In a new campaign I’m part of, my character is a rogue, Awakened Undead fan race. He’s a skeleton, but he knows that’s unnatural and does his best to hide it. I coordinated with the DM ahead of time to work the twist into the story later, but for now we’re only one session in.
I commented privately to the DM that I was disappointed no one had commented on the fact that I’m completely covered head to toe, so he starts laying the hints on thick.
DM: So the four of you see the rogue (me) on the edge of the guard post you’re looting. It’s getting pretty late, but he hasn’t started a fire and doesn’t seem to notice the cold.
Ranger: I go start a fire next to him and get camp ready for the night.
DM: Alright, you start the fire. He doesn’t seem to care if it’s there or not.
Mage: I start cooking food and handing it out to everyone.
Me: Oh, no, I’m fine, thank you.
Fighter, ooc: You know, it seems like your character just doesn’t give a fuck about life.
So, my workplace has this rewards system, where if we go above and beyond in some fashion (or if we survive an exceptionally shitty day) our managers can reward us with points, which we can then redeem through the company reward website for all sorts of stuff. It’s kind of an arbitrary system, and not every manager hands out points. Luckily I’ve had managers who’ve remembered the system, and I’ve worked there for years now, so I’ve been collecting points.
Recently, I finally decided to redeem my points. I was checking out the rewards, and on a whim I decided to look for The Clone Wars (because it’s me), and they had it! The whole series! So I ordered it. And it came in the mail today. But like, not only is it the boxed set, it’s the collector’s edition boxed set:
It’s got special featurettes, “making of” videos, special extended director’s cuts of some of the episodes, and a book of concept art! Look at some of this great stuff!
If you ever wish your art were good enough to be part of a TV show’s concept, remember that Dave Filoni draws chibis––
––and Snow-Soka! (with a hat for each montral)––
––and maps of fancy environments in simplistic markers––
This whole thing is a gem and I can’t believe I got this with my work points. I am unspeakably happy.
For Ash’s 2k writing challenge! As you can probably guess by the title, I chose the
bubble bath prompt. I hope you all enjoy reading it, and let me know what you
think! Also, I’m not sure why on some, the “keep reading” thing isn’t visible. So if you can’t see it, just go to my blog. The full post is there. 😉
Summary: Negan has been
stressed out lately, so you decide to give him a night of relaxation… ;)
Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Swearing,
Negan & You
Living at the sanctuary was usually great.
Most everyone here got along pretty well, with the exception of a few
ungrateful workers. As one of Negan’s wives, you had no right to complain. Life
was pretty much as great as it could be, given the circumstances. Negan and the
Saviors had found you in the woods one day, half out of your mind and very
sick. They brought you back, gave you a place to stay, food, medicine, and
well, exactly what it’s called. They gave you a sanctuary.
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Request: Can you do one where Shawn and y/n are secretly dating and people find out by them being in a private beach or pool being all cute and cuddly and kissy
Authors note: Just though you should know I hate the word trunks- as in swimming trunks. It creeps me out.
“I bet that I can reach the
other end of the pool before you can.” I taunt Shawn, my towel chucked over my
shoulder as we walk through the hotel lobby to the pool. It was 10 at night and
Shawn had reserved the pool just for us so we could have some time away from
“You think you can beat me?” Shawn grins, shoving me with his
elbow and I glare at him, whacking him in the stomach with my hand.
“Of course I could. If you swim anything like the way you drive,
you’ll be eating my dust.” I laugh, watching his eyebrows pinch in an irritated
“Fine. You’re on woman. First one to the end of the pool wins.”
He opens the door to the pool with his key card and the overbearing scent of
chlorine hits me in the face.
I lead us over to the chairs to the side, the lap pool taking up
the middle of the room. Chucking our towels on the chairs, I shimmy out of my
T-shirt dress and turn around to see Shawn clad in a pair of black swimming
“Give a girl some warning won’t you?” I tease, nudging him with
my shoulder as I walk past him to the stairs of the pool.
“I could say the same to you.” Shawn murmurs, his hands reaching
out to rest on my waist, stopping me in my tracks. His front is pressed against
my back and I try my best to ignore the shivers shooting down my spine at his
“Are we going to swim or are we going to chat?” I look at him
over my shoulder and he pouts, his bottom lip puffing out and he looks so
adorable that I almost consider forgetting about swimming all together.
“We’re going to swim!” His face lights up and the cheeky glint
in his eyes should have been enough warning for what he was about to do. The
world tips and in a flash I’m over his shoulder.
