opening yourself up to joy and getting stabbed in the chest

Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am no good for you //  SHAWN MENDES

Tap…tap, tap… the sound echoes around my silent bedroom. My eyes flick open, body still at the sound. Waiting. Tense. It’s probably just the wind blowing the trees against my window pane. I shut my eyes again.

Tap, tap, tap… tap. This time I sit up. Maybe it’s just a bird? I look to the alarm clock, the light harsh against my eyes. 2:25 AM. What kind of bird is up at this time? I listen for the noise again. Nothing. I let out a sigh of relief and sink back into my blankets.

TAP, TAP, TAP. It’s more urgent this time. Ripping my blankets off my body I walk to the window. I reach to open the blind, hand faltering just I was about to open them. Isn’t this the part of like every horror movie ever where the girl opens the curtains and then they get stabbed by a masked killer?

TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP. I slam the curtains open. A black and white mask covers half his face in a skull pattern, the rest of him dressed in black. Bright brown eyes meet mine. Well shit. I hastily open the window and he climbs through.

“Gees women how long does it take you to open a window?” Shawn asks me, his voice muffled through the fabric.

“Oh I’m sorry,” I say placing one hand on my hip. “I didn’t know I was expecting company at 2:30 in the morning,”

He just grins at me. “Missed you too,” Shawn says cheekily.

I roll my eyes, hands reaching out to pull him by his cotton jacket towards me. I wrap my arms around his waist, leaning my head against his chest. He smells what he always smells like, soap and fresh air, which given by his choice in past time it’s not unusual.

One of his hands lifts up to stroke the back of my head, he rests a kiss on my forehead, while the other hand stays glued to his stomach.

I look at him suspiciously. “What happened to you?” I ask, pulling back completely and crossing my arms over my chest. Shawn knew my disapproval about him being in a gang, but of course he was stubborn and refused to leave until his contract was up. I never understood it.

He gives me a wry smile. “Not much,” he answers taking a step back, his face hardening.

“Liar” I say glaring at him. “It will be much easier in the long run if you tell me now,” We stare at each other. I sigh, uncrossing my arms. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, I’m worried about you, alright?” His expression softens.

“I know you do,” He says. Gently, he lifts his arm away and rolls up the bottom of his shirt. A bruise the size of my fist, black and blue, lines the side of his stomach. A gasp escapes me.

What did they do to you?” I cry, holding my arms to my chest. I knew what Shawn did was dangerous, never before however have I seen him hurt. 

“Its not what you think,” he says, tugging his shirt down. “Its just,” He falters. 

“Just what?” I say my voice rising. “Did they do that to you?” I ask. He doesn’t say anything. I turn away, not being able to look him in the eyes.

“I can’t believe this,” I mumble although its more to myself then to Shawn. I couldn’t stand seeing him hurt. 

“Baby its ok-”

“Don’t you dare tell me its okay,” I snap cutting him off. I can feel angry tears beginning to well in my eyes. “They hurt you. What’s going to happen next? Stab wound maybe? Broken bone? Fucking bullet wound?” 

I’ve kept this anger to myself ever since I found about Shawn being in a gang that he’s tied to until hes 22. His past is a mess. He got caught up with bad people and now he’s paying the price. 

“Y/N…” He trails off. 

“See! You can’t even defend yourself, you know i’m right,” 

“They had a perfectly good reason,” He tries to reason.

“And what reason was that? You didn’t get the proper drugs or wasn’t there enough cash?” I’m fully crying now. 

“They wanted to use you, dammit Y/N” Shawn runs a hand through his brown locks. I freeze. 

“What?” my voice sounds small, a faint chill creeping in from the open window. 

Slowly Shawn removes the fabric. More bruises appear on the once milky skin of his jaw. 

“They wanted to use you as bait for the drug lord in the west of the city,” His eyes flick up to mine, darkness swirls in the inkiness of them. “I told them over my dead body would they ever lay a fucking hand on you,” Tears continue to spring from my eyes at Shawn’s revelation. 

“Of course, lets just say they didn’t like my language nor defiance and this is what happened,” he shrugs his shoulders as though nothing happened.

I sniffle, trying to stop the tears. Gosh, it made me seem so weak in front of him. 

“I don’t know what to say,” I manage. 

“You don’t have to say anything, I have everything covered,” I don’t believe him. They hit him because he wouldn’t let them use me, I was his soft spot. What if they used me again against him? I couldn’t bare to see Shawn do something terrible just to save me. 

Wiping my eyes, I stand up taller, trying to remove all emotion from my face. Seeing Shawn standing there though, tall and handsome, I felt my stomach knot with what I was about to do. 

“When people first saw us together, in public,” I begin, my eyes never leaving his. “They thought I was crazy. They told me you were no good for me,” I let out a weak chuckle. “I’m.. I’m beginning to think that they’re right,” I can’t look at him in the face anymore. 

“I don’t want to be with you anymore, not like this,” I whisper. My body slightly slumps and I want to cry all over again. 

“No,” Shawn says. My head snaps up.

“What do you mean no? I’m breaking up with you Shawn- you can’t just say no,” I say, my eyes narrowing.

“I know what you’re doing.” A small part of me is filled with joy that he didn’t agree to break up. “You think that by us splitting up is going to make them stop coming after you to get back at me or to make me comply. It doesn’t work that way sweetheart,” He smirks at me, his confidence rolling off him in waves. Now I knew why he was such a valued member in the gang. He could keep his cool in just about any situation. 

“You can leave me but that doesn’t mean I just magically stop loving you.” Shawn takes a step forward, cautious that I might run off. When I don’t, he takes a few more until the tips of his shoes are inches from my sock covered feet.

“And maybe they’re right. Maybe I am no good for you. But honestly, does it matter? The best moments in my life have been moments spent with you and if you think for one goddamn second that I’m going to let you slip through my fingers, you’re wrong. I will do anything to protect you- anything. I don’t care what they do to me, I love you and I’m staying with you till I die baby,” 

I grin, “Staying in the gang might bring that day closer,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, leaving a kiss to his bruised jaw as I felt a chuckle vibrate through his body. 

“I only have 6 months left then I’m out. Then its just you, me and the open road, we can go anywhere. We could start a family!” excitement fills his eyes and I giggle tugging him towards the bed, watching as he slips off his shoes.

“We have to get through right now first,” He slides out his jeans and grabs my hand, tugging me back to him. 

“We will, trust me,” He says. The smile on his face is so certain that can’t help but forget my worries. 

“I love you,” Shawn says, kissing me softly.

“I love you more,” I say as I pull back and tug him towards the bed.

“Oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah,” I ask moving the covers so he can slip in next to me. 

“Never break up with me again,”

Somebody Else Pt 5

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 6

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Smut, Angst, college AU

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Warnings: Cheating, Explicit sexual content.

Summary: You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10,  at 12 you became best friends,  at 14 you had your first kiss,  at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.

Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.

A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

An apathetic Tae looked at you before leaving “Yeah, I’m sorry too for thinking you were more than this”. The comment felt like a punch in your face, your heart trembling at the sight of the man who had given you an opportunity without asking for nothing in return, walking away from you and your rotten soul.

The next few days you felt like complete shit, you had thought a thousand ways to text or say something to Taehyung but you didn’t find the right words, the damage was done, you had been wrong, there were no excuses really, and you knew it. The only thing you could do was apologize to him correctly, you didn’t think he would forgive you, but you had to try it.

After all Tae had been an angel, it was him who was there all those times that Jungkook left you for Bora, all those times that you felt depressed and the bad thoughts returned, he had been your pillar in these last months and you felt like trash for not having considered his feelings, because you really didn’t, you still were with Jungkook and every time he disappointed you, you ran into the arms of the blond haired boy. You were, after all, the same or worse than your ex.

Even Minah had been angry with you, but being your friend she had forgiven you two days after, nevertheless she didn’t stop telling you how bad you had been, and you were already tired. You felt really bad and you knew that you had fucked things up; you didn’t need anyone to remind you of it.

“Aren’t you going to talk to Tae?” Minah asked for the tenth time.

“I’ll talk to him when I know what to say, I want to do things right,” you replied dryly, already tired of responding the same thing to your friend.

“You know? The problem is that you don’t even know what you want, because even if you try to deny it Jungkook is still in your heart and Tae really doesn’t deserve to be with you when you’re still in love with someone else.”

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Stay Awake

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1 500

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: The reader is badly hurt, there is blood and the possibility of death. If you’re not comfortable with stuff like that please proceed with caution.

Summary: The reader is badly hurt and Dean confesses his love for her when he’s afraid she might die.

Author’s Note: So I started writing this fic as an Imagine this morning but it kind of got away from me and now we have a One Shot! It was originally going to be short and “Imagine Dean confessing his love for you when you’re badly hurt on a hunt.” but now it’s 1 500 words, oops! So this obviously isn’t a request but I’m still excited about it, so enjoy!  –xoxo Katie

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       “Y/N!” Dean’s voice rang in your ears as your knees hit the ground, the whole world tilting as you fell. You felt warm blood seeping through the fingers you had pressed against your side as you braced for impact on the hard dirt ground, but instead were greeted by Dean’s strong arms. “Y/N,” Dean said again, brushing a piece of hair out of your face and then pressing his hand on the wound where your fingers had now fallen away. You cried out at the contact but didn’t move - you knew he had to stop the bleeding, even in your bleary state.

       “Dean?” You turned your head towards his chest and tasted blood as you spoke.

       “I’m here, Y/N, I’m here.” His voice sounded panicked and his eyes were wide. You tried to focus on his face but your eyelids felt heavy. “You have to stay awake, Y/N, please! Look at me!” He gripped your shoulders and pulled you against him. “Stay awake!”

       “I’m fine, Dean,” you mumbled, though you doubted he heard you over his yelling for Sam to get the car. “I’m okay…”

       Dean’s attention quickly snapped back to you and you saw tears welling up in his eyes, even as darkness started to bloom in the corners of your vision. You reached for his hand with your shaky, blood-soaked one. He didn’t try to pull away.

       “You have to stay awake, Y/N, please,” his voice broke, “just a few more minutes.” You tried to squeeze his hand but you were too weak, and instead ended up disconnecting from him completely. Dean inhaled sharply and pulled your limp arm against his chest, your hand over his heart. The rhythm was soothing. “Please, Y/N, you can’t leave me.”

      You’d never seen Dean act like this, so open and vulnerable. It took incredible effort but you managed to say, “I’m okay, Dean,” and pulled the corners of your mouth up in a tight smile.

      Dean shook his head and closed his eyes, tears running down his cheeks. “You’re not okay, you were hit bad Y/n, we’ve gotta get you to a hospital.”

      You opened your mouth to speak but never got farther than that, your lips hanging open as your head lolled off to the side. Not quite unconscious, but so, so tired…

      “Y/N!” Dean shook your shoulders a little harder than he probably should have, then yelled for Sam to hurry up. His deep voice boomed in your ears, yet still seemed so far away. “Y/N please, you can’t leave me, not now, not before I…” he choked on his words and you managed to open your eyes just long enough to look into his, a silent nudge to say whatever he needed to say. You knew you didn’t have long now, and so did he. Another tear slid down his cheek. “You can’t leave me before I tell you that … I love you.”

      Everything slowed.

      You weren’t sure if that was from the blood loss or what Dean said but the world seemed to grind to a halt around you, everything falling away except the man holding you against his chest. Dean Winchester. The love of your life, the reason you got out of bed in the morning, the person who made you want to keep fighting an uphill battle, loved you.

      You felt tears welling up in your eyes that you were powerless to stop, tears that you had somehow managed to keep at bay when a deadly hole was torn through your side but couldn’t possibly think of stopping when the reality of what you were about to lose was so clear and terrifying. Dean. You were about to lose Dean, and he was about to lose another person he cared about, another person he loved.


      No. He wasn’t going to lose you, not today, not ever.

      With all your remaining strength you lifted your hand and bunched it up in the front of Dean’s plaid shirt, pulling him down as close to you as you could – though you knew you didn’t really do much, and your hand was a dead weight more than anything else – and said, “I – love you – too,” between shaky breaths. For the briefest second Dean’s eyes seemed to light up, a quick exhale punctuating his momentary joy, but that joy was quickly replaced with fear as your eyes slid shut and your body went limp in his arms. The darkness closed in and you drifted into unconsciousness, the rumble of the Impala’s engines being the lullaby that sung you to sleep.

      You woke up to the uncomfortably familiar beeping of a heart monitor and a pounding in your head that made you squint your eyes. The room you were in was decked out in white, the sheets passably soft and the mattress only slightly lumpy. A hospital. You hated hospitals, even though as a hunter you found yourself in them more often than you’d like, you still never got used to the weird smell or the idea that you were supposed to let a complete stranger stab you with needles and drag thread through you skin.

      Everything hurt.

      Your eyes drifted down to the IV in your arm that you longed to pull out, but you knew that was a bad idea and left if it, then looked to your other side. To your surprise you found a bigger, calloused hand wrapped around your own, a hand that was attached to a sleeping Dean Winchester. Your chest felt tight. You heard the heart monitor beeping faster than it was a few seconds ago and the memories of what happened came flooding back to you. Getting shot, Dean holding you so close you could have kissed him right there, and…

      Dean stirred when your fingers twitched against his own and the relief on his face when he saw you made your heart swell. Dean Winchester, the love of your life, the man who loved you, was staring at you with the kind of adoration that could never be adequately put into words.

      You let out a breathy laugh and smiled at Dean broadly, pleased to find you no longer had the coppery taste of blood on your tongue when you started to speak. “Dean, how long have you been sitting there?” Your voice sounded gravelly and you wondered how long it had been since you talked last.

      “Almost 24 hours,” he said with a grave expression. You felt a crushing guilt for doing that to him, even though you knew there was nothing you could have done to stop it. “I was so worried you weren’t going to make it that I…”

      You were suddenly gripped by fear. “You didn’t make any deals did you?!”

      Dean’s eyes softened at that and he squeezed your hand as he spoke, a gesture you were happy you finally had the strength to return. “No, I didn’t do anything stupid. But if you hadn’t pulled through, Y/N,” he looked down at your joined hands, “I don’t know what I would have done.”

      You inched over on the bed and made a space for him, pulling on his hand to tell him to move. You couldn’t say anything because you both knew exactly what he would have done, and the reality of that was too much to deal with right now. So instead you leaned against his chest and put your hand on his heart, the steady beat still calming.

      After sitting in silence for a few minutes Dean finally spoke, asking the question you knew had been weighing on his mind since he found out you were going to be okay and it was alright to think about such things. “Y/N?” he started cautiously. You made a humming noise in reply. “Do you remember anything from before you blacked out? Anything I said?” You smiled at his shyness and sat up slightly, ignoring the pain in your side where the bandages were wrapped.

