saviour that if you want

today is a sacred day, the day of our lord and saviour Mary Shelley’s birth: so, in celebration, i want you to think to yourself ‘WWMSD?’ (what would mary shelley do) and try to emulate her perfection. here are some ideas:

1) have a crisis about the god-like advances of modern science.

2) make out (or preferably, have sex) on a dead relatives grave. 

3) or carry around your husbands head in a velvet bag. 

4) create the sci-fi genre cause you were bored of listening to your husband and his boyfriend have sex.

5) be like, super goth. invent goth.

16 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as mental physical abuse, violence, blood, gore, dead bodies, grief and death

Originally posted by herthealbum

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Oh, Darling

Originally posted by lavendertitties

Prompt: What happens when the daughter of Wendy Darling and the son of Captain Hook meet? Chaos ensues.
Rating: T
Warnings: None, but does Harry Hook being a major flirt count?
A/N: I thank my friend Ella for helping inspire me to do this! This one’s for you, ya dork. Italics is Harry Hook’s point of view.

“No. Absolutely not.”

Three of the infamous villain kids and one feisty daughter of Mulan stood in front of you, swords in hand and dressed in their old clothes from the isle. “Why would you ever want to go back to the Isle? And why me?”

Lonnie rolled her eyes before tossing you a sword, which you swiftly caught. “Y/N, why wouldn’t we ask you? You’re one of the best people in the school who can actually handle a sword!”

The sword’s metal gleamed in the light and you remembered it all. The secret “dance” classes and sneaking out of your home to escape your mother’s wrath and embrace the exhilarating feel of a sword. It was better than any feeling you had ever felt and you never wanted to let go of it. All the years of training and running led up to this. You could finally prove to your mother that you didn’t need a prince or a saviour. You wanted to become the saviour.

Against all judgement, two words escaped your mouth and it was set.

“I’m in.”

The ride to the Isle of The Lost was a jungle of nerves. What if you were caught? What if you got killed? What if?

You were shook out of your thoughts and questions when Evie squealed. “We’re here!”

The moment you stepped out of the limo, you immediately wanted to get back in and go back to the safe comforts of your dorm room at Auradon Prep. But then… what kind of hero backed out of an adventure like this? It was the chance of a lifetime.

You hesitantly took another step forward. It wasn’t as bad as you thought. It was the feel of the place that gave you chills. Shadows lurked everywhere and somewhere off in the distance, you swore you heard screaming.

Jay saw you gawking at it all and laughed. “Welcome to the Isle, Y/N.”

You smiled back and laughed as well. Excitedly, you took your sword back from Lonnie as she passed around the weapons. You knew you shouldn’t be this excited about an impending fight but you couldn’t control yourself. Finally, a chance to prove yourself.

With one last look at the gleaming island of Auradon, you ran off with Evie, Jay, Carlos, and Lonnie. The party was about to start.

Harry Hook’s P.O.V.

Uma’s loud voice boomed as she yelled orders at the rest of the crew, her menacing tone encouraginng the rest to work even faster. No one wanted to face the wrath of the sea witch’s daughter. Even Gil seemed to scrub at the planks faster.

Harry glanced one last time at Auradon’s very own Prince Ben and growled. He wanted nothing more than to slaughter him already, but alas. Uma’s orders.

“Harry!” Uma called you over as a familiar band of misfits entered. They were here. Finally. Now the real fun can start.

“WELCOME!” Harry shouted, excited and grinning maniacally. He scanned over his former fellow villain kids and spotted a couple new kids. Must be some of those prissy, pink students from Auradon. He was about to go forward, but then he saw her.

She was stunning. A look of bravery and fiery passion was in her eyes, and he was intrigued. A sword was in her hand and she looked as ready as ever. For a moment, he felt as if his heart was taken by the Queen of Hearts herself.

He wanted to have her.

The ship was actually very impressive. That wasn’t what attracted her though. It was the crew. Now he knew why Evie, Mal, Jay, and Carlos were somewhat worried. They looked threatening. You held a tighter grip on your sword. You weren’t taking any chances today.

A guy in a red leather jacked and a striking red hat displayed his arms out and grinned at them, like a shark waiting to bite. “WELCOME!”

He looked familiar… as if you’ve seen him from another world. Suddenly, you remembered who he was.

Captain Hook’s son.

The hook. The red. The hat. It was him. The son of the man your mother oh-so-loathed. Your mother’s stories were true. You never fully understood why a simple sea captain scared her, but now you knew. The insane glint in his eye, the pure determination. Hell, you would’ve run out of there if it weren’t for your friends. You quickly recomposed yourself, unaware that the son of Hook was staring at you as well.

Mal and Uma kept negotiating with Ben and the wand, and every minute you were there you grew increasingly uneasy. You just hoped Uma wouldn’t notice that it wasn’t the real wand.

You gasped out a sigh of relief when Uma accepted the wand and Ben was traded for it. Now it was time to go. The next thing you knew, Uma was angrily yelling and you all booked it out of there.

One minute you were running, then suddenly, a hook was placed against your throat. “Not so fast, Darling.”

You examined your options then drew your sword, quickly elbowing him then pressing your own sword to his throat. “Not so fast either, huh, Hook?”

Chaos ensued around you, the rest of Uma’s pirate crew battled it out with the other VK’s and Lonnie. You focused on your opponent in front of you, and leaped forward for another attack.

He quickly dodged it then smirked, “You’re quite feisty for a Darling,” he lunged forward for another blow, then knocked your sword to the ground. “I like it. The name’s Harry Hook.”

You rolled your eyes at him then took your sword back. “I’m not really in the mood for introductions. We’re kinda in the middle of a fight, if you haven’t noticed.”

Harry chuckled as he tried to land another blow on you, quickly whisking his hook away from danger as you tried to knock it off of him. “The only thing I’ve noticed so far is how beautiful you are. No wonder Peter Pan took your mother.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Hook.” You finally managed to get the infamous hook and dangled it in his face for a few seconds then threw it somewhere around. “It’s Y/N by the way.”

Laughing, you ran off to your other friends as the confused lieutenant jumped into the water in search for his hook. You felt guilt for a moment then shook it off. He deserved it!

You took a smoke bomb from Evie and smashed it on the ground then ran for it, never looking back. You thought about Hook’s son though. Maybe someday…

Harry jumped out of the water, in search for you and eager to get revenge (and maybe your number). All he saw, however, was Uma’s angry form and the rest of the pirate crew defeated. He growled to himself then stared at Auradon.

“We’ll meet again someday, Darling.”

Breathless (Negan x Reader)

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Requested by anon: Request for a one shot where female reader is saved by Negan after she stops breathing and smut ensues.

-Female Reader-

Warnings: Smut, Swearing (this is Negan after all), Explicit Language, Rough Sex.

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The fall wasn’t really that hard at all. But it made you lose your breath nevertheless.

The way to Alexandria was a bumpy ride. You sat in the back of the truck and chatted with the rest of the group when suddenly Negan made a sharp turn. Gasping, you tried to grab a hold to something when you felt you were about to fall, but tumbled off the railing. As your back came crashing down on the ground, you got your breath knocked out of you and everything faded away into darkness.

