poor imitations

That video of the guy with his kids interrupting his interview but instead

General Organa : *discussing war and important issues to council via space Skype*

Toddler Ben : * dances in, wielding a toy saber* R2 rolls in behind him

Han : frantically bursts in, attempting to wrangle his unruly toddler and oblivious droid

anonymous asked:

Who takes who's last name when married??

michael and jeremy become mell-heere. michael likes to say ‘michael mell-heere’ in a way that sounds like ‘michael mell, here’ and he thinks its funny. he can also say it in a really stupid poor imitation of kermit the frog’s voice and it gets jeremy every time

jake & rich become mr and mr goranski bc if you think for One Second that jake isnt taking rich’s last name, ur dead wrong. rich is like “i mean are you sure??” and jake’s like “dude jake goranski sounds so badass ofc im sure”

chloe takes brooke’s last name!! for a long time brooke thinks her last name is lame bc ppl mispronounce it all the time and to her lohst is so plain compared to ~valentine~ so when chloe’s like “it just feels right” brooke just starts crying on the spot lmao

jenna & christine become the canigulas and jenna says it all the time she always introduces herself as jenna canigula even if it’s just a first name/casual scenario bc she just likes hearing it lmao

What's Mine is Mine

“You touch me, Proko, and I’ll kill you.”

It’s a hollow threat, Prokopenko knows, but he flinches just the same. It takes a massive effort to keep from stepping away. He doesn’t like it when K gets like this. Twisting his fingers, nervously biting at his lower lip, he asks, softly, “You really that angry?”

Kavinsky’s glare could cut glass, dark and fierce and furious. Without his sunglasses, K is a beast.

Fighting back a rather pleasant shiver, knowing it’s a risk, Proko moves in to straddle Kavinsky’s hips, threading his fingers into dark hair. Brushing his lips against K’s by way of apology, Proko murmurs, soft and sweet, “Sorry, baby.”

“Don’t baby me.” It comes as a hiss, the warning of a snake before it bites you.

“Don’t sound so pissy.” Pissy is an understatement, Jiang knows. Seated on the opposite arm of the sofa, he nurses his busted lip, aware of the fact that he’s got blood dripping down his chin. He licks a bit of it away; The metallic taste of it is familiar and grounding. It’s not the first time K’s hit him, though this time was definitely deserved. The entire pack knows how possessive Kavinsky is when it comes to Prokopenko. “If you paid attention to him, he wouldn’t have to come running to me.”

Hands too tight at Proko’s bare hips, digging blue-violet bruises into golden skin, K snarls, “Didn’t ask you.”

“Don’t have to ask.” Jiang holds the concerned look Prokopenko shoots at him for a few seconds before he meets Kavinsky’s dark, dark eyes, steeling himself. “It’s obvious.”

Really, it is, but there’s no way in Hell K is going to admit that. Jiang and Proko are both fully aware of it. “You see this?” This proves to be Proko’s hand, and Kavinsky gives it a squeeze as indication, thumbing at the other boy’s knuckles. It’s strangely comforting for the both of them. “This is mine.”

Eyes narrowing, Jiang hisses out, “He isn’t a thing, K.”

Leaning in to rest his forehead against Kavinsky’s shoulder, his eyes still on Jiang’s, Proko sighs, “Yes, I am.”

Nodding, Kavinsky agrees, with a poor imitation of Proko’s lilting accent, “Yes, he is.” Tangling one hand into sandy-blonde locks, he drags Proko closer, mouthing along the side of his neck. “Dream thing.”

Proko whimpers at that, though it’s unclear whether it’s in response to the words, or to the flutter of chapped lips along sensitive skin. His eyes are still on Jiang’s, barely-blue on mirror-black.

“You oughta know by now,” Kavinsky says to Jiang between kisses, eyes rapidly darkening, “that I don’t like sharing my things.”

To Care, or not to Care ? (Stiles x Reader)

Requested by @hannazk : heey can you do a imagine where y/n is stiles girlfriend and he’s spending a lot of time with lydia and y/n get’s jealous and fluff and stuff like this? thx!


A/N : I’m not a huge fan of jealously that leads to anger or confrontation, so I twisted it a bit, I hope it’s okay :) Also I gave a first name to Y/N’s father just because I find it awkward to write (Y/F/N) and I feel like it sort of breaks the flow of the story to have too many « blanks » like this. I chose a very generic name, you can disregard it if you don’t like it. Also I don’t like throwing my readers in media res (in the middle of the action) so I added a bit (a lot) of context first, before really working on the request. JuST DEAL WITH ME OkAY

Also, I really like the first 4k words,but then I feel like I messed it up

Set between season 5 & 6.

Word Count : 9,2k (listen, I have no self control)

MASTERLIST

Living in a small town truly was an experience of a kind. It was like living on another planet to a certain extent, while also being just an hour drive away from a bigger city, and all the entertainments it offered. After your parents’ divorce, you were torn away from the big city you were born in, and lived all your life. Your mom left with the new man in her life, claiming she needed some time for herself and to see the world. That didn’t leave you many options besides moving in with your dad, who just so happened to come from a small town, and now that nothing held him back in the city, he wanted to go back and live there.

You obliged, not putting up much of a fight – you were a bit of  loner and never had many friends or anyone worth causing more drama within your household. You didn’t have a boyfriend, your closest friend hadn’t given any news in tn days and when your dad assured you that his birth town was just big enough to have a brand new Theater and Starbucks, it was settled.

Everything happened in a blur really. Your two stories apartment in Oakland quickly emptied and it was like all trace of your passage here vanished from one day to the next. The first seventeen years of your life had been erased, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything besides mild annoyance, because putting all your stuff in boxes – with the perspective of having to unbox them a few days later – was the exact opposite of what you had planned to do for the last couple weeks before the end of summer break.

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[Ficlet] Nicknames
Pairing: Dazai/Atsushi


“A what?” Atsushi slowly lowered the cup he’d brought to his lips.

Nickname, Atsushi-kun! Nicknames!” Dazai said, happily clapping his hands together and looking at Atsushi with an expectant gleam in his eyes.

“Ah,” Atsushi put down his coffee and picked up his pen again. Hopefully Dazai would leave it alone should he pretend to be busy with this report – which he was – but Dazai only leaned down further, practically hanging over Atsushi where he sat by his desk, innocently performing his duties at the Agency.

“Well, Atsushi-kun? Well?” Dazai pressed on, his tone of voice could only be described as giddy.

Atsushi’s shoulders lowered as he sighed and looked up at the other man. “Honestly, Dazai-san, I don’t really see any need for us to have nicknames for each other.”

Dazai made a sound, sounding vaguely offended, and dramatically put his hand over his heart.

“Atsushi-kun! I’m hurt! A nickname is an important pillar of any relationship!” Here he grabbed Atsushi’s hands to hold them against his chest instead, Atsushi still holding his pen in a loose grip. “Especially since I can’t make you stop with the honorific, these things are super important!”

Atsushi blinked owlishly, for the moment swayed by Dazai’s – dubiously authentic – performance while being relieved they were alone at the office at the same time.

“They are?”

Dazai nodded, encouraged by Atsushi considering the idea he grabbed a chair and sat down, leaning his elbows on the desk while still holding the other’s hands.

“Yes! We’ve been dating for – ah, three months now-“ Dazai stopped and smiled softly at him, Atsushi gave a small smile back, “- and I think we need to take this a step further.”

F-Further? You mean-?”

“Yes, nicknames! So, I’ll go first.”

“Dazai-san, I’m not sure this is necessary-“

“Kitten.”

Atsushi blinked, then frowned. “What?”

“Darling, honey, cutie pie,” Dazai kept listing names. Atsushi could feel a headache coming. He dragged his hand over his eyes and groaned.

“You’re not making any sense.”

Hmm,” Dazai made that offended noise again and Atsushi felt him taking his other hand – maybe to once again bring it to his chest and proclaim about the foundations of a functioning relationship. Atsushi peeked through his fingers and watched as Dazai elegantly held Atsushi’s hand in front of his own lips. He blew warm air over the skin, and something inside of Atsushi’s stomach fluttered.

Dazai dragged his lower lip over Atsushi’s fingers and then met his eyes. They seemed deep and warm in the sharp light of the afternoon sun.

“Sweetheart.”

The butterflies in Atsushi’s stomach turner sharper, he might’ve made a sound because Dazai’s gentle smile crooked; became smug. He leaned closer, close enough for Atsushi to catch the faint fragrance of tea and cologne over the beating of his heart that’d escalated quickly.

“Umm…”

“You like that?” Dazai’s voice sounded smooth despite his smile, his eyes twinkled. “Sweetheart?”

A furious blush stretched against his cheeks, Atsushi could feel it. The more it grew the bigger the grin on Dazai’s face widened, and Atsushi felt a strange feeling of losing – what he didn’t know, only that it frustrated him. He tried for a response but could only sputter helplessly.

Dazai chuckled and released his hand. “So that’s it, huh?” He said victoriously.

Atsushi jerked his head up and took hold of Dazai’s hands in a poor imitation of Dazai’s earlier actions. Heart in his mouth Atsushi said with a slightly squeaky but serious voice:

“My love.”

Dazai froze. He looked from their intertwined hands up to Atsushi’s determined face. Unblinking, he opened his mouth, then closed it.

“Well,” Dazai rasped and tried clearing his throat, “that’s it then.”

He got up, strange expression on his face, and then walked towards the exit.

“Dazai? Where are you going?” Kunikida met him in the door, looking up from his bunt of papers at Dazai’s retreating back.

“Oh, nothing. Just going to question the meaning of life!” Dazai answered, his laughter stiff.

What?” Kunikida yelled after him. He turned his head and stared hard at Atsushi. “What happened!?”

Then he stopped and, stupefied, looked down at his papers, “and why am I even acting surprised?

Atsushi groaned and hit his head on the desk.

anonymous asked:

please write a fanfic for every day of clexaweek?

Clexa Week 2017 | day 3 | Stuck Together

“It’s over, Lexa.”

“No, Clarke wait– Clarke, no, please!”

Clarke goes in the bedroom and grabs a duffel bag. She starts throwing clothes inside, indifferent to whose they are, and zips it closed when she’s done. Lexa can only watch as the blonde steps into some shoes and prepares to head out.

“Clarke, please reconsider,” Lexa pleads. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Clarke whirls around at the words, her blue eyes working up a storm. “I’m being ridiculous?” She throws her hands in the air in anger and exasperation. “You’re the one that always comes home at ungodly hours, having been doing god knows what, and then when simply asked if they’re cheating, goes all ‘I won’t dignify that question with an answer’,” she mocks, doing a poor imitation of Lexa. “Well, dignify this,” she spits, practically shoving her middle finger in Lexa’s face.