      “I love you, too, Dean Winchester.” You said while looking into his eyes. Then without giving him a chance to speak you pressed your lips against his own, to which he immediately responded and placed his hand on the side of you face, avoiding your waist so he wouldn’t hurt you.

      Your lips moved against his, the kiss slow and meaningful, but before you got any further the door to your room banged open and Sam burst in, clearly too relieved that you were okay to care about the fact that you were currently making out with his brother. You reluctantly pulled away from the eldest Winchester and watched as Sam took the seat Dean had been in when you woke up.

      You and Dean didn’t say anything else as Sam talked but you moved back down and leaned against his side, savoring his smell and warmth.

      You were alive, Dean was alive, and you loved each other. Nothing could bring you down now. Nothing.


Part 1 // Part 3?

Anger mixes with disbelief as Rick’s words runs through your mind like a mantra and you pull the bathrobe closer around your body. You start kneading your hands, looking up as the door opens and Negan steps in.
“Huh, where’s Rick? Thought he’d be here and screwing your brains out.” Negan smirks while you slowly stand up with a small smile.
Lasciviously swinging the hips you press yourself on him, running your hand over his chest down to the crotch.
“Rick thought I could take care of you while he’s scavenging.”
Shuddering you watch how he comes closer with the face while bucking his growing erection against your hand. Before he has the chance to kiss you, you turn the face away.
“No kissing, that’s the only rule.” You mumble and he sighs, slightly annoyed.

“The only rule? Sounds to me that I can do what-fucking-ever I want with you.”

His voice turned from a rough growl into pure sex and a small flame of arousal seeps through your body. Brown orbs meeting yours as he rips the bathrobe open and bends you over the armchair you were sitting on.
“Let’s see if I can make you as wet as Ricky.”
A gasp leaving your throat as he smacks your ass.
“I want to you to call me ‘my leader’, got it?”
Another smack while he’s opening your legs by kicking against your inner feet.
“Ye-yes, my leader.” You mumble, a hot tear streaming down your flushed cheek.

What follows is the most hurting thing you’ve ever experienced during sex. But you can’t deny the erotic thrill you’re getting from it.
Negan pounds his glove covered index- and middle finger in your almost dry pussy while continuing the spanking. The vibration of whenever his hand meets the skin, sending a wave of pleasure to your core.
Slightly ashamed, because you start to like it more and more you bury your face in the soft fabric of the armchair.
“No! I wanna fucking hear you.” He barks and pulls your head back.
“My leader.. god.” You cry out as he pumps the fingers harshly in and out.
“So fucking wet.” He mumbles fascinated by what he had created with some simple smacks and his fingers in your cunt. “I’m gonna fuck your ass. Would you like that?”
‘No!’ You want to shout, but then you remember Rick words and give Negan a nod and a small whispered ‘my leader’.
Immediately your hole starts clenching tight as he drives his finger in your body, twisting and pumping it. You’re squeezing your eyes shut, trying to dream you away.
“Sh, just let it happen.” He coos you, snipping against your swollen clit. “Rick never took you anal?”
“No.” You mumble with closed eyes. “My-my leader.”
“Scream stop…” Another finger slides in your tight hole. “.. when you want to.”
Your breath hitches turning into unregular panting as he scissors his fingers, spreading you open for him. At least he’s leaving your burning skin alone as he penetrates you in a fast pace before slipping them out. He doesn’t even take the time to undress himself and just opens his belt and pants quickly. Relieved groaning he slaps his dick a few times against your ass before lubing it with your juices.
“Easy, please.” You cry out as Negan drives in. “My leader, please.”
Negan grunts and holding still, giving you time to adjust his size before he circles his hips. Slowly thrusting he leans forward and wraps his hand around your throat, putting some pressure on it.
“How does it feel?”
“Good, my leader. Good..” You croak and look up in his lust blown eyes.

It wasn’t even a lie.

His balls smacking against your swollen clit, sending a tingling hot wave right to your pleasure centrum. More and more juices running down your inner thighs as he’s taking your harder while digging his fingertips in your throat.
Negan’s a musician, you’re an instrument and he knows exactly how to play you.
It could’ve been perfect with the sweet pain, born out of bliss and his groans next to your ear as the door opens and Rick comes in.
“Rick, I swear your girl tryin’ to fuckin’ kill me with her tight lil ass.” Negan straightens up, snickering and pounding.
“Yeah, I can see that.” Rick says good tempered.
“But no kissing?” Now he sounds pouty and your head shoots to Rick.
Piercing blue eyes flashing at you and afraid you turn away while Negan asks if he wants to join.

“Sure, sure.”

Quietly gasping as Negan pulls out you follow his order to sit down on his lap with your back pressed on his chest. You tilt the face away from Rick as Negan enters you again before Rick grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him while he’s opening his pants.
You’re swallowing hard, biting back the moan which wants to escape your lips as he sinks in your with juice moistens cunt.
But Rick can read your pussy and body reaction like other read in people’s eyes.
Fingertips digging in your jaw and hips as Rick starts pounding in you while Negan bounces his hips up. Their warm, irregular breathes touching your heated skin, letting your skin prickles as a sweat builds all over your body.
You’re trying to meet their thrusts, moving and arching the hips as they fill you out. But with Rick’s penetration he shoots you right in a bubble of bliss where you can barely hear your own screams. Or how you bury your nails in Rick’s shoulder, ripping the skin there open and Negan pushes you back to his chest, covering your tits with his hands.
Negan’s praising you, even when you can’t hear what he’s saying, his voice is like the sweet cherry on top of the bittersweet sundae of ecstasy.
Your vision fades black as your lower stomach tightens, shortly before it’s getting released and pleasure seeps like electricity through your body. You clenching around their cocks, holding them there where you need it the most and for sure leaving a wet, creamy tail on them.

The next thing you realize is that you’re kneeling on the ground, both men holding and jerking their dicks towards you.
“.. not that I don’t appreciate a good ol’ facial cumshot, but she’s barely with us.” Negan says and a second later Rick’s tugging your hair.
Pain rushing through your scalp as he’s bringing you in an upright position. You open the eyes and also more or less willingly the mouth as Rick brushes his cock against it before he turns you towards Negan.
He seems to be torn between fucking your throat and punching Rick for treating you like… yeah what?

Like a whore?
Like a pet?

You make the decision for him and lock your lips around the head, sucking and humming in joy while you make a grab for Rick’s cock, tugging and pumping him. Negan’s cock tasting like precome mixed with the sweet note of your wetness and you swallow him deeper.
The muscles in your arms feel tired and sore like your holes from which you’re still dripping on the carpet, a forever evidence that this really happened.
Grateful that the men are close you’re working harder on them, don’t hesitate to use a little teeth on Negan’s frenulum and to bury your nails in Rick’s throbbing vein.
They both enjoying your doing, giving you a part of the control back as Rick’s the first one who ruts in your hand. His hips twitching uncontrolled and you close the eyes again as warm semen splatters across your cheek, nose and even the forehead. Your fingers go down to his balls, squeezing them and playing with his pubic hair while he shudders from the aftermath of his orgasm.
“Shit baby, you’re lookin’ so fuckin’ hot.” Negan praises again, pulling out of your mouth with an obscene plop.
His deep groans filling the room, bringing the glowing ash in your stomach back to life as he’s spreading his arousal over your face, letting you even cost as you stick out the tongue.

Then it’s over and it feels nothing like the last time you slept with them. Negan’s not going anywhere and Rick’s not complaining nor sending you any sign of affection. Instead he just throws the bathrobe over your body and orders to clean yourself.
Tears prickling hot behind your eyelids as you cover your body and stand up, stumbling with weak knees out of the room. Disgust raising in you as you reach the bathroom and see your come covered face and the fingerprints on hips and thighs.
You’re suppressing the urge to shatter the mirror into pieces and instead you’re stepping in the shower, relaxing the muscles under the hot steam. While you’re washing the the shame from your body, choking back a few sobs and promising yourself to fulfill the order Rick gave you.

“Stab him while you ride him, bite off his dick, I don’t care. But you’ve to stop him, you’re the only one who can do that.”

Easier said than done.
Even when Negan is lost in the pleasure you give him, you’re scared of the Saviors leader.
You were there when he killed Abraham and Glenn. You saw what he did to Daryl, to Spencer and what he ordered Arat to do.
But next time, next time you’ll try it.
Maybe sacrificing yourself would be a nice opportunity to end your life.
You nearly slip and fall as you push back the shower curtain and see Negan standing there.
“Woah easy there, sweetheart.” The man chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist.
Quickly you put a towel around you, cheeks flushing as you avoid his eyes until he lifts up your chin.
“Think we should’ve a long, nice chat, huh?”

“I interrupt the usual blah-fucking-blah for some really cocksucking exciting news.
Alright kiddos, it’s your magnificent leader, so listen the fuck up!
Alexandria has fallen!”


Request: “Hi! Can you do an imagine where the reader is Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend and she gets infected with the Tetch Virus? Please and thank you!☺️”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long I have been assigned a lot of homework even though it’s my first week back to school. If you requested an imagine I promise it will be posted before Sunday!

It all started when your boyfriend Bruce released the Tetch Virus into Gotham City. Well accidently because he wasn’t completely himself. Because of that you were now infected with the Tetch Virus but thankfully you hadn’t caused any trouble, yet. You were waiting for Bruce at the manor but since you were infected with the virus and weren’t yourself let’s just say you had really bad plans for Bruce.

“You got to find something that you really care about and you protect it at all costs. And when you find it you’ll never be lost again.” Alfred told Bruce.

He was laying in a hospital bed after Bruce stabbed him with a sword but then revived him using liquid from the place where he was kept in. Again Bruce wasn’t himself so he didn’t stab Alfred on purpose it was an accident.

Alfred had finally woken up and was now giving Bruce advice because he didn’t know who he was and he wanted to find out. Alfred wanted Bruce to follow his own path, he couldn’t help him completely but he could guide him.

“I really care about Y/N ever since I met her I stopped being lost.” Bruce confessed.

“Then protect her at all costs mate, you love her.” Alfred said.

“Yeah I do and I promise I will.” Bruce smiled remembering his beautiful memories with his girlfriend Y/N.

“You might want to do that quick mate it might be a bad time to tell you this but she has been infected with the Tetch Virus.” 

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*Lost Too Soon* Newt x reader

◘ irlus asked:

Reader miscarries. Newt and she had been trying to have babies but she’s got her fourth miscarriage in a very short time. She is broken and beyond desperate and newt doesnt know how to make herl feel right. (And this is just the begining of the angst rampage)

❤ YOU AND YOUR ANGST. lol This one kills me with the feels.

WARNING: Obviously talks about miscarriages so read at your own risk. By no means do I wish to glorify miscarriages in any way. I know people who have had them and they are devastating. Keep in mind that this is only for creative purposes and in no way an attempt to lessen the severity and pain that happens when someone experiences a miscarriage.

You loved children. Your biggest hope was to one day become a mother and be able to watch your own children grow up and become the people they were meant to be.

You and your husband, Newt, had tried for years to have one but all seemed lost after you had endured three miscarriages. 

You were now in your fourth pregnancy and so far things were going well. Each day you and Newt held high hopes that everything would work out and you’d finally be able to start the family you had long dreamed of.

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One Night (m)

Word count: 3,107

Warning: Taehyung smut

It’s funny how you sometimes think someone is the one for you, but it turns out you’re not the one for them.

You’ve kind of had it with guys cheating on you.

Especially guys that continually did it.

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I’m Right Here (Barry Allen x Reader)

Part Three

Part One  Part Two

Prompt: Barry and you were living a great life, until Barry runs back in time to where his parents weren’t dead. He thought life was perfect until he realized that he had lost his one and only love. You.

Word Count: 1,701

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Team Arrow and the Flash all went to the empty warehouse where Felicity had tracked down their opponent, Prometheus. 

“Alright, guys. Split up,” the Green Arrow commanded. “Flash, you’re with me.”

The team split up, leaving Oliver and Barry alone in the dark and quiet building.

“Felicity, where is he?” Oliver asked through the comm as he searched the place. Prometheus was no where to be found.

“Uh,” she paused, the sounds of her typing coming through the ear piece. “The tracker shows that he’s right there. You guys are literally on top of him. Or he’s on top of you?”

Barry looked up at the ceiling to see an arrow come flying at his face. He quickly dodged it to find another one going straight at Oliver. Barry ran to catch it successfully, and now Oliver had his arrow out, ready to use. 

Just then, a man in a black suit, one vaguely similar to Oliver’s, jumped down from the ceiling. They both looked to stare at him.

“Oh, you’ve brought a new friend, I see,” Prometheus said, his voice distorted slightly. 

Meanwhile, in the Arrow headquarters, you could hear their conversation on the other side of the comm. Your heart pounded at the thought of Barry-and Oliver-getting hurt by this man. You knew how dangerous he was, and maybe, Barry’s speed won’t stop him from getting hurt this time. 

“Guys, Green Arrow and Flash need your help on the warehouse’s main floor,” Felicity informed the rest of the team through the comm. 

“Damn it,” Diggle cursed. “Roy and I won’t make it in time. We’re coming down from the top floor. Felicity, do you think you can turn the elevators on? They seem to be shut down.”

As Felicity tried to turn the elevators back on, you listened to Oliver’s and Prometheus’ conversation. 

“Yeah, I did. You have gone too long rampaging around this city,” Oliver stated. Barry stood next to him, ready to run when he needed to.

Oliver then shot his first arrow towards Prometheus. It all happened in slow motion. Barry watched as Oliver’s arrow flew towards its target, but then Prometheus split the arrow in half with one of his throwing stars. Just then, Prometheus came running towards Oliver who did the same. 

As they fought, Barry quickly looked around for an entryway to knock Prometheus off his feet. When Oliver was knocked down, Barry ran to tie Prometheus’ legs together with the small amount of rope that he found in the warehouse, making him lose his balance and fall. If only Barry had enough to tie his hands. 

Almost as fast as Barry tied his legs, Prometheus took a small knife and sliced the rope.

“Oh, he’s got a lot of weapons,” Barry told Oliver as they watched him stand back up. 

“You think?” Oliver whispered back. 

Then, Barry had an idea. While their adversary regained his balance, Barry ran to knock him back down and make him fall on his back. As he was still in distraught from the blow, Oliver appeared before Prometheus and held an arrow right in his face. 

“It’s over, Prometheus. Stop this now,” Oliver demanded.