“Shawn!” I shriek, my laughter echoing around the deserted
room. “Put me down.”
“And why would I do that? We’re just having a little pre-race
fun.” Then I’ve been thrown into the pool. The heated water surrounding me and I push off the
tiled floor, rising above the water, gasping for air.
“You ass!” I shout, wiping the water off my face.
“Sorry Hun,” He chuckles, sliding into the pool slowly.
“You won’t be saying sorry soon.” I huff, moving to the edge of
the pool where our race would begin. “Remember, it’s fair play here Shawn.
“Just see if you can keep up sweetie.” He grins maliciously and
I roll my eyes.
“Go.” I take a gulp of air before pushing off the wall to propel
myself further. I begin a freestyle stroke, kicking as fast as I could. When I
take another breath I look to my left to see Shawn a meter or so behind me.
I focus on swimming again, pushing myself to go faster. Suddenly
a hand wraps around my ankle pulling me back. I gasp, accidentally swallowing
some of the chlorine packed water.
Shawn’s in front of me now and I do the same thing to him, grabbing
his own ankle to pull him back. Somehow the race is now forgotten. Shawn is
standing up, trying to reach for me as I swim to the side, shrieking in mock fear.
“Come here,” He laughs, lunging for me again but I dodge.
“Come and get me, slowpoke.” I call, grabbing onto the edge of
the pool. He’s closer then I expected and it’s too late for me to escape, his
arms caging me in.
“Got you.” His nose brushes mine and all laughter from before
“Oh no,” I say in a deadpan voice.
He laughs, kissing me briefly. “What am I going to do with
“Hmm.. maybe this?” I move quickly, dunking his head under the
He resurfaces, wiping water out of his eyes, coughing. “I think
I just swallowed half the pool.”
Shawn I’m sorry-“ I start to say but I’m cut off by him splashing me in the
face with water.
you serious-“ Splash.
he finally stops I open my eyes to see his head tilted back as he laughs
should have seen you’re face!” He pauses just to continue laughing again.
going back to our room and you’re going to be sleeping on the floor.” I scowl,
swimming towards the steps out of the pool.
doesn’t say anything except for the chuckles of amusement.
walk over to the chairs wrapping a towel over my body, the cold causing goose
bumps to appear on my body.
I’m sorry,” Shawn says from the pool.
you’re not.” I say smiling at him, my anger from before dispersing at the happiness Shawn shows. We hadn’t decided to go public yet with our relationship so we
rarely got a chance to go out to public places together and enjoy ourselves.
right, I’m not sorry but I don’t want you to be angry at me.” Shawn begins to
climb out the pool and walk over to me, leaving a trail of water behind him.
not Shawn, it was fine, I had fun.” I grin at him and he looks at me, deciding
whether he believes me or not.
He says, returning the smile.
watch your back.” I smirk at him, and he tilts his head, biting his lip and
edging closer to me.
the worst you could do?” He asks sarcastically, pulling me into his body that’s
still covered in moisture.
you’re getting my towel wet.” I giggle, reaching behind me to grab his towel
off the chair. I press the cloth onto his chest, meeting his dark eyes. “Dry
“Do it for me?” He says lowly, and I feel my cheeks heat at the implied
meaning. Slowly I began to rub the towel over his chest, down his arms and
around to dry his back.
hope you’re not getting any ideas.” I murmur, moving the towel to dry his hair.
He bends his neck lower so I can reach.
don’t worry, I am.” He chuckles and I roll my eyes, hanging the towel around
his neck and letting go to hold his face close to mine.
‘cos so am I.” I let go, turning away to grab the key card and leaving him
standing there stunned. I reach the door, realizing he wasn’t behind me.
coming?” I ask, calling back to him. He shakes his head, almost like he was
clearing a thought out of his head before he grabs his clothes and follows
awake the next morning by the sun shining through our half open hotel blinds. I
groan, reaching out for my phone on the night stand. 7:48. I turn, laying on my back, opening up twitter on my phone.
it load, looking to the side to see Shawn’s back facing me and I smile, focusing back at my phone again. I gasp.
Shawn Mendes spotted with a mystery woman
at the hotel’s pool.
Mendes found having some late night fun
with a new girl.