The brunette responds with an eye roll. “Now you’re just being childish, Clarke.”

“Well guess what, Lexa, I’m not Bridget fucking Jones. I don’t say words like ‘sod’ or ‘arse’ or ‘spinster’, I don’t have a fucking diary, I don’t sing ‘All By Myself’ when I’m miserable, and I’m definitely not dating Colin fucking Firth!”

“You certainly cuss a lot, like her,” Lexa replies haughtily, ever the face of serenity.

Clark’s eyes narrow dangerously and pierce into her girlfriend’s. Lexa remains there, impassive and aloof, as the blonde slings the duffel over her shoulder.

“Fuck you, Lexa.”

Clarke storms out of the apartment, feet stomping for maximum effect, and slams the door open and shut. For the first time during one of their typically overly dramatic fights, Lexa is afraid.

So she runs to the door, opening it with difficulty (it’s decrepit, they don’t have money for another one, and she’s always having to tell Clarke that slamming it makes it hard to open the next time), and dashes for the elevator. Luckily, the door is just closing, so she thrusts a saving hand in and forces it to open, revealing a scowling Clarke inside.

“Clarke, please think this through,” she begs.

The blonde crosses her arms, unwilling to properly discuss the situation. “Just get out, Lexa.”

The brunette straightens, expressions closing, and raises her chin with disdain. “No.”

“Then let me get out.”

“No.”

“Well, I’m not talking to you.”

Lexa shrugs. “Then I will just keep you company.” She steps inside at last, feet more hesitant than she lets show.

Clarke, still fuming, punches the button for the ground level and folds her arms again, averting her girlfriend’s gaze.

The door closes and the elevator jerks slightly up, the familiar screech of its hinges giving way to drowsy movement. The atmosphere is quiet, both just praying for the tense ride to be quickly over.

The universe is not on their side.

With a violent jerk downwards and upwards, the elevator comes to an abrupt stop and the lights go out.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, a bitter guffaw pierces the air.

“Of fucking course this piece of scrap would stop now,” Clarke snarls, her laughter long gone. “It’s been fucking rotten for years, but it had to stop now!” She delivers a clumsy kick to the metallic walls. “Of,” kick, “fucking,” kick, “course!”

Lexa scrambles to Clarke’s side, grabbing her by the waist from behind and pulling her away from the walls, intent on preventing anymore damage.

“Clarke,” she whispers into her girlfriend’s ear. “Calm down. This isn’t you.”

Clarke turns in her arms and pries away from her hold. “How would you know anymore? You’re never here.”

Lexa flinches at the venomous jab, arms loosing around Clarke and falling to her sides. She recedes to the opposite side of the elevator, feeling around for the corner, where she sits down, legs crossed.

Clarke does the same in the opposite corner, still grumbling to herself. “Can’t believe I’m stuck here with my arrogant ass of a girlfriend.”

Lexa hears her opening the duffel bag and sift through it, pulling out an item. Clarke lays the object down and takes out another one. Seconds later, Lexa hears the familiar sound of a match being lit, and a weak flame comes in contact with a wick. Light floods the elevator and suddenly the tiny space is just a bit more comfortable.

“Is that one of my candles?” Lexa notices with a raised eyebrow. Clarke grumbles something in response, but Lexa wants to hear the explanation. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Clarke huffs out her frustration. “I said, I wanted to take a piece of you with me. Happy?”

Lexa can’t help the smug smirk that pulls at her lips. “Very much so,” she whispers.

After a long moment, Clarke heaves a defeated sigh. “I love you, Lexa, but that will mean nothing if you’re cheating on me.”

Lexa presses her lips together and her jaw tightens. “You know that I am not.”

“Well then, couldn’t you have just said no?” Clarke exasperates again. “Did you have to be an arrogant ass about it?”

“I love you, Clarke!” Lexa finally snaps. “I love you with all that I have. The mere idea that you would think me unfaithful hurts more than you can imagine, and I could not even find it in myself to even come up with a way to respond.”

“But you did respond, just not to the point I raised!” Clarke retorts, blue eyes burning into Lexa’s green. “Instead, you tried to belittle my point while asserting your self-imposed moral superiority. You know I hate it when you get that ‘holier than thou’ attitude while ignoring whatever it was I mentioned, because that really is not you. I thought we were over that assertion that you ‘win’ by default just because I’m suddenly beneath you, simply for raising a point that you find unpleasant to discuss!“

Lexa swallows the lump in her throat. Clarke has a point, she realises, even if it still hurts that her girlfriend would ever question Lexa’s utmost devotion to Clarke and their relationship.

“I have been working overtime,” she explains after some seconds, when the silence has become unbearable. “At first it was just Janice who asked me to take her shift, because she was pregnant. Then more people started asking to cover for them, and next thing I knew, I was spending my whole days at the office.”

Clark’s eyes soften. “They’re taking advantage, Lexa,” she coos with a long-suffering look. “They’re taking advantage of your selflessness, because that’s what bad people do. They prey on the good people.”

“I know,” Lexa confesses in whispers, her gaze lowering to the ground. “But I can’t say no when people need me.”

Clarke scoots up to her and cradles her face in soft, loving hands. Thumbs brush tenderly over highset cheekbones. “I know you’re selfless and noble and all-around the best fucking person I know,” Clarke whispers affectionately. “But you have to say no. I know you want to help others, but you can’t forget that you have a life outside of work, at home. You have me, painting all day, making money from home, and counting the hours till you come back to me. I need you to come back to me, Lexa.” Her eyes lower to Lexa’s pouting lips, which she covers with her own for some blissful moments. “Lately I’ve been feeling like… Like I’m not worth your time anymore.”

Lexa’s eyes widen in shock and instant refutation. “You are worth my time, Clarke,” she assures earnestly. “Always. Nothing and no one is ever more worth my time than you.”

“Then show it,” the blonde pleads. “I need actions, not words. Telling me I’m worth your time means nothing if you keep spending all your nights away from me.”

Lexa nods in understanding. Lately she’s been so busy trying to take care of everyone, she forgot to take care of Clarke along the way.

“This will not continue,” she promises with a whisper. Words have always felt more true when kept a secret just between the two of them. “You are my priority. All I want is to see you happy and I am sorry that I was being the very obstacle to your happiness.”

“You’re never an obstacle to my happiness,” Clarke breathes, eyes shut, leaning her forehead against Lexa’s. “You’re my vehicle.” They stay like that for a few seconds, until Clarke’s eyes open with a chiding glimmer. “And I’m not asking you to let Janice down. Just… Say no to those who don’t really need your help. And when you have a hard time doing that, think of me. At home, naked, waiting for you,” she smirks. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“The simple pleasure of your company is worth my while.” Then she adds hurriedly, “But I don’t mind you naked.”

“Mmhmmm.” Clarke chuckles breathily, sending tingles down Lexa’s spine. “Thought so.” She closes her eyes again, breathing in the ever exhilarating presence of Lexa.

“We should go back.”

“We’re stuck, remember?”

“Right.” A pause. “We could–”

“No sex in the elevator, Lex.”

“Right.”

“We could watch something when we get back. We’d cuddle naked, except for my sexiest lingerie and your Mark Darcy’s reindeer jumper… Try not to make out while we watch your favourite movie.”

“It is yours, too,” Lexa reminds her, as always. Clarke finds comfort in the quirks, tics, and routines of their days.

“A nice movie night, followed by a lot of sex, and then a lot of sleeping… Sounds nice,” Clarke murmurs. “No more working on weekends if you can avoid it. And return every day at ten pm the latest.” Lexa nods her agreement; they don’t need pinkies or hands to broker this deal. “You should’ve told me sooner… I can’t believe we needed to be stuck in a fucking elevator to settle this stupid argument. This is a whole new level of extra,” Clarke chuckles.

Lexa hums in contentment. “We would have settled it with or without the elevator. We always do.”

“I’m sorry I flipped you off. And called you arrogant. And an ass. And you’re so much better than Colin Firth.” Clarke pecks Lexa’s lips once more, then brushes their noses together. “I love you, Lexa.”

The brunette can’t help the wide smile that takes over her features. “I love you too, Clarke.”

And with that, the elevator kicks smoothly back into motion.

KakaSaku - Complete 

Just Like Fire  by Rise of the Blossom reviews
Collection of one-shots that are not related with one another. Still accepting prompts and requests! Make sure you read the beginning of the one-shot for the rating, as they all vary.
Naruto - Rated: T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 4 - Words: 14,790 - Reviews: 46 - Favs: 67 - Follows: 59 - Updated: Feb 18 - Published: Aug 14, 2016 - Sakura H., Kakashi H. - Complete


Better Man
By: Kakashisgf
Sakura and Sasuke have been married for over a decade, but things are far from perfect, and Sakura’s beginning to realize that maybe she deserves better. KakaSaku
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - [Sakura H., Kakashi H.] Sasuke U. - Chapters: 66 - Words: 179,759 - Reviews: 1,973 - Favs: 811 - Follows: 725 - Updated: Jul 5, 2016 - Published: Aug 20, 2015 - Status: Complete - id: 11458228


Binding Demons by Exposedma reviews
Three words: Tears, Pain, Pleasure. That was the code they used to let the other know what was needed, how badly their inner demons were plaguing them. They went to each other when they needed to find their humanity again, when the numbness of their professions got to be too much, when they had to be reminded how to feel. Warning: Bdsm flavored lemon, rated M
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,910 - Reviews: 27 - Favs: 56 - Follows: 19 - Published: Jun 2, 2014 - Sakura H., Kakashi H. - Complete


His Kid  by Inume-blue reviews
“No don’t title this story ‘His Kid’ She’s not mine! I’m Hatake Kakashi I don’t baby sit.” Kakashi gets stuck babysiting Asuma’s kid, on his day off no less! will one little girl be the down fall of the Great Copy Nin?
Naruto - Rated: T - English - Family/Humor - Chapters: 5 - Words: 9,471 - Reviews: 35 - Favs: 64 - Follows: 22 - Updated: Jun 20, 2012 - Published: May 11, 2012 - Kakashi H., Sakura H. - Complete


A Poor Imitation  by leafygirl reviews
Sakura is injured on a mission, forgetting everything she knew of life in Konoha.
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 13 - Words: 88,913 - Reviews: 1172 - Favs: 1,707 - Follows: 578 - Updated: Dec 6, 2008 - Published: Apr 5, 2008 - Kakashi H., Sakura H. - Complete


