sassy over the shoulder

anonymous asked:

i bEG you for literally anything regarding amren and varian. the fandom seems to hate them and i don't to feel bad for shipping them??? so pls write anything smut or fluff (or both pls) i would appreciate and love you greatly.

  • Sometimes Varian doesn’t know whether or not to be scared of Amren, or turned on. She’s so small and fierce, and he’d be lying if he told anyone he didn’t have a kink for women half his size. He doesn’t know why he has the kink, he just does. 
  • When Amren puts on one of his shirts, he LOVES how it’s so big that it looks like she’s wearing a bed sheet.
  • Sometimes when she get’s sassy with him, he just throws her over his shoulder. She HATES it—but secretly loves it. She’s so used to everyone being so scared of her, that she likes being manhandled every now and then. And when he tosses her over his shoulder and slaps her ass—IT’S ON.
  • Varian made Amren a stool for the kitchen and the bathroom. He made them by hand from wood he salvaged from an old ship. When she first sees them, she acts utterly indifferent. She doesn’t care. But later than evening, he catches her in the bathroom examining the glossy finish. She stands on it to get something from the medicine cabinet, then when she gets off, she makes sure the buff any footprints off the finish.
  • Varian is a hummer. He hums all the time. And sometimes he gets really into it when he’s working. And by working I mean wood working. Varian can build anything, but he loves carving sculptures. So one day Amren hears him humming and she is just watching him, listening to him hum. And she doesn’t know why, but she starts humming a new song that adds to his. And before they both know whats happening, they’re making up words and singing. Actually singing. When it ends they agree to never tell anyone that it happened. 

I didn’t realize how much I would love this until I started writing this! Also what is this ship called? Varren? Amrian? I have no idea. Someone help me.

Two drops of water - Jacob Frye x Fem! Reader

Originally posted by assassinscreedstuff

I really tried to write something during my depression. So I apologize for the shitty end and all mistakes you find in the story. Just enjoy it, please :3

“I bet you can scare Starrick away with that grim face of yours, brother dearest”, you make your way towards the door swinging around the screwdriver in your hand amused. Alexander just ignores your comment about his bad mood, while he keeps writing in his little book about a bunch of dots and dashes, which result in a message.

The smile on your lips widens immediately as you see who your visitor is. Of course, you let Henry Green and his two companions in. “Ah, blast'em!”, your brother mumbles under his breath not noticing anyone around him.  

“Aleck?”, you call his name to get his full attention. “I have been intercepting nothing but poppycock propaganda about Soothing Syrup and what not. No, I swear to high heavens, if Starrick’s monopoly continues-”, he complains about the current situation.  

“-Aleck! We have guests”, softly you put a hand on his shoulder to make up the harsh undertone in your voice. With raised eyebrows he looks at you then focus his attention at Henry. “I beg your pardon, these are friends of mine. Evie Frye and her brother, Jacob”, the Assassin can introduce his friends finally.  

Almost a bit embarrassed about his rude behaviour Alexander lays away his book and pen to jump out of his chair. Swiftly he dances around his chair to stand right next to you, “Um… Alexander Graham Bell.” A slight smile on his lips as he crosses his hands behind his back, “And this is my lovely sister-”

“- [Y/N] Bell”, you tell the siblings your name yourself. “Linguists, inventors, and technical experts”, Henry adds to your names. “Too much praise, Henry, I’m almost blushing”, you make a dismissive gesture with the hand which is still holding the screwdriver.

“Aleck, [Y/N], I have something of a favour to ask of you-”, Mr. Green continues to talk. “Can you fix this?”, Jacob takes a few steps closer. Well, the man is definitely not beating around the bushes. The Indian Assassin seems to suppress to roll his eyes, while Evie lives her annoyance with every fibre of her body.

“That’s a nice little toy you have there. Nothing easier than that”, but before you can reach for the rope launcher, Aleck already has his hands on it. Both of you know he is a bit handicapped due to his injured hand. And still it doesn’t stop him.  

“Aleck”, your brother turns around pretending not to hear the warning undertone in your usually with sarcasm laced voice. “Hm… Looks like the casing is cracked”, Alexander looks around for the screwdriver in your hands. “Aleck…” Not caring at all about your protests he grabs a wrench instead. What a stubborn man you have to deal with.

Your brother gets creative with holding the rope launcher lacking a second hand to use. “Oh, it comes apart”, this time you are a bit faster than him taking a hold of the machine as it falls on the table. It wouldn’t take long to get rid of the problems, if you wouldn’t have another technical expert looking over your shoulder.