“Oh,” he chuckled. “It’s far from over. You are going to suffer like you made me suffer. Starting with the one you love the most.” Just then the rest of the team busted in the room to see the scene laid before them. But Oliver could only look at Barry.

“Felicity,” Oliver whispered, fear overtaking his usual stone-cold eyes.

In the headquarters, Felicity and you heard the entire conversation. You both looked at the computer, waiting for a response when suddenly an explosion shook the entire room. You looked at the shaking ceiling lights and back to Felicity. 

Another explosion happened, and that’s when all hell broke loose. 

The columns holding the ceiling up began to crumble. Instinctively, Felicity and you ducked, covering your heads. You grabbed her arm.

“We need to get out of here! Now!” you yelled above the rumbling of the room.

She nodded, grabbed her tablet, and quickly ran down the stairs and towards the entry way. You followed after her, let a shriek out when a large piece of cement fell beside you. 

The floor shook beneath you, making you fall to your knees. Felicity was already going up the stairs towards the entrance. You scrambled to get back up on your feet, but a third explosion happened. This time it was right behind you. The bomb’s force made you fly a couple feet before you. You hit a block of cement before everything went black.

Barry looked at Oliver in fear. When Oliver was distracted, Prometheus took Oliver’s bow and arrow from him and tossed it aside. He kicked Oliver in the face and jumped back up on his feet. Diggle appeared on Barry’s side.

“Go,” he said. “We got this covered. Go save Felicity and Y/N.”

Barry looked over at Oliver who nodded. Without any hesitation, Barry took Oliver and rushed to where the two girls were. 

Barry’s heart almost flew out of his chest. He was worried. Scared. Oh, he was so scared. You were in there. In the small moment that Barry was with Prometheus, he knew that he was dangerous. Prometheus would hurt you if he needed to, even if you weren’t the target.

As they arrived at the doorway, Felicity was just struggling to get out of the room.

“Felicity,” Oliver gasped, holding her to his chest. 

“Y/N,” she cried. “Y/N’s still in there.” She looked at Barry with tears in her eyes. “Barry, please save her.”

Not a moment sooner, Barry ran to the crumbling room. You were no where to be found. He coughed as dust went into his lungs, but he didn’t care. He had to find you. 

“Y/N!” he yelled desperately. He rushed around the room to find you in the middle, covered in gray grime. And a piece of metal stabbing you through your abdomen. 

“Oh, Y/N,” he whispered. Barry brought you into his arms carefully and ran out of there right before the entire ceiling of the room collapsed behind him.

Barry laid you down gently on the cold cement floor where Felicity and Oliver watched in horror.

“Y/N,” he whispered, tears forming in his eyes. “Y/N, please.”

Your eyes opened slightly, seeing Barry above you. 

“Barry,” you croaked. Your throat hurt. He cupped your face. 

“Y/N, please. Please, don’t die,” Barry sobbed. You couldn’t die. You couldn’t. He made this new timeline so that you could live happily with him. He made it just for you. 

“I’m sorry, Barry,” you said softly. You could feel yourself drift away. Away from reality and the pain. 

You started to close your eyes, but Barry held on to you tighter. “No, please. Y/N, please don’t.” He pulled you closer to him, your head on his lap.

“Y/N, I love you. I love you,” Barry whimpered. “Please…don’t leave me.”

You smiled at him. Your hand covered his. 

Barry closed his eyes to stop the tears. And when he opened them, you were gone. A sob ripped through his throat. Pain engulfed him. His heart clenched as he held your still warm hand.

What has he done?

All he wanted was a life where his parents where alive and where you loved him. Everything was wrong since the day he changed the timeline. 

His tears flew upon your cheeks and left trail marks against the dust that had lightly covered your face. 

He couldn’t do this. Barry couldn’t live without you. 

Oliver touched his shoulder. “Barry, she’s gone.”

“No. No,” he cried. Barry wiped his nose and sniffled. He knew what he had to do.

“I need to go,” Barry said. “I need to fix this.”

Without waiting for Oliver’s response, Barry ran. He ran fast. The tears stung his eyes as the wind blew against his face. He was going to go fix his mistake. 

Barry opened the portal and ran through it, more determined than ever to reverse what he did. 

Suddenly, he stumbled in front of Joe’s house. It was the night that Zoom killed his dad. 

Barry stood in front of the house. He panted. After one big breath, Barry walked into the familiar home.

In the living room sat Joe and Wally. Only Joe and Wally.

Joe stood up from the couch and looked at Barry worriedly.

“Bar, you okay? What happened?” Joe asked.

“I-I’m fine,” Barry said, his thoughts only focused on one thing. He was still hurting from the memory of you dying in his arms. What if you were dead here too? What was the effect of you dying in Flashpoint? Fear struck him.

“Where…where’s Y/N? Is she here?” Barry looked around with haste.

“Y/N? What are you talking about?” Joe questioned, confusion lacing his forehead. 

Barry’s body went cold. No. No, she can’t be gone. 

“Y/N’s right th-” Wally started, but someone interrupted him.


“I’m right here, Bar,” you said as you appeared from the kitchen. You smiled at him before looking at his worried facial expression. “Are you okay?”

Relief washed over him. Barry then started to cry tears of joy. He ran over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He sobbed into your neck. 

You were shocked. You thought that he was crying because of his dad. You brought your arms around his neck and ran your fingers through his hair, just like you did before.

He sniffled before kissing you passionately. You paused, but then you kissed him back, pressing the back of his head to bring him closer. He was your boyfriend after all.

Barry was beyond grateful. You were here with him. You loved him. Barry pulled away to look into your bright eyes.

“I love you, Y/N. Please. Please don’t leave me,” he whispered. Tears still ran down his face. 

You smiled softly as your thumbs wiped his tears. 

“I love you too, Bar.”

Barry hugged you tightly, afraid that if he let you go, you would disappear. 

This was his life. It wasn’t perfect. But as long as you were with him, that was the only life that he wanted.

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Yuuram in Novel 14

Buckle up, darlings~

Novel 14. ch.1
-The sheer amount of fondling -


That is indeed his voice, and he did yell my name. But Wolf said the voice he heard wasn’t mine, but someone else’s.

“Are you okay? Tell me, quick, where are you hurt!?”

I try to confirm his injury with him again, after all I was the one who hurt him.

Crouching down, Wolfram makes a short grunt and then stands up forcefully with his legs. He desperately stretches his previously bent back, pushing away my hand with all his strength. I hurriedly chase his shadow, coming to the spot underneath the bright sunlight shining down from the surface.

“Wait a sec, Wolf, where are you hurt…”

I reach out my left hand to touch what feels like a body, and feel something like torn cloth and animal fur. My thumb and index fingers are moist and warm, when I rub them it even feels a little sticky.

“I’m sorry, really…”

Wolf tries to step back from me, and I quickly grab his waist, pulling him to me. Hugging him tightly with my right arm, I press my left palm to his stomach—The warmth from his skin spreads over to me, a numbing pain climbing up my arm at the same time.
I was healed this way a few times before, as long as I do exactly as I remember, I should be abke to heal others too. After all Gisela and Anissina taught me before, too, and I successfully did it last time, right?


I’m pushed away forcefully, falling onto my butt on the hard floor, only managing to prop up my upper half with my hands.


“Don’t touch me!”

Of course I can’t see his expression, and can only rely on my hearing to tell, but the emotion that comes through his voice, is very obviously anger.

He’s standing in a spot with light, so I can see his shadow clearer. Although it’s not the honey color that I see when I can see completely clearly, there’s still a golden glimmer around him that’s different from the surroundings. His own body looks like a dirty grey, though, so I can tell that he’s wearing something he rarely does. That might very well be the reason I mistook him for the enemy.

“Sorry, I was wrong. I never thought it would be you.”

Novel 14. ch.1
-Pin your brother down will you?-

“Conrad, you’re just in time, Wolf is pretty badly hurt, press him down while I’m healing him.”

“Wolfram is fine, it’s just a small wound on his clothes and abdomen, thankfully he had an amulet with him, so the wound isn’t deep, not so bad that he has to trouble Your Majesty to heal him.”

“But he lost so much blood.”

“That’s your blood.”


Novel 14. ch.1
-Pretty shitty of you though Connie-

The shadow that looks like the Captain stops abruptly, revealing his confusion with the question, “Arrest who?”

“Lord von Bielefeld. He hurt His Majesty, we mustn’t let him approach His Majesty.”

Now it’s my turn to panic.

“Wait a sec! You misunderstood, Conrad! This is a misunderstanding!”

“No matter what the reason, it’s a fact that Wolfram hurt you with a sword, this is an unforgivable crime. Haven’t you noticed the pain in your right shoulder?”

Once he says that, I finally remember that the two of us were at each other’s throats just a while ago. At the same time I grabbed the blade with my hand, the other person was holding a broken sword, so that’s how both of us ended injured.

Novel 14. ch.1
-Yuuri’s mental comments are the best-

Wolfram must have been waving his hand as he spoke, because I feel a breeze brush past my face. Wonderful, his movements are no different than usual, and his voice is powerful too, I can’t help but heave a sigh of relief.

Novel 14. ch.1
-What you mean you can’t approach me!? Okay this whole chapter is like a yuuram festa-

“Don’t be mistaken, Lord Weller. They are Shin Makoku soldiers, and will not obey your orders. Sizemore, you don’t have to arrest me, but from now on you must keep a watch on me, if I try to approach His Majesty then you must do everything to stop me, even if it means using force, understand?”


“Wait a sec! Wolf, what do you mean by keep a watch? What do you mean, you can’t approach me? More importantly, why are you here, come on and explain to me! How will I know anything if you don’t tell me!?”

“Why am I here?”

Wolfram can’t approach me, but there’s amusement in his voice when he talks. But that isn’t self-jest or embarrassment, much less joy. If I had to describe it, that should be pride, right?

“Staying by Your Majesty’s side, isn’t that my duty?”


“That’s why I came to find you.”

I want to see his expression so bad, to see what kind of attitude he said that line with. Surely he must have his arms over his chest, his body tilted back slightly, even looking down on me with his chin raised.

“Is that so? So you came to look for me, thank you.”

But I lost my rational mind, mistaking him for an enemy and even hurting, it’s only natural that he would be mad, I can’t even blame him if he starts hating me for it.

Novel 14. ch.1

“Dacascos, cut the nonsense! Hurry up and get clean cloth and water to help bandage Yuuri’s wound.”

“Wolf, you too.”
I reach my hand out towards Wolfram’s back, to be precise, towards the shadow I decide is his back, and of course I can’t reach.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to touch you, but your wound must be healed! Don’t underestimate it just because it’s not deep! Where’s Gisela? Didn’t Gisela come?”

“About that, Your Majesty…”

Novel 14. ch.1
-Still chapter 1-

Even though I’m exhausted I can’t rely on Wolfram, after all he’s injured too, right now it’s probably all he can do to take care of himself.

Although he keeps insisting to his brother that it’s a light injury, but a soldier’s idea of a light injury is different from a sportsman’s. To us baseball boy, a sprain that takes three weeks to heal is already a fairly serious injury. A sword stab to the stomach is basically throwing away the entire ball season, so serious it will seriously let down all the fans.

Novel 14. ch.1
- Notice how Yuuri casually forgets to mention ‘former’ when he says prince from here on-

“And that one who’s angry because his stomach got hurt, the handsome guy that looks like a fairy tale prince, he is too?”

“Mn, actually he is a prince.”

“In that case, he’s Your Majesty’s brother from a different mother or something like that?”

“No, no, he’s the son of the previous Queen.” (…)

“So what is PRINCE so unhappy about, why is he so angry?”

“Maybe because I injured him.”


“Listen up, Little Buddy, no matter what happened in that underground tunnel, it’s not your fault, and not anyone else’s fault, either. That is an evil place, scary things happen there. Tragedies will happen there, that seem to tear apart your heart, and leave deep wounds. So no matter what you do, never blame yourself, it’s not Little Buddy’s fault, and it’s no one’s fault.”

Novel 14. ch.2
-Where’s Wolfram? -

“Captain, since there’s no danger, let’s enter the town. Where are Wolfram and the others? Hazel and Ajira-san should have arrived already too, and it’s very weird that there isn’t a single person in town… Don’t tell me…”

Novel 14. ch.2
-Seconds later, Wolfram saves Yuuri’s henachoko ass-

When I bring my face to the surface, there’s a freshwater smell different from that of seawater. It’s freshwater and a whole lot of it.

And it’s precisely then, that I sense for the first time that there are people in the town.

A door opens and closes roughly, and I hear a man giving a panicked warning,

“Yuuri you can’t, the water has been polluted!”


Before I can raise my head, someone’s already pulled me up by the collar, what a close call.

“You said polluted?”

What a rare word in this world.(…)

Wolfram pulls my hand and brings me into a building, it looks like the Seisakoku resistance led by Hazel and the four Shin Makoku soldiers Sizemore brought are all here.

Novel 14. ch.3
-Another explosive yuuram chapter-

After drinking some water, eating some food, and have a nice nap on a long awaited bed, most of the weariness that I collected vanished too. Actually I know very well, the damage done to my body can’t be healed immediately, but when I open my eyes in bed and see only light and shadow, I’m honestly SHOCKED.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Very well.”

Although I answer the question instinctively, I had slept far from soundly. Because I had a nightmare, and kept getting woken up, returning to the same scene every time I fall asleep, until I can’t help but wonder if I really like retaking exams so much.

“What about you, Wolf?”


“You’re lying, because you snored as you always do when you’re sleeping like a log.”

“You deliberately pricked up your ears and listened out for that? What a curious baby you are, Yuuri!”

“…Even if I don’t want to hear it, I still hear it.”

Wolfram and I are in charge of controlling the large dining room that’s acting as our base of operations, in other words we’re on watch duty.

Novel 14. ch.3
-Wounded Wolfie-

(…)Wolfram, on the other hand, stayed back to protect me.

Although he acts energetic, the truth is he’s a wounded party too, and wounded in the stomach no less. The one who wounded him was me, so I really can’t make him do anything else strenuous.

What’s surprising is his reaction when he was told to stay on guard duty. Normally he would say something like “I can fight, don’t you trust me?” and then there would be a long line of protests, I was even all ready to listen to him complain, but instead Wolfram just said “I see”, completely against my expectations.

Novel 14. ch.3
-You hate me-


Seeing my body lean towards his direction, Wolfram immediately utters using a harsh tone,

“Keep your distance, keep your distance. Don’t get too close to me.”

“Ahh—Okay, okay, okay, I’m forbidden within a radius of 2 meters, right?”