The Ronin and the Queen  by leafygirl reviews
Hatake Kakashi had entered through that door many times in his long gone past. It was the same door he quietly left through six years before. Now he’s returned to a changed Village and the mess he left behind. kakasaku
Naruto - Rated: T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 4 - Words: 20,282 - Reviews: 149 - Favs: 453 - Follows: 67 - Updated: Jan 20, 2009 - Published: Jan 20, 2009 - Kakashi H., Sakura H. - Complete


Some Light Reading  by J-Pop Princess reviews
Sakura’s curiosity gets the best of her and she finds herself reading one of Kakashi’s Icha Icha books. Little does she know that reading it will result in a world of experimentation on both their parts.
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Romance - Chapters: 6 - Words: 46,032 - Reviews: 149 - Favs: 729 - Follows: 209 - Updated: Sep 1, 2007 - Published: Jul 28, 2007 - Kakashi H., Sakura H. - Complete


Tender Loving Care by SilverShine reviews
KakaSaku. One-shot. For a man who claimed to hate hospitals so much, Kakashi sure did spend a lot of time in them. And Sakura was finally beginning to understand just why…
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 11,730 - Reviews: 159 - Favs: 1,096 - Follows: 127 - Published: Nov 20, 2009 - Sakura H., Kakashi H. - Complete


11 Ways to Change a Mind  by FlameTwirler reviews
KakaSaku. How does one hardened shinobi transition to a point in life where he’s ready to accept change? Will consist of eleven shorts
Naruto - Rated: T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 11 - Words: 6,997 - Reviews: 182 - Favs: 616 - Follows: 96 - Updated: Feb 15, 2007 - Published: Jan 30, 2007 - Kakashi H., Sakura H. - Complete


Go No Further  by DirectionOfTime reviews
ANBU Captain Haruno Sakura is her own woman with no contact with the remains of Team 7; she’s happy with her life and unlikely friend until she stumbles across a garden in the middle of nowhere. It’s amazing how flowers can change the status-quo.
Naruto - Rated: T - English - Mystery/Romance - Chapters: 38 - Words: 175,350 - Reviews: 219 - Favs: 193 - Follows: 91 - Updated: Jan 22, 2012 - Published: Aug 30, 2011 - Sakura H., Kakashi H. - Complete


Icha Icha Sakura  by Nottoca reviews
When Sakura ends up as a character in one of Jiraiya’s Icha Icha novels, she decides to get some revenge, but needing some help, she turns to the number one authority… and its all downhill from there. Lemon. KakaSaku.
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Romance - Chapters: 10 - Words: 44,925 - Reviews: 245 - Favs: 477 - Follows: 157 - Updated: Nov 27, 2007 - Published: Sep 20, 2007 - Kakashi H., Sakura H. - Complete


A Series of Firsts by leafygirl reviews
A series of moments that happen between Sakura and Kakashi on a rotation at an ANBU camp as they discover their dynamic has changed over the years. One Shot. Mature content.
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 9,200 - Reviews: 249 - Favs: 1,571 - Follows: 148 - Published: Dec 15, 2008 - Kakashi H., Sakura H. - Complete


Soulmates  by moor reviews
KakaSaku. Age-swap AU. Based on the “Soulmates” prompt from the October 2015 tumblr KakaSaku fest. Kakashi has a reputation as an enfant terrible; at least, until Sakura sensei takes him under her wing. Rated M for later chapters.
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 14 - Words: 55,883 - Reviews: 254 - Favs: 350 - Follows: 371 - Updated: Dec 18, 2016 - Published: Mar 4, 2016 - Sakura H., Itachi U., Kakashi H. - Complete


Small Lie and a Lost Bet  by Naruhime reviews
It was just a small lie to get Ino of my back. Then came the bet which I lost. Than HE came back in time for the festival. All would have worked out if he didn’t say it. But he did and we were doomed. Let’s just hope Tsunade doesn’t hear about it.
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 35 - Words: 85,859 - Reviews: 258 - Favs: 266 - Follows: 217 - Updated: Oct 1, 2012 - Published: Aug 12, 2010 - Kakashi H., Sakura H. - Complete


Welcome Home by Wonderfoal reviews
[KakaSaku][oneshot] Sakura is having his baby. Too bad he doesn’t know it.
Naruto - Rated: K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 5,864 - Reviews: 120 - Favs: 589 - Follows: 88 - Published: Sep 18, 2006 - Sakura H., Kakashi H. - Complete


Sabotage by therealesther reviews
When her fifth date got food poisoning, and her sixth date cancelled in over the phone in a tone bordering on hysteria, Sakura decided things were getting out of hand. KakaSaku
Naruto - Rated: K+ - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,637 - Reviews: 317 - Favs: 1,659 - Follows: 189 - Published: Jun 15, 2007 - Sakura H., Kakashi H. - Complete


Eyes on Fire  by terrablaze reviews
Life has been easy for the newly reformed Team 7 after the war. Not wanting to be left behind by her boys, Sakura shocks her teammates by joining ANBU, even against Kakashi’s advice. But when a noble from another country sends a simple mission request, Team 7 and their friends find themselves becoming a part of a conspiracy that goes deeper than anyone thought. KakaSaku
Naruto - Rated: T - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 54 - Words: 154,896 - Reviews: 319 - Favs: 205 - Follows: 258 - Updated: Apr 30, 2014 - Published: Jun 29, 2013 - Sakura H., Kakashi H.


Nymph  by SilverShine reviews
To her it is as natural as breathing. She wouldn’t know how to keep men from adoring her, even if she tried. KakaSaku.
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 21,412 - Reviews: 377 - Favs: 1,019 - Follows: 222 - Updated: Jun 17, 2008 - Published: May 25, 2008 - Kakashi H., Sakura H. - Complete


Torn  by Blade Redwind reviews
Kakashi’s past comes back to haunt him when he finds himself facing the prospect of sponsoring Sakura for ANBU where seduction missions are not optional, but required. Now… Complete summary inside.
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 24 - Words: 115,414 - Reviews: 588 - Favs: 699 - Follows: 344 - Updated: Sep 1, 2010 - Published: Jul 6, 2009 - Kakashi H., Sakura H. - Complete


Playing the Game  by Amrun reviews
By night, she dreamed of killing him, of playing her hand all at once and going out in a blaze of glory. By day, she kowtowed with just enough stiffness to show him her fantasies. In return, he forced her moves like she was just a piece on his shogi board - and she was. Kakasaku, Spoilers up to Manga 452
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A Marriage Inconvenienced  by lulu42 reviews
The math was simple: Him plus Her equaled a genius marriage. It’s really a pity he forgot to mention it. Kakasaku Complete with Epilogue!
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I Found You Missing by Wolfy Tales reviews
'They’re asking us because these soldiers have absolutely no one left to write home to,’ Sakura thought with a frown. So she signs up for the Shinobi Letter Exchange, not realizing how large the consequences would be. - AUish one-shot [KakaSaku]
Naruto - Rated: T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 18,586 - Reviews: 310 - Favs: 1,662 - Follows: 281 - Published: Oct 13, 2014 - [Sakura H., Kakashi H.] - Complete


Fade In  by hasu86 reviews
ANBU member Haruno Sakura. A temper never to be trifled with, a killer right hook, and suffering no rose colored delusions. At the end of the day she’d go home to a quiet apartment, a neatly made bed, and with no one waiting up for her. Kaka/Saku Complete
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The Window  by SilverShine reviews
Kakasaku Sakura always wanted to see Kakashi unmasked. This was a bit much though…
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Unbroken  by princezsupastar reviews
When Sakura finds herself facing a rogue ninja, she never dreamed that she would end up fourteen years in the past. Trapped in a Konoha where she must hide her true identity, she runs into a familiar face, except he doesn’t seem familiar at all.
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Double Edged  by nimblnymph reviews
Seduction is like a double edged sword. You never know when you’ll go from being the seducer to being the seduced. KakaSaku
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Feeling You  by cutecrazyice reviews
It started with a kiss…a touch…a stroke. Now the lines are blurred, and the borders are being crossed - and nothing has ever been more delicious. KakaSaku
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Will of Fire  by Cynchick reviews
Forced to flee their village and the new regime, the loyal shinobi of Konoha must find a way to preserve their way of life and take back their home. As they fight for their future, Team Seven struggles to overcome the past. KakaSaku
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House of Crows  by SilverShine reviews
KakaSaku. War is coming to Konoha and Sakura is far from home, uncertain of her future. But one thing is for sure, Sakura will protect her unborn child at all costs, whether it be from Konoha’s enemies… or from its own father.
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 46 - Words: 400,508 - Reviews: 4721 - Favs: 2,886 - Follows: 1,018 - Updated: Nov 11, 2009 - Published: Oct 1, 2008 - Kakashi H., Sakura H.


Stripped Bare  by J-Pop Princess reviews
When Sakura wanted a change of pace, she hadn’t expected THIS! Now she’s on a mission with Kakashi, masquerading as a dancer at a club far away from home and she finds herself forced to explore her own powers of sexuality and seduction. KakaSaku LEMON
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Drama - Chapters: 26 - Words: 295,128 - Reviews: 3608 - Favs: 3,739 - Follows: 2,067 - Updated: Jun 11, 2011 - Published: Jan 7, 2008 - Sakura H., Kakashi H. - Complete


House Calls  by Spoiled Sweet reviews
Always the Team Mom, Sakura opens up her home as a clinic for the hospital-phobic ninja of Konoha. At the same time, her relationship with Kakashi begins to evolve in a way she never expected. M for swearing and later content.
Naruto - Rated: M - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 40 - Words: 262,803 - Reviews: 3106 - Favs: 4,052 - Follows: 2,032 - Updated: Apr 22, 2013 - Published: Aug 2, 2010 - Sakura H., Kakashi H. - Complete

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New Fic: Courtship (1/7)

Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda

Chapter Title: The Tavoan (read on Ao3!)

Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav/Skylar Ryder

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jaal’s family comes to Meridian, ready to ask questions and get some answers about the relationship between Ryder and Jaal. 

Notes: Finally throwing out some Andromeda fic. Yay! This is for @theherocomplex because we finally share a ship again! <3 And just a note, there are end-game spoilers here, so tread carefully if you haven’t finished the game yet. 

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“Tell me true. Does my son satisfy you sexually?”

Ryder stills, a cup of tea halfway to her mouth, at Sahuna’s question. “Umm…” she says as a way to try to stall from answering, or better yet, not acknowledging the question at all.