“You need to loosen-”, Aleck starts to give tips but you cut him off by pointing the screwdriver at him, “I swear if you end this sentence, your left hand won’t be your only injured body part.” He raises his arms in defence smiling, “Go on, sweet sister. I could have used one of these to fit my fuses on top of Big Ben.”  

You can feel four pairs of eyes on you. Especially Aleck’s, who would love to take care of the launcher himself. But he knows you will make your warning true. “Aleck and [Y/N] are installing a new telegraph line for our Free Press Association”, Henry explains for what you two need the fuses. “To combat the Starrick Telegraph Company”, your brother adds happily.

“If we can mend the fuses connecting independent lines from Big Ben, Starrick will be weakened”, he loves to talk about your projects, “Only, we are somewhat at a handicap.”  

You turn around toying a sassy smile on your lips, “We? I only see your injured hand, brother. Here, I removed the mechanism so it may works with your bracer. Easier to handle during a fight or whatever you are doing in your free time.”

You hold out the launcher for one of the twins to grab. “We’ve got a feisty one here. I’ll put it to use immediately”, Jacob won’t let pass a chance like this. He turns around as Evie stops her brother right in time, “Jacob, wait. Mr. Bell, allow me to help you with your fuses.”

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Send me drabble requests for Crowley Weekend!

Request: let’s get ready to rumble with crowley weekend!! i can so see him being UNBEARABLY flirtatious with the reader in front of sam and dean on a group hunt, just to see her reaction and bc he KNOWS it’ll irk dean to no end

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, flirting

Word Count: 802

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

“As always, so smart, love.”

“Thanks?” You replied slowly as you glanced up from your laptop, confused at Crowley’s recent behavior. He had been complimenting you nonstop today while on a hunt with Sam and Dean.

Dean narrowed his eyes a degree, fingers rapping against the tabletop in a nearly agitated manner.

“Let’s pay Mr. Johnston a visit,” you told the group, having finally figured out who the rogue hellhound was off to kill next. You stood from the desk in the motel room and made your way to your bed to grab your backpack, not even making it two steps before Crowley appeared in front of you, your backpack in his grip.

“Need this?” He asked, a warm smile adorning his lips as he offered it to you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, something close to a blush burning at your cheeks as you took it and slipped the straps over your shoulders. You knew Crowley was snarky and sassy at times just for the hell of it, but having his kindness and attention directed at you with such intensity made you uncontrollably feel bashful, especially in front of the Winchesters. You flashed him a shy smile before moving past the brothers to head out to the Impala.

Crowley went to follow, but Dean shoved his hand out, stopping Crowley dead in his tracks.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked, voice gruff, bordering on a growl as he stared Crowley down.

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Red Hands

Title : Red Hands

Pairing : Gabriel X Reader

Word Count : 3,180

Prompt : The song Red Hands by Walk Off The Earth. The reader is having a bad day, and when the boys ignore you, there is only one thing to do; begin a prank war. Luckily, you know someone who pulls the best pranks, and the Trickster is never too far off.

You were having a perfectly normal day.

You had even baked the boys some lunch for the first time in years. Most of the time, you didn’t have time to cook, let alone have time to eat it. With the never-ending stream of crap that spewed into your lives in the forms of werewolves and vampires and demons, you never had any time to be a normal human being.

And thank God, because as it turned out, being a normal human being was really REALLY boring.


“I swear Y/N, if you say you are bored one more time I will lock you in the dungeon. I swear to god.” Dean hissed, his voice tight with annoyance.

You heard Sam chuckle at his brother’s comment, but he kept his attention on the book he was reading, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. It was the first book you had ever seen Sam read that was pure fiction. You could tell things were slower than ever when Sam had abandoned his usual research in order to pleasure read.

“But Dean.” You sat up from where you had been lounging on the sofa. “Not even Cas wants to drop by, and he is the most tedious person in the history of existence.”

Dean grit his teeth and ignored you for the most part. “Go read a book or something.”

“I’ve read them all.”

“Then take a freaking nap.”

“I’m not tired.”

“For the love of—” Dean stood up and moved into the kitchen. He threw open the cabinet and returned to where you sat, a bag of chips in his hand. “Eat, then. Whatever you do, just shut up. Please.”

You frowned at him and he stared back at you as you angrily snatched the bag away from him. “Fine.” You stood up and moved away from the living room. You shot Dean and Sam a look as you moved to the stairs. “You guys are the worst!”

“Eat the freaking chips, Y/N.” Dean snapped, turning his attention to one of his Busty Asian Beauties magazines.