He hates me, even though not long ago we were so close we could stay in the same large crate.

“I say, Wolf, I want to confirm with you.”


“You… chest hair… No, actually, it’s nothing. I just didn’t think that you could keep growing after eighty.”

That furry feeling near his chest, is actually… Honestly I really can’t predict what mazoku growth is like.

“I-I’m not jealous, got it?”

“What on earth are you mumbling about?”

But we’re not just supposed to talk about body hair.

“I think apologies are in order” (Yuuri)

“You want to make me apologize here?”

“Or course not! I don’t want to make you apologize~! Besides I’m not even angry, though it seems you still are… See, you won’t even approach me. So I wanted to make up with you, and apologize to you first. After all I don’t want this awkward atmosphere to continue anymore, and it’ll be troubling to Captain Sizemore and Dacascos.”

Novel 14. ch.3
-Just… just read-

“It’s only natural that you would hate me… We’re comrades, but I caused you to get hurt. Not only that…”

I can’t help but cover my mouth with my hand.

“I actually wanted to… k-kill you. Back then I really, truly, wanted to… Damn, I feel like puking.”

“Hold on, other than your eyes and shoulder, are you in any pain?”

I turn my head to a side, waving my right hand next to it to gesture ‘no’. Actually I’m not sick, it’s just that the sudden stress and anxiety made my stomach acids flow the wrong way.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, I never thought it could be you. I’ll repent, if saying it is not enough, then I’m willing to accept any punishment to show my sincerity.”

“About that, at first I wanted to deal with everything here first, and talk about it again once we safely bring the Maou back to Shin Makoku, but since you brought it up now, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

I can feel Wolfram looking at me as he sighs.

“If you want to, you can even sentence me to death. Not only did I point my sword at His Majesty the Maou, I even attacked you, and injured you. But I swear… I really never thought it could be you.”

“Me too.”

Back then, when Wolfram slid down using the rope, I had completely treated him as an enemy. When I saw his sword, shining brightly in the darkness as it reflected the sunlight, I deeply believed that person was an enemy here to kill me.

“At that moment when I saw the sword.”

“All I saw was a moving figure. Back then I didn’t think whether it was a friend or foe, but the moment I set foot in the dark place, my thoughts immediately became “that was an enemy, that figure is an enemy without a doubt”… And even your voice sounded like someone else…”

“Didn’t you change the direction of the sword at the last moment? The sword blade suddenly went flat, that’s why Conrad said I only got banged up. But I still purposely picked up the weapon, and just like that, towards your stomach… Mmgh!”

I’m talking about these things, and it hurts so bad just thinking about what happened back then.

“Are you really okay?”

I break the orders not to get close to him and approach Wolfram, carefully plastering my palm over what should be his stomach.

“Maybe my healing isn’t as good as Gisela’s, but it’s better than not healing at all.”

“Stop! Don’t use majutsu!”

Novel 14. ch.3
-Me, hate you?-

Wolfram immediately bats away my hand.

“Why are you such a brainless henachoko? This is Shinzoku land, you know!? This is the continent with houryoku so strong even Gisela couldn’t set foot here, there’s no way you don’t know the consequences of using maryoku in a place like this, right? It’s precisely because you want to use your majutsu whenever, that’s why I told you not to get near me!”


“Didn’t you hear me? It’s because you like using majutsu so much, that’s why I told you not to get near me.”

No matter how I ask, the answer is the same. But it’s completely different from the reason I cracked my head to come up with.

“…So you’re not mad at me?”

His breathing is very fast.

“Of course I’m mad. Who asked you to be so rash?”

“And I thought you hated me…”

“Me, hate you?”

Helplessly, Wolfram can’t help but raise his tone at the end, so it feels about like “Me, hate you~~?”

“Could someone who hated the king possibly chase him to the ends of the earth? And…” (…)

“Carrying this strangely disgusting thing called ‘Günter’s Protection’ too.”

“Günter’s Protection~~?”

This time it’s my turn to raise my tone.

Novel 14. ch.3
-Do as I say not as I do-

Wolfram says I can’t get close to him, but he grabs my left hand and reaches it into the bag, using his sonorous voice to recite a chant non-stop, making all the hairs on my body stand on end.
Although it’s not possible, I still have the illusion of Günter’s hair twining around my arm.

Novel 14. ch.3
-After settling things with Wolf, Yuuri starts humming a religious hymn -

“What song is that?”


It seems I had started singing a familiar tune without realizing it.

Only I can’t really remember the lyrics, so it’s no different from humming it. (…)

Back then I thought it sounded familiar, but I didn’t think it’s a hymn from Earth.

Novel 14. ch.3
-Pity each other-

“Venera sure is impressive.”

“Although she’s not young anymore, she is indeed very sharp.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

I didn’t think Wolfram would respond to my mumbling, maybe it’s because we’re both casualties, so we sort of pity each other.

Novel 14. ch.3
-Yuuri panicking about Wolf as usual-

There’s the sound of running footsteps from the corridor, Wolfram holds his sword in his hand, and makes the sound of pushing the blade out of its sheath.


“Stay here, don’t move.” (…)

“Wolf! Don’t force yourself…”

“Stay there, don’t move!”

The sound of clashing blades which I can’t get used to no matter how many times I hear it, vibrates the air and the room, making me so scared I want to cover up my ears. Although I’m really worried about Wolfram, fighting against multiple opponents, but right now I can’t do a thing to help. Forget helping, it’s all I can do protect myself.

“Wolf…? Wolfram!?”

It feels as though time is crawling past, but in reality it’s probably only been two minutes. I sense the sound of clashing swords and the impacts coming through the floorboards slowly fading, so I called Wolfram’s name.

“Wolf, are you alright!? Talk to me!”

“As if that needs saying.”

His steps are nimble as he walks back to my side, and his voice sounds energetic too. But there’s the smell of blood emanating throughout the room, and from his body as well. He probably notices my uneasiness, saying before I ask,

“I’m not hurt, this is all their blood, but they’re not dead. Because you would probably say ‘tie them into their horses and send them back’ right?”

“Are you really okay?”

“Of course I am. What happened to Yuuri? After your vision got worse, you start worrying about nothing too?”

“No, of course not!”

“How could lackeys like that hurt me? The wound on my stomach is almost healed now, too, not a problem at all. Why don’t you touch it and see—But first you must promise me you won’t use maryoku—”

Novel 14. ch.3
-Yuuri keeps panicking-

Before I can yell a warning, Wolfram has already engaged the enemy. The sound of metal and clashes once again rings out in the dining room.

“Wolf, get ready to leave!”

“Are we running away!?”

“Of course we’re escaping! But the townspeople here need to get away too, right? Aren’t those guys trying to break into civilian houses?”

“That’s right, they plan on destroying the water purifiers too, as a warning to the others. But as long as we lead the townspeople away, there won’t be any more serious casualties.”

“Anyway we have to try and see. Wolfram! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

I was just thinking that the room has gotten quiet again, it turns out the soldiers that barged in afterwards were dealt with as well. Last time I have heard that his swordsmanship is strong, but I never thought he would be this strong, completely different from the Lord von Bielefeld I know, could it be that he’s been possessed by the sword god?

Novel 14. ch.5
-Wait…. did he just…?-

Instead it’s Wolfram behind me that growls. If it were the normal him, he’d have let his fists do the talking ages ago. Although he really wants to, right now all he can do is bear with it.

When it comes to Saralegui, as well as the temporary truce with Conrad—which means with the Big Shimaron ambassador, I’ve told Wolf everything without hiding a thing, and he knows what kind of a person the Small Shimaron king is, too. But since it’s safer to let Saralegui hold my hand, he can only open one eye and close the other now.

Although Wolfram’s personality is very emotional, recently when it comes to any critical moments, he will show the bravery to resist his impulses. After all, he’s a man more suited than me to be the Maou.

Novel 14. ch.5
-Wolfie baby~ then more Yuuri panic-

“Could it be their mother died?”

I tell Wolfram the same thing, that there’s a child crying, and we need to save them.

Hazel says, “What is it?”

As though comforting me, Wolfram pats my neck gently, completely indulging my rash behavior.

“I’ll go look.”

“I’m coming too.”

“No, you stay here! If anything happens to you, I won’t be able to face His Majesty Shinou.”

After he breaks the window and charges in, there’s no reaction for a long time, while instead my heart beats so loudly even I can hear it. Suddenly there’s a loud explosion, numbing both my sense of sight and sound.

My previously dark vision instantly brightens, and it’s all orange. Not only can’t I feel the cold from before, my face and arms are enveloped by the approaching heat.

What on earth happened?

“Wolf! Wolfram!”

“I’m here!”

A body heavier than usual jumps out of the window, he’s probably carrying a child, followed tightly by a weeping woman.

Novel 14. ch.6
-"Wolfram stop him” -

Maybe it’s because he notices who else is there, Lord Weller points at Wolfram at one side, signaling for him to go to Yuuri immediately.

“Stop him, Wolf! Stop him now!”

Conrad wants to run here, but he’s knocked over by an escaping woman. Once he steadies his footing he readies himself to keep running , but this time he’s stopped by an incoming crowd.

Wolfram wants to put the child in his arms down onto the ground, but the frightened little girl grabs him and won’t let go, that little hand buried in his clothes unwilling to relax no matter what.

“Yuuri! Stop, don’t use maryoku!”

His voice can’t reach the young man’s ears.

Novel 14. ch.7
- Keeping Wolf away-

“In that case, purposely keeping Wolfram away would be pointless as well. To think you used maryoku on something other than healing.”

“What, so that’s why!”

I can’t help but grin. Still, I can’t help but be very concerned about the strict attitude he had towards Wolfram during that reunion.

“I always found it strange, why were you so strict to him?”

Lord Weller clears his throat a little, saying in a solemn tone,

“Technically speaking, his actions were a serious offense. I didn’t think the only punishment was to keep him away from you, even I feel my brain is getting slower and slower these days. But more importantly, you really don’t feel uncomfortable in any way?”

Novel 14. ch.7
- The bed scene -

I open the door of the rented bedroom, walking to the window with the candle without holding on to anything. Wolfram is lying on the bed next to the window, his back facing me.

“Are you asleep?”


A muffled answer. He’s laughing at me.

“You’re lying, you wouldn’t answer if you’re sleeping!”

“That was an instinctive reaction. I realized that you’re coming to me to cry and complain again, so I had no choice but to answer you.”

“Don’t you normally pretend to sleep?”

“All I can say is I’m too nice a guy.”

Sitting on the sturdy mattress stuffed full of hay, I raise my head to look at the night sky outside the window. There’s a dim square in my pitch black field of vision, and some bright spots glowing yellow in the middle. There isn’t a moon, or any stars, only the light of a candle flame.
The wind blows against my face, carrying the smell of charred walls, sand and water. Looks like the glass on the window is broken.

“Thank goodness I still have you beside me.”

“You’re being so honest about your feelings, it’s sickening.”

“I don’t even have the strength to pretend anymore.”

I can tell with a touch that the bed beside me is wet. It must have been the lakewater that broke the window glass, and wet the room. Is this my punishment for failing the mission today?

“Can I sleep over there with you?”

Under the weak candlelight, a blurred Wolfram swings the thing in front of his chest,

“Günter’s here too, is that alright with you?”

“That’s really too cruel.”
I start laughing to the point I can’t stop, but then my voice starts to crack, so I have no choice but to bury my face in the pillow so Wolfram won’t notice. Just like that, the dim candlelight disappears from my vision.

Surely I won’t be able to sleep through the guilt and regret.

But I must let my body rest a while. Because the life we’re living is one where we don’t know when’s the next time we can sleep on beds again.

(the next chapter literally starts the morning after with him and Saralegui walking in the desert. )

Novel 14. ch.9
- Talking at the same time-

“Although some menial thing like this isn’t worth reporting to Your Majesty the Maou, it seems I am the messiah.“


Wolfram and I yell at the same time.

Novel 14. ch.11
- Regaining his sight thanks to Adalbert’s healing. The first thing he does when he realizes he can see is look at Wolf. Then he lengthily describes him, not so the rest of the characters -

“Ah~~ Really! Adalbert, move the bed aside, quickly—”

“Your Majesty.”

Conrad’s tone sounds hesitant, the hand reaching out for my right shoulder wandering up and down helplessly. It’s rare for him to look so lost.

“I told you so many times, don’t call me Your Majesty.”

“Sorry. Yuuri, your eyes…”

“Eh? My eyes?”

And then Wolfram asks in a hoarse voice, “Can you see?” Hazel only raises her eyebrows, and finally Saralegui says in his usual tone,

“What, your eyes are okay now?”

“It’s true! I can see!”

I can see.

Wolfram’s blonde hair and emerald eyes, Hazel’s wrinkly hands and strong mouth, Adalbert’s buff muscles and butt-shaped chin, as well as Saralegui’s golden eyes. No matter how many times I blink, my vision doesn’t turn blurry, it’s not just shadows, it won’t disappear without a trace anymore.”


Looking at Wolfram, who’s staring at me non-stop, I really am beside myself with happiness. Really, you’re still very cute! Since you always have such a valiant attitude, I assumed you matured quite a bit in the time we were apart, but to think you still have the beauty of an angel. Though it’s true I can still sense you’ve definitely become manlier.

Novel 14. ch.11
- What is Wolf so pissed off about? What does he mean by "mean”?-

Before I can finish talking, Wolfram bumps me with his arm, and even says indignantly,

“You feel at ease just after a good meal, don’t tell me you were just malnourished? Yuuri… How could you be so mean?”

“No, how’s that possible!? How could a few days of malnourishment make my vision deteriorate so drastically?”


Novel 14. ch11
-Describing Wolf vs. Adalbert-

“Is that so? Then go for it, you guys, I plan on staying here and living the easy life of a messiah for a while longer.”

Adalbert keeps sitting on the table and waves us goodbye. But the right hand he just raised is beaten down by someone, and his chest grabbed.

“Look at you, are you still a mazoku like this!?”

That person is Wolfram.

This image should look hilarious normally, right? After all there’s a huge difference in their body sizes, it looks like a cicada grabbing a large tree. But right now Adalbert is pressed down by Wolfram’s presence, so no one notices the difference in size at all.

Novel 14. ch12
-Worried Yuuri-

Wolfram catches up to us, the corners of his lips curling up. Under these circumstances, all he can do is smile strangely. Despite his angelic looks, he can also say something so mature. To think he can show a smile completely unlike his two brothers, saying such brave words.

Watching him grow up so quickly recently, I can’t help but feel panicked. If I keep assuming he’s on the same level as me, one day I will surely be left behind in the dust.