This is supposed to be a relaxing lunch, a chance for Ryder to spend some time together with Sahuna. Now that Jaal’s family took the time to come to Meridian, Ryder cleared her schedule as much as possible. She and Sahuna sit in her father’s old quarters in the Hyperion, listening to music while eating an actual home-cooked meal. But instead of enjoying her salad - with actual greens from Elaaden - Ryder wants to be anywhere but here.

“Oh, how your cheeks redden,” Sahuna says, delight in her voice. “Jaal told me about the human blushing, but I never expected to see it myself.” She sets down her fork next to her plate and looks right at Ryder. “Now, why are you embarrassed?”

Another question which makes Ryder want to find a hole and let it swallow her up. She takes a breath, and tries to remind herself about the differences in human and angaran culture. “Sex isn’t something we-” Ryder stops herself to take another breath. Why is remembering to breathe suddenly so difficult? “Something that humans talk about in public.”

Especially with your boyfriend’s mother…

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(In this, Shiro and Keith are brothers. That’s not really important at all, but I thought I’d mention it just in case.)

English paper. Physics test. Chemistry lab. History report. Math homework. Soccer practice. Student Government Association meeting. RA work.

The list only continued to grow with each passing second. Every time Keith blinked, something new was added to the heavy catalog that was his college career.

He was told as a young, budding freshman that in order to keep his full-ride scholarship, he’d have to maintain a 4.0 GPA on top of being an exemplary student across the campus, and he did.

For two years, he pushed through each day with a wide smile, but as a junior now, he was tired, his grades were starting to slip, and he wasn’t sure what to do.

One slip-up, and he was done. He could kiss all the hard work Shiro had put into getting him there goodbye.

And, just the thought of disappointing Shiro was the tipping point.

It had been a slow build up over the last few weeks. It started when he made a C on a Physics midterm, it grew when he got chewed out by his boss for allowing a few students to sneak alcohol in, it escalated when he fell at soccer practice and rolled his ankle, and now he was here, and he couldn’t breathe.

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#FindEmmaSwanAFriend

Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU


also on ff.net


Alright, so this is how it’s going to work, friends. This is the prologue. Whereafter I’ll only be posting one chapter for this story a month. One chapter a month, each month, until the end of the year. But in between those, I’ll also be writing a column. Killian’s column, to be more precise. To complement the narrative, as it were. So 2 things a month. For you. Gratis. Though you’ll actually be getting rather a lot of content this month, seeing as I didn’t make my January posting deadline. So you’ll be getting this, January’s chapter, January’s column, February’s chapter AND February’s column, all this month. Are we all clear? Great. Awesome. Well done.

Tagging @lenfaz


Emma

It all started with a proposal.

A lot of things do. They precede any big undertaking, after all. Business deals. Engagements. Murders for hire.    

Or if you’re Emma Swan, they might precede awkwardly comforting your crying ex-boyfriend in the parking lot behind an Italian restaurant after you’ve just broken his heart into little, itty bitty pieces.

Maybe if she’d been the type of girl who’d dreamt of her wedding day since she was a little girl, it all would have gone another way. Her friend, Mary Margaret, was like that. She’d had every single detail of her lavish but intimate ceremony planned out in her head a decade ahead of time, a stash of bridal magazines hidden underneath her mattress, like porn.

Maybe if Emma had been more like that, she would’ve scooped that ring right up off that dessert platter, and wept happy tears as her husband-to-be helped slide it onto her finger.

But she wasn’t. So she didn’t.

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Interruption

Jim Gordon x Reader

Warnings: daddy kink and alcohol

“But it’s date night!” Came your loud whine.

“It’s along the way, can’t take more than ten minutes,” Jim answered gruffly, he hated when you would whine. “Please? You’re usually such a good girl.”

That definitely wasn’t a lie. Usually you remained on your top behavior, Jim’s job was stressful enough and he shouldn’t have to worry about you. It was fun being a good girl at times. Of course, being a bad girl was equally as fun. Especially when you pushed Jim enough to get him to punish you.

“Look, YN, I love you and our night is important. I need to find to find where the gang keeps their weapons cache,” he pleaded, parking the car in front of a club.

“Please, daddy?” You pouted, arms crossed in front of your chest. “I never get to spend time with you since we came to Gotham. The city needs you, sure, but so do I.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you. That’s the last thing I want. It’s just really hard for kids on the street. I want to make it safer for them and for ours if we ever have children. Promise, I’ll make it up to you,” he said, attempting to make you see what he saw.

“I…fine! But just because the kids deserve good lives. I hate you, Gordon.”

He raised a brow, “What did you say?” Jim had set a few rules when the two of you had gotten together. One of them was to never refer to him using his name if you were alone.

“You heard me. I said it quite clearly, but if I need to say it again. I. Hate. You. Gordon,” you repeated with a sickly sweet smile.

His jaw tightened but nonetheless he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Jim never left without making you remember he loved you. “Be a good girl and wait in the car.” He slammed the car door as he exited, assuring you there was a punishment to come.

“Be a good girl and wait in the car,” you mimicked in a poor imitation of his voice.

-pov change. Jim-

“Detective Gordon, what can I do for you today my friend?”

“I need information about the oncoming gang wars happening. Where the weapons are more specifically,” I demanded, staring down the small man.

“I can’t give you that information,” he said in his annoying better than you voice, “Unless of course I can get a favor in return. Then, just maybe I can see what I can do for you.”

“What do you want Oswald? I don’t have all night,” I huffed, crossing my arms.

“I just need you to over look an endeavor of mine. Nothing to be worried about, still, you’ll know when it happens.”

I weighed my options carefully, Cobblepot, no matter how meek he seemed, was incredibly crafty. Still, the looming gang war was a bigger threat at the moment. “Fine have your way.”

Oswald provided me with known caches and rumored ones. “It’s always a pleasure doing business with you, Detective Gordon.”

“Wish I could say the same.” I turned on my heel, already feeling like a dirtier cop. If anyone had told me I would be doing this a year ago, there would be no way in hell I would believe them.

-pov change reader-

“Dddaadddyyy, I’m bored,” I whined as soon as he entered the car.

“Not right now, YN.”

One look at his face was enough to shut you up. “Yes, sir.”

The rest of your date was spent with short clipped answers and a cold shoulder. You figured it had to do with whoever he met at the club, still it hurt something awful.

“The movie was cool,” you tried for a conversation, “I didn’t expect the twist at the end.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever YN.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, leaning your head against the car window. It’s better not to try anymore. Jim would get over it in a couple of hours if you were lucky.

Upon returning to your shared apartment, you poured him a scotch and ran off to take a shower. Hopefully a good drink could win him over or at least get him into a better mood.

When you found him again, he was sat in front of the tv legs spread wide. “Sorry for misbehaving, daddy..” You whispered, taking a seat on his lap and nuzzling close, “How are you feeling?”

“Don’t apologize, little brat,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your neck, “You weren’t the one that ruined the night. Sorry about that, love. When I decided to join the GCPD, there was this image In my head but now… I just, didn’t expect life to be this way. This part of my life is perfect, don’t doubt that. Work turned into something darker.”

“Want to talk about it?”

He shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist, “No. It’s better for me if I kept these lives separated.”

You nodded your head, understanding. “Just remember, I’m always here for you. Even if you are a grump every now and then.” You giggled and gave him a quick kiss.

He chuckled and downed the rest of his scotch. “But you seem to love it. Now, I believe you owe me a punishment.”

Your eyes widened, in faux shock. “I’m an angel!” Still you slipped off of his lap and ran away, “Catch me if you can!”

Originally posted by twofacedharveydent

Creepypasta #1057: The Girl

Length: Long

She was one of those people that you could swear you’ve met before, but you don’t remember when. She tugged at my memory like a person you had a few high school classes with, but never had more than a few conversations. She had a round face, with soft cheekbones and bright brown eyes. Her lips were perpetually hinting at a smile that never seemed to fully blossom. She had a full, curvy figure, and the way she moved in her short summer dress had a subtle seductiveness that was far more attractive than her appearance alone.

The party we were at was slowly winding down. The host had disappeared with some girl, or had otherwise ditched entirely, and he took the energy of the party with him. As I was looking for the keys to my car, she approached me. “Hey, I have some rum back at my place. Want to come drink with me?” she said.

“Sure,” I replied. “Let me find my keys, I was about to leave anyway. Do you need a ride?”

“No,” she said, as she grabbed my phone and typed in her address. “Just meet me here, I’ll be home in 15 minutes.”

“Perfect,” I said, thinking that I had just enough time to run home and grab some deodorant and mouthwash before heading over.

I drove home and freshened up, then took my dog for a walk to kill a little more time. Didn’t want to beat her home, and I suspected she might want a minute to herself too. After about 15 minutes, I drove over to her house.

It was nothing spectacular, just your standard suburban home. The lawn needed to be mowed, and there was a little trash in the yard, but I chalked that up to college kid’s general apathy. I knocked on the door, and she let me in.

The inside of the house was comfortable, a big couch dominated the living room, and sat opposite a large TV. The kitchen was situated behind the couch and a hallway led from the living room to three bedrooms. As I sat down on the couch, she offered me a shot of rum and drank one herself. I drank my shot and poured each of us another.

“I thought we could Netflix and chill for a while, if that’s alright with you,” she said with a smirk.

“Sounds good to me. Do you like horror movies?” I said, figuring horror movies would be the easiest way to get her close to me.

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anonymous asked:

#4 pretty pleaseee!!! Ps: Love your blog ❤❤❤

thank you, sweetheart!

i combined it with @flourishandblotted‘s prompt “stay with me, like this” and went with ten x rose! i hope you like it – it’s angsty at first but i promise the ‘gets better’ ending <3

that we whisper

The first scream cuts through the drowsy air, echoes down the corridor.

Air leaves Rose’s lungs. Sleepiness is electrocuted from her body, or so it seems. She drops the tea mug onto the grating, tea spilling over with a wet splash.

“Doctor!”

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Kissing The Clouds


Word Count:
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Genre: Smut


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  Jimin climbed up ten flights of stairs to the small apartment he shared with you. By the time he reached the door, a new layer of sweat was covering the already dried one on his body. He was in desperate need of a shower after the hours he spent practicing the dance he was preparing with Hoseok’s help. The dance company he set his mind to work at had rejected his auditions two times already and he was determined to get a yes this time. That’s why his muscles were aching and his body was covered in hours’ worth of sweat at this very moment, but he didn’t care as long as all his hard work went into achieving his dream.  

Jimin took his shoes off by the door and was about to head for the bathroom when he heard music wafting from your room accompanied by your off-tune singing. He chuckled to himself and decided to pay you visit before showering, thinking that this would be a perfect opportunity to embarrass and tease you. And if he was being extra honest with himself, he might admit that this was also an opportunity to talk to you and get you to notice him.