You grumbled to yourself as you stomped up the steps, agitatedly. Living in constant peril had its negatives. Apparently, you and the boys could only be entertained when your lives hung in the balance.

You glanced over your shoulder. Dean was still sitting at the kitchen table, his headphones stuck in his ears. You hesitated as a thought struck you, and then you moved past your room and snuck down the hall. You opened the door to Dean’s room as quietly as you could and slipped inside.

You didn’t know why, but trying to find secrets about the oldest Winchester to use on him later seemed like the best bet at the moment.

You sat down on his bed, popping a chip into your mouth, looking around. His room was really neat; it kind of surprised you. You always figured Sam would be the organized one of the two. You looked around and spotted a box peeking out under the corner of the bed. You crawled over the surface and laid on your stomach as you pulled the shoebox up for inspection.

You pried open the lid gingerly and your face split into a sly grin. “Oh my gosh.” You lifted a scrapbook and flipped open the pages. “No way.” You suppressed an amused giggle as you flipped from page to page full of Pokémon cards. You set the book down and lifted up a pair of pink panties. You frowned with an amused snort. “What the heck, Dean?” Was he keeping souvenirs of his hook-ups now? You bit your lip to keep a laugh at bay.”

You noticed a piece of gold and you lifted up a small chain. It was a locket. You opened it gently, only to find that it contained nothing. You frowned and lifted up a picture from the bottom of the box. You felt a slow smile work onto your lips. It was a picture of you and the boys, Castiel mushed in between Dean and yourself as Sam leaned in from the side. It had been taken on Dean’s phone three years ago. He had claimed to have deleted it, but you were glad that he hadn’t. At the very bottom of the box were five DVDs. You grinned maliciously and lifted them up in your arms.

Dean was going to be so upset when he went looking for his “movies”. You grimaced as you looked at the picture on the cover of the top DVD, a girl was bending over facing the camera, biting her bright red lip as a figure stood behind her…

“Why?” You grimaced to yourself, trying not to let the image eat into your brain.

“I know, that position is hardly realistic, let alone pleasurable.”

You whirled around, almost forgetting not to scream at the golden voice behind you. It took you a few seconds to calm your frantic heartbeat so that you could shoot a menacing glare at the intruder. “Gabe!”

The angel was leaning cockily against the closet door, his arms folded over his chest, a sucker stick poking from the side of his pursed, handsome smirk.

“What the heck are you doing here?”

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Minho x Reader ~ Beating Heart

Originally posted by hardandhigh

Minho x Reader ~ Beating Heart

Eyes make their peace in difficulties with wounded lips and salted cheeks
And finally we step to leave to the departure lounge of disbelief
And I don’t know where I’m going
But I know it’s gonna be a long time
And I’ll be leaving in the morning
Come to the white wine bitter sunlight

“I still can’t believe what you have done, (Y/N)”, Minho shakes his head chuckling, while you two make your way towards the Maze. A bit surprised you furrow your eyebrows, “What? Newt promised that I can be a Runner if I win a fight against Gally.”
Your friend shakes his head again, “I know, but how you have done it was just awesome. No one ever gave him a bloody lip! His face was priceless!” A slight smile appears on your lips, when you remember the fight with the Keeper of the Builders. “And I cried, because my hand was hurting like hell!”
That’s the moment now where you show everyone what you can. “Are you sure you want to do this?”, Minho asks you a little bit worried. It’s the first time you are going to run alone in the Maze. For a last time you throw a glance over your shoulder. The sun is rising and somehow you know it’s going to be a good day for you. “Sure, what should happen?”, you reply sassy…

Heavily panting you run around a corner not really knowing where you are going. The angry Griever behind you doesn’t stop chasing you through the Maze. You don’t know why the memory of this morning pops into your head right now. There is probably no time to think about your life.
The only way out of this dangerous situation is to focus on the way you are taking. The way back to the Glade. The way back to Minho - your best friend and secret crush.