So this novel is probably the most yuuram packed in all the series.
The bed scene will always hold a special place in my heart, for many reasons, but most importantly because the scene is cut short and it resumes “the next morning “, which is Japanese for having the camera aim at the waving curtains and out the window. Also there’s a phrase in the next novel that will really explain why the bed scene is so important… but will explain that in the next part!


Yuuram in Novel : 1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9|10|11|12|13|14|15|16|17

Night on the town, part 11

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1960

Warning: Fluff

 Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10

There was no doubt your face was frozen in utter shock at his declaration.  “Umm what?”

Leonard frowned the typical Leonard frown.  “We are gonna get married today.”

“Like hell we are.  I don’t even know if I am going to get off this floor today.  Let alone feeling well enough say my vows.  And I sure as hell am not getting married in the bathroom.”  

“Well, we are getting’ married.  I love you and that’s my baby in there.”  Leonard set his hand on your still flat abdomen.  “[Y/N]… we are havin’ a baby.”  The last part was so quiet you almost didn’t catch it.  But it made you beam at him as you leaned your head against his shoulder. Your hand covered his.

“Yes we are.  I’m scared but I am so happy.  It was something I did not even know I wanted until I knew it happened.” Leonard wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and enjoying the feeling.  It was something he did not think would happen again.  That was how Jim found you both.  Clinging to each other on the bathroom floor.

“Well my work here is done. I have less than forty-eight hours before we report back to the ship.  I plan on being drunk for all of them.  [Y/N] I deleted your resignation. You’re welcome.  Night kids, have fun.”  He was out the front door without another word.

You grandfather returned home not long after you peeled yourself off the bathroom floor.  He found you and Leonard sitting at the kitchen island talking.  Leonard stumbled over his words, fearing what the old Admiral would think of the man who hurt his granddaughter.  “Umm good day sir, Admiral [Y/L/N].  I’m… uh. Leonard McCoy sir.”

You snorted then laughed from behind him.  Leonard turned to frown at you over his shoulder.  Your grandfather stepped close to Leonard with his stern face.  He appeared to look over Leonard, as he did with those who were under his command.

“So you are the one that stole my girl’s heart then broke it?  And you impregnated her?  What do you have to say for yourself?”  It took everything you had within you not to fall on the floor laughing.  Leonard broke out in a cold sweat, mumbling his apologies.  “Well son? Did you beg her forgiveness and promise to marry her?”

“Ye…yes… sir…”  Your grandfather narrowed his eyes as moved close to Leonard’s face.  You could see him shaking at the scrutiny.  After about five seconds your grandfather pulled back and smiled like the wonderful man he was and looked over to you.

“Good.  When do I get to walk to down the aisle, my girl?” Grinning you walked around Leonard to give him a hug.  Leonard look confused for a moment before he realized what happened.  Then he started to relax.

“Soon I hope.  Leonard this is my grandfather, Sean.  Grandpa, this is Leonard.”  Both men shook hands though you could tell that Leonard was nervous.

“It’s good to finally meet you son.  [Y/N] has told me a lot about you.  I’m happy you made the right decision and came here.  My great grand baby there needs to strong man in his or her life.”

After a few minutes of small talk, Sean retired to his office for the evening.  After the day of discussions with Star Fleet he has several reports to finish.  Leonard looked as though he had been holding his breath the whole time.  He was almost gasping as his nerves were finally relieved. “I don’t know if I have ever thought someone was gonna stab me like when he walked in here.  And you laughing like it was nothing.”

“Leonard, he has been waiting to meet you since I first told him about you.  He looks scary but he is a teddy bear.  He has been saying since I got here that we deserve to be together. I think he wanted to see if he could scare you.”

“Yeah he scared me.  I think I may need some clean pants now.”


The rest of the night you talked a lot.  Every feeling and hurt was out in the open.  He told you of Joanna’s apology and how she wanted to tell you herself soon. Sometime in the near future you would talk to her and you would forgive her.  For the moment you just wanted to be held in his arms. The time apart had caused enough hurt for you both.  Every so often he would whisper how much he loved you in your ear then would run a hand over your abdomen.  It would send a thrill through you knowing in the not too far future you and Leonard would have this new little life.  You had no doubt that Jim would demand the baby be named after him for his role in saving your relationship.  It was something to think about over the next months.

When you woke in the morning Leonard was staring at you.  He had been memorizing every inch of your face.  “See something you like, handsome?”  That easy smile of his appeared as you slowly got used to the morning sun.

“More than like, darlin’. I am looking at the woman I love. Will you do something for me?”

You curled up into his chest closing your eyes.  “You know I would do anything for you.”

“Marry me before we go back? I don’t want to spend another day without you as my wife.  It’s not about the baby.  I came here wanting it before you told me you were pregnant.  But that little one in there only seals it.  I want you with me as Mrs.… Dr… whoever McCoy.”

Once the words had time to process in your mind, you pulled back to look at him.  “All right Dr. McCoy.  Let’s get married.  Better tell Jim though he might be upset if he misses it.”  He smiled down at you, then kissed your face all over.

“You just made me the happiest man.  I will work every damn day to make you happy I swear it.”

It took a most of the day but you were able to pull together a small wedding.  Your grandfather arranged for a chaplain he knew to come perform the ceremony.  Those closest to you from the Enterprise gave up their last day of freedom, to join you in the backyard to celebrate.  Your dress was not traditional with its flowy green skirt.  But you felt beautiful as you walked on the arm of you grandfather towards Leonard.  Jim stood at his side with a knowing grin on his face.  Like he had predicted this from the beginning.  Well you guess he did.  From the time you first stepped aboard the ship, he had said it.  Damn that smirk of his.

It only distracted you for a moment before looking at Leonard.  His face was alight with pure joy.  Your grandfather kissed your cheek as he joined Leonard’s and your hands together. The chaplain began speaking in a soft baritone that felt like it was made for this.  The theme of love and joyfulness left not a dry eye in those gathered.  “An’t tha lovely.”  Could be heard as a loud sob from the Scotsman in the back.

When the time came to recite your vows you found the strength to speak the words of love that you both would always remember.  Between the pregnancy hormones and the emotions of the day you could not keep the tears from slipping down your cheeks.  Leonard had his own tears as he stuttered of the words.  But he kissed your clasped hands as he pledged his faith and love.  As you were pronounced husband and wife, Leonard breathed a huge sigh of relief.  “’Bout damn time!”  He pulled you close, kissing you like you were the air he needed to live.

Everyone clapped and cheered their happiness for you.  It wasn’t long before you were being hugged by all of your friends and your grandfather. Once the crowd was sat at the scattered tables, Jim stood to draw the attention for his speech.  “Almost five years ago I met Bones on a ship headed for Starfleet.  I certainly didn’t know then, when I met the cranky bastard that he would become one of my closest friends.”  Everyone laughed other than Leonard, though he did crack a smile.

“Over the time we have all known him our friendships grew.  We relied on each other and became the family that we all missed and needed. Bones was like the crotchety grandpa, no offense Admiral [Y/N] …”  The laughs were louder this time.  Your grandfather laughed as well, clapping his hand and motioned for Jim to continue. “He is the person we all go to, to complain, to vent, and to be healed.  Whether he liked it or not.  Though we know that secretly he needed it as much as we do.  We all need something that keeps us going and for the longest time he did not have that.  Until that one night.  That night where his whole life changed and he has not ever looked back.  Now [Y/N] has brought out the best in Bones. I for one, will forever be in her debt.  [Y/N], you have turned more than just Bones’ live upside down.  You are not just the woman he loves without question, but also have become a friend to everyone here.  That smile of yours has brightened many a day for whoever has needed it and been that ear when I had too much to drink.  After scaring the hell out of me this week, I can’t tell you how happy I am to stand here to toast the two of you.  Bones, [Y/N] be happy and love each other.  Make us all sick with the lovey dovey crap and let us share in the story that you are going to write from here on out.  That baby better be named after me when he is born.  To Bones and [Y/N]!”  

“To Bones and [Y/N]!” Everyone raised their drinks toasting for you.  Leonard and you sipped at your drinks, your fizzy juice was not what you wanted but you were so happy you could not complain. The rest of your night was like a dream.  As a married couple you laughed, danced and ate like there was nothing else in the world to do.  It was one of the best nights of your life.

Jim managed to push off departure for an extra day so that you and Leonard were able to have thirty-six hours of a honeymoon before have to return to duty.   So there you sat with your new husband curled up together in front of the fire.  You looked at your wedding band in the glow of the firelight and sighed contently.  “Are you all right Mrs. McCoy?”  

You could hear that a million times and never grow tired of it.  Mrs. McCoy…  now Dr. McCoy.  Yeah, that wouldn’t get too confusing in the medbay. “I’m happy.  So very happy.”

“Me too darlin’.  I wish we could stay like this forever but…”

“But we have our duty to do.  I know but at least we have something to look forward to.  Thirty-five weeks or so and we will be adding to the McCoy family.”  Leonard rested both his hands over your lower abdomen. The warmth seeping through the thin fabric of your nightgown.”

“Yep.  I can’t wait.  You are going to be an amazing mother, [Y/N].  Thank you for starting this new life with me.”  His soft kiss turned into so much more.  The two of you taking advantage of the few hours you had left alone.

Part 12

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Breathe Life Unto Me | Zen/Hyun Ryu x Reader

RATING: Teen | GENRE: Angst | WORD COUNT: 1,053
SUMMARY: You need to breathe.
NOTE: Contains attempted suicide
I’m sorry.

The bathroom was filled with nothing but the sound of the running water into the tub. Your eyes were dull as you mindlessly watched the water level increase more and more. Somehow, it filled you with a sense of comfort, but it also struck fear deep in your heart.

Your eyebrows stitched themselves together. No. You wouldn’t doubt yourself now. You’ve already decided upon this, and nothing could convince you otherwise to stop. This was better for you. For everyone around you that you always seemed to disappoint. It was a wonder why you never did this earlier. …Oh yes, because of the fear.

Once you did this, there would be no turning back, but then again, it wasn’t like you had anything to turn back to. You had no one, save for a few friends and your ever loving boyfriend, but it was because you loved them that you decided this was the best choice for them. After all, how could a worthless lowlife such as yourself be ever deserving of such kindness? Such happiness, no matter how fleeting?

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Adventure Awaits (DISCONTINUED)

Summary: A year has passed since Erebor had been reclaimed and everything seemed to be going well until you are forced to go on another adventure not only with dwarves, but elves and men as well.

Chapter Summary: In which Kings and their Heirs come under threat and feelings become known.

Pairings: Not so much of a surprise if you actually read.

Notes: Elf!Reader, Lord Elrond’s Daughter; In my story, healing powers of dwarves go beyond healing morgul wounds. Also, my other story, The Elf and the Dwarf, will be updated as soon as I read over Chapter 4.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 -Chapter 3 Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

You undress and run a bath, needing to get the sweat and grime off of yourself. 

 There is a knock on your door and you wrap a robe around your body, answering it. It’s Haldir and Bofur. 

 "I believe this elf belongs to you?“ Bofur asks. You smile and move away from the door, letting him in.

 "Thanks Master Dwarf,” you say. 

He nods at you and you close the door. 

 "Did you not go to Dale? There is no possible way that you’d get here so quickly,“ you respond, dropping your robe and walking into the bath making Haldir gulp thanking valar that you were in the next room. 

 "I rode my horse and left him in the stables outside of the city,” he responds, taking a seat at the dining table. 

 "Why so quick?“ You ask, letting the hot water soak your skin. 

 "I came here to ask you something of importance and I could no longer wait, but I will wait for you to be done,” Haldir explains, taking off his armor.

 "Alright, I will be out shortly. Have a look around if you must. It’s not much but it’s still great,“ You explain, taking out your braids and washing your hair. 

 He stands and looks around. He is currently in the living room area which is also connected to the kitchen. 

On the wall of the room you’re in is a fire place and a rug in front of it. There is also a three person couch parallel from it with an arm chair on the right of the couch. There’s a window on either sides of the doors and you can see inside of Erebor. The kitchen is not too shabby either. He goes into the living room and there are drawings hanging up all over the place and a giant portrait hanging above the fireplace. The portrait is of all 15 members of the Company together. They’re all happy. He looks at the drawings and laughs as there’s one with you and the two princes hanging upside down on a tree branch. 

 "Gifts from Ori. He was the scribe of our company and quite a good one,” you voice as you walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom across. 

 You get dressed in a white undershirt, blue vest, and trousers, drying and then brushing your hair out. You walk out to join Haldir and sit in front of him. He automatically grabs your brush and starts brushing through the long, h/c tresses. 

 "1942 years I’ve been brushing your hair. How you managed to survive without me is astonishing,“ he tells you.

 "Hey I’ve been braiding your hair for just as long,” you defend. He smiles at you, putting your hair in a tie after braiding it.

 "Done,“ he states. You stand and take a seat next to him on the couch. "Now what is so important that you couldn’t wait for me to visit?” You ask. 

 He sighs, trying to ease his nerves. 

 "I’ve known you for as long as I can remember and I know that I can’t possibly be the only one that feels like this. We have been stepping around each other for far too long and I want us to do more than just flirt. I have spoken to your father and I wish to court you,“ he states, more confident than ever before. 

You just looked at him shocked, not knowing what to say. Haldir was very reserved and never expressed his feelings. You were happy that he returned your feelings, but the way he expressed that he did was weird.

 He takes your silence as a no. He stands.

 "I never should’ve came here,” he mutters, moving to put his armor on. You stand and grab his arm, stopping him.

 "I’m sorry. I should’ve responded with words. After all these years, I never would’ve expected that you would like me back,“ you tell him. 

 He looks down at you, smiling. 

 "Have you been in love with me since we met?” He asks, smugly. 

You smack him on his chest. 

“Don’t get cocky,” you say, rolling your eyes. 

 He smiles and wraps an arm around your waist pulling you closer. 

You smile up at him and rest your hands on his broad shoulders. 

 Before you can move your heads closer, there’s a knock on your door. 

You sigh and go to open it. 

 It’s Fili and he looks panicked. “Fee? What’s wrong?” You ask him. 

 "It’s uncle, Bain and Bard! They’ve been stabbed. Oin can’t help three of them at once!“ He shouts in panic. 

You usher him out.

 "Tell me where they are,” you state, running barefoot next to him. 

 "The throne room! Bard’s guard turned on him and then on Bain and finally on Thorin. Would’ve turned on me as well if Dwalin hadn’t knocked him down,“ he explains and you pick up your pace, leaving the dwarf behind. 

 You make it to the throne room within five minutes and you burst in. Dwalin is holding the wound on Bard and Balin is holding the wound on Bain while Oin is working on Thorin.