Is this Shawn Mendes’ new girlfriend?
so many more. I frown, scrolling through the new headlines from the fan
accounts that I was following. All of them had posted something about Shawn and
roll onto my side, poking Shawn in the back softly. He groans, moving onto his
I whisper, hovering over him as I shove his shoulder enough to wake him up. He
opens one eye sleepily and slowly he opens the other.
he hums, a rasp to his voice.
look at this.” I hold my phone where he can see it and he squints at first before
he looks at me, shocked.
took pictures of us while we were at the pool?” He asks, anger lacing his tone
and he sits upright like I was.
but its okay Shawn. They had to know sooner or later.” I tell him, softly
pressing his shoulders back down as he moves to get out of bed.
sighs, grabbing my hand.
sorry it had to come out like this,” he kisses my knuckles softly.
really okay Shawn. As long as I have you, it doesn’t matter.” I smile at him
and he gives me a grateful look.
lifts his own phone from where it was plugged into charge and opens up twitter
himself. I rest my head on his shoulder, watching as pictures and comments
about us load onto the screen.
kisses my forehead, flicking through his mentions.
Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen. Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Vortigern, Hannah [minor ofc] Characters mentioned: Uther and Igraine Pendragon, reader’s parents Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader Word Count: 1,667 Warnings: Canon violence mentioned, mention of mistreatment of a woman, mention of rape Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the support and positivity you have shown us! GIFs found on Google.
It was late at night that Arthur remembered who Y/N was. It came to him as all his other memories had; in the shape of a dream. Though, this was no nightmare, just the soft voice of his mother as she tucked him in one night. She told him of a girl; a girl that would, one day, become his wife, and her name resonated throughout his dream the moment it left his mother’s lips…Y/N.
Arthur awoke with a sharp gasp, her name falling off his lips with a whisper as he tried to catch his breath. Sitting up he ran a hand through his hair and down his face, looking towards the window and seeing that it was now morning. Y/N was to be his wife, his betrothed since they were children, yet nothing was mentioned when the two of them met. How was this to work?
Yes, he thought she was attractive. She wore a smile that made his heart race, skin that looked milky and soft; so much so, that he wanted to feel it under his fingertips, and a voice that was as pure as her name, but he knew very little about her. He didn’t know who she truly was. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to know every little detail about her.
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“Need another milkshake?” You looked across the counter over to the booth two down from the door. The boy, whose name you learned was Jughead, shook his head without even moving his eyes from his screen, his pale skin illuminated by the glow. Sighing, you poured yourself a cup of coffee. You would be here until late and you knew it.
Every night was the same. He’d come in around four, be the only customer for a while. Around six, people would start coming in to pick up food for their families, or sit down for an hour or so to wind down. Then gradually things would get busier and busier, and he’d just be that guy taking up a four person table by himself. And then things would wind down, and he’d still be around.
In all honesty, you had no real legitimate reason to be intrigued by him. He was standoffish, and often just ignored your questions… Even though you were just doing your job.
But there was something about him. Maybe it was the little smile he’d quirk every once in a while at something on his computer screen, or perhaps his soft tone he’d use even through the sarcastic remarks he’d make to people who recognized him, or maybe even the determination you saw in his eyes even when he was doing something as simple as eating a cherry off his milkshake.
Working at the Chock’lit Shoppe meant you knew most people more than you thought you would. You knew who was dating who, which relationships ended and how, how most people of Riverdale took their coffee, and what the latest drama was. You saw people at their lowest, weakest moments, but also their strong moments of visceral rage.
And maybe it was because you were a creep who loved people watching, or maybe it was because you, as a waitress, just had this two-dimensional feel. People would look through you, and often saw you as something, not someone.
Tonight was different, though.
Just a few minutes after your question to assure he didn’t need topping up, he turned to you.
“Who do you think killed Jason?” You nearly choked on your coffee, eyes widened at his blunt question.
“Um…” you pursed your lips. “What?”
“Do you have any theories?” He asked, persisting. He adjusted his seated position so that his eyes were square in your direction. Under his gaze you were slightly intimidated, but you were used to uncomfortable confrontation as a waitress.
“Haven’t really had the time to think about it…” You answered thoughtfully.
“Hear any chatter in the booths?” He hopped off of the cushioned chair, walking over and leaning against the counter. You saw now that his eyes were a greyish green, his hair curled in mattes against his forehead. Up close, his skin looked tired, in fact, his entire being just shouted, I needed ten hours of sleep last night and I only got ten minutes. “You’ve gotta have something for my novel.”
“A novel?” You raised a brow.
Narrowing his eyes, he asked, “What did you think I’ve been working on for months?”
“I try not to think while I’m working,” you joked quietly. Though in fairness, it was barely a joke.
“What a waste of an opportunity,” he sighed. “You hear everything that’s ever been said in this town, being here all the time. And you know nothing.”
