? -gritei com raiva já da discussão-

-Porque eu te amo, porque você é uma idiota e me fez ficar cada vez mais caidinho toda vez que faz uma birra, me fez essa proposta de agir como um casal na rua me mostrando que estar perto de você é bom, e que te ver com aquele pijama me faz ficar excitado caramba.

-É o que? -perguntei inconformada o vendo estacionar o carro e deitar sobre o volante me fazendo sorrir-

-Sua vez de admitir que me ama. -falou logo rindo baixo-

-Ta tão na cara? -perguntei o vendo erguer a cabeça e me encarar sensualmente-

-Ta. -falou rindo em seguida-

-Então nos casamos forçados e continuamos nos apaixonando a cada dia?

-E a gente perdeu a lua de mel.

-Você é safado sabia?

-Tudo o que eu sei é que cada dia aquele pijama encolhia, e suas coxas, peitos e bunda cresciam junto com o meu pau.

-Toda a briga pra casar e agora vamos acabar na cama?

-Eu aqui falando que to excitado e você ta ai lembrando da briga do casamento? Caralho esquece porra, a gente ta apaixonado, e casado, com a liberdade de transar e beijar e qualquer coisa do genero a hora que a gente quiser. -Ele gritou me fazendo rir-

-Que merda, eu não quero divorcio ou.. -calei ele com um beijo, nosso primeiro verdadeiro, e sincero beijo, aonde se encontrava o inicio da nossa história-

xbuddiex

Um coco, nada a ver com nada, desculpem, mas acho que a gripe afetou meu celebro hahaha prometo que vou melhorar nos próximos one shots.

Teen Wolf Scott - Crazy Part Two

Read Part One Here.
Word Count: 863
This isn’t exactly as requested, I hope you like it anyway!
Requests are open, all requests are appreciated!  I am in multiple fandoms, please send requests here!

“Scott, are you busy?  I really need to talk to you.”  Your voice was quiet and small.  “Actually yeah, I am kinda busy.”  Your heart sank.  
“Scott, this is really important.  Like really important.”  He paused and you could hear him sigh before telling you to head over.

Stiles was in Scott’s room when you entered and you took a deep breath before just jumping straight in.  “For a while now, I’ve been hearing strange things.  I can hear weird things, in the smallest things and I’ve had like pulsing and buzzing in my head.  My parents noticed, they called a doctor and-”  You paused, fighting off tears as you wrung your hands.  “I’m being sent to Eichen house.”  Scott and Stiles looked panicked and glanced at each other before throwing themselves and attaching themselves to you in a massive, squashy hug.  “We have something to tell you.”  Stiles blurted and Scott looked unsure but then nodded his head.  “You’re not crazy.”
“Well I’d hope not, but you don’t really know that.  I could be.”  Scott shook his head and led you over to his bed, motioning for you to sit down.  “This is going to sound crazy, but I’m a werewolf.”  You shook your head, sure that now you were seeing things as well as hearing things and that you definitely were crazy.  “Scott, you’re going to have to show her.  I’m going to call Lydia over.”  Scott wrung his hands but Stiles nodded and he turned his back to you, before turning back.  His eyes were glowing a golden yellow colour and his cheeks were now covered in hair, or you supposed, fur.  He had fangs poking out over his lips and his nose was different too.  You suppressed a scream, scuttling backwards on the bed until your back was against the wall.  He turned back to his normal self and hung back as you took deep breaths.  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, it’s not something you can just spring on someone.  You are something too, you’re what’s called a banshee.  It’s hard to explain, Lydia is probably best to explain it to you as she is a banshee too.”  Seeing your expression Scott sighed and perched on the edge of his bed.  “Kira is a kitsune, a thunder kitsune to be exact.  A kitsune is kind of a fox spirit thing I guess, she doesn’t turn into a fox but she can control electricity sort of.  Malia is a werecoyote and Isaac and Liam are also werewolves.  Stiles is human.”  Your fear turned into rage.  “So everyone except me knew?!”  Scott stood up again and Stiles glanced over at you nervously from where he was on the phone.  “Well gee thanks.  I can really feel the love over here.”  Scott went to interrupt but you stopped him.  “I really don’t need the whole ‘I was trying to protect you’ yada yada, now I’m getting shipped off to the loony bin so if that’s what you’re going to say then your plan kind of backfired.”  Scott looked at a loss for words and Stiles turned back around, hanging up the phone in his hands.  “We’ll sort this out, don’t worry.  Lydia’s on her way.”