 "Oh thank mahal! Two elves! There has never been a day where I loved elves so much,” Oin states. 

 You turn to find Haldir right behind you. He ran out right after you left with Fili and even by passed the dwarf prince. 

You kneel by bard and the blood is spilling out fast.

 "Of course he hit an artery,“ you mutter, moving Dwalin’s hand away. 

You close your eyes and start muttering in elvish, hearing Haldir do the same. 

A few seconds later, you feel the blood stop running and you look down, removing your hands. The wound is still open but the bleeding stopped considerably. You look over to Oin and Thorin is still bleeding. Bain looks fine. Well, as fine as a stab wound could get. "Dwalin, get him to the healers wing, you too Balin,” you state, standing and making your way over to Thorin. You put your hand on his body and mutter the same thing. 

The bleeding stops, but Thorin is still out cold. 

 "Is he going to be alright?“ Fili asks. 

"They will all be fine, master dwarf. Just a few stitches and a days rest. They are lucky you came to me quickly. A few more minutes and they would’ve lost too much blood,” you state, helping Oin lift thorin up. Fili takes your place. 

“Take him to the infirmary. I shall be there in a second,” you state. 

They nod and you watch them leave. You let out a sigh of relief.

 "Men are dangerous,“ Haldir states, walking up behind you. He doesn’t touch you because he knows you’d be angry if he ruined your favorite tunic.

 "That they are. Come. Lets go and patch them up,” you state, walking out of the throne room. 

 You get some curiously looks from the dwarves. Not because you have blood on your hands but because there’s another elf. Elves were not known to walk so freely in the halls of the dwarves unless they were you. The dwarves had accepted you after they saw you and Princess Dis laughing up a storm. No one has seen her that happy since her husband died and they were glad the joy was returning to the line of Durin. 

 You two make your way to the healer’s wing and you immediately wash your hands and go to the men. All of them are stripped of everything but their trousers. 

 "Haldir I’m sure you remember how to do stitches,“ you state, grabbing a needle and thread. 

He nods and the three of you work on the three men, finishing with in minutes. Luckily they’re out cold. 

You sigh, sitting down on the chair next Bards bed after washing your hand. 

You watch as Oin wraps up the three of them. 

 "One year and this happens. What are we to do?” He states. 

 "I can give you no answer for I myself do not know. It would best be discussed when Thorin and Bard awaken. Until then we wait,“ you state. 

 Dwalin sits next to Thorin while Balin sits next to Bain. 

 "What has happened to the guard?” Haldir asks, moving a chair to sit in front of you with a wet rag in hand. 

You raise your feet and put them in his lap. Fili raises his eyebrow as Haldir cleans your feet. Haldir catches the look. 

 "She’s prone to running barefoot and coming to me to clean it,“ he shrugs. 

 "The guard is dead. Fell off the walk way and to his death. He got off lightly,” Dwalin mutters as Kili comes running in. 

 "Is everyone alright?“ He asks. 

 "Your uncle will be fine. Everyone will be,” you explain. 

 "Why is your feet in his crotch?“ Kili asks confused. 

"Nice attention span,” you reply, rolling your eyes,“I was in such a rush that I didn’t put on any shoes and my feet were dirty." 

 "So he’s cleaning it for you? You’re so spoiled,” Kili says, rolling his eyes and sitting on his uncles bed. 

“We just saved your Uncle’s life. It was a tiring process,” you retort. 

 Fili and Kili look at you as if only now they’re realizing that healing could take a toll on someone. 

 "How does healing work exactly?“

 "It takes a lot of effort. It really does. In the beginning, I couldn’t even finish the healing. I would pass out from exhaustion. After 2742 years of learning, I still feel a bit weary but that’s just about it. Healing you both and your uncle took a huge toll. I passed out for four days if I’m not mistaken,” you reply, thinking about the war. 

 Haldir stops his cleaning and breathes in deeply, trying to get the image of you putting yourself in harms way out of his mind. Fili and Kili look quite confused. 

 You have not yet told them that you were the one that saved them. It wasn’t something that came up in casual conversation and you passing out seemed to make the dwarves forget about the reason why you passed out.

 "What do you mean?“ Kili asks. 

"All elves have the power of healing, but being Lord Elrond’s daughter, I also have the gift of seeing. However, for some reason, I did not foresee your deaths until I noticed you four making your way up to Ravenhill. Usually, what we see is what is meant to be and we are not to change it, but I could not let you three die. Not after all that we’ve been through. I kind of stole a ram as well and even though I was a bit big for it, I still made it up in time to see Fili being held by Azog. When he dropped Fili, I ran as fast as I could and started healing him. I thought I was too late, but Fili started breathing again and then I heard your shout and I knew exactly where you were. Tauriel was already there, but since she is a lowly elf, not being mean just stating the truth, she did not have the full potential to heal you so we healed you together after getting those disgusting arrows out. The last was Thorin. After his battle with Azog, I skidded over to him, watching as he gave his final words to Bilbo. When I got there, he had already stopped breathing. It took all my will power to bring him back to life. To us. I would not fail the King of Erebor. After his eyes fluttered open and then closed, his breathing returned to normal and I collapsed. I could not remember what happened after that. I just remember waking up, four days later, lying in the same bed Thorin is in now with you on my right, Thorin where Bain is and Fili where Bard is,” you explain. 

 "You saved us,“ Fili mutters.

 "Of course I did. I was never going to live with myself if I had let you die,” you explain, lifting your feet as Haldir goes to discard the now dirty rag. “I didn’t realize your healing powers were that great,” Kili states as you place your legs back on Haldir’s lap as he sits. 

 "Neither did I, honestly. That’s why I’m planning to head back to Rivendell soon to discuss it with my father. But only for a couple of months,“ you state, noticing the frowns gracing all of the dwarves’ faces. "You will come back?” Balin asks. 

 "Most definitely. I’ve already spoken to Thorin about it and when I come back, I’ll have a spot on his council permanently. I am set to leave in a month’s time,“ you explain again. 

 "Come on laddies and lass. I will send word when they’re awake I promise. Go do whatever it is you guys do. And clean up that throne room! No one wants to see blood instead of their king,” Oin mutters the last part. 

 "If Thorin tries to leave, knock him out. The three of them will not leave this bed until I say so,“ you state and Oin nods, not wanting to argue with one of the best healers in Erebor. 

 Haldir stands and turns his back toward you, kneeling. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he lifts you up. 

That earns you a look from all of the dwarves, but you ignore it just wanting to go to your room. Haldir leads you to your room and when you get there he places you on the bed, making to leave. 

"Stay?” You ask quietly. 

He looks at you and smiles softly. He removes his shoes and his outer layers leaving him in only an undershirt and underwear. 

He slides into bed and pulls you close.

You rest your head on his chest and the both of you fall asleep.


(From AskReddit)

    By Reddit user vuhleeitee
    When I was little, around 8, I hated going to the dentist, he always made me uncomfortable for some reason. I remember thinking his smile stretched too far and seemed forced, like clowns. Anyway, my mom always came with me, and went back so I wouldn’t be scared. One day, my dad had me (divorced parents), and had to take me to the dentist, but tried to make me go back alone so he could sit out in the lobby doing whatever. The assistants had to literally drag me back to the room and you could hear me screaming and crying down the hall, refusing to sit in the chair. Finally, my dad came back to get me, irritated I’d made a scene, he rescheduled my appointment to when my mom would have me, and we just left, he made a big deal about how bad I was acting and told my mom she was spoiling me and all sorts of shit.
    Two weeks later, it’s on the news that my dentist was charged with child pornography, after molesting children under anesthesia and photographing it.

  • DOLL
    By Reddit user SuicideSquad
    I was born and raised in North Dakota. Back when I was in HS, a group of us would research murders that occurred out in the county. We would then go out to find the scenes and film the exploration at night (this was about two years before Blair Witch) It was something to do while we got wasted on shitty beer and teenage bullshit. Eventually we ran out of places to go (ND = few people, few murders) and got really good at finding abandoned rural farmsteads by driving dirt roads and looking for the signs. Rut roads, deliberate tree groves, and old mailbox posts were common markers. We were out looking when we spotted a tree grove that was out of place (sure sign) and drove through the field and discovered an old (but not too old) house. It had padlocks on the outside doors that were knocked off pretty easily, we dispatched of them and entered the kitchen. There were six of us, all with flashlights, and we lit up the kitchen/dining area fairly easily. The table was the initial thing you noticed and it was strange because of how normal it looked. It was set for a meal and not a bowl was out of place. Only thing was, we’d been in dozens of these houses and place setttings were a first. Especially unbroken ones. As we investigated the area we found the fridge had the disgusting remnants of a full stock, and the cupboards were full of canned and dry foods. This was also a first. One guy found mail on the counter from early June 1978 and another found a creepy ass TV guide in the living room with UFO’s on the cover. All the family photos were hanging up. Mom, Dad, Bro and Sis in their 1970’s glory. Furniture was dusty, but in good condition. Closets were full. Everything was totally normal. Which was super abnormal. As we dug around the house, we all started to realize that this house had not been moved out of, it had been straight up abandoned. Imagine locking the door to your house and never coming back. That’s the state this house was in. Complete unplanned departure. We went upstairs and split into three pairs to check out the three rooms. Ours was the closest and obviously it was the younger boys room, I can’t describe what it looked like too well because almost right away from the hall, we heard the most fucking terrifying scream I’ve ever had the misfortune of hearing. We went running into the hallway and were all yelling questions at each other at the same time. After a few (really long) seconds the two screamers caught their breath and said “you have to go in and see.” Walking down the hall and through the doorway, I prayed I wouldn’t act like a pussy in front of my friends. I shouldn’t have been concerned because the others were as scared as I was. The room itself opened up to the left of the door-frame and centered on the right side of the room was a queenish sized bed. Propped up on pillows, with the blanket drawn to the waist, arms on top of the blanket, and worst of all, head turned slightly so it was looking you straight in the eyes when you entered the room was a life sized porcelain doll. Snow white skin, jet black hair, cold dead eyes. The dead eyes lit up with our flashlights. Like she was waiting for us. If the head hadn’t been turned I could excuse it, but it was turned. Ready for when we walked in. Ready for 20 years. Hasty fucking exits were made down the stairs and into the car. It was during the ride we started to get even more creeped out when we realized that even though the house had been abandoned, someone had taken the time to set up that goddamn doll. Not packing food, clothes, or family photos. Setting up the doll was one of the last things done in this house. We researched their names, but got nothing. No tragic car accident. No grisly massacre. No extended family. Just a tacky time-capsule in the middle of nowhere. We found out that the county had taken possession of the land for nonpayment of taxes, explaining the locks, but never tracked down anymore information on what happened to them. Or why they left that fucking doll.

    By Reddit user brs677
    We were partying at a usual party spot by the river, and some dude came out of the woods. He just kept saying weird shit like “you gotta watch yourself down here,” “There are some bad folks around here” and when asked who he was he just said, “I’m nobody.” We were all a little sketched out, and basically told the guy to fuck off. A couple days later a girl went off the rope swing there and got really fucked up. Someone put fishing hooks all over the bottom of the rope swing and it took chunks of flesh out of her leg.
    Later we found out the dude was just a guy that lived nearby and although a creepy drunk, he was harmless. There was a fucked up, probably inbred family that lived up the road that he would warn people about. About 5 years later, last year, they beat some kid up with a log and kidnapped some girl at gunpoint and took her on a joy ride.

    By Redditt user so_so_so_bored
    Last year, a guy came to my house’s door around 9:00 at night. He knocked and I got my mom, and she went out to see what was up. By the way, we live in a very rural area, so visits that late are extremely uncommon and strange.The guy talked to my mom about how he was opening a business, asked whether she liked american-made products, then handed her a clorox container as a ‘sample.’ He went back to his minivan and opened it to get a 'vacuum cleaner’ when my mom saw five other men sitting inside. She told me to run and get my phone, since we don’t have a land line. I couldn’t find it, so I got my knife and stood around the corner. She threw the container outside and told them to get the hell off her property, as well as that she was calling the cops. They peeled out of the driveway and we never saw the car again.
    Two months later my mom found a single, bearded guy putting filled garbage bags by the back door. She asked him what the hell he was doing- he responded by saying “this is for your little girl” (my little sister). Again, she told him to get the hell out, then went through the bags.They were filled with garbage, dirty clothes, and empty tampon containers.

    By Reddit user GrittySpice
    Working as a paramedic, I was dispatched to what went out as a simple assault call in a bad neighborhood. This was around 10 pm. We arrived at the address to find a man standing behind a row of parallel parked cars in front of his house, yelling in a strange high pitched voice. The police were trying to calm him down. Our first assumption walking up to him was that this was the guy who was injured, but once we got the gurney around the parked cars we saw what was really going on. A dead man was leaned up against a mini cooper, slouched in the gutter. I’ll never forget coming around the car to find him. There was this really unsettling moment that lasted about 2 seconds where I thought he was alive and staring at me, then realizing he was looking through me, then realizing he was dead. He was shirtless and had been stabbed multiple times. And these were brutal wounds. Most stabbings I’d seen up till that point seemed to be simple penetrations, but this guy’s chest and abdomen had been torn to shreds, it was nasty.The guy standing on the curb was yelling in that weird warbly voice, crying, asking if his roommate would be okay. We started CPR and scooped him up and took him to the hospital, knowing that there really was no chance for this guy. After the doctor pronounced him a couple of cops came over from the scene to square away business involving the victim. One of them really dropped a bomb on us. The story they had heard before our arrival was that the victim had left the house to have a smoke, and when his roommate came out to check on him, he found him stabbed to death outside. But after we left for the hospital, someone noticed a trail of blood leading from the house to the curb, implying that he had been stabbed inside. When the police confronted the roommate about this, he managed to run inside and barricade himself in house. There was actually a SWAT team over there dealing with the situation as we spoke. So anyway, the person who had most likely brutally murdered our patient that night had been standing there right behind me for most of the call. Pretty creepy.