“I didn’t say nothing,” you rolled your eyes. “Just no pertinent information. Not for any story you’re trying to tell.”
He winked, “I wouldn’t say any story.”
You cocked your head in confusion at his smug attitude. “What do you mean?”
“Well, right here…” He cocked his head, eyes raking over the room, from your hand and your coffee cup up to your own eyes. “This is what they call the beginning.”
Hi! would you mind writing one where the reader is Tony Starks daughter, and she and Peter are good friends and they know each other through the avengers. Tony is having a grown up party with alcohol and invites Peter, and tells the two to stay away from the alcohol but they end up getting drunk they can’t stop laughing and is just goofing around, and the team tries to get them out of there before Tony sees them. And Peter spends the night and next morning they have hangover and Tony finds out?
Word count: 4 220
A/N: I know i haven’t been active for such a long time but i am back now :O First i wanna apologize for posting this request so late and for the tons of mistake you may see. I hope you guys like it and please let me know what you think. (i am so desperate, i really need to know) Feel free to request ♥
Friday. Another boring day in the tower of the
famous superheroes named ‘The Avengers’. You may think that being a child of
one of them would be so cool and your life full of adventures but oh dears, how
wrong you are…My name is (Y/N), daughter of the one and only Tony Stark aka
Iron Man. And although my father and his friends are the saviors of the world,
I cannot say my life is so interesting. Just like my father I’m a really good
mechanic and I love creating new things. That’s what I do almost all the time
but daddy never lets me help him and I kinda understand why but still I am
angry at him. I have tried so many times to persuade him to let me do something
for the team but he insisted on my staying away and being safe. Bullshits.
Everyone knew my father has a daughter, if somebody was to attack me, they
would have done it not caring whether I am in the team or not. However, let’s
stop with self-pitting and getting you bored to death.
As I was saying, it was a Friday morning and I
was alone (again) in the spacious tower waiting for my father and his teammates
to come back from a mission in London I didn’t know about…Well, not as much as
I wanted. When I woke up I did everything ordinary- brushed my teeth, cooked
something for breakfast, stumbled over the carpets because I was too sleepy and
bored to look where the hell I was going, watched TV, ate again, went to the
balcony, a second later to the kitchen for a hot chocolate but exited the room
with a piece of cake. So basically my day was – eating, watching and sleeping
just like now.
“(Y/N)!”, someone screamed in my ear and I
jumped from the sofa I was currently sleeping on. The action caused my body
falling on the ground and feeling a strong pain in my ass. As I was still
sleepy I tried to stand up as fast as I can to protect myself but I hit my head
on the table next to me.
“Shit!”, groaning I laid on the floor waiting
for the headache to disappear.
“Sorry.”, the person said but still giggled at
the spectacle that happened in front of him.
“Fuck you, Parker!”, he just laughed and
extended his arm in order to help me stand.
“Language, (Y/N)!”, I smirked as Steve’s voice
echoed through the room. Seconds later I saw him and the others entering. My
dad, of course, was caring a bottle of whiskey and some cups for the others.
“You look like hell”, I stated after looking at
all of them. Nat and Clint were still in their uniforms, which were covered in
blood, both theirs and probably the victims’. “What happened to you? I didn’t
expect you to come back so early.”
“Well, to cut a long story short, they tricked
us.”, Nat groaned as she took a glass of whiskey.
“More than once.”, Bruce finished. By the look
on their faces they were pretty worn out. Only Peter looked okay.
“And why is Peter the only one who looks like a
fresh flower?”, his smile vanished immediately and he frowned at us like a
“They locked me on the helicopter so I could
not help them in the mission.”, the way he talked made me laugh, he was really
behaving like a little kid.
“Come on, Pete. We talked about this. You
helped us and didn’t get hurt.”, Wanda spoke. Her face was wounded and tired,
“And no matter how much I like talking to you, I need to rest, so see you
later.”, and with that she exited the room.
“At least it is Friday. You have two days off
“Being a superhero means you never get the
chance of resting and having days off, (Y/N).”, my father spoke but as soon as
the words escaped his mouth, he stood from the chair with a smile on his face.
“We all know you have something stupid in your
head, Stark.”, Clint exclaimed, “What is it now?”
“We’ll make a party. Tonight.”
“Yeah, because a party is the last thing we
need right now.”, Natasha and Steve disagreed with my father.
“Oh, come on! We need to ease out minds and
have some fun. We have no idea whether Colson will phone us tomorrow with some
shit information or another mission. I don’t know about you but I am throwing a
party tonight and I indeed don’t care whether you would come or not.”