Ever since he had put up that flyer saying he was looking for a roommate after he had had enough of his asshole old roommate and his hobo lifestyle, and you showed up asking if he was still looking for one, he had spent every day trying to find a way to get you to like him.

You were friendly enough, sure, and there was no awkwardness between the two of you the way new roommates are timid around each other, but he had the biggest crush on you since freshmen year and now you were both seniors and living together but he still couldn’t muster enough courage to ask you out. So he settled for the few lucky days when you would be too lazy to go out with your friends and decide stay in and watch a movie with him.

The closer he got to your room the more your shrill voice pierced into his eardrum. A scathing remark about your singing was already on the tip of his tongue but when he got to your door, which was wide open, his voice seemed to have been sucked out of his body.

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TIDAL WAVE 

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Clothed Sex, Coming Untouched

Pairing: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard

Summary: Sex was never really a prominent need on Neil’s list for survival. Until he saw what Andrew looked naked and in-between Neil’s thighs.

(note: hi i started that andreil smut series and it’s called ‘neil is horny’ also pls keep in mind i have never seriously written sex before ok thank u <3)

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I’ll Save the Prince (Prince!Ten x Reader)

How goes it? Are all of you deceased from NCT’s comeback??? I know I sure as hell am!! Before I delve into all the smutty requests coming up, I thought I’d rewind for a moment and give you all some fluffy Ten, which a lovely anon requested! This is a Prince AU, with a HUGE twist. I got really involved with the story RIP

P.S. Ten really is an Actual Prince

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

The sun was blazing, far too bright for its own good, as it shone down brilliantly on the capital city. The market place was crowded with people on the lookout for deals, trying to make their meager amounts of money last. You felt the familiar weight of coins press against your thigh in your apron pocket, your hand cupping the cool metal protectively as you squeezed between stalls. In your family, money had recently become sparse, so every coin was precious and worth thousands more than it truly was. You had to be smart and calculate the best possible deals, using your sharp mind to its full potential. Market day had been your responsibility since your mother had passed away, your father following her fate not even a few hours later, unable to live a day without his beloved wife. That had been years ago though, and you were stronger know, had a stronger mind, and a tongue that would make a knight quiver in his armor. You were not one to be messed with.

You shopped swiftly, the sun over your head functioned as your clock, not wanting to waste a single second. You needed to get back to your brother as soon as possible, you were afraid to leave him alone for too long. On your way back home, you stopped by the apothecary, picking up the herbs used in your brother’s daily tea. As you entered your house, the pathetic jingle of coins in your pocket set a lump in your throat, knowing you were running low. You wouldn’t be able to afford your brother’s medicine now. You had to figure out a plan fast.

You called out warmly, “I’m home,” slipping out of your clogs as you walked up the steep stairs of your thin house.

You entered the house’s only room, a big one where your whole family used to sleep and cook. Now it was just you and your twin brother, who laid in his straw bed, sweat pouring down his feverish brow. You hurried over to him, dropping the basket you’d used for the market, “Oh, no.”

You bit your lip and took a cloth you kept by the bed and soaked it in a bowl of water, dabbing your brother’s forehead as he panted in his fever induced sleep. His eyes cracked open slightly, whimpering pathetically as he lifted a shaky hand to still yours, “It’s no use, ______.”

Tears were welling up inside of you, but they were filled with anger; anger at yourself that you couldn’t do anything to make him feel better. You swallowed them, putting on a brave face for your twin, “Hush, now. Stop being a pessimist and get some rest, I’ll make your tea.”

Through his glazed over eyes, you saw him give you a familiar hard stare that was common when he had been well. He didn’t say a word, letting you rest the cloth on his forehead and pick up your basket, watching you diligently make his bitter tasting tea.

When you had finished, you brought the steaming cup over to him, blowing on the hot liquid to make it a comfortable temperature. Satisfied after you dipped you tongue into the bitter liquid with a scrunched face, you offered the cup to him, “Drink up.”

Your brother didn’t even bother to crane his neck, simply refusing it, “What’s the point _______?” He wouldn’t even meet your gaze as he swallowed thickley, “At this pint I’d rather just die than drink that damned tea.”

You slammed the cup down onto the bedside table, fury in your eyes as you snapped, “Don’t say that! Don’t you dare ever say that!”

Your twin smiled wryly, “It’s okay, _____, you don’t have to try anymore. I’ll be okay.”

You felt something in you break as his words washed over you, your voice cracking, “I won’t be okay though.” You buried your head into the bed, feeling a weak hand stroke your hair as you sobbed, “I don’t want to be alone.”

Your brother didn’t say anything else, having already drifted back to his feverish dreaming, his hand sliding off head and landing softly on the bed. You sat up, furiously rubbing the tears from your eyes, realizing what you needed to do. No point in laying around crying, no one was going to save you from this. You had to save yourself.

You determinedly stood up, fists clenching as you walked over to the only wardrobe in the entire house. It was a dark imposing piece of wood, inside was the key to saving your brother.  

You ripped open the double doors, revealing a suit of armor that glittered in the sunlight that fell across it. You were temporarily blinded, shielding your eyes from the sudden assault of light. When they adjusted you reached in and took out the helm, examining the strange piece of metal, beautiful as it was. Engraved into shining silver was the royal crest, only present on the helmets of those who served in the royal guard, protectors of the royal family. Before he had become ill, your brother’s specific job was to guard the crown prince, heir to the entire kingdom, no light task for sure.

You set the helmet down gently, careful to not awaken your brother, who would be furious if he knew of your plan. You grabbed what could only be your twin’s most prized possession, a beautiful broad sword that had been made just for him by the royal blacksmith. You unsheathed the heavy weapon, gazing upon its cruel beauty as it seemed mocked you. You felt as though it was testing if you were actually going to go through with your plan. With a whisper, you spat a fiery challenge, “Watch me.”

Having decided, you walked down the stairs and out your house, hailing down a messenger with one of your prized coins. You spoke swiftly, the page not missing a beat, “Deliver this message to Sir Johnny, Captain of the Royal Guard: ‘My brother is finally better and he’s eager to return to the Guard. Please stop by the house to meet him tomorrow morn. _______.’ Got it? Now off with you!”

The page nodded as you pressed the coin into his palm, running at a break neck speed to the imposing castle. In the bright cloudless day, it was the only thing that could block out the sun, it’s towers and spires stabbing into the sky proudly. You clenched your fists again, feeling ready to accept your new challenge: impersonate your brother and take his place in the Royal Guard in order to save him!
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You woke even before the stars had been chased away by the sun, creeping around your house to ready yourself for your first day as a member of the Royal Guard. You splashed your face with cool water in the washroom, debating whether it would be worth it to cut your hair or not. Regardless of the situation, you were still just a girl who could hardly stand the thought of cutting off her tresses. You decided just to tie it up, your brother’s hair had grown quite long anyway and he hadn’t been seen by his guard friends for about a month. Although you were twins, your height differed slightly and your face was rounder and more feminine, a rosy glow that couldn’t be hidden. As you stared back at your face in the small mirror, you thought it would be best to avoid showing your face at all times, glad that you had the helmet to shield yourself.

You quickly dressed into your brother’s clothes, taking a moment to tuck the covers of your twin’s blanket up to his chin, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Johnny couldn’t see him, or else your plan would be foiled. So your story was to pretend that you yourself had fallen ill and were extremely contagious, that would keep him away.

You finished getting ready, clumsily donning the armor by memory as you tried to remember how your brother did it. You had some difficulty with the chest plate, the size a bit too big for your smaller frame, but you had to make it work somehow. After minutes of struggling and worrying you would hear a knock on the door at any moment, you finished, placing the clostraphobic helmet on your head, but keeping the visor open to breath. Only your eyes could be seen poking through, your long lashes the only indicator of your true identity. Only a complete fool could tell the difference by accident.

It was at that exact moment you heard the excited knocking on your heavy wooden door, your heart beat picking up as you trudged down the stairs. Your hand shook as you grasped the handle and pulled, revealing the handsome face and lovely long hair of the Royal Guard’s Captain, and your brother’s best friend, Johnny.

“Oh, man! It’s been too long!,” he laughed, embracing you warmly as he clapped your shoulder. “It’s amazing you’re finally back on your feet, and so quickly. And here I thought I would never see you again, yeah?”

You gulped, this was your first test, lips already quivering as you replied with a poor imitation of your brother’s voice, “Well, all thanks goes to my sister…pal?” You wanted to slap yourself, ready to have your helmet ripped off and your true identity to be revealed by Johnny. What kind of punishment would you receive? Impersonating someone was a crime, right? Right?!

Johnny didn’t even bat a lash, before he grinned and joked, “Is that right? ______ always would have made a better soldier than you, ya know!” He peered over your significantly shorter head into your house, “Where’s she at anyway? Always a treat to be greeted by a beautiful girl on the way to work, am I right?”

Your jaw dropped, unable to believe that Johnny was this much of a dunce. You recovered from your monetary loss of sanity and pretended to be your typical overprotective older brother, “Hey now, Johnny. Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you get first dibs or something…”

Your brother’s friend burst into a fit of laughter, hand coming to rest lazily on the hilt of his sword, “I know, I know. I was only teasing you. I know how protective you are of her, only the best for ______. That’s what you always say, remember?”

You felt warmth spread through your chest, a fondness for your sick brother that made your heart ache, “Y-yeah, that’s right. Well,” you made your way to close the door behind you, stepping out on the street, “Ready to go?”

“Sure am!,” the tall soldier exclaimed, clapping you on the shoulder once more before leading the way to what you could only assume was the castle. Your nervousness was beginning to disappear, replaced instead with a newfound confidence as you strolled through the streets. Before, people wouldn’t even spare you a glance, the occasional catcall was all you received. Now people would tip their caps to you, give nods of recognition, bow in respect as you walked by them. It was a strange feeling to be in your brother’s shoes, knowing you would never be treated this way without this suit of armor.

Already living in close proximity to the center of the capital where the castle laid, you only followed Johnny for a few short minutes before you stood before the large iron gates. Johnny shouted up to some garrison soldiers, who shouted back before cranking open the gates. Your eyes widened at the majesty before you, the impressive architecture and just sheer grandness of the whole castle. You’d never been inside the gates, that privilege only being reserved for merchants, the court, those of social standing, and soldiers.