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Imagine Dean slowly falling in love with you

Word count: 1094

Request by: @di-the-whovian-potterhead

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Sexual references I guess

A/N: It’s kinda different from what I usually write so sorry if you dont like it <3

“I still remember the day that we first met. You were a complete Jerk,” You said leaning closer into your boyfriend’s chest causing him to chuckle.

Chatter filled the crowded bar as you pushed your way past people in order to buy you and your friends the next round of drinks. You signalled the bartender, telling him your order before turning and looking around the room, your fingers tapped the bar as you waited patiently for your drinks.

Your friends had decided to take you out to cheer you up as you had just come out of a long relationship due to you walking in on your partner cheating on you.

Once your order was finally ready, you thanked the bartender and grabbed the large tray of drinks. Walking back to the table, your mind drifted off to your now ex-boyfriend, sure you would miss him, but how could he do that to you? Tears threatened to overflow your eyes when suddenly, the tray in your hand was pushed and the drinks had covered your body.

You looked up in shock and anger to see a man with gorgeous green eyes wearing a plaid shirt. You had to admit, he was extremely handsome but at this point you were more mad at the fact he had rudely pushed into you and still hadn’t apologised.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked with a joking but serious tone in your voice, “Watch where you’re going jerk.”

He blankly looked at you up and down before speaking.

“Oh I’m sorry, did Daddy’s little princess get her expensive designer shirt all sticky and wet?” Sarcasm laced his voice.

Wow, I didn’t think that it was possible to be that big of an arrogant dick.”

“Arrogant, no, big, yes.” He gave you a mocking smile before turning away still not even apologising.

You scoffed before walking back to the table your friends were on.

“You will not believe what just happened!”

“Yeah, I was a complete asshole,” he spoke, one hand resting around your waist and the other running through your hair, “but you definitely put me in my place when you rescued me and Sammy from them vampires. I guess you always have been the dominant kind,” he joked causing you to laugh pushing him away from you.

“You bet I saved you and Sam’s ass that night. You should be lucky your brother was with you, because there was no way in hell I was just saving ‘the jerk from the bar’.”

You bust open the door to the room, not even taking a glance at the hostages the vampires had caught before kicking, punching and slicing your way through all of them.

The last head rolled to the floor and the only sound filling the room was your panting breath. Eventually, you looked up shocked to see the asshat from the bar tied up, next to him was a man with long-ish hair, I guess it’s his brother or something.

Jerk’s face was filled with shock.

You laughed, oh this was too sweet, the things you could say to him right now.

“Oh my lord! Did daddy’s little princess just get her designer shirt dirty in order to save big dick’s life?” you joked, “Why on Earth would I do that when I can just get my butler to save-“

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled an apology which you obviously heard but you just wanted to saviour the moment.

“What? What was that? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I’m sorry!” He said louder, his head moving upwards to catch his eyes with yours, “I was an idiot, I should have apologised there and then, I was stressed and I was stupid, and I took it out on you, so I’m sorry, really.”

The room was silent for a few seconds as you processed what he had just said.

“Okay,” you untied both of them before pointing your finger towards his face, “but if you ever talk to me that way again, or anyone else for that matter, I promise you I will cut of your big arrogant dick.”

“Deal,” he said smugly.

“Dean?” you asked quietly snuggling impossibly closer into his chest.

“Hmm,” he responded.

“When was the first time you knew that you liked me?”

There was a moment of silence as Dean thought.

“I think I always knew but I remember, you had been living in the bunker with me and Sammy for a month and a bit…”

You quickly turned the page of the book. It was 2am, you had been researching all night and day for where the rouge demons would strike next and you still had little to no idea.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened revealing Dean with a look of surprise on his face.

“What are you doing up Y/N?”

“I couldn’t sleep; I need to find where these demons are going to strike next.”

“Come on Y/N you need to sleep, or at least take a break, for me?”

You looked up into his green eyes.

“Fine, what do you suggest we do?”

“Want to get pizza?” he asked knowing that you could never say no to pizza.

“Yes, that is the best thing you have ever said to me Big D,” you jumped up from your chair slamming your research book closed.

“Again with that nickname, I said it one time when we first met, you’re never going to let me live that down are you?”

“Nope, now come on Big D, you owe me some pizza.” you joked

“Oohh! I remember that night we drove over 100 miles at 2am to find a pizza place which was open because you sir, was adamant that we had to have pizza,” you laughed poking his chest.

“Hey! I promised you pizza didn’t I, and you got pizza right?”

“Yes I definitely did.” You chuckled looking up into your boyfriend’s eyes and in that moment you realised how much you truly loved him as did he with you.

“Y/N,” nervousness seemed to lace his voice, “I- I love you”

“I love you too,” you replied, your eyes never leaving his as you leaned in to kiss him but this kiss seemed different to all of the others you had shared with him and anyone else in fact. This kiss was filled with passion and love. His arm snaked its was around your waist and your hand found its way into his hair and in that moment both you and Dean realised how much you both sincerely loved each other.

Revision Methods + Tips (1)

HAI GUYS! So, I am actually making my first masterpost on this blog and I am SO excited!!!11!!!!111!!! This will be in 2 parts with tips in this post and methods in another. ( to avoid making this a SUPER long post. )

Also, This is a collab with @studyruels so go check out his masterpost here and his blog here as he is super sweet and so motivated! 

Let’s go slay those revision sessions now, yeah? 


Before we get into the tips, let’s understand what revision means in the first place. 

According to Merriam Webster, revision is the study of information that was studied before. 

what I am trying to prove here? Unless you have looked through the notes, understood the concepts, and absorbed the information at least once, you are literally not in the place to revise. So, the most important tip to revise would be to STUDY THE INFORMATION FIRST. 


  • As I said before, lay down a groundwork well in advance. You can’t build a building without having a base ready. STUDY AT LEAST A MONTH IN ADVANCE. 
  • Make a revision plan AND STICK TO THE DAMN THING! 
  • This is in continuation to the second tip- Set reasonable targets. You cannot possibly do 3 chapters of biology, 2 of chemistry, and 3 of history in a day. If you can though, gimme your secrets lol. 
  • Again, a continuation of the second point, Set an exact time, place, subject, and chapters to revise.That will give you a direction to head in. 
  • Set up a study space. By this, I am not asking you to even have a desk. All you need is your textbooks, pens, something to write on, and a quiet space where people won’t disturb/distract you. 


  • Take breaks. I know, everybody says this but there’s a reason why they do. IT WORKS. Imagine if your body was forced to run for, say, 5 hours straight, without stopping. Not the most ideal scenario, eh? It’s the same with your brain. So, basically, take 5/10 minutes of break after every 30/60 minutes ( depending on how long your brain can focus for )
  • During said breaks, move around/ stretch/ do a short meditation/ drink some water/ make yourself a snack. Do NOT check your phone. You and I both know that a 5 minute Tumblr scroll ends up being a 2-hour session. So yeah, not a good idea.
  • Listen to video game music. You remember how you got so lost in focusing on your video game that you lost track of time? Yeah, that is because that music is designed in such a way that it helps the players retain focus. This is, however, very subjective and might not necessarily work for you. If that’s the case, classical music can be your saviour. or even no music at all
  • Read actively. So what you want to do instead of highlighting the entire textbook is to engage yourself with the material. Make questions for the paragraphs, write small notes in the margins/on post its, focus on how the small parts relate to the big picture aka the theme of the lesson/subject and so on. This will help you be focused for longer and retain what you’ve read. 