“I know I will regret this later, or probably
till the end of my life but I think he is right.”, Clint spoke and stood up, “We
need a way to unbend.”
“That sounds super, daddy. What time will the
“Oh, no. No, no and no. It will be an adult
party, sweetheart. You and Peter are too young to attend it.”
“Wait, what?!”, I and Peter screamed at the
same time, “I hate you! You never let me have some fun in my life. You didn’t
let me be part of you, I am capable of helping you and yet you make me stay
away! You ditch me here alone for days while you guys are on a mission and when
there is something that can entertain me for some hours, you banish me! That IS
NOT FAIR!”, I screamed at my dad. He opened his mouth to say something but I
hurried to get out of the room. I wasn’t really into getting a rap on the
knuckles for my behavior. I went straight to my room but before I got the chance
of closing the door, somebody stopped me.
“May I come in?”, without answering I opened
the door more widely for him to enter, “I know how you feel but you should
understand him.”, he spoke softly.
“Understand him?! For what?! He is being so
mean towards me and I have no idea why. I have done nothing!”
“I know how you feel, (Y/N). I’ve been, no, I
am still going through the same. First it’s aunt May, and on missions it is
Tony. He has only you and he is afraid of losing you.”
“That doesn’t explain why he is behaving like
“No, it does. I didn’t say it was right or that
there is logic in his actions but you know him better than anyone else. Don’t
be so harsh on him, he loves you and we all know that.”
“It is strange that he doesn’t allow me go to
the party! He has done so many things when he was a teenager, things I do not
want to mention.”, but no matter how angry I tried to be, I knew Peter was
right. I should try to work out the things.
“Well, he may have forbidden us to go but is
that actually going to stop us?”, a playful smirk appeared on his face. I
smiled widely and looked at the boy who was now sitting on the bed next to me.
“Did I hear you right? The nerd boy Peter
Parker suggesting going on a party?”
“Do not act as though it surprised you.”, he
sounded offended but he was giggling.
“How are we going to do it?”
“I dunno but give me some time to form a plan.
I will get you after some hours for the party, milady.”
“When did you become so confident?”
“After I embarrassed myself over 20th
times in front of you.”
We stayed in my room for two or three hours
giggling at the memories when I and Peter first met each other and how nervous
he had been. I had never expected to have someone as close as him but Peter had
somehow found a place in my heart and I still couldn’t figure out what exactly
it was. After the boy left I opened my wardrobe, sat on the bed and looked at
it trying to figure out what the hell to wear. The never ending problem of a
girl. My father had filled it with so many clothes and yet nothing seemed too
good for tonight.
It seemed that I had fallen asleep because when
I opened my eyes I was greeted by a handsome vision of Peter.
“Why are you not ready?”, he
“I dunno what to wear.”, answering simply I
closed my eyes in order to sleep at least 5 minutes more.
“Oh, no! No! No and no!”, exclaiming the boy
shook me lightly and tried to make me sit, “We are not going to sleep because
we are having fun tonight, you get it Stark?”
Groaning I rubbed my eyes and when everything
became clear I glanced at Peter. He was wearing trousers and a red short sleeve
shirt which I had to admit was classy and sexy on him.
“You look, just…Wow.”, I swear I saw him
blushing at my comment.
“Well, thank you. Now, we have to see what you
are going to wear. The party started like 1 hour ago so I hope that ‘till we
are ready your father will be drunk enough to not spot us.”
“My father can never be that drunk. I have the
feeling that the alcohol isn’t affecting him anymore.”, we laughed and then
searched through my wardrobe for something suitable.
To not waste your time with boring
descriptions, I will only say that we spent an hour until we were finally
ready. When we exited the room I did my best not to think about the mess
inside. All my clothes were lying on the floor but at least it was worth it.
Taking Peter’s hand we headed downstairs where the party was held. I was
wearing a dark red dress, which was a present from Nat. It had sleeves but my
shoulders were bare and so were my legs. It wasn’t that short but surely it
wasn’t something my father would approve.
As every step we took, the music was getting
louder and louder. When we arrived I was shocked. I had never seen so many
people in one room. Looking around I saw a DJ, probably a famous one, a bar, an
improvised dance floor and no place to sit.
“Probably no one will spot us.”, Peter shouted
so I could hear him but as life is a bitch, someone spoke behind us right after
Peter said that.
“What the hell are you two doing here?”, when I
turned around I calmed a little as it was Nat and nobody else. Honestly, she
and Steve and maybe Thor are the only one I can trust to not tell my dad when I
am in a serious trouble.