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight
Before the bleeding sun comes alive
I want to make the best of what is left hold tight
And hear my beating heart one last time before daylight

“Minho?”, you push the sleeping Runner softly to get his attention. At least the other boys are still sleeping and snoring. “Hey, Minho”, you try your luck again with more force this time. Slowly he opens his eyes, “What?” And suddenly your great idea to wake him up isn’t great at all anymore.
For a brief moment you search for a good excuse in your head, but there is just chaos. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”, Minho wants to know worried. His brain starts to progress what’s happening right now. Your eyes are glued to the ground, “I had a nightmare and now I’m … scared.” You feel a wave of shame catching you that you woke him in the middle of the night. He needs the sleep and the energy.
Minho grabs your hand softly and pulls you closer to him. “Don’t be ashamed. We all went through this. Even I had terrible nightmares. Come here”, he opens his arms for you to lay down with him. Of course you accept his offer. You rest your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat, which calms you down.
“Better?”, the Runner asks almost sleeping again. As an answer you just nod slowly. Maybe you don’t know who you really are and where you lived before, but you enjoy your new life. The boys are everything you have. Especially Minho who manages to make you laugh no matter how moody you are.

And the canyon underneath the trees
Behind the dark sky you look at me
I fell for you like autumn leaves
Never faded evergreen

“Hey, what are you doing, shank?”, Minho asks you laughing as you look at him with your “What the hell?”-glance. “Did you just call me shank, you shank?”, you add to your gesture. The Runner couldn’t help himself, but smile how sassy and sweet you can be at the same time.
“I think so, (Y/N). What are you going to do?”, he replies wiggling his eyebrows. Teasing you is his favorite part of the day. To his surprise a grin appears on your lips as, while you take the jar out of his hand. “First, I’m going to get your drink, then … I’ll think about step two”, you take a sip from the drink.
Usually he would say something sassy, but his brain stopped working in the worst moment. The Keeper of the Runners just looks at you, enjoying how much fun you have staling his drink. It’s hard for him to keep a straight face. Minho wouldn’t say he’s falling in love, because he already did, when he saw you for the first time. Without help you climbed out of the Box, showing everyone which kind of girl you are.
“Are you going to stare at me the whole night?”, you snap him out of his thoughts. There is the sassy smile back on his lips as throws you over his shoulder. “No, not really. I just waited for the perfect moment to get my revenge”, he finds a good excuse.

“Come on, (Y/N). Where are you?”, Minho mumbles really worried. “She is going to make it. There is still time”, Newt tries to comfort him, but the Runner doesn’t listen to him. The doors will close soon and you haven’t shown up yet. What if you hurt yourself and lying somewhere waiting for him? It drives him almost crazy that he couldn’t do something. “I can’t wait here”, he wants to run back into the Maze, but Newt and Thomas hold him back. “Give her time. She is a good Runner.”

I can’t face this now everything has changed
I just wanna be by your side
Here’s hoping we collide
Here’s hoping we collide
Here’s hoping we collide

You wouldn’t stop running even if your legs are hurting. As fast as you can you run around another corner to see the Glade finally. Unfortunately the doors start to close so you don’t have much time left. Apart from this, the Griever behind you still wants to … you know.
“Faster, (Y/N)! Come on!”, the boys are yelling to motivate you. They aren’t far away anymore, just a few steps more till you are safe. The only person you see right now is Minho waving his arms. A blind man could see the concern on his face. You won’t die, before you tell him what you feel for him.
You almost stumble over your own two feet as you squeeze yourself through the tiny gap of the closing doors. The Gladers are cheering and clapping their hands. But you only have eyes for the Keeper of the Runners. “Oh god! You scared me!”, Minho wraps his arms around you tightly.
Because of the tight hug you can feel his fast heartbeat like he yours. “I thought I’m going to lose you… How cliché this sounds”, you want to laugh about his silly joke to cover up his fear and concern, but you just take deep breaths. “Are you alright? You are not hurt, right?”, Minho wants to know. Softly he pushes you a little bit away to look into your (e/c) eyes.
“I’m fine. Tired and stressed as hell, but fine”, you manage to fake a slight smile to calm him down. “You are going to be the death of me, shank”, the Keeper shakes his head slowly. “Oh, really? Why?”, you reply now really smiling. Minho throws his arms into the air, “Why? You are almost get trapped in the Maze, while a shucking Griever was chasing you! I can’t stand to lose you - the person I love!”
He just realizes what he has said, but it’s too late to take his words back. “Now you know how I felt every day before I’ve become a Runner”, you reply seriously as you grab his hand. The two of you look at each other for a brief moment. “Are you two going to kiss?”, Chuck destroys the romantic moment with his question. Newt grabs his arm and drags him away, “Let them some bloody time alone!”
“Yeah, are we going to kiss now?”, Minho winks at you seductively. “To be honest I’m starving right now. I’m going to visit Frypan!”, you reply laughing and run towards the Homestead. The Runner stares at you shocked, before he follows you as fast as he can, “You little shank!”

Hope you enjoyed it! :)


1x07 vs 2x19

Simmons has quite a different reaction this time - and Fitz takes notice.