Now, you’re done with your revision at this point, so there are only a couple of things to do now. They include-

  • Stretch.
  • Hydrate.
  • Eat a snack.
  • Close your eyes and lie down for some time. 
  • Go for a walk in the park if you’re feeling like it. 
  • Sleep. 

This completes Part 1 of my masterpost. Part 2 will be coming out soon so look out for that! I actually enjoyed writing this so much that I am actually considering making more masterposts in the future! I had to read around so much for this and hence, came across so many interesting facts and ideas! It was FUNN! 

I hope this helped you. I KNOW you can revise/study well and be rewarded in your exams! Remember to have a positive attitude and know that marks are important but they’re not the only defining factor. You got this! 

Send me masterpost requests here

Much Love,

Hiteshi. xx



There is a special story starring Kojuro and Kenshin titled Adults Who Cannot Clean sold in Tenka’s Natsu Matsuri page, hahahahaha.

It’s hilarious.

So Kojuro was in Echigo for a comparative study of sorts. He asked random Echigo people about their life there and they all said glowing things about Kenshin. Kojuro was impressed.

Then someone bumped into him. He saw this beautiful person - he’s not sure if Kenshin is a man or woman because he is just so beautiful (AHAHHAHAH)

“I’m sorry, are you alright?”

“Yes, are you?”

“I’m… alright… Will you help me?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m being followed.”

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Unpredictable / Rick x Reader

Request: Is there any chance you could do an imagine where the reader is one of Negans wives and has a really obvious crush on Rick??

I changed it up a bit :)

Word count: 1003


Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

You were shocked when Negan offered to take you on a small trip to one of the communities he ‘looked over’. Negan never offered to take any of his wives outside of the gates although to be completely fair, you had been pestering him about going outside for a while now. He had finally given into your constant pleads.

“Stay by my side the entire time, one thing i’ve learnt is that the people here are extremely fucking unpredictable and plus i want to show off my wife” Negan told you with a smirk as his men walked into the gates of Alexandria for another unexpected visit

“Got it” you replied and took in the scenery. This place was much nicer than the sanctuary. They had proper houses, gardens and everyone seemed to look happy, that was until they saw the saviours. You wanted to look around, see the place at your own pace but you stayed by Negans side hoping that if you were good he’d bring you back again one day.

You watched as people scattered from the town, away from the saviours who took what they wanted from who they wanted. It was kind of sad really, but you couldn’t exactly stop them.

“Rick!” Negan boomed

When you saw Rick your mouth was practically agape. He was, well… yummy? You had to prevent yourself from drooling. Truthfully he was the complete opposite to how Negan had described him to you in the truck.

“You’re early… again” Rick spoke, hands on hips. He held a kind of dominance about him that you were already in love with.

“I missed you! And i wanted to show off my hot as fuck wife!” Negan said and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, something he did often.
Rick eyed you up and down for a moment and you practically melted under his gaze.

“We don’t have all of the supplies yet, but we can give you what we do have” Rick said and reached an arm up to rub the back of his neck. You noticed the way his arms flexed when he did that. Dirty thoughts filled your mind, thoughts that included you gripping his muscles roughly.

“Better be good enough Ricky, i want my girl to see just how great your people are” Negan was interrupted by one of the saviours calling out to him, something about a situation in the storage room.
He looked between You and Rick for a moment.

“Look after my wife while i sort this out. Maybe take her back to yours and have a coffee i don’t give a shit but if she gets hurt in any way it’s your son that’ll be meeting Lucille” You rolled your eyes at Negans threat just as he walked away. Lucky he didn’t see that.

Rick eyed you for a moment, almost skeptical. He was probably wondering why someone would be wearing a skin tight, black dress, heels and a full face of makeup during the apocalypse. Next he simply turned on his heels and began walking away, you followed hesitantly.
Before you knew it you were seated on a white barstool, sipping from your lemonade every now and then to fill the awkward silence that sat between you and Rick. He’d offered you coffee but you couldn’t resist the box of powdered lemonade sitting on the shelf, practically begging to be drunk.

“So… you and Negan, Were you married pre apocalypse?” Rick asked. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at his question

“No, we’ve only been 'married’ for about a year after Negan dragged me away from my group. Believe it or not i’m actually one of many wives” You replied.

“One of many? He has multiple wives?” Rick questioned

“Yup, every mans dream right?” you joked “if i could i’d leave him i would, maybe find a more… loyal man” You bit your lip and played with the straw in your lemonade.
You’d be kidding yourself if you said the sexual tension between you two was non existent.

“So you can’t just divorce him like a normal marriage?” he asked “i could easily offer you a place at Alexandria, you seem like a great person” Rick continued

“Oh believe me, Negan would probably Lucielle you even just bringing up the idea of moving out of the sanctuary. That is why he doesn’t need to know about this conversation” You flick Rick a wink and continue to play with your straw innocently

“Anything else your husband doesn’t have to know about?” Rick asked.
You noticed he’d moved a step closer and got out of the barstool you’d been sitting in

“Depends, what else would you like to keep between us?” You two were in extremely close proximity now, you could probably hear his heartbeat if you tried hard enough
Nothing else was said, you simply crashed your lips onto his deciding to make the first intimate move. You grabbed the front of his tee shirt pulling him closer and let out small, pleasured moan into Rick’s mouth.

“Negan can never know” You whispered as Ricks lips trailed down your neck sensually

“Never” he repeated as his hands ever so discreetly slipped up your body/
His hands were soft and warm, unlike Negans usual rough, cold ones.
You gasped and threw your head backwhen his hads began roaming your body freely.

“Woah Rick! You’re communitys really impressed me” Negans said suddenly, pulling both you and Rick out of your heated session.

You quicly fixed your shirt and Rick jumped to the other side of the counter, acting as if he’d been cleaning a glass or two.

“Thank you, we really went the extra mile this time to collect your supplies” Rick answered

He seemed more comfortable talking to Negan after your session, the fact that you gave him confidence made you smile.

“Looks like i’m all done here, i’ll be taking my girl and leaving now” Negan barked and threw an arm over your shoulder.

To any one else it looked like nothing had happened, but you and Rick new what had happened and it was for sure happening again.

Welcome to Solavellan Hell – an organized list

This is a recreation of the original “Welcome to Solavellan Hell” list started by @Solemis. I wanted to attempt organizing the list to make it more accessible, so we now have categories (listed according how blogs were recmdd). Not everyone tagged is listed. Some people just linked dumped and that’s cool but it’s a lot to shift through.