    By Reddit user Sweetdish
    A few years back I rented an apartment from a friend of mine. He had recently bought it and had it completely renovated. He put it up for sale but couldn’t find a buyer so I offered to rent it in the meantime.After moving in I realized there was something wrong with the lady next door. She was about 45 but looked much older. She would sit up all night listening to Christian radio shows and talking loudly to someone. It got to the point where I couldn’t sleep so I went over to her place and asked her to keep it down. She opened her door and I got a quick peak. Her walks all had crosses painted on them in different colors. And words like “Jesus” and “angels” scribbled everywhere. The windows were painted black letting no light in at all. It was damp, yellow stained 50 year old carpets, dog shit and cock roaches everywhere. No dog though.I asked her to please keep it down. She just looked at me and shut the door. Then she turned up the radio even louder.The next night I had my GF staying over. I wake up in the middle of the night and see a shadow of a person next to the bed looking at us sleeping. I think I’m hallucinating as I usually do in the dark when I’m sleepy. But then the shadow starts talking. It’s my neighbor and she’s holding something in her hand. She broke in during the night and who knows how long she stood there.“You should lock your door at night” she says and walks out.The next morning I hear someone making strange noises below my bedroom window. It’s my neighbor talking to herself in tongue. She has a plastic bag in her hand with her rotting dead dog inside. It’s hot as hell outside and I can smell death from the bag.At this point I’m scared shitless. Shes obviously very insane. I go upstairs and knock on another persons door and ask what the hell is going on. The guy is as scared as me. Apparently she broke into his apartment one evening as well while he was watching tv with his kids. He got up from the couch to get a snack only to find her behind the couch staring at him holding a power drill. (Now I know what was in her hand)At this stage I’m basically pooping myself. I call the cops and they know all about her. Apparently she is a violent schizo and she hasn’t taken her meds. But they can’t force her or enter her apartment w/o her permission because she owns it. The only thing they can do is get her when she goes outside. I sit up for the next two days waiting for her to run out of cigarettes. When I hear her leave at 2am to go across the road to the 7-eleven I call the cops. They have 3 cars and a special van over in less than 2 minutes. They restrain her and throw her in the van and drive off to some institution and in less than a minute it’s like she was never there.I never see her again. Still have nightmares about her looking at me in my sleep.

    By Reddit user wordsfromlee
    This happened to a friend of mines house mate during their time at university. It was at the house she lived in before moving in with my friend after this event occurred. During her second year at university she lived in a house with three other people. At Easter, everyone went back home to their parents for the Easter holidays. Her first night back after returning from the Easter break she woke up in the morning to find some things moved about in her bedroom. She thought nothing of it and put it down to moving it herself the night before and not remembering. She woke up the next morning to more stuff moved around. Like her TV and chair etc. she started to get a bit scared and told her house mates to quit moving her stuff about as it wasn’t funny and very creepy. They all said they didn’t touch anything. The next morning even more stuff had been moved and she started to get very worried. Again, she told her house mate to stop but they swore they haven’t touched anything and were getting very concerned themselves. The fourth night she woke up during the middle of the night. She looked over and in the darkness she could see a figure sitting at her desk. She freaked the fuck out, ran out of the room, locked the door and called the police. The police turn up and they unlock the door. Sure enough, there is a guy there, probably early 20s, sitting at her desk. Calm as anything. The police arrest him and take him away. A couple of days later they find out that the guy was actually a mentally handicapped person who lived at a care home not far down the road. His mother had looked after him until her death a year or so earlier when he was then moved into the home. He’d been a missing person for a few weeks and it turned out that the house this girl and her friends lived in used to be his and his mothers house. In particular, her bedroom used to be his. He eventually told the police that when he ran away from the home, his old house was where he went to. He managed to get in somehow and spent the whole time there. Two and a half weeks. Sleeping under the girls bed. Coming out at night while she slept to move her stuff so it was like how he had it when it was his bedroom.

    By Reddit user Darkest-timeline
    It was very early morning/late at night, whatever you wanna call it. Around 5am, still dark. My dad and brother and I were in the car, driving to the mosque. On the way there, there’s this dimly lit road, with a forest on both sides, and a bend that made it difficult to see. Bear in mind this isn’t a residential area, there isn’t even a sidewalk and the nearest intersection is a good kilometer either way. So we’re driving, we get to this bend, and just before it we see a figure sort of waving us down. They were dressed kinda odd, but I figured it was some sort of running outfit. I don’t wanna say it was glowing or reflective cause I don’t fully remember, but it just made me assume it was some sort of running outfit. Couldn’t make out his face, or anything about him other then his clothing. So he’s waving us down dramatically, my dad slows down but doesn’t really think anything of it. As we turn along the road, we see a car like right freaking there. It was just out of view before the curve in the road, so we would have definitely hit it if my dad didn’t slow down. Dad stops, quickly checks on the driver of the car to make sure he’s okay, then doubles back for some reason, maybe to thank the guy who warned us. He drove back quite a ways. No one, on either side of the road. It was about 60 seconds from initially seeing the guy to turning around to where he was, no time for him to really go anywhere.

    By Reddit user DAMNATiON182
    About 6 years ago, I was in my final year of high school and due to the weird timetable that 12th grade had at my school, we regularly had 2+ hour breaks between classes, early finishes, and longer lunch breaks. My house was about a 20 minute walk away from school, and I would usually just walk home either by myself or with a friend and chill until we had to head back.My school was located on the outskirts of the city, and my house a little bit further out. I lived on about 40 acres on a dirt road. Along the dirt road, I had been passing a really foul smell about 5 minutes away from my house. I couldn’t tell where the smell was coming from, but it was definitely close to the road. I had passed this smell about 4 times over roughly a week of school but figured it was a dead animal due to the area.After an exam, I was walking home with a friend and the smell was worse than ever, so as you do, we decided to walk into the grass to search for whatever the smell was. We ended up finding a black garbage bag that was completely blown up like a balloon about 5 meters from the road. As a joke, I threw a rock at it and it popped and shot out this foul white goo and immediately, my friend and I started dry-reaching. We ran away as fast as we could, laughing and vomiting, back home to my place. I didn’t think anything of it as I figured it was a cat or something that someone had dumped.I remember walking back from school the next week, by myself, and there were mounted police on their horses walking down the road slowly, and near one of the entrances to my property, there was a dog squad with sniffer dogs walking around. I didn’t take much notice of all the police and what they were doing, but literally as soon as I got closer to the area that we had found the bag, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach and I thought “Oh shit…”. The bag ended up being the body of a girl who had been murdered and was dumped along the fence-line of my property. I still feel sick when I think about it.

    By Reddit user apropos_cluster
    I was in Minot, ND with my old band. Our tour van blew a head gasket and we were stuck there for a few days. Everyone was tired on day 2, but I was wide awake. I walk for a bit and make it to some scummy bar. I’m obviously not from around there, and nobody is saying a word to me. After 2 beers, I start to get a tad nauseous and dizzy. I put my head in my hand and try to let it pass, but it keeps getting worse. Suddenly, a voice says “you’ll feel pain tonight”. I jump and look up and a tall roughly 40 year old man is walking to the bathroom, turns back and glances at me. I called my friends and got the fuck out of there. I slept for 12-13 hours and felt awful/loopy the next day. I was roofied.

    By Reddit user TummySticksss
    I lived in a small college town and my apartment complex was walking distance from the bar/downtown area. One weekday night, I stepped out on our front porch to smoke a cigarette or two (I was up late studying). I brought my text book with me and sat down on the stairs while I smoked. A girl, who I had never met but who lived one apartment over but down on the ground floor, came home from downtown. She was by herself and you could tell from her walk she had been drinking. She got in her apartment and barely got the door closed before some guy, who came out of nowhere, knocked on her door. She opened and I noticed he introduced himself, which was weird because it was after 2:30 am, who comes to a strange girl’s apartment at that time? So I decide to stay outside and pay attention. They ended up talking for over ten minutes, she later acknowledged how weird the situation was but did not know how to end the conversation. He would do the creepiest things, like he reached up and stroked her hair at least three times, and would try and slowly inch his way closer to her and the door. I made a point of being loud with my textbook so he would know I was there and he disappeared as eerily as he had come. We called the cops, and days later they had the girl and me sit with a sketch artist. As soon as the sketch was made public, floods of calls came in. Guy turned out to be a serial rapist who followed lone girls home from bars and pretended to be a cab offering them a ride. This girl just got lucky because she lived so close to the bars, he didn’t get a chance to pull the cab routine.

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Request from Anon

Could you possibly write a Newt Scamander x Reader fic where the reader is short and kind of clumsy and she has to help Newt? I read somewhere there was a shirtless scene that got cut from the movie and Newt was really scared up and muscly, Could you add that too with a bit of flirty fluff and some gigglewater insidents?  OH and maybe even some Pickett scenes

Thanks!!! (ps love your blog!)


Newt Scamander x Reader

Trigger warnings, mentions of scars and attacks from animals but thats it

fluff and flirty alcohol and a little bit of intense love at the end ;)

You lowered yourself into Newts case as carefully as you could but due to your naturally clumsiness slipped on a crate and fell down into it awkwardly. Newt was standing at the bottom of the case with a poultice in hand, and catching you carefully. You looked at him blushing furiously and cursing mentally as he slowly lowered you onto the chair. Smiling awkwardly at you he studied your face.

“What is it Newt?” you could tell he wanted to ask you something, curiosity written all over his freckled face.

“Umm right.” He said mentally pulling himself back together. “The thing is… I got bit by the Murtlap well putting back in the case and I can’t reach the wound. I’ll need you to apply this poultice to the affected area.” He handed you a foul smelling bowl with a horrible looking blob in it. Your nose turned at the smell.

“Couldn’t you just use your wand and you know, levitate the poultice on Newt?” you said gesturing your own wand and levitating the poultice well you rolled up the sleeves on your dress.

“Well that’s the funny thing about magical creatures isn’t it?” he began laughing, a sweet and quiet sound.

“If your bit by one you can’t always use something as simple as magic to heal yourself. Sometimes you just have to do it the muggle way.” He began taking off his coat and you noted that he was sweating pretty good by now. He had his back turned to you as he popped a pill in his mouth.  

“And besides we can’t spoil the illusion of whimsy for Jacob.”

You laughed slightly “No I don’t think that would do at all. Its sweet really. He’s like an eleven year old getting their letter for the first time.” You could tell Newt smiled slightly here. You stood up and walked over to Newt, getting your hair out of your face.

“Alright Newt so where is this heroic badge?”   you had your back to him throwing a cloth over your arm, you levitated some warm water and a wash cloth. You then began running the gross poultice through your hands, it felt like oatmeal and smelled like old milk but you were trying to stick it out. Meanwhile Newt had taken off his vest and had shrugged his suspenders off. In that moment you had both turned around and faced each other. You nearly dropped the bowl you were holding.

To your shock but small joy, Newt stood before you shirtless. He was very tall and to your great surprise very toned. He had a six pack and strong pecs and arms. And all across his chest were different scars and scratches, bruises and bite marks, burns and lacerations. Newt looked away self-conscious.

“It’s on my shoulder blade.” He said quietly blushing. Silently you snapped yourself back together and focused on the task at hand. You went to his back and realized there would be a problem. Newt was significantly taller than you.  

“Newt could I trouble you to sit down? Its just easier with you being so much taller and all.” He silently conjured up a stool and sat on it. You took the warm cloth and hot water first and did your best to be as gentle as possible. Hearing the slightest wince as you added the poultice and then a sigh of relief. You washed your hands and then had his help winding a bandage around his arm and neck. But your curiosity got the best of you in the silence that followed. You gently began running your hand over a particularly a long and wide scar across his back. He exhaled quietly, his muscles tensing slightly at your touch.

“Sorry” you whispered.

‘It’s alright (y/n). I don’t show very many people this. It scares them you see. Makes them think my creatures are dangerous. But they’re not. They’re always just scared at first. That one was a Ukrainian Ironbelly, I was lucky, two inches lower and he would’ve sawed me in two. I was hospitalized at Saint Mungos for a year. It was during the war you see. This one had been particularly foul tempered. Beaten severely for four years.”

He was staring off into another world. You could tell he wasn’t really talking to you at that moment, more so to himself. “ I had called him Carson. He was good…..people just didn’t see it. He died two days later.”

“Accio gigglewater.” Two shots of giggle water appeared. One in front of you and one for Newt to which he downed instantly.  He began laughing loudly. You took one too and drank it feeling a happiness and fit of glee wash over you.

“Why Newton, I had no idea you drank!” you laughed pretending to sound shocked.

He was in fits now “Only on the bad days. It’s become rather a favorite since I started my journeys in North America. Almost as good as Butterbeer” He had become this confidant burst of happiness. His bright shy smile lighting up his face. He turned around and grabbed your hand twirling you gently and he conjured up some music the Blind Pig starting playing. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, tracing a scar. A circle of small bites overlapping each other.

“This one was from a Kappa. He tried to drink me dry, until I tricked him into bowing to me.” He laughed loudly again running your hand down to his hip where there was a huge gash like scar.

“Stabbed by a mersperson.” Your breath began to catch and you could feel yourself blushing as he ran your fingertips along a long scar along the hem of his pants. He pulled you closer and whispered.

“A Basilisk fang. Just about had me too.” You pulled away slightly to look at him. His face contorted with pain. 

“I had to kill that one. Did my best to do it quickly. He injured my brother and was coming for me. I tried everything to calm him down. But he was determined to kill me.”

He half smiled and looked away. The effects of the giggle water clearly wearing off.  He then turned and looked at you. Very gently he tucked back a strand of your hair and ran his hand to rest on your neck brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.

You held your breath. Very slowly almost weighing the options Newt leaned in and kissed you very gently and tenderly and slowly. Still dancing to the beat. You stretched up on your tip toes to be able to kiss him better. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pushed you roughly against the wall of the tiny shed. You ran your hands all over his chest and back and he eagerly ran a hand down your backside and back up your thigh pulling your leg up to him as he did so.

Yes, love has set the beasts astir,

The dangerous and the meek concur,

It’s ruffled feathers, fleece, and fur

‘Cause love drives all of us wild


Jacob suddenly came in and opened the shed door as the song was ending. “Hey Newt the moon calves are…….never mind ill come back later than.” He blushed and shut the door.

The two of you looked at each other, faces both red and flushed. Out of breathe you both slowly slid away. Bashful from what had just occurred between you two.

“We should probably go and check on the…” he said running a hand through his messy hair.

“Moon calves right.” You said smoothing your skirts and walking out the door. Newt sheepishly put his white shirt back on. Picket crawled out of his pocket. Newt picked him up and he swung there.

“At least she likes me back to Pic, though I don’t know how I’ll be able to tell her again after today.” Picket swung over to the shot glass of giggle water.

“No no absolutely not Pic, its gotten me in enough trouble today as it is.”

“What’s gotten you into trouble Newton?” you said peeking your head in the doorway.

He blushed and began stuttering. “Ah well its just that um see… I had brought you down here to show you all the creatures as well and now I’m a a little bit dizzy.”   He fumbled with pickett in his hands.

“Well maybe you should sit back down than Mr. Scamander.”