Johnny glanced over at you with an eye smile, “We should go greet Ten, right? He and the others really missed you.” Johnny stopped suddenly, looking over at you with eyes full of sadness, “Actually, most of us thought we wouldn’t see you ever again…”

Your lips parted at his confession, mind wandering to your brother, still laying sick in his bed unbeknownst to them. You felt guilty, knowing they were happy to see the wrong person. Johnny perked up again, knocking his fist against your helmet affectionately, “But you’re here now! Come on, let’s not keep everyone waiting.”

You followed Johnny through twisting corridors, up grand staircases, and hallways filled with paintings probably worth more than your life. You finally arrived at a beautiful gold enamel door, the knobs a shining brass that made a clinking side as Johnny opened the door with his gauntlet-clad hand.

Not even a second passed before you were completely swamped, swept into hugs and smacked on the shoulder so many times you were sure you’d find a bruise there later. Johnny shooed them away, protecting your shaking form as he laughed, “Alright, alright. Let’s let His Highness have a chance to see his favorite soldier.”

An amused voice retorted, “Is that jealousy in your voice Johnny? Or am I imagining things again? Step aside and let me get a good look at him.”

Your gasped from within your helmet, the sound echoing loudly throughout the room. Only a few people gave you looks, but they looked more amused than anything. Before you stood likely the most handsome boy you had ever laid eyes upon. A gorgeous smile played on his perfectly soft looking lips, deep brown eyes twinkling happily. Gentle waves of black hair spilled over his forehead, his hand coming up to push it away from his eyes as he laughed, “What’s this? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Your eyes were impossibly wide, completely forgetting all words as he leaned in and embraced you warmly, his mouth close to your ear, “It’s been too long, brother. You’ve been missed.”

Your heart stopped, feeling his breath fan across your lips as he spoke. You could barely find it in yourself to reply, “I-I’m glad to be back, Your Majesty.”

He pulled away, looking at you quizzically, “'Your Majesty’? You haven’t called me that since you first joined as a soldier. It’s just Ten, remember? No need for formalities.”

You were taken aback, “Yes, sir! I-I mean…Ten.” You let the one syllable name spring off your tongue, the sound of it leaving your lips satisfying.

“That’s better. Now,” he winced gingerly, “Please forgive me for this next bit. They really wanted to, and I couldn’t say no…”

You furrowed your brow, confused, “What do you-”

SPLASH!!!

You squealed rather girlishly by accident, the stinking scent of what could only be ale poured all down your body as they roared in laughter. Your nose crinkled, hair already beginning to smell as the stickiness washed down your body, “Come on, really?”

They were giggling like village girls and bar maids, even Ten couldn’t contain his amusement as he covered his nose with a handkerchief. He offered the little piece of silk to you, biting his lip as he stifled his laughter, “Here, maybe this will help.”

You rolled your eyes at him sarcastically, but blushed, taking the small square of fabric and dabbed at your eyes, “Gee, thanks, Your Majesty.”

He smiled, but behind his smile, you saw some type of confusion. For a moment you were worried he was beginning to catch on, you needed to act more like your brother. You coughed loudly, “Hm! So, which of you shitheads should I beat up first?”

That seems to shut them up, their eyes wide in shock for a moment before they burst into another fit of giggles. Ten sensed your discomfort, the ale beginning to dry and make your skin itch, “Here, I’ll have someone draw you a bath.”

You felt panic rise in your throat, “O-oh! No, I’m fine! Promise!” You were in dangerous territory and your cover could be blown.

“No, you’re not,” Ten lifted a perfect brow, already sending an attendant to prepare your bath. “Let me take care of you for once, okay?”

You couldn’t argue with royalty, your shoulders sagging in defeat as you nodded silently. As you waited to be whisked away by servants, you watched the other boys interact, smiling to yourself as you watched them act so childishly. You thought how happy your brother had been only a month ago, amidst all his comrades
and friends. Your eyes lingered on Ten, who seemed to be doing the same thing as you, watching from afar with a smile playing on his lips. Sensing your gaze he looked over at you, his face suddenly changing again into one of confusion and scrutiny, as if he were looking into a pool of water. You looked away with a blush on your cheeks, hidden behind your helmet as a servant informed Ten that your bath was ready.


You were led down a hall decorated with ancient suits of armor to a large bathroom, probably the most luxurious looking room you’ve ever been in. You gaped at how ornate the bathtub was, steam curling from the surface of the water that was sprinkled with flower petals. You were left alone as the servant backed out, realizing your identity was still hidden as long as you were careful.

With a relieved sigh, you went to unbuckle your armor, resting the lightweight metal on the tiled bathroom floor gently so as to make no noise. You didn’t want any unexpected guests, for sure. You stripped quickly, glad to be able to see the womanly shape of your body in an exquisite full length mirror on the wall as you stepped into the steaming bath.

You let out a small moan of appreciation, sinking deep into the bath and letting the water swallow you whole. You scrubbed the sickly sweet smell of ale from your skin, still unable to understand why men did these sort of things.

There was a sudden knock on the door, Johnny’s voice coming in muffled through the door, “You good in there? Need any help?”

You sat up suddenly, smacking your head hard back against the tub, “Ow, shit! Y-yes, I’m fine!” You clapped a hand over your mouth, forgetting to make your voice deeper. You looked over at the door handle and realized that it wasn’t locked.

“What was that?,” Johnny questioned, turning the handle at the same time. “I’m coming in.”

“No!,” you cried out, still disoriented from smacking your head. “Don’t-”
“Oh, hey! There you are,” Johnny smiled, pretending to shield his eyes. “Didn’t know you were still in there. Your hair’s gotten so much longer! One month can really change a person, I was wondering why you were so short looking.”

If you weren’t afraid of your cover being blown, you would have smacked him in the face. Your hands were too busy discreetly cupping your breasts as you tried to remain calm, “Y-yeah. I’m really out of shape, it’s kind of embarrassing actually…” You were trying to imply that you didn’t want to be seen naked, but it went through one ear and out the other.

Johnny pouted, “Hey don’t say that. You had the best abs out of the entire Guard and I bet they’re still there, let’s see…”

“WAIT! NO!,” you shrieked girlishly as Johnny lifted you from under the armpits and out of the tub with ease, letting you dangle midair in his grasp.

To your surprise he remained rather composed, even when you were before him in all your naked glory, Johnny still managed to be calm, “Well then. You surely aren’t a man.” Your eyes widened as he placed you down gently, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you to give you some semblance of modesty. He gulped, scratching the back of his head, “Hey there, ______.”

“Hey…,” you said, still scared to breathe as you tripped over your words, “I-I can explain-”

He didn’t seem to be listening as he passed a hand over his face and groaned, “Your brother is going to kill me.”

You grew agitated, snapping your fingers to get his attention, “Nevermind about that, Johnny,” you took a deep breath. “You absolutely can’t tell anyone that it’s me.”

“Why not?,” he whispered, flopping his hands dramatically, “You know this is probably some sort of crime? Like a felony? Like the ones that get you thrown in jail?”

“I’m not stupid,” you pouted, tightening the towel around you. “This is the only way I can save my brother, Johnny.”

“What? Is he not better?,” he furrowed his brow.

You nodded, clenching your fists, “That’s why I have to do this. We don’t have any money left, and he’ll die if I don’t get him some real help.”

Johnny grasped your shoulders, bending down to your level, “_______, why didn’t you say anything sooner?! I’m sure the Prince would have helped him long ago. Hell, even I would have!”
“Then help me right now, Johnny,” you whispered, “This is something I can’t do myself.”
The tall soldier’s lips parted in surprise, but he nodded in understanding, “Okay.” A sudden loud bang was heard, seeming to come from the room where you’d been. Johnny’s hand reached for the hilt of his sword, shock and confusion written on his face. His entire demeanor changed as he reached for the door, voice low, “Get dressed, soldier, and meet up with me. Looks like I’ll have one more person besides the prince to protect.”

With that he rushed out the door, heading towards where shouting could be heard in the distance. You dressed quickly, once again struggling to put your armor on correctly, hands shaking as you thought back to Johnny’s words. I don’t need to be protected, you thought with a frown. I can protect myself and I can protect the prince. Watch me.

Strapping on your sword, you traced Johnny’s footsteps, realizing that it was much quieter now, causing uneasiness to settle in your stomach. You reached the room that you had initially been in, only to find it in shambles, the entire side wall had been completely wiped out. You gasped, pressing a hand to your mouth as you saw the bodies sprawled around in the rubble. You felt like you were going to vomit, tears pricking at the back of your eyes as you stumbled back a few steps. Ten was nowhere in sight, the Crown Prince was gone. You wandered over to a few of the bodies, gulping as you checked to see if any of them were still alive. You had no such luck, turning to search for Johnny when he realized with relief that he was not among the fallen.

A hand grabbed your ankle, a scream released from your throat as you stumbled back in shock. One of the soldiers you had thought dead was clinging on to your leg for dear life, but he didn’t look like a soldier you had seen in the room earlier. His voice was raspy, raw in his throat as he gurgled, “We have him already, you fool. You’re too late!” He cackled, dragging himself up your leg as you began to scream in terror, not sure what to do in that moment.

Suddenly, you were embraced from behind, a strong arm brought a stained broadsword down on your assailant. You screamed in terror, feeling the man’s life blood splatter down your armor, the hand on your leg twitching and going limp. You couldn’t help the tears that spilled down your cheeks as you turned to find the familiar face of Johnny, not a single trace of mercy on his features.

“Shh, it’s alright, ______,” Johnny murmured, sheathing his sword and taking your head in his two hands so you had to look at him. “Listen to me,” he shook you lightly, “______, listen to me. If you want to help your brother, you’re going to have to help me.”

“I need you to help me save the prince.”

You hiccupped once more, lip trembling as you met his gaze, “Why me? I could hardly handle a half dead man attacking me! You think I could fight,” you gestured to the gaping hole where the wall used to be, “whatever did this?!

Johnny gave you a hard, serious look, uncharacteristic for the usually cheery boy, “Absolutely.” He scoffed, looking you up and down, “I mean, who is brave, or down right crazy, enough to steal their twin’s armor, impersonate him, sneak into the castle, and even trick the Crown Prince?”

You looked up at him, realizing that a trained soldier, renowned for his battle prowess, was praising you. He believed in you. Why shouldn’t you believe in yourself? You knew in this moment your brother would haven’t hesitated, agreeing to rescue the prince without a seconds hesitation. You thought of Ten’s beautiful smile, the way his voice had been so close to your ear…you had to save him too. You blushed, knowing that it was more than duty driving your actions. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but when your eyes met Ten’s, something deep inside of you awoke. Something you didn’t realize you had within yourself. No one fell in love in a matter of an hour though…right?

You set your teeth, determination in your heart, “Okay, I’ll do it. But Johnny,” you murmured, “What did this?” You looked out of the hole again, seeing the vast kingdom spread before you.