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I’ll Be There

Wanna One’s Bae Jinyoung X Reader [ fem ver ]

TW: mild violence, blood, explicit language

fluff ?? angst ?? maybe a bit of both

Word count: 4932

• vamp! au
• lately, trouble seems to be following you but so has been a mysterious hero
• he’s only there when you need him
• but now, you want him to be around you not just when he needs to save you

okay I have a confession, I, for one, love supernatural au so if anyone can link me great scenarios to read that be great
Never done a supernatural au even though I’m really interested in those lolololol but tysm @hamjji-kihyunnie , I’ll try my best :)

- admin L
PS: minhyun ver. coming soon ;)

It happened again.

You were attacked again.

And yet, you were saved by that same mysterious man again.

You fastened the double lock on your front door and sunk down, back leaning against the mahogany, knees pushed up to your chest. Your mind was clouded, thoughts fuzzy, everything felt like a jumbled mess.

What had happened? What happened to my life? Why is this happening to me, of all people?

It was the third attack of the month, over a span of three weeks. Two in the first week and the other one tonight. It confused you to no end. There was no logical explanation for it. At least nothing you could wrap your head around.

Your assailants weren’t human, but that wasn’t what surprised you. Heck, your best friends were supernatural too. One a werewolf and the other a banshee. Nowadays, supernatural creatures and humans coexisted. Of course, they faced many more threats but that didn’t stop them from heading out and making their mark. You weren’t one bit threatened by them, you were innocent, that aura radiated off you. You had done nothing wrong, nothing to harm them. The faces of those lower vampires who tried to kill you weren’t even familiar. Never had you seen them or anyone who looked remotely like them in your life. The more you pondered about it, the more illogical it began to seem.

“Sweetie?” Your mother’s voice snapped you out of your train of thought. “Come on. Go and shower and sleep, it’s so late,” she said. When she realised that your face was drained of colour and your lips trembling in fear, she panicked. “Did it happen again?” Her voice barely above a whisper.

You could only nod your head in reply.

Her warm arms embraced you and clutched you close to her chest. She rubbed your back before scanning you over for any injuries.

“I-I’m fine Mum. T-they…t-they couldn’t hurt me,” you stammered out and managed a weak smile.

Tears were brimming your mother’s eyes but she furiously brushed them away. “I won’t have this! I’m going to the authorities tomorrow!” She declared, fury evident in her tone. “Those creatures need to control themselves!”

You jumped in alarm and grabbed her wrist, pleading with her not to. “You can’t! Mum, please! Please don’t!”

She sighed and frowned. “And why not? Why can’t I report that these… creatures have been attacking my daughter!”

“Don’t you see? It’ll only make it worse! Once my name gets out, they will only know more about me! I-it’ll make it easier for them to find me! You know how they are,” you attempted to reason, begging your mother not to report anything.

She squeezed her eyes shut before opening them again and huffing. “I just don’t understand. You never get hurt. Not even the slightest scratch. You and I both know how they are….they could have killed you but they didn’t. Nothing ever touches you, not a strand of hair on your head is out of place. Do you know why?” She asked, appearing to be just as troubled as you were or if not, double.

You shook your head even though there was a reason.


The lie was effortless. There was no way your parents could know about your hero. They would flip. He had to be kept your little secret.

“Dear? Is everything okay? Oh! Y/N! You’re home,” your dad called and waved from his place halfway down the staircase. Your mother opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it when you shot her a pleading look. You swore not to let your dad know about the scuffles, there was no way to stop him from marching to the authorities or killing the vampires himself. You couldn’t let that happen. You couldn’t have him unlock his case of weapons.

“It’s fine. Everything is okay. Y/N is just going to shower and sleep. Let’s head upstairs.” Was what she said instead. You let out a sigh of relief when your dad bought the fib and headed back up the staircase. Your mother turned to you, rubbing her temples. “One more time, and I’m calling the police if there is even the tiniest scrape on your knee.”

However, you knew there would never be. He always showed up in the nick of time. He never showed his face. He got hurt while you didn’t. He didn’t need to.

“That’ll never happen. He will be there,” you murmured when your mum was already out of earshot.

Just who was he? 

You travelled back to that exact date and time when the first attempt occurred. It was a strange attempt, really.

You were walking home from running errands, checking your receipts and whatnot when you felt a gush of peculiarly cold wind. You brushed it off even though goosebumps arose on your skin.

It’s okay, Bora’s house is within running distance, you had told yourself. Your werewolf bestie was fiercely loyal and you were lucky to be so close to her and her family. They would stop at nothing to protect you. You had reassured yourself that you were safe, that you could run. Who would have wanted to attack you anyway? You were just an innocent face in the crowd.

As soon as you broke out of the busy shopping zone, it became clear that two lower vampires had begun following you. They shielded themselves as best as they could, from the sun and surveillance cameras dotted around the area but you could see them out of the corner of your eye. That was when you ran, legs carrying you as far as they could but you were no match for those that belonged to the supernatural. Their legs probably stretched double the length of your own, their speed possibly three times faster than yours. They were vampires, albeit low-class ones but possessed similar abilities nonetheless. You never wanted to encounter an imperial vampire.

One of them had caught up to you faster than the other, he had taken a swipe at you which you managed to dodge and he knocked your plastic bag of items out of your hands instead. The low growl he let out was unforgettable, it haunted your dreams.

You knew they were toying with you, just to see how long you would keep trying to escape. It was a common tactic adopted to intimidate opponents. They were holding back. If they really wanted you dead, one of them would have launched his fangs into you by now. Eventually, their patience ran thin. They dove at you, fangs flashing, claws gleaming in the sun. You could almost feel the slash on your arm when suddenly, an incredible force yanked them away. The blow was so strong, it tossed you to the side.

At least you had not gotten hurt.

You had watched carefully as a stranger, covered from head to toe, sparred it out with the aggressors. His face was shielded by a black cloth mask, the kind that was secured by loops over your ears.

Whoever he was, he was strong and he liked to showcase his strength. It seemed like fighting off two vampires was an everyday thing, like an easy task, like it was part of his homework. Once they had been subdued, he took a single, fleeting glance at you before speeding off. You had taken that opportunity to flee to Bora’s mansion.

Theories couldn’t leave you ever since then and you found yourself frequently laying in bed, captured in your own world. Tonight was one of those nights. You desperately wanted to know who your saviour was, especially since it kept happening multiple times. You also wanted to know who was behind all these strikes.

To summarise, you just craved for answers but it didn’t seem like you deserved any. 

The only time you were fully concentrated on the period’s class was when Jisoo decided she had enough of your bullshit and tugged your sketchbook out of your hands, causing a ton of markers to clatter to the ground. Red-faced, you apologised to the teacher as you picked up your stationery. You wondered why you actually carried all your Sharpies to school when you barely used them in class, they were a pain to pick up. Your head nearly bumped into your desk partner’s table leg.

How can I concentrate on school now? I must solve this mystery! I need to get to the bottom of this before it happens again! I can’t let this continue any longer.

The bell for lunch rang just as you finished retrieving all of your fancy calligraphy markers. Jisoo was kind enough to wait for you at the door before heading to the canteen. You two stopped by your lockers to drop off and collect class materials. Jisoo flipped through your notepad of sketches while you struggled to open your locker.