What Can I Do?

A Seungri/Lee Seunghyun Fanfiction

Summary: He’s known as one of the most eligible bachelors in kpop, with a reputation that’s known all over South Korea. But when he sets his sights on you, determined to make you one of his conquests, you think that maybe its time for this ‘sexy boy’ to learn his lesson…

Chapter Summary: Addictive lips, telephone arguments and meeting Seungri’s friends…

Chapter Type: Fluff, Minor Angst, Fluff, and funny stuff ;)

Author’s Note: Its always so ridiculously easy and fun to write this story :D I hope you enjoy!!

Recommended Listening: Jacob Banks - Coward + Samm Henshaw - Only wanna be with you (If you couldn’t tell i’ve been pretty obsessed with the mahogany session lately!) ;)

Chapter 4 (Coming Soon)

Chapter 3

You dont see him the next day.

Or the day after that…Or the day after that.

He tells you before he leaves that night, that he has to travel to Japan for the next 3 days for work and the two of you linger on your doorstep for as long as possible, both trying to prolong the moment.

‘I had a really nice evening.’ you murmur, as you lean against the doorway, Seungri stood just across from you, barely a foot away, holding one of your hands between both of his as he smiles down at them, his fingers running lightly over your knuckles.

'So did I.’ he murmurs, glancing up at you, making you both grin as he steps closer, slipping his hands onto your hips and you lay yours over his, fingers tapping lightly on his biceps.

'I can’t believe what bad timing it is that I have to fly to Japan in less than-’ he checks his watch, '5 hours…’ he groans, leaning his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut in faux pain, making you giggle at him and he opens his eyes to grin at you.

'It is pretty unfortunate that on the night you decide to finally kiss me, you have to leave for 3 days…I could have become addicted to those lips.’ you confess, blushing at the words and looking away as you try to hide your face, but his hand cupping your chin stops you, and you timidly turn back to look at him, seeing his cocky- yet warm- smile.

'Hang on, what do you mean finally kiss you? If you wanted to kiss me Beautiful Girl, you could have! I wouldn’t have minded!’ he teased, raising his hands in the air defenselessly, making you giggle as you hide your face, feeling your blush rush to the roots of your hair.

'Yah, dont pretend to be embarrassed…I know how fiesty you can really be.’ he says, looping his arms around your waist and pulling you back into him, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth and you instinctively turn your head to capture his lips, leaving a short, soft kiss at first, before your eyes lock with his and you lean into him for more, your heart rejoicing at the feel of his lips against yours, nerve-endings flaring everywhere his body was touching yours.

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 "A Dance Under the Moonlight"

A friend of mine ( made this awesome story about my art

It’s been two months since Helena threw herself into literal fire for the sake of Arendelle. Two months since the Southern Isles broke off all trade with Arendelle and abandoned their youngest and most powerful princess upon Arendelle’s shores. Even though the royalty of the Isles had been conniving and villainous, their much put upon people stood by Queen Adelaide.

They didn’t care to even leave a letter or forewarn the dock crew when they dumped Helena’s comatose body overboard and a nearby fisherman had to pull her out and deliver her to the castle.

The fire had badly burned her, and when Elliott brought in a doctor to look the former princess over, the doctor had grimly told the Snow King that Helena probably would not make it through recovery, as her wounds had been left unattended for so long that they were starting to get infected. Elliott, still in a storm of emotion and conflict over his feelings towards the princess, had asked the doctor to at least TRY to save Helena.

And he did. And just as he stated, Helena’s health was not improving. She just kept getting worse and worse until even Andy came around and heroically declared that he wouldn’t let Helena die! Not when she’d almost thrown her life away to save the prince and the king.

Krista had been their savior. It was she who suggested that Helena be taken to the trolls. She said that if anyone could heal Helena, then it would be her adoptive family. So the group had brought Helena before Pabbie, asked him the favor, and spent five agonizing hours for Helena to show a brighter sign of life. And when she did, clad in a shift and blankets, Elliott had been the first to embrace her in relief, much to the ill princess’s hysteria.
 Helena became a resident of the castle at this point. She was confined to a comfy bed by a determined and hell bent Andy and Krista, whom, much to everyone’s surprise, were received tentatively by Helena. She’d never had anyone make such a fuss over her in all her life. She let them touch her hair, pull at her clothes, and bother her in late hours with concerned check-ins and whatnot to be sure she wasn’t going to suddenly get ill again.