“Dragon,” he replied, eyes hard as he followed your gaze. “And not just any old dragon, no…this was the same dragon that killed Ten’s grandfather, the old king.”

Your eyes widened, “How do we know Ten is still alive then?!” Panic and fear coursed through your veins as images of Ten’s body mirrored those in the room.

“We don’t,” Johnny stated, already beckoning you to follow after him. “But we can only hope that the dragon is a greedy beast. If he’s smart, he won’t kill the prince right away, instead hopefully he’ll use him as a hostage to get what he really desires: gold and jewels.”

Your mind went back to all the bedtime stories of greedy gold-obsessed dragons your mother had told you and your brother, and the brave knights who saved princesses captured by them. If you hadn’t been so worried, you would have laughed at the turn of events. Here comes a female wannabe knight to save her prince.

Johnny and you arrived at the stables, taking two horses that were already saddled and ready to ride. He turned towards you, “Have you ever rode a horse before?”

You shook your head, eyeing the large animal nervously. The tall knight came over and guided you into the saddle, “Well now’s your time to learn. Just do what I do, you’ll be fine.”

You nodded, watching as he swung his leg over the black stallion with ease, “Let’s go. Hyah!” He snapped the reigns, the horse snapping to attention and bolting out of the stable and into the castle courtyard. You panicked, hands shaking as you mirrored Johnny’s actions, “Hyah? Ah!”
Your grey mare was a feisty girl, kicking off at a break neck pace and catching up with Johnny’s horse in a matter of seconds. The long haired boy, glanced over at you in approval, a type of brotherly look you hadn’t seen since your twin had fallen ill. “The dragon lives in a deserted town not too far ahead, a short ride. When we get there, I need you to follow my every command. Do you understand?”

You nodded, focusing on the task at hand and urging your horse on as the two of you raced towards the prince.

~

You arrived at the abandoned village, a desolate place that smelled of burning wood and fire, no surprise there. Johnny cautioned you with a hand as you followed him from the spot where you had hidden your horses. “We have to be extremely quiet, dragon’s have senses far superior to ours. He’ll know we’re coming if we’re not careful.”

“Okay,” you whispered, placing a hand on the hilt of your sword to reassure yourself.

Johnny noticed and nodded in appreciation, “See? You already have the instincts of a soldier.” He halted you, taking you behind a brick wall that had managed to survive the town’s demise. “Draw your sword. Quietly though,” he winced, as you noisily pulled out the gleaming piece of metal.

“I pray to every god that it won’t come to it, but if you somehow have to use it, I want you to be able to defend yourself,” Johnny whispered, silently drawing his own sword. “It’s a broadsword, so it must be held strongly in two hands since it’s a heavier weapon.”


You mirrored his pose, widening your stance and lifting the sword to match the height of his, “Like this?”

He nodded, “Yes, good. Now,” he brought the sword in a swinging arc, a devastatingly powerful move. “Try that.”

With conviction, you almost expertly copied his move. Johnny’s eyebrows shot up, a hand pulling up his visor in surprise, “Good, ______.” You smiled, proud to have shocked him, a seasoned fighter and master swordsman.

He looked around, “That’s all we have time for now, we need to move on. If we end up surviving this, I’d be glad to teach you more later. Maybe even your brother could, if he hasn’t killed me before the dragon does.”

As you got closer to where a stream of smoke circled into the air, a foul sulfuric odor poured into your nostrils. You coughed and brought your visor down, seeing Johnny do the same as the smell reached his nose, “What is that?”

“That, ______, is dragon,” Johnny whispered, clearing his throat quietly as you crept even closer to what appeared to be the remnants of an old keep. You gazed at the crumbling stone, trying to picture what it might have looked like before the dragon had destroyed it.

You and Johnny snuck over to one of the walls, peeking into a hole to get a good look at what you would be dealing with. You stifled a gasp with your hand as your gaze landed on the great scaly beast curled up on top of a heaping pile of glittering gold and jewels. Johnny hushed you, placing a hand on your back to steady you as he craned his neck in search of Ten. You did the same, finding him trapped under one the dragon’s great big claws, bloodied and bruised. Your heart leapt as you pointed and whispered, “Johnny!…”

“I see him. Seems like he’s still alive,” he replied, turning toward you. “Here’s the plan. I’m going to sneak in there to see if I can just slip him out without the dragon waking up. I want you to stay here, okay? Worse comes to worse, I want you to run as fast as you can from here and hide. Do you understand? Ten and I may die, but I don’t want you to be killed as well.”

You went to protest, but Johnny snapped back, “I can’t take you away from your brother, _______. He still needs you.”

You shut your mouth, watching with your stomach turning in knots as Johnny took a deep breath and began to inch away. You stopped him with a whisper, “Johnny,” you lifted your visor and pressed a kiss to the cheek of his helmet, “Good luck.”

The tall knight nodded, squeezing your shoulder one last time before he slipped into the large hall that the dragon used as his home. You silently moved around too, unable to take your eyes off of Ten who lay weakly beneath the dragon. You felt so useless just standing there, wanting more than anything to just run in after Johnny. You decided it wouldn’t do no harm to follow him from afar, just in case, right?

You did just that, creeping after Johnny who was already crawling on all fours up the huge mound of gold towards the prince. He was so close too, just a few arm lengths away from the dragon, who snoozed away, peacefully unaware. Your breath caught in your throat when you heard a gentle clang, watching as Johnny accidentally bumped into a gold vase. It teetered precariously, setting your teeth on edge. Johnny lifted a hand to still it, his foot slipped though, and instead of stilling the vase, he pushed it, the heavy metal tumbling loudly down the pile of treasure.

It was like a chain reaction, the way things occurred. First, Johnny’s hand went to his sword’s hilt. Next, Ten awoke, wiggling under the weight of the dragon’s claw with a gasp. Finally, one single terrible green eye cracked open and an ugly pink tongue snaked between scaly lips.

“Well, well,” came a deep rumbling from the back of the dragon’s throat. “What have we here? A little metal man coming to save his weak and tiny prince? How absolutely touching.” The dragon emphasized his words by pressing Ten down into his pile of gold, making him cry out in pain.

“Stop!” Johnny shouted, standing up completely and drawing his sword. “Let him go, you ugly ass lizard!”

“Oh, no, I can’t do that,” the dragon purred, revealing his pointed teeth in what must have been a smile. “He’s too valuable and I haven’t even gotten my gold yet.” He stretched lazily while sitting up, tightening his grip around Ten as he seemed to inspect him, “After I’ve received what I want, then I’ll kill him. There’s too many of you humans scurrying around anyway.”

“For a lizard, you sure do talk a lot,” Johnny retorted, but you could sense the slight waver in his voice. “If you won’t give him to me, then you leave me no choice but to take him from you.”

“Oh my, what a feisty little metal man you are,” the dragon chuckled, an ugly rumbling sound. “You know what isn’t so good about that armor you wear?”

Johnny furrowed his brow, “What?”

“How easily it melts,” the dragon laughed, sending a stream of fire directly onto Johnny, causing you to scream out in terror. You watched the dragon knock him back with his tail, the tall soldier falling limp down the mound of gold.

Making any noise was a grave mistake, the dragon whipping his head toward you, “Oh dear, seems like we have another little metal man here as well. You humans are like little ants, always crawling everywhere and breeding like rabbits. Truly disgusting.”

Ten craned his neck to look at you, “No! Run away!” He struggled in the dragon’s grip, but the beast only squeezed him tighter. “Go!”

“No,” you finally mustered the courage to speak. “I’m not going anywhere.” You looked over at where Johnny lay, his body still and his armor blackened, tears pricking at your eyes. “I won’t, not until you give the prince back or I die trying.”

The dragon blinked, “Suit yourself, but the second option will be your only outcome, little human.”

“Bring it, you damn lizard,” you gritted your teeth, drawing your sword. From somewhere deep inside, you felt a strange sense of calm, call it adrenaline or you just being crazy, but the sword felt familiar in your grip.

The dragon roared, releasing a stream of red hot flame at you, which you barely dodged. You rolled to your right, heading towards the tail end of the dragon, who moved clumsily as you maneuvered around him nimbly. Johnny had been too tall to dodge, but you were much smaller, littler enough to sneak in and around the dragon’s legs without his claws catching you.

Ten was screaming in agony, the dragon crushing him in his claws as you rushed to free him. Reaching one of the dragon’s hind legs, you swung your sword wildly, remembering what Johnny had shown you earlier. The dragon bellowed in pain, but that surely wasn’t enough to stop him.

“_______!,” you heard a voice yell, turning in relief to see Johnny hobbling up the mound of gold. “Keep going, I’ll distract him!” The tall knight dragged his sword behind him, bringing it down one of the dragon’s front legs. He was injured, but definitely still able to throw punches.

You nodded, the sound of your panting echoing as you got the sudden maniacal idea to climb up the scaly beast. The oversized lizard wasn’t going to put Ten anywhere near your reach, so you would just have to go get him yourself. You grabbed onto one of the dragon’s spines, hauling yourself up onto his back as Johnny distracted him. You were light enough that the dragon barely noticed, but once you got closer he surely would.

You were around his shoulders when he suddenly thrashed violently, sensing your presence, “Argh! Get off of me you disgusting little creature!” You screamed, almost falling as you managed to clutch onto a spike for dear life, the sharp spine slipping past a crack in your armor and puncturing your soft skin. You saw Ten being whipped around, his eyes darting around wildly as he struggled to not have his neck broken from whiplash.

“Ten,” you screamed, wincing from your wound as you used the dragon’s scales to shimmy across his arm towards him. “Hold on! I’m almost there!” Johnny was doing all he could to distract the beast, which turned out to be enough as you reached the prince, “I’m here, it’s okay!” You clutched onto him, realizing you didn’t know how you were going to pull him from the dragon’s grasp.

“Johnny!,” you shouted, already seeing the taller knight crawling up the beasts leg onto his back. The older boy seemed to understand, drawing his sword high above him as he reached the back to the dragon’s head. The giant lizard was scrabbling with one clawed hand behind his back, trying to grab at Johnny who managed to evade his reach. You watched in amazement as Johnny stood and brought his broadsword down upon the dragon’s neck, cutting deeply. The beast roared in agony, his wings flapping weakly and crumpling underneath him as he began to fall.

It felt like a building was collapsing from underneath you, your hands clutching onto Ten as the dragon’s grip on him loosened. The two of you free fell, landing hard on the slippery pile of gold and sliding down a ways, watching with wide eyes as the dragon collapsed beneath Johnny’s sword. The older soldier didn’t even spare a second glance at the fallen beast, dropping his weapon and stumbling over to where you and Ten had fallen. “Ten! ______!”