“I don’t get it,” she muttered, examining your drawings of whatever details you could recall. “Based on your descriptions, this dude would be left with a broken right arm and a twisted ankle. Right? This is so strange. It’s an abomination, really.”

“Says the supernatural banshee.” You rolled your eyes, finally getting your locker to cooperate with you. A bunch of curses fell from your mouth when multiple forces slammed into you all at once. That also caused things from your locker to fall out. “Hey! Can you watch it?” You yelled in annoyance, creasing your brow. Those girls had no reason to be in such a rush, and it wasn’t the girl who owned the neighbouring locker.

The locker a few doors from yours was swamped with ‘get well soon’ cards, gifts and balloons. Majority of those were from admirers and it appeared that another group of them was gathering outside the locker. Those girls quickly stuffed an unholy amount of gifts and cards through the small slot at the top. You weren’t even sure if the items could fit. The locker’s door was about to burst off its hinges, it was swollen like a balloon. Curiosity sparked within you, you wondered whose locker it was. Come to think of it, you had never actually seen who opened its doors.

“It’s the Wanna One’s sasaengs,” Jisoo spat. “They’re terribly irritating and behave preposterously. Believe me, Jaewhan told me all about them.”

Wanna One. The group consisted of eleven imperial supernatural boys. People hardly caught a glimpse of them but you would know if you did. They had such a strong and dominant aura emitting off them, people tended to veer away from them even though they weren’t particularly scary. Jisoo’s distant cousin belonged to those elites and though you had never met him, you knew about him from Jisoo’s constant rambling. She complained about how he always arrived home in a fancy car, driven by a man who looked to be in college. It must have been one of the college elitists.

The Wanna One members were very secretive, no one knew much about them. They were rich, handsome and of course, not human.

Jisoo grabbed your arm before you could reach the locker, she pulled you back. “Don’t. It’s better not to get involved with Wanna One,” she cautioned. Her words sank in and you nodded, but there was this mysterious pull that attracted you closer.

Rain began to fall the second you stepped out of the school gates. You groaned, wishing you had accepted Bora’s offer to catch a taxi together. She had persisted in persuading you, especially with all that had happened recently but you were adamant on walking. The only reason why she gave up was because she was already late for her chemistry tuition. As much as Jisoo would have loved to walk you home, she ended school a tiny bit later and you weren’t one to wait. Your assurance had been enough for both of them to get off your back for awhile. Truthfully, you were making a detour to the local library to find books about the supernatural. The internet was shady, you can never trust it. ( life advice from yours truly™ ). If you wanted answers, you were going to find them instead of waiting for them to come to you.

Thunder broke out across the sky which made you shiver even under the protection of your umbrella.

Why are you afraid? Your neck nearly got severed by a vampire’s claws and your jumping in fright because of thunder.

So far, no cold stares bore into you, no gust of cold winds had taken you by surprise. Then again, it was impossible to tell if anyone had been following you in this weather. Rain now pelted down heavily, a storm was rising. The winds seemed to be controlling your steps, in whichever direction they blew, you seemed to get swept along. Tears filled your eyes due to the dryness of the wind and by the time you had blinked them away, your path was unrecognisable.

You definitely didn’t belong on this side of town.

The library definitely did not belong here.

Startled, you ducked under what seemed to be a cafe’s awning for shelter. It was dark and dreary. Upon closer inspection, you realised it was actually a vampire exclusive cafe, as in, they only served blood. You stumbled away from it, the thought of the dark liquid making you feel uneasy. You didn’t plan to become a blood bag.

A few customers exiting the shop gave you sharp and curious stares but otherwise, ignored your presence. You didn’t resemble the supernatural kind at all. Naturally, you stuck out like a sore thumb in the village full of them.

People had warned you about this side of town and you had only been here once, accompanied by your banshee and werewolf. No one dared to even speak about your lack of supernatural genetics.

This instance was a totally different one.

It had become clear that you weren’t one of them. They stared you down, nearly pushed you into the rain and acted as if you weren’t there when you pleaded for directions. It was useless. The rain drowned out your yelps anyway. It wasn’t like anyone was going to care. You yelled at the rain, it was the sole reason you ended up here and also why your phone had no signal. All you could do was slump down at a corner next to the vampiric bar. You were a sitting duck, almost literally. A perfect pocket-sized snack for any hungry vamp. It irked you.

“You really shouldn’t be here,” a low voice tore through the rain before someone’s strangely cold hand enclosed your wrist and tugged you to stand. You couldn’t yank your arm out of their iron grip but stopped trying when you saw who it was.

It was him.

Tall, lanky but muscled at the same time. His small face was concealed by a huge black mask like it usually was but this time, he had pulled a black cap over his head, preventing you from getting a look at his hair. All you saw were a pair of cold yet good-natured eyes.

Eyes never lie, especially when it came to a supernatural being. Their eyes were a hard part to control.

“It’s you,” you breathed, not quite believing who it was. His eyes went larger when you actually gripped his stone cold hand tighter, he tried to escape but you weren’t having it. “Who are you? Why-why does it keep-”

He growled, a hand clamping over your mouth. “Listen,” he hissed. “if you want to live, I suggest you follow me without opening your mouth.”

In any other case, you would have defied his orders immediately.

Just who does he think he is? His voice is sexy though.

But this concerned your life. Whether you would make it to Harvard or not. If you would live to eat another ice cream. So, you gladly shut up and clung onto his hand. Shockingly, instead of feeling disgusted or vexed by the temperature or form of his hand, you found it oddly comforting. Bittersweet almost. It felt as if two jigsaw puzzles had been finally joined and fitted perfectly. You were on the brink of saying you enjoyed clutching his hand.

Though your heart threatened to burst free from your ribcage, you found it…calmer than before. It was like he was a suppressant, or better, a painkiller. ( quite literally ) It was as if he was a magnet and you were an iron block, he kept attracting you closer and closer until you both stuck. The space between the two of you closed until your elbows were practically brushing. The mysterious vampire lead you through a series of complicated roads and past damp alleys. At last, he finally reached a place you recognised.

Slowly, he started to untangle his hand from yours, reluctantly, if you were bold enough to say so. In the process, the sleeve of his dark button-down hitched up to reveal a black inked 'W1’ on his wrist. You pretended not to notice.

“Will I see you again?” you asked meekly, half afraid of his response.

He shrugged uncertainly but you were sure that you would.

“Thank you…I’m thankful you got me out of there. I guess I stick out like a sore thumb.”

An eyebrow was raised in amusement, basically a sarcastic 'yes, of course’. He still wasn’t going to talk.

“What’s your name?” You prodded, desperate for at least that. His hand clasped a few strands of stray hair, he tucked it behind your ear and seemed to be deep in thought. You began to ready your umbrella, stepping out from the sheltered pavement into the drizzle.

He isn’t going to answer….

Still, you spun around and shot him a sad smile, hoping against hope for a name. A word fell from his lips, you barely caught it but you were glad you did.


The thin day curtains that adorned your bedroom window fluttered in the wind, the window wide open.