But even such surprising patience could go so long before Helena stormed into Elliott’s office one afternoon, a quilt wrapped about her shift-clad body, demanding that she be placed in the dungeon because if she had to endure Andy’s coddling one more minute, well, she’d certainly throw herself into the fjord (much to Elliott’s amusement, and he’d said, “Again?”).

Following Helena’s sure recovery (she promised to remain in her recovery bed as soon as Elliott removed a much guilty Andy and Krista (although Krista seemed to be smug, rather than apologetic). Helena was left to recovery in peaceful, pristine solitude that was only temporarily interrupted by visits from the doctor and servant who brought Helena food and helped the doctor change her wraps. As soon as the doctor gave Elliott the final report, Helena left bid adieu to her sickbed and promptly left the castle grounds without so much as a warning, aching to be free from the walls in which she’d been confined for the past month.

She only realized later that she should have waited to be escorted by Andy or Eliott (even Krista’s presence would have made a blasted difference!) as she was almost immediately overwhelmed with well wishes and passionate thanks from the people of Arendelle. It happened like this – Helena had been much beloved during the fiasco now known as The Big Freeze from when Elliott had unintentionally frozen over Arendelle. When she attempted murder of Arendelle’s king, however, she was placed under speculation and was the center of many nasty remarks. But by throwing her life into fire (literally!) for the sake of Arendelle’s royalty, she’d redeemed herself.

Helena tried to maintain some grace under the duress, but after several children (ones she’d personally bundled in blankets during The Big Freeze) approached her with freshly plucked flowers and weeds (oh the thought counted!) Helena had burst into tears before all of Arendelle, and for the life of her, she could NOT stop the tears from falling.

Never in all her life had she received such love and on such a large scale as an entire kingdom. And it practically exhausted her all at once. She near collapsed at the center of town before Elliott appeared, parting the crowd reverently with his kingly presence, and took Helena into his arms and back to the castle, thanking his subjects for warmly welcoming Princess Helena, and that the princess was overcome with emotion and would properly receive their gratitude later when she recovered.

While Andy and Elliott were both confident they could comfort Helena, they soon found they were woefully inadequate with encouragement and relegated the task to Krista. She’d rolled her eyes and shaken her head – “Big babies” – and then went to Helena’s side. While Helena and the Ice Mistress were not exactly “peachy” (as Krista put it), Krista did succeed in calming down the former princess of the Southern Isles, and two days since the commotion, Helena finally left her room (Andy insisted so) and greeted Arendelle with a light dusting of makeup and regal decorum.

This time, when Helena greeted the public, she smiled and happily accepted their gratitude, appreciating their care to not become too excited, lest she suffer another emotional moment. She let the children pull her aside and show her how to weave flower crowns and play a silly hopping game that made Helena glad she’d chosen to wear flat shoes. The families she’d helped during The Big Freeze introduced themselves to her and again gave their thanks, as well as invitations to their homes for sodd and warm glogg.

Helena never looked more free and wild than when she was down ten pints of glogg, auburn hair undone, cheeks, legs, and arms flushed, dancing under the glogg’s influence in that old, rickety tavern after escaping the castle for the hundredth time without telling anyone where she was going.

Elliott had decided to fetch Helena himself this time, as Andy was just out the door with Krista for sled racing when one of the serving ladies appeared in a flurry of anxiety, saying she couldn’t find Lady Helena in her rooms. This was followed by a messengers arrival, his hat askew, as he reported that there was a commotion happening down at the tavern by the shipping ports of the fjord. Trusting his instinct, Elliott visited the musty tavern, stepping in with the decorum for which he was raised, and colliding with Helena as she spun about the room, skirts swirling.

“Your Majesty!” she laughed, hair whipping, face red of alcohol. Elliott could smell the pints on her breath. “We were just talking about you!”

‘We’ being the tavern thugs who, just moments before Elliott’s arrival, had been hooting, hollering and clapping to the Celtic tempo so beloved of the Southern Isles. The tables had all been pushed to the walls with the chairs stacked to give the tavern a proper dancing floor, and even as Helena giggled drunkenly in Elliott’s arms (she was heavy in his arms, alcohol robbing her of her perfect posture) many men and women continued dancing in jogs and jigs, hopping and stomping on the tavern floorboards with passionate strength.

Elliott looked down at the former princess. But she was trying to stand on her own, pulling at his coat and swinging around, back to the dance floor

“Hey e'ryone! This ist the Snow Ding!”