“Well what am I supposed to do now?  Now that I know I’m not crazy, I can hardly just go tell my parents that I’m a banshee and that I don’t need to go to Eichen house, even if I did they can’t exactly phone the doctor and say ‘Oh yes, don’t worry about the whole Eichen house thing, our daughter is a banshee, a mythical creature, she’s not actually crazy.  Then they would get sent their too.”  The whole ‘pack’ was there by that point, trying to think their way out of this situation.  “Try saying you just felt ill.”  
“I’ve been like this for a good few weeks Isaac, nice idea but that’s not going to work.”  
“How about you tell them your boyfriend broke up with you.  I know you don’t have a boyfriend but say you were keeping it from them and now that he’s lfet you it’s really affected you, you know, ‘haven’t you seen Twilight?  It’s normal’.”  You shook your head, stressing more and more as the time went by.  “I know!”  Scott blurted and the entire pack jumped at his outburst, turning to stare at Scott.  “We get my Mum to talk to your parents, she’s a nurse and she knows about all of this-”  
You butted in.  “Even your Mum knew about this?!”  Scott looked sheepish and shrugged and you folded your arms across your chest, once you sorted out this drama they were getting it.  “Anyway, she can say you’ve been in to see her, that it’s nothing serious that you’ve just been having some problems with bladee-bladee-bla.”  The pack looked thoughtful for a few moments and you shrugged.  “It’s worth a go.”


“I can’t believe that actually worked.”  You felt incredibly relieved and slumped back into your seat before turning to face Stiles and Scott.  “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”  You raised your eyebrows pointedly and they shuffled around uncomfortably.  This would be fun.

Hello Chibi: Demo Version

Title:  Hello Chibi: Demo Version

Author:  Layittofire

Pairing: Kaisoo (Kyungsoo / Jongin)

Genres: soulmate au, romance, fluff

Rated: PG

Length: oneshot

Summary:  Kyungsoo stared in mild  Kyungsoo just thought that having a kitten or something magically appear one day for him to take care of would be a lot less nerve wracking than… whatever THIS was… at the little… thing staring balefully up at him from the diner table.

Devil Curls (Calum Hood One Shot)

Loudly sighing, you untied your hair and once again started the ridiculous routine of trying to tame back the natural wild curls you had hated ever since you could remember. “Everything okay in there Y/N?” you heard Calum cautiously question, “Yes Cal, everything’s just fine” you sarcastically answered while you continued to fight with your hair. Reaching down to the silver trinket box that held your bobby pins you realised that the red velvet lining was all that the box had to offer - thus confirming that you had used upwards of 30 hair pins and your hair still needed more. The frustration from the daily hair battle (and nervousness from the fact that this was the first time you were going to introduce Calum to your friends) finally began to overwhelm you. Harshly ripping all the grips from your hair you broke down. As the tears of irritation rolled down your cheeks you heard a soft knock at the door followed by Cal awkwardly standing in the doorway. You didn’t want to look at him. He probably thought this was so stupid. You didn’t think he would understand how much you hated the indestructible spirals that framed your face. “Y/N?” Calum shifted as he spoke, only then realising that you were in tears, “Babe, what’s wrong?” He continued as he crouched down and sat to your left, never taking his eyes off you. You didn’t want to answer him but then felt a tight knot of guilt deep in your stomach, after all it wasn’t Calum’s fault that you had been cursed with devil curls. Relaxing your tense shoulders as you turned to face him you spoke, “I hate..I hate my hair okay..it’s ugly and unmanageable and makes me too hot all the time and it never sits right, it takes three days to dry naturally and because of that I spend half the week looking like a damn sad poodle an-..” stopping you mid rant, Cal gently picked up a rouge ringlet and studied it. “This is what’s got you upset?” he softly spoke, “You shouldn’t hate them Y/N, I know I dont”. You looked at him in utter shock, “What do you mean you don’t hate them they are awful and you’re always telling me how much I suit my straightened hair” you shot back. “I do tell you that you suit it, and I do like you with straight hair - mostly because I know how happy it makes you” he paused, letting go of the lock of hair he was holding. “But if you remember correctly, the night we met you were rocking those rebellious curls” as he spoke a wide smile appeared across his face. “As well as those black lacey underwear” he teased. Playfully hitting him in the arm you smiled back, “Shut up Cal” you replied. Looking back at you Calum’s gaze fell from the object of conversation - your crazy mane, right into your eyes. Surprising you he spoke “I love you Y/N, I love your green eyes, I love the face you make when you have brain freeze, I love the way you can’t resist dancing along to your favourite songs, and I fucking love your curls too”, you felt your cheeks flush as he described your traits. Typical of Cal, he sensed you needed some reassurance so taking your hand and interlocking your fingers, he pressed on “I love all those things, why? Because they’re you, every little expression and quirk you have, it’s you and honestly Y/N, I can’t get enough”. Noticing that your talk had become somewhat mushy, Calum pulled back but kept his hand firmly intertwined with yours. After a few moments of silence you could tell that the position he had put himself in by opening up and confessing how he really felt was making him uncomfortable, so you slowly leaned in, and kissed him softly, “I love you too, Cal” you whispered.

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¡Holi! ¿Cómo andáis por aquí? Espero que estéis teniendo un bonito comienzo de semana :)

Solo quería contaros que tengo un One-shot (una petición de Ask de hace algún tiempo) en camino que seguramente salga esta noche y quizá algún que otro Drabble para mañana. 

También mañana, lo más seguro es que suba un nuevo capítulo de “History will absolve us”. Me está gustando mucho escribirla ahora que ya empieza la historia de verdad ^^

¡Nos vamos viendo, cariñotes! :D

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