“Nat, please, do not tell dad!”
“If you promise me to not do anything stupid.”,
she had crossed her arms in front of her chest but surely the alcohol she had
drunk was making the things so easy for us.
“When have I let you down?”, I winked at her
but she only rolled her eyes and a smile cracked on her face.
“Just have some fun and stay away from your
dad. If he sees you, I do not know you. Get it?”
I and Peter nodded and turned around. I looked
at the bar and when I saw nobody of our friends was there I nudged Peter.
“Let’s drink something.”, smirking at me, he
took my hand and we headed towards the bartender.
“I would like-”
“Sorry, miss but you don’t seem like an adult,
neither your friend.”, I clenched my teeth. For the first time in my life I
wanted to have some fun and this guy was not going to ruin it.
“Do you know who you are talking to? Excuse
you, but my father has fired you to serve for his party and right now, he wants
some drinks for him and his friends. You can see them over there if you want.”,
I didn’t turn around because I had no idea where daddy was and I didn’t want to
attract his attention if by some chance he had saw me, “so I don’t want to get
a rap on the knuckles because somebody cannot do their job.”, I knew I sounded
kinda bitchy but I had to. Sometimes you have to show people who you are.
“My sincere apology, Ms. Stark. I will give you
the drinks in seconds.”, the man turned around to pour some alcohol. He didn’t
ask us what we wanted but as I had said they were for my father, the bartender
probably knew what he usually drank. Spinning around the man gave us four
glasses of whiskey on rocks, a cocktail and two shots of vodka I think.
“Thank you.”, smiling at him I took half of the
shots, while the others were taken by Peter.
“That’s why I love you, (Y/N)!”
“Why? Because I can supply you with alcohol?
And I thought you were a nice guy.”, I acted as though I had been hurt but the
smile on my face gave me away.
“Well, we’ll see tonight.”
“You wanna get drunk?”
“Why not? And besides, tell me someone better
to embarrass myself in front of than you.”, smirking I stopped and so did
Peter. I got nearer and looked up at him.
“Then, what are we waiting for?”, his smile
grew wider. We put the glasses on a table near us and we both stayed with the
two shots of vodka. Cheering we tangled our hands, just like the married couple
do at their wedding, and drank them on ex.
“Shit.”, i exclaimed as I felt the liquid going
down my throat.
“That thing is like fire, dammit.”, Peter was
coughing and I was laughing at him.
“I thought you were tougher than that, Parker.”
“You have seen nothing, yet, darling.”
“I hope so.”, smirking, we took the next shot.
And we were on a roll. After we finished our
drinks we decided to have some fun. I dragged Peter to the dance floor.
Although we were drinking so much for a first time, I didn’t feel drunk,
neither did Peter. We just had more courage and didn’t care about the world.
Dancing around, laughing at our moves, joking and flirting with each other
distracted us and we didn’t see my father getting near. I was about to bump at
him when a strong figure stood between my father and I. Looking up I saw Thor’s
face and beamed.
I threw my hands in the air happy to see the
god and opened my mouth but he used his free hand to shut me. He looked back and
stood like that for some seconds. After that he let me go and drank from his
“What was that for?”, although I wanted to be
angry I couldn’t stop smiling like a fool.
“You two were about to get in a serious trouble
if it wasn’t me and Nat to prevent Tony from seeing you.”
“Thank you, Thor!”, exclaiming I hugged him
tightly which coughed him off guard. Peter used the opportunity to steal Thor’s
drink and take a sip.
“No, no!”, he tried to get it back but I was
the one who took it from Peter. Thor turned towards me but he wasn’t that fast
as I tried the beverage, too, “Shit, shit, shit!”, he couldn’t stop cursing as
he saw his glass empty.
Suddenly everything in the room became blur and
spun. I staggered and caught Peter’s arm to regain balance but Peter was about
to fall. It was Thor who took us and helped us stay still. A minute or two
later everything was fine but far away from normal.
“I thought that was whiskey. ” , Peter spoke.
“It was, but I have put something special from
Asgard as your alcohol cannot affect me that much. Shit! Tony’s gonna kill me.”
“I feel awesome.”, I was definitely drunk as
the words escaping my mouth were in a slow motion.
Thor turned around hoping he would see Nat or
Steve or anybody except Tony that would help him. I grabbed Peter and tried to
drag him away from the Norse god without falling on the floor. We were away
from him but we bumped in someone else. Turned out to be Vision.
“Hello.”, he greeted us, “I thought Mr. Stark
forbade you to come.”