This is where an annoyed Andy and Krista found Helena four hours since her unannounced departure from the castle, and this is where Helena sheepishly bid the people adieu before being thrown over Krista’s shoulder (“Stop your whining, Sassy Pants.”) and taken back to the castle. Elliott lectured Helena on remembering that she couldn’t just run off whenever she liked without telling anyone, but was relieved that Helena was in better spirits.

He decided to host a celebration for their triumphant return from the Southern Isles (well, Andy decided it, and told too many people before Elliott could say “no” and then had to go through with his overly excited brother’s plans) and invited everyone in Arendelle, as well as several dignitaries and particular royalties outside the country. He expressed sentiment that everyone was welcome to celebrate Arendelle’s prosperity, and insisted children attend as he would make another ice rink for ice skating.
Everyone dressed in their best, terribly excited that moonlit occasion, and looked quite ridiculous skating about the rink in their frumpy dresses and coats and absolutely preposterous sliding around the polished ballroom floor in their socks. It was a jolly, over joyous celebration that even got many of the out of town visitors joining in, save for those few who found the entire merrymaking too “improper” for a party hosted by the King and Prince of Arendelle

And that was when Helena arrived alongside Krista, having forced the Ice Mistress into a simple red dress and herself into a blue gown that befitted her person splendidly and reminded Helena that she WAS still a princess.

Those of Arendelle greeted Helena kindly, asking her to join in their play, but it was the visitors who turned up their noses, and frowned at Helena’s presence. “The Traitor” they called her. “Murderer” they hissed. “Villain” they whispered in the corners of the ballroom where they thought Helena could not hear them. But she did, and so did Krista, Andy and Elliott.

The height of the night was when a visiting dignitary accosted Helena. The mead had just been served an eighth time and one visiting duke got it into his head that it would be acceptable to ask Helena if she would be bothering any other royalties with her presence once she finished in Arendelle. That had frozen Helena and drew the attention of many party goers, but rather than rebuke the duke, Helena declined to answer and left the party, wandering away from the excitement and commotion until she found herself in the solitude of the royal gardens.

She found herself a stone bench to sit down, and after checking to be sure she was alone, crumpled into herself, wallowing in self-misery. So distraught, she didn’t notice Elliott entering the gardens, and it wasn’t until he was in front of her that she realized she wasn’t alone.

“Go away,” she’d said, wiping at her face, smudging her powders and reddening the skin about her eyes. “I just want to be alone.”

“Haven’t you had enough of being alone, Helena?”

“No. I need it.”

“Do you want to talk about what happened in the ballroom?”

“Not really, no.”

“You’re not a villain, Helena. You more than proved that by saving mine and Andy’s lives.”

“That doesn’t erase the mistakes of the past.”

“No. It doesn’t. But you don’t have to let your mistakes rule you.”

“You would know.”

“See? There’s the Helena who charmed my kingdom and threatened to throw herself into the fjords because my brother and future sister-in-law were mollycoddling her.”



"Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?”

Helena sighed. “Only to stop your pestering.”

“Of course.”

Helena smoothed her dress’s skirt and scooted over on the bench, allowing Elliott a spot to sit. Elliott took it gratefully and waited, looking at Helena expectantly.

She gave up. “Why do you have me here, Elliott?”

Elliott was confused. “What?”

Helena gestured to the castle. “Here. Arendelle. Why didn’t you leave me in the fire where I belong.”

Elliott’s brow furrowed. “You don’t deserve to die, Helena.”

“Oh come off it! Do you remember the morning that you and Andy saw me off on my ship back to the Isles? IN CHAINS? I was APPALLING. Wretched!”

Elliott closed his eyes for a moment. “Well…I cannot argue with you there.” He opened his eyes to see Helena’s widen, shaking with self-hatred. “But!” he stated, “You’ve done your repenting, and you’ve proven that you aren’t as wretched when you’d been standing upon the fjords with your sword raised.”

Helena winced at the memory.

“You don’t deserve to die,” Elliott repeated. He then stood up. “Come with me.” He put out his hand – ungloved and bare under the glow of moonlights from up above. Helena stared at his hand for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

Elliott pushed his hand forwards. “Helena.”

And she took it.

She let him lead her through the gardens, winding around Andy’s carrot patches, and past stone immortalizations of the late King Adgar and Queen Idun. Helena’s feet were just starting to ache  when they finally arrived at their destination. It was a smaller alcove of the garden, with bordering shrubs and an archway covered in vine that looked to be starting to choke the wood base.

“Through here,” Elliott said, pulling her through the archway.

A gasp of awe popped from Helena’s throat. “Oh.”