“Johnny,” Ten murmured, eyes still the size of dinner plates, allowing the tall knight to collapse next to the two of you, pulling you both into his broad chest. He ripped his helmet off, hair clinging to his sweaty soot covered face, “Thank god you two are okay.” He squeezed you again, but you cried out softly in pain. “______? What’s wrong?!”

“’________’?,” Ten furrrowed, confusion written on his handsome features, “Who’s _______…?”

Unable to protest, Johnny pulled your helmet off, allowing your true face to show, hair falling down from where you tied it up as he laid you gently down. You’re head felt dizzy, lifting a hand to see it covered in red as Ten looked over at you in shock. The long haired knight worked diligently to remove your armor, hand pressing onto the wound you’d received from the dragon, “Can you hear me _______?”

You gasped at the sensation, seeing stars from the pain, “Y-yep! Can definitely feel that too!”

Ten moved over to get a good look at your dirty face, brushing your hair away from your eyes, “Johnny…who is she? I thought this was-”

“She’s his twin sister,” Johnny mumbled, starting to panic as he realized you were losing a lot of blood. He rushed to take off his armor, pulling his tunic over his head to press it into your wound after lifting up your overshirt.

You managed to look up at Ten, a shy smile on your face, “I’m sorry we had to meet like this. It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way-”

Ten hushed you, lifting your head into his lap, “We’ll have none of that. I’ll hear about all of this,” he gestured down your body, “later. For now, rest.” He looked angry with you, but also confused, like he wasn’t sure you were real.

“Your Highness, we need to get her back to the castle as fast as possible,” Johnny said, already lifting you easily into his arms. “She needs medical attention immediately.”

“Right,” Ten gulped, seeing the way your pretty eyes glazed over. The moment he saw them unblocked by a helmet, he realized that it really had been you the whole time. He knew something had been off, but he hadn’t been able to put his finger on it. Now he knew, and he still couldn’t understand why.

As Ten mounted his horse and watched Johnny cradle you against his chest, snapping his horse to attention, all he knew was that you were possibly the most beautiful and bravest girl he’d ever seen. Bloodied and sooty as you were, to him, you were still prettier than any of the princesses that he was forced to court.

~

You woke up in a cloud. Or at least, that’s what it felt like to you as you were stirred awake by a gentle hand. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”

Your eyes cracked open, not wanting to leave the soft warm comfort of the bed, as you looked up grumpily at Johnny. You felt clean bandages wrapped around your waist, helping your injury recover. You groaned, flopping back down as he chuckled, “Get ready. Clothes are on the chair, come to the throne room when you’re ready. The prince wants to see you.”

You instantly perked up, which didn’t go unnoticed by the tall soldier as he winked at you, “Don’t keep him waiting.” You blushed, waiting for him to shut the door before you bolted over to the chair. You found a simple, yet beautiful dress made from the softest material you’d ever touched. It was a gorgeous maroon, like the color of a dried rose, beautiful and whimsical. It fit like a glove, slipping over your curves like it was meant for you. You stepped into a pair of shoes that were placed beside the chair, searching for a mirror to check your appearance. Finding one, you ran your fingers through your hair, pinching your cheeks to give them a rosy flush of color. It felt strange looking at yourself without seeing a suit of armor, your bare skin unfamiliar.

With that, you set off to find the throne room, winding through the hallways until you eventually were greeted by guards at a pair of large ornate double doors. They neatly pulled the heavy doors open, revealing a row of three thrones, lit by sunlight that filtered in through large windows. It was a beautiful and impressive room and you felt tiny compared to its grandeur.

One of the guards announced your presence and the crowd of people who had been gathered near the thrones turned towards you. There were some smiles, some furrowed brows, and some impressed smirks, and you couldn’t help but blush at the attention. In the midst of all of them stood Ten, dressed in a deep navy that complimented your maroon well, almost like they were a matching set. You turned a deeper shade of red as you approached him, curtsying clumsily as you stuttered, “Your Majesty.”

You hadn’t saw the way Ten’s eyes widened when you had walked in, a dusting of pink sprinkled across his smooth cheeks as he beheld you. A smile spread on his lips as he saw the way you bobbled when you curtsied, he wanted to have some fun with you, “______, you stole your brother’s royally sanctioned armor, impersonated him, and snuck into the royal guard.”

You looked up at him in surprise, eyes big, forgetting that you’d committed several crimes. You looked over at Johnny, who wouldn’t meet your gaze, preoccupying himself with something on the ground. “Your Highness, I can explain-”

“I’m not done,” Ten interjected, causing you to shut your mouth obediently. He took a step towards you, so close that you could have reached a hand out to touch him. To your surprise, he took your hand gently in his, lifting you up, “And, you helped save me from the very dragon that killed my grandfather.”

Your lips parted, gazing into his warm eyes as he smiled at you, perfect teeth flashing brilliantly, “Thank you, ______. You didn’t have to help me, but you did anyway. You’re the bravest girl this kingdom has ever seen and,” he looked up at you shyly between his lashes, “Possibly the most beautiful too.”

Your hand shook in his, which held onto yours securely, anchoring you to the ground, “T-thank you, Your Highness-”

“Ten,” he smirked, seeing how nervous you were by his words. “It’s just Ten, remember? Pleasure to finally meet your aquaintence properly.” He stooped down, kissing the back of your hand with lips that were softer than flower petals.

You gasped softly, trying to recover as you murmured, “_______. The pleasure is all mine.”

“Oh, I bet it is,” he winked, tugging you just a little closer and refusing to let go of your hand. He turned and beckoned a certain tall knight over, “Sir Johnny. Please join us.” The long haired knight smiled, coming to your other side and warmly taking your hand with a comforting squeeze.

Ten looked out upon the crowd, glancing proudly at you and Johnny, “My people, behold your champions! Dragon slayers by the names _______ and Johnny.”

You felt a happy warm flush wash over you as Ten and Johnny lifted your arms into the air, looking out upon the crowd and landing on a pair of eyes that mirrored your own. Time stopped, the only thing moving was your feet toward those eyes. You ran into his arms, causing him to stumble back a few feet as you whispered, “You’re here.”

“Hey there ______,” the familiar timbre of your brother’s voice chuckled, embracing you back as the crowd around you clapped.

You let the joyful tears slip down your face, “How?”

Your twin held you out at arms length, giving you a knowing look, “I think you know. Why don’t you go thank him?” He nodded to somewhere behind you, following his gaze, your eyes landed on the prince.

You don’t know what you were thinking, but perhaps you were finally letting out all the withheld emotions you’d been feeling. When you stumbled clumsily towards Ten, you somehow ended up in his arms, cupping his face as you pressed your lips sweetly to his. You broke away after a few seconds, eyes snapping open as you realized what you had done, “O-oh, Ten, I-I…”

Ten didn’t even hesitate, grinning once again about how such a courageous girl could be so shy, “Why don’t we try that again, hm?”

The dark haired prince cupped your face this time, seeming to shield you from the world as he pressed his lips to yours passionately. As the crowd cheered once again, your bodies moved flush together, knowing that he could feel your heart beating against his chest. You let out the smallest of moans, quiet enough so that only he could hear, his hand going to your waist in approval as he pulled away and gasped for air. He didn’t even take a breath, pressing kisses to your neck that tickled,'making you giggle softly, “Ten!”

“Say it again,” he whispered, looking up at you in wonder. “Please say my name.”

Ten,” you breathed against his lips, pressing one more chaste kiss there before pulling away and melting into his arms.

“Thank you for saving me, ______,” Ten murmured, stroking your hair.

“No,” you shook your head with a smile, “I think we saved each other.”

He laughed, grinning as Johnny and your brother came over to tug you two into a group hug. For the first time in a long while, you felt safe, secure, and more happy than you could even express with words.

Johnny looked down at you, raising his eyebrow with a smirk, “So, are you still willing to become my apprentice, Lady ______?”

You gaped at him, looking over at Ten who grinned, “I might have made you the first female knight on the Royal Guard.”

“You won’t be a lady for long though,” Ten continued, lacing his fingers with yours shyly. “I was thinking you could be more along the lines of my princess?”

You laughed, pecking his cheek, “I’d like that very much, only if you’re my prince though.”

For this weeks entry into the prompt game on @tonystarkstoga I’ll give you a snippet of a No Powers AU with painfully shy Tony. Enjoy!


“You-You have no right to fall in love with me!” Tony splutters, a comically panicked expression on his face, as he stumbles backwards, hands raised in front of his body like a poor imitation of a shield.

He’s looking at Natasha as though she might eat him alive any second now, and yes, Bucky has to admit he didn’t see this coming. He’s held this seminar on appropriate work conduct far more often than he would have liked–because his friends are selfish jackasses, thank you for asking–and this isn’t a reaction he’s seen often when they get to the role-playing-appropriate-versus-inappropriate-reactions-to-romantic-advances-in-the-workplace. 

Technically Tony–as in Tony Stark, as in billionaire Tony Stark, as in rumoured playboy billionaire Tony Stark–was supposed to hit on Tasha–Bucky still has a bone to pick with her–but he didn’t even manage a ‘Hi sweetheart’ without a lot of stuttering, mumbling and bright red cheeks, so Natasha improvised. As in the full-on seduction mode, love confession inclusive, that even Bucky isn’t fully immune to, and they’ve known each other for 12 years.

So, yeah, Bucky is starting to see why she broke down in a laughing fit when he’d asked if she wasn’t worried about working as Stark’s PA, what with his reputation. He’s also starting to understand why there’s a rumoured instead of a confirmed before the playboy.

What he doesn’t understand is why the poor guy is even here. (To learn how to talk to people, he learns later, and wishes someone would have thought to tell him that–he wouldn’t have put Tony on the spot like that if he’d known.)

“Alright,” he finally remembers he’s supposed to be leading this course, and also Tony is starting to eye the closest door with something suspiciously close to desperate determination, so it’s probably time to cut in. “That was a great way to show basically everything you’re not supposed to do, Natasha, thank you.” He stresses her name when he notices the way Tony hunches into himself and sends the man an encouraging smile.

He tries very hard not to be charmed when Tony promptly trips over his feet, though the hesitant, embarrassed smile the man shoots him when he’s finally sitting down and nervously playing with his fingers really should be considered illegal.

Bucky very sternly reminds himself that he is lecturing a group on proper work conduct, and cuddling one of the participants just might send the wrong impression–no matter how adorable said participant is. (Also Natasha is looking far too smug for his comfort.)