Fatigue overcame your figure and you lay in bed, still in your school uniform, eyelids half closed. Brain still active with non-academic related thoughts

It had been two weeks since you last saw JY.( p ) No vampire had come to flip your life upside down after that, much to you and your family’s relief. The entire fiasco had been well banished to the back of your head. You had other and better things to concentrate on for now. Midterms were up and coming, fast. There were late nights spent studying in the school library, taking shady lanes back home but nothing happened. All was eerily still, too quiet like someone had put your life on mute.

A part of you was grateful. A part of you was paranoid. It was tough trying to psych yourself into believing you would be left alone. Somewhere in your mind, you knew you would never be sound after those incidents. It was only recently that you were partially convinced all was going well.

That is until you heard some sort of commotion happening in your parent’s room. A vase was tossed across the room and it smashed with a loud clatter. You weren’t given a chance to react before the door of to your bedroom was flung open, jolting you out of whatever dreamland you were in.

A scream tore out of your throat before you could stop it. Suddenly, a sharp force jerked your shoulder and you felt a spiny pain shoot through your shoulder. Yet, another burst of an unfamiliar energy shot through you. Your supernatural assailant gasped, face paling but you weren’t sure why.

But you could feel why.

Strength had been lent to your arms, it wasn’t natural, it certainly wasn’t human. Even though most of the drug was already pumping in your bloodstream, you ripped the syringe out of your shoulder and stabbed it into the bulging neck vein of one of the vampires. It shocked you how easily you had done so.

This isn’t me…..It can’t be.

The lower vampire melted to the ground, overpowered by the strong drug. You too could feel it settling in. It made you woozy, vision blurring, hands trembling. If it knocked a supernatural out cold, what more a mere human? Your head hit the edge of your mattress the second the splitting sound of glass shattering filled the atmosphere. A darkly clothed figure leapt through your window, growling at the other vampire.

He wasn’t human.

The red orbs you assumed were his eyes glowed a deep blood red held an angered tempest beneath them, the innocence and warmth you witnessed gone. The sharpest edge of his gleaming fangs reflected the moonlight of them, highlighting their ability to cut throats ten times more.

There was nothing you could do, the drug had taken effect but you already knew that JY had come for you. 

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You groaned a plea for that irritating sound to cut off. All you had on your mind was sleep, sleep and more sleep. Why were you even so exhausted? There was no answer.

It was only when you forced your eyelids to flutter open, only to be greeted by a blinding light.

“What? What?” You muttered, annoyed.

Numerous gasps broke out and there was a scramble to rush to your bedside. Your parent’s and best friend’s worried faces filled your vision. Then, realisation sank in and they burst out of the room yelling for a nurse. You heard the telltale pit-pats of their feet thudding down the hallway and smiled in amusement.

The hospital.

Heart monitor.

Fluid bag.

The smell of disinfectant.

It added up but didn’t at the same time. You were confused as to why you were here. However, your visitors arrived sooner than your answers. A doctor rushing behind.

She smiled at you. “Hello, Y/N. How do you feel?”

You sipped from a cup of water before replying, “I’ve been better.”

She chuckled and flipped a few pages of paper on her clipboard before briefly explaining the incident.

Whatever the doctor said, you couldn’t comprehend. She exited the room soon after to allow you to rest and your parents followed suit, shooting question after question.

“Where is he?” You fired at your friends, tone pleading and desperate.

“He said that he would be here,” Bora blabbered out. She leaned forward to stroke your head, smiling sympathetically. “Whatever happened must have been traumatic.”

Jisoo snickered and sighed. “Of course. It won’t happen again. We will and… he will definitely make sure of it.” Her hands ran along the edges of your bed, as if afraid to touch you, as if you would break into fragments should her hands brush your skin.

Your hand seized her own, you pulled your best friends in for a silent embrace.  "I’m glad to be back.”

Bae Jinyoung had no idea why he had lied to himself, yet, at the same time, he didn’t know why he was so bothered by it. He cared enough about you to dress up, drink a couple of potions to reduce sun damage and get his chauffeur to drive him to the hospital. That was how much he cared. Jinyoung shielded his face as he entered and explored the hospital’s walls. He already knew which ward you occupied, your scent oozed out too strongly from him to miss it. He would never miss it, he craved it, he was intoxicated by it. To some, this behaviour was strange or worse, psychotic but to him, it was only the nature of how things worked. 

Jinyoung was a young vampire, - only a 118 - so it was surprising how quickly he had found his eternal love, his soulmate. He caught sight of you in calculus class and nearly fainted on the spot, you were that desirable. Unfortunately, his family was facing difficult times and only creating more enemies than friends. He couldn’t endanger you like that and swore to keep his distance until the spitfire cooled down. As much as he tried to rein in his instincts, there was no holding back when he felt your panic and fear rise. He ran without hesitation. Guanlin joked if he ran like that for his physical test, he would have actually scored an A and not cried about his B+ for two days straight.

To him, you were his everything. He just wanted to keep you out of harm’s way. Jinyoung struggled to keep his fangs at bay whenever he was around you, thus, he delayed his visit as much as possible, wanting your true first impression of him to be a positive one. Not some intimidating, blood-thirsty, imperial vampire. Luckily for him, you were well into your slumber when he entered the room. It was a rare opening where the room was free of your friends or parents presence. Jinyoung had met them before and explained the situation. He remembered the hotness of his face when your mother cried of happiness into his shoulder. 

Your friends didn’t hold back on greetings either, they enveloped him in bone-crushing hugs thanks to Bora’s superior strength. He smiled fondly at that memory.

Baejin felt his instincts acting up again, being in such close proximity to you affected him beyond his control. He had to leave to find a plasma fruit juice box.

You were awake when he returned. For the first time in his teenaged life, Jinyoung was fretful.

Get it together, Bae Jinyoung! Yah! Don’t you want to impress her.

He tried to seem nonchalant about it, lounging in the awkwardly small visitor’s chair and sipping from his plasma juice box. He cleared his throat before starting. “Hello, my name is Bae Jinyoung,” he introduced, changing the way his legs were crossed and switching the hand holding his juice box.

You were silent and it frightened him. “I know who you are,” you finally echoed. “You’re Jinyoung. My JY.”

His heart skipped several beats when you said that. For once, he wanted a label, he wanted the title ’in a relationship’. He wanted to be yours. A little boy grin graced his gorgeous face, he also couldn’t stop the tiny chuckles from escaping his lips.

“You… aren’t human,” you pointed out, or rather, sought confirmation.

Jinyoung nodded, he wasn’t ashamed of what he was. “Yes, of course.” He supposed it was obvious regardless if he tried to hide it. His hands reacted on their own, self-consciously covering his mouth. It was a bad habit he couldn’t break after facing backlash for what he was. No matter how much he grew, he was scarred forever.

Since he was sitting so close to your hospital bed, you reached as far as your drip tubes would allow you too and lifted his drooping head. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not. You’re too handsome to be human anyway.” You felt like slapping yourself after that, face turning red. “Uh, I mean it in a good way.”

Goodness! You probably offended him big time. Well done, Y/N. Don’t you think you deserve a Grammy?