It was a private array of flowers that Helena knew were foreign to Arendelle’s land. She saw mums and daisies and posies and several more plants, all arranged beautifully in color and composition with breathtaking result. Before Helena could stop herself, she was down to her knees in the daisies, pushing her face into the flowers and breathing in their perfume. They smelled better than she’d imagined.

A chuckle came from behind.

Helena practically sprang to her feet, face red. Elliott just smiled, worsening Helena’s embarrassment.

“You enjoy flowers, Princess?”

Helena turned her head, hoping to throw her red cheeks into obscurity of the shadows. “I do.”

“So do I,” Elliott agreed, walking further into the garden. “This was my mother’s private gardens when she needed to get away from it all.”


Helena looked at the posies with appreciation. Ah yes. She’d heard that Arendelle’s late queen had had a particularly green thumb and encouraged beautification of Arendelle’s landscape, helping Arendelle remain one of the Five Most Beautiful Countries In the World, only second to Corona, where, interestingly enough, Queen Idun’s sister was Queen.

“She did a wonderful job.”

Elliott smiled softly – a sweet look that made Helena’s cheeks heat so strangely and she fought the gooey smile threatening to pull at her cheeks.

“I used to help her,” Elliott said proudly. “Before…my powers became a burden.” He said the last part not so proudly.

Helena smiled wryly. “Now who’s moping.”

Elliott glared at her.

Helena laughed, warmth bubbling once more in her small body.

“My apologies, Your Majesty.”

“You don’t mean it.”

“I do not.”

Elliott sighed. “This WAS a nice night.”

Helena shook her head once, chuckling. “It still is.”

Elliott gave her a faux dubious look. “Oh?”

Helena abandoned her wariness, throwing caution to the wind and taking Elliott’s hands. “Come here.”

She let go of one of his hands and placed it at her hip, before putting her hand at his shoulder, and smiling sweetly. “Apologize with a dance.”

“You wouldn’t rather have chocolate?”

“Cold feet, Your Majesty?”

“I’m not letting you get away with that.”

And he spun her about the gardens, grinning when she gave a gasp of surprise as he swept her expertly off her feet.


“I…can’t forgive you.”

Helena doesn’t know why her heart is cracking. She expected this – she’d prepared for this. What she’d done to the King and Prince of Arendelle was reprehensible and if she’d been in their place, she’d be refusing apologies all the same.

She nods mutely. “I understand.” And then bows and turns to go but…

Elliott’s hand wraps about her arm. “Wait.” She does. “I can’t forgive you for what you’ve done – I don’t think I ever will, Helena.”

“Your Majesty…”

“Please. While I can’t forgive you, I CAN put it behind us. I can let you repent for your transgressions against Arendelle.”

Helena’s heart clenched. “But would it be enough?”

Elliott smiled softly. “If you truly mean it, then it’d be enough.”


Elliott’s mind was a snowstorm. In DECEMBER. He’d never thought he’d actually FEEL something as intimate as romantic love some day, and certainly not something Andy sweetly called a “crush”. Infatuation. That was it. That was what led Elliott walk Helena to his mother’s private garden, let her pull him into a dance, and then when they parted with the final glance of the full moon above them, it was what led Elliot to pull back a smirking, smug, sashaying Helena back, misjudging that she’d whip around, and instead of shockingly kissing her cheek, he’d locked his lips to hers.

The air had suddenly dropped in temperature. Helena’s arms had gotten cold where Elliott held her. And Elliott felt a contradictory sensation of warmth shooting through his body that confused him greatly.

Before he could try to discern the sensation, Helena had broken away, eyes wide, face shocked. There’d only been a brief moment of their eyes meeting – her red face, his red face – but it’d been enough to take the sensation to a different level.
Because Helena’s eyes were no longer that cold, unknown green he’d remarked upon to Andy the last summer. They were also intelligent and curious and playful and so very enraptured.

By him.

Sassy Boy || Sebastian & Sherrinford

Seb hated his job. He was a week in, and he already despised it. But he had to get money somehow, and this was the best way, since… what had happened. Even if he hated everyone and wanted to go home.

He was getting onto the long train home, exhausted and drained, when he noticed the kid. The pretty one, with the curls, and the nice clothes. He shouldn’t have been out like this. He was too made up to be homeless. Seb would’ve just left him, but he noticed a slightly suspicious bloke starting to eye the kid. And, hating sex criminals more than he hated adorable brats, Seb went straight over to the kid and put an arm around him.

“There you are sweetie, are you okay?” He shook the kid a little, hoping to rouse him. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” He glared daggers at the other bloke over the kid’s shoulder.