“(Y/N)’’ Please call me Newt you know that.” He smiled as he watched Pickett climb up to his shoulder and reach out for you.

You allowed the little guy to crawl onto your fingers and he tried to pull you over to Newt.

“What on earth is it Pickett?” you asked laughing. Suddenly you were staring right into Newts beautiful green eyes.  “Ahh does Newt want to tell me something?” you said as you stared at him eyebrow raised.

His face went beat red. “Well ummm the thing is (y/n) do you like books? Because I’ve been working on a manuscript and I really think it would be great if…” suddenly pickett jumped over to Newts faced and closed his lips shaking his head back and forth and screeching scolding Newt.

“Pickett we’ve been over this interrupting is very rude.” He said as he pulled Pickett off his face. Pickett shook his head and gestured to Newts chest then to you.  Newt looked away as he said all in a rush. “(y/n) ireallylikeyou. In fact I think I love you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before not even my creatures.” You beamed with delight. “I love you Newt.”

Jail Break

Sixth installment of the Jacob Black Home series (“Home” - “Familiarities” - “Reunion” - “Pitching Fits”- “Grand Gestures”) requested by a good handful of you. If you’d like to see another installment, send a continuation request my way. Hope you like it!

Sneaking out of Charlie’s house was little more than child’s play. The man slept like the dead; he’d slept through countless fire alarms, thunder (this as commonplace), and countless other wailing offenses. It would likely take a full-fledged wail of pain to wake him from his impossibly deep slumber, but you imagined he could learn to ignore even screaming. The rain was an excellent conditioner for deep sleep; the constant pattering of water against windowpanes trained the mind to ignore sounds as soft as footsteps on hardwood just as it did the whip of branches against the siding of his home. You tread carefully nonetheless, keeping in mind each faulty plank, though you knew the creak of the wood would never be enough to wake the humble giant sleeping upstairs. Your course was simple and direct; your bedroom on the ground-level of the house made for an easy escape. It was all but a waltz down the hallway and to your front door, and you were home free. You turned the knob cautiously, paranoid despite your knowledge of your relative safety, working the heavy door open, the sound of rain amplified tenfold as the outside world was invited in. You slipped your arms through the nylon sleeves of your world-worn raincoat, hiking your hood up over your hair before you ventured outside, closing the door behind you, quiet as the grave.

You turned to face the rain-slick night, your eyes falling first on the inky sky above, scarred by the strips of ashen clouds above, illuminated by the dim lights of the occasional streetlamp. Raindrops struck your cheeks as you lifted your face to the Heavens, allowing the water to pull you to alertness before your eyes fell on Jacob Black’s smiling face, his features brightened by the force of his happiness. You offered him a widened smile, your emotions heightened and fueled by the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins at the very thought of slipping out of the house at such an hour. You crept along the lawn, throwing yourself into his waiting arms, his body warm through the layers of your protective outerwear, his hands smoothing along your back. Your hands, clenched behind his back, clung to him as if he were the final life preserver thrown to the masses of passengers who’d fallen into  the water after the Titanic ran out of lifeboats. You never knew how lonely you’d felt all this time until the darkness was banished, driven away by the light of Jacob’s presence. He chuckled in your ear, his beaming grin audible in his voice.

“It’s good to see you, stranger,” he giggled, holding you at an arm’s length, his eyes scanning over your body as if to identify what about you had changed since your last meeting so many days ago. He smirked, his eyes alight with mischief, his hand dropping to your wrist, tugging you lightheartedly across the soggy expanse of your front lawn, treading backwards, his eyes on your face. For a boy as clumsy as Jacob was, this stunt was a feat in itself, an act to rival his recent jailbreak. “Let’s get out of eyeshot, before your dad wakes up and arrests me for kidnapping,” he joked, his pearly teeth biting down on his lower lip to stifle his laughter, his body turning at the torso to guide you back to where he’d parked his car, your feet splashing against waterlogged grass as you raced for shelter.

“Wait, whose car are you driving?” you whispered, your brow knotted in confusion. If he’d been waiting to inherit Bella’s tank, and Billy certainly wasn’t driving, how had he managed to travel from La Push to free you from captivity? Jacob’s eyes glinted, his mouth pressed in a line just barely hinting at a smile, his dark hair dampened into congealed strands by the rain his hood had failed to repel.

“Quil’s mom’s been driving his dad’s truck around ever since he died, and Quil and I carpool to school. The thing’s as good as ours; Joy hates trucks. Too big, you know? But Quil was all for letting me borrow it tonight when he found out I was off to rescue you,” he grinned, raising his eyebrows, his head tilted in your direction. You rolled your eyes at the thought of your heroic “rescue,” recalling the valiant efforts Jake had made at breaking your bedroom window with the sheer force of determination supplied by his knuckles against the glass. Your pace slowed as you approached the forest’s treeline, rounding a corner onto the side of the road, your house hidden behind the thick curtain of greenery. A beaten and rusted white truck was nestled against the curb, the cabin light glowing within the interior of the car, revealing comfortable (and dry) leather seats. Jacob wound his way around to the passenger side, pulling your door open with exaggerated chivalry, his body bending at the waist in an uncoordinated bow. You slapped at his shoulder, climbing into the passenger seat, pulling the door closed beside you. Jacob joined you in the car a moment later, throwing his hood back, running his open palm over the hair at the crown of his head, his hand closing absentmindedly around the ponytail at the nape of his neck. He shook his head comically, the stray strands of hair framing his face flinging droplets against the window, just barely missing your face. He chuckled, settling into his seat as you, too, removed your hood, watching water pool against the aged brown leather of your seat. Rain coursed over the windshield in rivers, the serene pounding of water against the metal exterior calming the rush of energy through your body, your spine melting into the seat. “As much as I wish we didn’t have to sneak around over enemy lines, I’m kinda glad we got to do this,” Jacob noted, his voice soft in the hushed calm of the cabin. You nodded in agreement, sighing as you watched his hands fiddle with an extra hair elastic around his wrist.

“Charlie’s trying to make amends,” you breathed, your voice just above a whisper as you updated your friend on the status of the warring men. “Thing should be back to normal soon. All I’ll have to worry about is when Edward Cullen’s going to come back into town and stab my sister to death in Biology.” Jacob’s head tilted at the sound of Edward’s name, his brow furrowed as he thought, but he abandoned his process to address the more immediate situation.

“I’ll talk to my dad about calling around yours, see if we can have this settled by the next game,” he shifted in his seat, his weight on the armrest between you, his eyes dancing. “My place or yours?” he inquired, confident in the swift end to your fathers’ fighting, making plans for a meeting during the next major sporting event. You smiled,your eyes lifted as you thought. It’s be easier to monitor the men if they congregated at your house, but you wouldn’t have the privacy of Jacob’s garage to separate yourselves from the aggravated shouting of two old men who assumed the players could hear them through the television screen. Jacob, on track with your thoughts, nodded at your silent eye contact, understanding perfectly your unspoken language. “I’ll let Harry know we need extra bait to keep everything calm.” As if to accentuate his statement, Jacob’s hands twitches outward, motioning a stop as if the steering wheel was as volatile as your fathers could be. You snorted at his movement, leaning further into your seat, your feet kicking up onto the rough plastic of the dashboard, your hand absentmindedly rifling around the storage compartment within the cup holder between your two bodies, returning with half-melted hard candies, their sugared shells adhered to their wrappers form too long a stay near the heater. You offered one to Jacob, his fingertips brushing against you palm as he took the candy, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he retracted his hand. He fidgeted with the plastic twists at the ends of his butterscotch treat, your eyes hard on his hands as you unwrapped your candy, peeling stubborn strips of plastic from their holds on the shell before popping the sphere in your mouth, pushing it into your cheek so you could speak.

“You look like you witnessed a murder, Jake. Stop-” you began, placing a palm on his hands to slow their turning of the candy, his eyes on yours as your hand held his from producing any more crunching sounds. “Are you okay? Did I miss something drive by? Headless Horsemen, the Ghost of Christmas Past? What’s gotten into you? You were fine five minutes ago,” you spoke, your tone almost reprimanding, though you were more upset with yourself for not noticing Jake’s discomfort. He shook his head, his lips tugging into a forced smile, his eyes dropping to his hands. He was quiet for a moment, his and your breathing the only sounds within the truck to accompany the fall of rain around you, his chest expanding slowly before his hand twitched. He shifted beneath your hold, turning his palm until it was flush against your own, his fingers twining with yours slowly, as if each move had to be calculated so as not to detonate a bomb. Your face flushed at the action, not uncommon between you, but the atmosphere in itself was of a different flavour than you had experienced. You avoided his eye, your gaze glued to his fingers between yours, the russet silk of his skin contrasting sweetly with the complexion of yours. The heat from his hand spread throughout your entire body, warming the blood in your veins, the air within the cabin… you couldn’t imagine how the rain wasn’t turned to steam on the glass before you. You lifted your eyes to Jacob’s face, his cheeks flushed, his eyes lifting to meet yours, his expression one of fearful confidence. You had both noticed the shift, it seemed, and neither one of you knew how to stop or how to continue. Jacob cleared his throat suddenly, his hand clenching on yours. He inhaled deeply, his jaw tight, lips pursed around his exhale, his head nodding as if to encourage himself

“I was wondering…” he began, his voice quiet, but surprisingly smooth for the level of nervousness you could see physically flowing over his body. “You know, it’s kind of a funny story, but, uh, Quil only let me borrow the car if I…” he closed his mouth, swallowing somewhat labouredly. “He told me if I could… If I could ask you, maybe, you know, if you wanted to maybe go on a date? With me?” His eyes were open, honest on yours, impossible to break contact with, his face flushed with the embarrassment of having to put his emotions in the open. You inhaled slowly, struggling to digest what had just happened, your hand comfortably in Jacob’s, despite the heat and wavering comfort of your situation. In your silence, Jacob continued, his speech slow as a side effect of the strain on his brain under such emotional stress, gaining momentum and speed for the same reason. “I don’t want you to think I’m asking you out on a dare or anything, Quil just wanted me to step up, you know? Because it’s been… it’s been a while since I thought about it, about you… like that. And, you know, I guess I just thought we could try it out or somethi-”

“Yeah, Jake. That sounds nice,” you spoke, your voice mingling with his, his eyes going wide momentarily before the width of his enormous smile caused his eyes to wrinkle at the corners, his teeth biting once more on his lower lip in an attempt to conceal the extent of his enthusiasm.

“Cool, cool,” he whispered, smiling again to himself, his eyes on his hand in yours. His eyes fell on the dashboard’s clock, his sigh indicative of not wanting your time to be over, but understanding the consequences of keeping you too long. “You’d better get back in there before the Chief starts an Amber Alert,” He joked, inching towards his door, your hands untangling slowly. He raced around to meet you on the passenger side as you let yourself out of Joy’s truck, your hand closing your door behind you, falling to your side. Jacob reached behind your head to tug your hood up, covering your face from the fall of rain, his hand dropping once to occupy yours, this time much more casually than before, your joining more natural. He walked you back towards your home, his free hand hauling his hood up to cover his sleek hair from the generous pelting of water from above, your journey punctuated by comfortable silence. When you reached your door, Jacob’s hand still in yours, you turned to face him, his smile hinting at a happiness much greater than he let on. Your hand fell from his, not unkindly or abruptly, but naturally. You were close enough that you didn’t need a physical connection.

“Thanks, Jake. You managed a successful jailbreak.” Jacob grinned, offering a small bow. “I’ll call you, okay? We can… figure something out.” Jake chuckled, his head tipping back slightly, his smile growing.

“You sure Charlie won’t mind that I’m taking you out?” You rolled your eyes, feigning arrogant disdain.

“I think he minds that you haven’t asked his permission to marry me yet,” Jacob snorted, muffling his laughter with the backside of his hand, his feet carrying him backward, away from the door. “Night, Jake. Drive safe,” you whispered, your voice carrying to him despite your volume. He nodded, waving farewell.

“Night, Y/n. I’ll see you around.” You let yourself into the house, turning the lock slowly, your eyes on Jake’s back through the door’s raised window as he walked back to his borrowed transportation. You turned on your heel, creeping back towards your bedroom, your thoughts racing. Unbeknownst to you, Jacob’s mind was equally wired, his hands on his head, his body slumped back against the driver’s seat in disbelief at what he’d just accomplished. You sunk into your bed, your raincoat dripping quietly within your closet, your brain far too active to sleep. You’d suffer for it in the morning, but with daylight came a whole new round of stimulation to keep you occupied. You closed your eyes, daring to dream of Jacob Black.

Forever Mine (Soryu Oh Fluff Angst Smut)

Title: Forever Mine
Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder
Character: Soryu Oh x Liana (@donnaintx )
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut
Notes: Last but not least, hope you all enjoy this one ;)


No matter how many IVC or banquets you’ve helped, your mouth always drop wide open the moment you enter the grand ballroom of Tres Spades Hotel. Everything is perfect, white roses on each table as centerpieces, band ready on stage with a spacious dance floor in front. Scanning across the beautiful room, you finally see the man of the night.

His gray eyes are framed by the Navy blue vest and suit jacket, his slick back hair and slender features compliment his perfect size. Under the light of the ballroom chandelier, he seems to be glowing with a radiant light. You can’t look away even know for sure that your face must be visibly reddened. A simple sight of him brings you joy, the corner of your lips turn up into a smile. He’s surrounded, greetings one guest after another. It’s funny seeing him smiles, he rarely does which is why most people are scared of him. And you can tell, this is one of his fake ones, he can never act naturally like Mr. Ichinomiya which is a good thing, he’s genuine from inside and out.

The crowd slowly opens a gap and cheers as he wraps one arm around her waist and shakes hand with the rest of them. You have preped yourself before putting on this stupid uniform but you can never quite prepare for the flash of pain when you witness your lover getting engaged to someone else. How do you prepare for heartache? A knife stabs through it as you watch him bends down to listen while she giggles and whispers something in his ear. Covering her mouth with her perfectly manicured hand like their words are private, just for the two of them to know. Your eyes shift to her fourth finger, to that engagement ring sparkle so mockingly in the dim lighting of the banquet hall.

He then presses his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. And still, you can’t make yourself look away. Your eyes remain lock on the couple as they pull apart and other guests to chuckle and cheer. It is perfect, he is perfect, just like everything you’d hoped for, the only problem is you are not his fiancée. You grip onto your palms tightly, nails dig so deep that it may bleed. A tear roll onto your cheek and suddenly you feel like suffocating. It hurts too much to be here, smiling like the rest and serve them when it goes against everything inside. You can no longer watch the man you love with someone else.

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