Instead of recoiling in disgust, Jinyoung entwined your hand with his own. His grip on yours tightened, afraid of your reaction after you came to know. “Y/N, I’m sure you have questions and there are some things you deserve to know.”

Jinyoung spent the next hour or two explaining things in detail, answering your questions if you had any. Through that hour, you emotions were a jumbled mess. It was such a roller coaster that Jinyoung couldn’t even place his finger on one emotion at a time.

“Wait? So you can drink from me? Like right now?” You asked out of curiosity. “Tell me if I taste good.”

Jinyoung chuckled and shook his head, grinning. “No, you’re still recovering. I would only drain you as I’m not good at controlling myself…around you. I’m sure you’ll taste wonderful, full offence but you smell very… delightful,” he confessed and internally cringed.

Such romantic!

“Do you travel really fast everywhere?”

“Only if it’s an emergency.” He furrowed his thick brows. “Why?”

A smug grin was slapped on your face. “Hmm, so I matter to you?”

Jinyoung has no shame when it comes to professing his love for you. “Of course.”

You didn’t know what urged you or how it happened but the next second, you found yourself pressing your lips on his. Sparks ignited and danced over your skin, his touch made your skin burn in the best way.

Jinyoung nipped at your bottom lip and prayed his fangs didn’t affect you. He hoped how apparent his differences were didn’t affect your opinion of him. He would hate for things to end before they even started. He pulled away when your heart monitor began whirring to life, bleating uncontrollably. Baejin chortled at your bright red face and awed at your adorable whines.

A sense of déjà vu washed over you when he tucked a lock of hair back in its place. The instances the same action appeared in were very different.

“I dreamed of you, is that why you ran to me?” you said. Your lips felt swollen from all the kissing but now, you yearned for more.

Jinyoung hummed in reply, resting his head on in his hands, elbows digging into the bed’s mattress. He smiled cheekily, flashing trophy worthy fangs. “If you call me, I’ll be there.”

“Wait, I don’t even have your number. Give it to me." 

so basically, at the last attack scene, Baejin knew he wasn’t going to arrive on time so he leant her his strength through the soulmate bond thing…hope that clarifies some things 

anonymous asked:

let’s keep going for a long time i only have’re more than a close friend you’re my saviour you’re really precious to me and i want to be with you even when we’re grandfathers... you thought i wouldn’t know? how can i not know you ...i love you the most... im always supporting you and no matter what i say, i really treasure you....i just want him to be happy always

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts about American Heart by Laura Moriarty?

So, this is the first I have heard about this book atrocity, and I honestly don’t even know what to say. This is up there with the ‘what if slavery wasn’t abolished in America’ show for worst way to entertain the white masses in the most offensive way possible in 2017. I mean, the premise is “Imagine a United States in which registries and detainment camps for Muslim-Americans are a reality.” Who exactly thought this was a good idea? Laura, in case no one has told you this yet, I’m going to have to break it to you: you’d better step right the fuck back in line because right now, the line is on one planet, and you’re on a whole other one across the fucking Milky Way. 

But expletives aside, this really isn’t some fun fantasy you can write about, some ~edgy~ political piece to get white people to think about which direction they pitched their country in when they elected the annoying orange for president. Listen Laura, as a Muslim, I can assure you that I don’t want your white saviour story, especially not at the expense of an entire group of people that you’re throwing into a very real, terrifying scenario just so you can swoop in and save the day. I don’t want to read about Sarah-May having her “perceptions of right and wrong” challenged. I don’t want to read about or hear about your white-centric story written for white people to get those warm and fuzzy feelings to feed into their white saviour complexes. 

Every penny you will make off this story makes me sick. Maybe, if you’re so concerned about the future of Muslims, you would do well to sit the fuck back in your assigned seat and let them take the stage. 

And those, anon, are my thoughts on American Heart by Laura Moriarty. 


*Requested*  Imagine convincing Alaric, who you don’t know, to pretend to be your boyfriend when this guy won’t stop looking at you strangely. The guy leaves and you thank Alaric, you leaving a few minutes later, but the guy, who is a vampire, is waiting for you and attacks you and Alaric comes out and defends you. When the vamp is gone he asks you out and you say yes, kissing his cheek and thanking him again.

(Finally another one for all the Alaric girls and guys out there. I hope you enjoy! Happy reading my lovelies)

Characters: Alaric x Reader, random vampire

Story Title: “History and Bourbon”

Word count: 1226

Your name: submit What is this?

A pair of eyes stare into your backside, not looking away once. You are currently at the Grill and this creepy stranger, who looks like he has camped out in the Woods for quite some time, keeps staring at you. You don’t know if he’s a vampire eying his prey -which wouldn’t be surprising in your hometown Mystic Falls- or just a creeper who loves to make people uncomfortable. Either way, it does not look like he is leaving anytime soon, so you have to think of something because it is getting pretty late and you would be an easy target if the guy follows you outside.

You look around the Grill in desperate need of finding something or someone to help you get out of here safely. Then suddenly, the ringing sound of the doorbell catches your attention. In walks a guy with dirty blonde hair carrying a fairly big bag. It looks like he is walking towards your direction.  Maybe he could help you get out of here? He certainly looks strong enough to kick the creepers ass.  

On second thought maybe not. This is Mystic Falls after all.  There are vampires lurking around everywhere. Maybe it is best to play on the safe side and verbally ask the new guy to help you. But how could you ask him? This is not something you ever asked someone, at least not in this setting. And what would you say anyway?

Well, there’s no more time to contemplate anymore because the guy almost reached the bar.  Here it goes…

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Richard: “If you and your people want to move against The Saviours, you need to do it soon and you need The Kingdom.  What we have to do requires sacrifice one way or another. Guys like us have already lost so much.“

Daryl "You don’t know me.”

Richard: “I know, that Carol, living on her own like that, she might as well be dead right now.“

Daryl: "She gets hurt, she dies, if she catches a fever, if she gets taken out by a walker, she gets hit by lightning, anything, if anything happens to her, I’ll kill you.”

Can we appreciate the fact this conversation is basically a continuation of his conversation with Richard? 

Morgan: You’re the same as me Daryl.

Daryl: You don’t know shit about me.

Morgan: No, I DO, ‘cause you didn’t tell Carol what happened. You didn’t. ’ Cause, she’d be here otherwise. I’m glad for that. See, we’re ALL holding on to something.

Richard assumed Daryl was “just like him” and that there was nothing more important than killing all the Saviors but he didn’t know Daryl had someone like he has Carol. Richard also said Carol was as good as dead because she was her own but Daryl snapped and then defended Carol of course cause she is not dead and she shouldn’t be. She is not on her own, she has him,always, and nothing is more important than her safety for Daryl. Later when Morgan says Carol is the thing that he needs to keep holding on to Daryl doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t snap at Morgan after that. He knows he is right.

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 24

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When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 24

It was a warm evening, and the last of the sun’s few rays danced across the parking lot, where the fences filled with walkers, shimmered in the late-summer haze.

Negan tugged Blake out here by the hand, dragging her over towards the high chain link fences, where several men in dirty clothes wrangled the dead, trying to goad them, as best they could, into position, while the blonde figure of Dwight stood by the gate watching them.