“Hello, Vision.”, Peter said, the smile never
leaving his face.
“No, I talked with him later.”, I didn’t know
why but I couldn’t stop laughing, “He said yes.”
“You look drunk.”
“Yes.”, I screamed, “That was the point, right
Peter?”, unfortunately I turned around too fast and staggered. I fell on Peter
but as he was as drunk as me we both fell on the floor.
“It seems you fell for me, huh?”
“For you, dunno, but thanks in it was on you.”
We were sounding so stupid and I was sure there
was no logic on whatever we were saying. I lied next to him and burst out
“There you are!”, Nat shouted angrily as she
approached us, Thor behind her.
“Hello, Nat! Do you have some drinks with you?”
“No drinks for you anymore!”
“But I want!”, both Peter and I shouted and
looked like spoilt brats. We looked at each other and again we began acting as
though we had been insane.
“Oh, god! Thor, why did you give your asgardian
thing to them?”
“Do not shout at me, Natasha! It’s not like I
let them, they just stole it.”
“What are we going to do with those two. They
are uncontrollable.”, while she was talking to the Norse god, she didn’t manage
to see us sneaking out. For an assassin she wasn’t that good with keeping an
eye on people.
“Where are they?!”
“Where is who?”, as the question was asked, the
three superheroes froze. It was Thor to turn around and speak.
“Natasha’s weapons. She thinks somebody has
“Oh, I will buy you others. Just have some fun
for one night. You guys surely do not know how to enjoy a party.”, Tony rolled
his eyes and turned around to leave his mates.
“It won’t be that hard. They are over there.”,
Vision pointed at us as were roaming around the room stealing drinks left
without a supervision. We were taking, drinking, leaving the glass. I was about
to do it again but I felt strong arms around my waist.
“If you wanted me, you could have just asked
“I surely do not like your drinking state.”,
Thor stated as he lift me and began walking out of the room. I took a hold of
the door trying to prevent him from getting me out.
“No! I am not going anywhere!”, after some
minutes of struggling to take me out of the room, he finally did.
“Those two are like newborns. You should always
supervise them.”, Steve spoke as he caught up with us, holding Peter who was
doing everything he could to get out of Cap’s grip.
“Captain America is here to save the princess
from the villain.”
“No, Captain America is here to save both your
and our lives from your angry dad if he finds out about your state.”
“You are bad. I and Peter wanted fun. You
The next thing I remember was the ceiling of my
I couldn’t say opening my eyes was an easy job.
Even the slight light in the room was causing me a splitting headache. It was
like somebody was hitting me with a hammer after they had punched me several
times and had slammed my head against the wall. My eyes were in agony, I just
wanted to get them out of my head. Finally I managed to open my eyes but of
course with a lot of cursing and groaning which caused the awakening of
somebody in the other corner of the bed.
I made an effort to sit up and look who was
there but the sudden and stronger pain in the back of my head stopped me. This
time I wasn’t the only one groaning in pain.
“Shit. My head is about to explode.”, I heard
Peter’s voice. Events from last night started to appear but they were like
small pieces of a really enormous puzzle.
“What happened last night?”, whispering, I
started to massage my head in order to reduce the pain.
“Dunno.”, the boy answered. I didn’t feel the
bed moving so he was probably in lack of energy just like me, “But we have
“You don’t say…”
I closed my eyes again ready to fall asleep
when I felt something vibrating. Turning around I saw some black spots due to
the fast movement. When everything came back to normal I looked at the night
stand next to my bed. There was a message from Nat but I first spotted were the
two glasses of water and some pills. Smiling I took one of them and threw the
other at Peter.
“What the hell, (Y/N)?”
“Just take it. I hope it helps.”, groaning he
sat up with a lot of effort. Of course he was in the sitting position five
minutes later but still, he took the water and swallowed the liquid and the
“My dad’s gonna kill us.”
“Only if he finds out.”, Peter mumbled as he
laid back on the bed. And speaking of the devil…
“You are in a serious trouble young lady!”, my
dad’s voice was loud bun with the hangover it sounded as though I had been near
“Daddy, please…”, I whispered and massaged my
“Do not daddy me! How could you do this? After
I forbade you!”
“Of course she would do so, Tony.”, Clint
stated. I hadn’t noticed that some of the Avengers were in the room, “She’s
your daughter after all.”
“I- wait, what?!”, Tony looked confused yet
angry at his teammate.
“Clint’s right and you know it. How many times
have we forbidden you do something and you still have done it anyway.”
“How am I the guilty one now?”
“Dad, please, do not shout…”
“Peter, what are you doing here?!”
“I-”, Peter stuttered as Tony’s attention was
now on him. It seemed that my daddy didn’t notice him when he burst into the
“It’s not his fault. He just came with me to
keep an eye! I made him drink all the shots and Thor’s asgardian thi-”
“You gave them that?!”, dad looked at Thor with
wide eyes filled with shock and anger, “You gave my daughter -”
“Oh, no! No, no and no! Not again. I did not
give them anything, they stole it and drank it.”, with an irritated face Thor
left the room. I should apologize to him later, he has done everything he could
to save me from my dad after all.
“Can you leave us, alone?”, seven or eight
heads turned towards me. They all nodded and left the room. Nat came and helped
Peter who was still trying to fight his hangover. Well, next time I would know
that he should not drink so much.
“Peter, next time I see you in my daughter’s
bed I would end you.”, Dad threatened him.
“Daddy.”, Tony looked at me and once he saw the
pain written on my face and heard the desperation in my voice he calmed down a
little. Coming closer he sat on the bed next to me.
“What?”, I expected him to shout, throw things,
be sarcastic, angry…anything but apologizing was something I did not thought
“I shouldn’t have disallowed you from coming.
I, Clint was right…I know what I’ve been doing when I was your age and I just
didn’t want you to be the same. In attempts to protect you from turning into
me, have caused something way worse…I
know you are probably hating me, not only because of the party bur for
“I don’t hate you, dad. Fuck it, I love you
more than anything. It’s just I spent my days here, doing nothing, especially
when you are on missions. I just wanted some fun, some socialization, some…some
time with you, even though it would be on a party. I’m sorry I acted like this.
I wanted to prove something to myself and mainly because I wanted to break the
“Sounds like a man I know.”, a smile cracked on
his face and we both laughed at the comment.
“Can we…can we spend the day together? Just me
“Of course darling.”, daddy responded. I didn’t
miss the tears he was holding back. Tony and I had never been much into such
talks, apologizing for hours and so on. We needed only one hug or look to
understand each other and know the things were better, “But I have something to
do first.”, he said and stood up.
“Killing my teammates for trying to hide you
and your drunk ass from me.”
Um. I started a new AU. I couldn’t concentrate on any other project until I got this one out. >.>;;;;; So uh yeah this was this entire week. It’s a pretty darn big post. This AU will hopefully contain itself to the one post maybe one more
Going up tomorrow night! As usual, I’ll try to get it up 8PM EST. Lemme try to stick to my own self-imposed deadline and not be 3 hours late this time! ;A;
(Genuinely curious to see if anyone can guess an AU and/or crossover of what since I’ve cropped + censored out all costume details…I’m pretty sure I haven’t let anything slip publicly…? reply to this post to let me know what you think ;D)
Author: fearlessdiva | Word Count: 76k | Rating: NC-17
Summary: A love story concerning possessed furniture, black silk pyjamas, courtroom drama, premonitions of doom, assassination attempts, Death Eater yoga, absinthe, bare feet and a sensible werewolf. Beware: coarse language, brief drug use, some sexual content, and consideration of issues of sexual consent.
Review: I… really don’t know how I can convince all of you to READ THIS NOW as much as I want you to. This was just… so much fun and wonderful, wonderful banter and character development and originality with the mystery and allure of Dracos Seer abilities and… ugh yes, it has all the things that kept me from it at first as well - a slightly fanon and spy! Draco, a very lovable Snape, etc… but… I just loved all of it, and just so regret putting this off for so long!
This fic was written between the 4th and 5th books, so prepare for some AU, but trust me when I say there’s so much to enjoy because of it. Let me tell you, this is a fic that is difficult to put down once you start. It really is a ride - there’s the most rivetingly ascerbic and amusing characters, clever dialogue, humour despite all the -frankly- tragic circumstances, fascinating magical theory, a hell of a plot and ‘whodunit’ness, relationship and character development, all this pent up want and attraction between Harry and Draco … yup, a lot.
Harry and Draco are so intrigued by each other that you end up being swept along with these feelings of curiosity as to how each of them got to where they are, unravelling feelings for each other along with all this fear of the future, the past, the present.
It has so much of what drew me to fanfiction in the first place, seeing all the characters and their relationships with each other in ways that I envisioned and didn’t really see a reflection of in canon, while having a great time in the process of reading.
This was easily one of the best things I’ve read lately, this being a classic in the fandom.
Content/Warnings: AU (HBP, DH), Bodyguard/Protecting, Mystery, Coming Out