He glanced up as Negan and Blake approached.

Blake’s heart pounded.

Negan hadn’t stopped since they had left his hallway, coming all the way out here, never halting, not uttered a word to her. She could tell he was seething. But was he angry enough to feed her to the walkers up ahead?

She gave a worried frown suddenly tugging at his arm once again.

“Stop!” she uttered demandingly, in a loud, yelling voice of utter frustration, pulling her hand quickly away from his. “Stop

Negan suddenly paused on the dusty asphalt, and rounded on her, his already dark eyes blackening.

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Part 1-

The ringing in your ears was loud. You don’t know if was because of the scream Sasha let out next to you or the fact your thoughts were screaming so loud for you to do something that you couldn’t process it but all the thoughts stop when you look over to Daryl. You knew that look, after being with him for the past two years you had only seen it a hand full of times but you knew it. 

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All is Well, All is Done.

Prompt: Teddy got into a fight with Harry while it might be his last day.

“You what?!” Harry explodes inside McGonagall office. He was just finishing dinner inside his house when Minerva urgently firecalls him, so that he immediately get to Hogwarts. He was summoned only to find that apparently Teddy is in a big trouble. Minerva personally glares at Teddy and asks him to explain himself to Harry.

“I curse one of my classmates.” Teddy said quietly.

“You curse someone, as in using the curse spell, or you curse someone, as in using the dirty words?” Apparently Harry’s brain can’t digest this small piece of information because right now Minerva is glaring at the both of them. Teddy is currently looking like a kicked puppy.

“I curse someone as in using three curse spells.” Teddy knows not to evoke Harry’s anger with smartarse comment.

“Three almost lethal curse spell, Mr. Lupin.” McGonagall reprimands Teddy in a very scary voice. Harry sighs before putting off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes shuts tightly.

“And why exactly did you do something like that?” Harry asks before witnessing Teddy’s posture becomes rigid, his eyes only show anger.

“He mocks me.” Teddy answers curtly which only makes Harry’s anger implodes.

“Teddy, you can’t go around cursing people that mocks you! What are you? Five years old? You don’t throw a tantrum in a form of a curse, Teddy Lupin! What- Are you-” Harry takes a very deep breath because it seems like the words have vanished from his brain “Did I fail completely on teaching you about magic?”

“I’m sorry; can we please just forget this? I was wrong, and I am sorry; I won’t do that again. Please?” Teddy begs, but it only makes Harry looks constipated.

“No, Teddy, we certainly can’t just forget whatever this is! You don’t walk around cursing people as you wish, not mild curses, and certainly not lethal curses. What were you thinking?!” Teddy laughs bitterly at that. “Teddy, the person you curse today could have died! Believe me, you don’t want that on your conscience.”

“I am sorry, okay? Professor, I am sorry for causing this unnecessary problem. I am sorry that Harry has to dash here in an instance, I’m sorry that I have casted three lethal curses on someone who apparently thinks that Harry Potter is an obnoxious fame whore. I should have let it slide that he said Harry sodding Potter is a moron who has a hero complex, or that it is good those lot of Order of whatsoever bird were currently buried six feet under ground, or that people should understand that Harry bloody Potter was hanging on a sheer dumb luck while defeating the Dark Lord and those buried so called heroes corpses were the concrete prove of that! I am truly sorry; I should have hexed him into oblivion instead of casting lethal curses.” Both adults in the room are stunned with shock. With that, Teddy excuses himself from McGonagall’s room, but Harry forbids him.

“Teddy, you’re doing something very rude, right now.” His voice is somehow choked in his throat.

“You know what, Harry? I don’t care that I’m doing something rude right now. You need to remember that you are not my father, so stop trying to be one!” Teddy says with fierce strides to where Harry is standing, challenging the green orbs with his own brown eyes. “And for the record? Yes, you did fail to teach me.” He spits the words out of his mouth, Teddy knows how untrue his words are, how meaningless, and how he only said it because he is very angry right now. Teddy knows how guilty he will be later, but for now he’ll say whatever crosses his mind. Later turns out to be sooner, much sooner. The sheer pain in Harry’s eyes is so strong, it almost knocks Teddy to his knees, begging for forgiveness, but the things that happens next is worse, far worse.

Harry’s feet take an unconscious step back as he lets Teddy’s words fog his mind like a plague. He fails. He’s not enough. He takes another step back as he feels the bile rise in his throat. The next thing he knows, he is vomiting on McGonagall’s expensive rug, but more importantly he’s vomiting blood. The last thing he hears is McGonagall’s panic voice, calling his name. Teddy is frozen on his feet as he stares at the amount of blood coming from Harry’s –everywhere– ear, eyes, nose, but especially his mouth. Harry is vomiting –no, oozing blood everywhere, and Teddy is frozen, staring like an idiot while McGonagall’s panic voice fills the room.

“Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter!” McGonagall’s voice brings him back from his stupor. “Merlin! Harry, hang in there, dear boy, hang in there. Mr. Lupin, I’m guessing you’re already capable to Apparate?” McGonagall’s voice can only means business.

“Yes, Professor.”

“Go outside, Apparate to St. Mungo at once, alert them I’m coming with Harry. I need to alert other people first.”

“With all due respect Professor, but there’s no time. I’ll Apparate the both of us to St. Mungo, you can alert other people.” Teddy says with every ounce of patience in his being.

“Alright then, go, now!” With that, Teddy levitates Harry’s unconscious body in a hurry and brings him outside, before he knows it, he already arrived inside St. Mungo. He immediately runs to the counter.

“Help me, please.”

“What’s the patient name?” The girl asks too cheerily.

“Are you blind? He’s Harry fucking Potter, and he needs help. So, if you want your bloody saviour to survive, I suggest you to fetch him a healer, now.” The girl gasps at Teddy’s obvious irritation.

“Go to the fifth floor, there should be someone already waiting for you. Please come back here later to finish all the documents.” Teddy ignores the necessities and goes straight to the elevator. When the elevator door opens, people are already buzzing, ready to take Harry’s unconscious, floating body.

“Please tell me you can save him.” He asks vulnerably to the kind face woman that takes Harry to a room. She smiles at him.

“Don’t worry, he’s the best we have. If anyone can save Harry Potter, it’s him.” They finally get settled inside a room. Harry is free of blood for the moment, but Teddy can see some red liquid is already oozing from his nose again. His face is strikingly pale; the same goes to Teddy’s face from everyone’s point of view. Teddy is currently in a weird haze right now, his mind is screaming in fear, but his face only shows a mask of calculated look with pale skin. He most probably will faint out of fear or a heart attack as his heart is stubbornly beating a tattoo on his chest.

“Good evening, what do we have here?” A voice startles him as he doesn’t hear the door opens. Teddy’s shock only grows bigger when he sees who is speaking.

“Cousin.” He says quietly. Draco Malfoy is looking at the paper in his hand when he slowly looks at someone who is currently speaking. His grey eyes are suddenly flitted with so many emotions –recognition, shock, confusion, realization, fear, and finally settle in panic.

“Teddy…” he answers as quiet, but his eyes dart in panic at the person on the hospital bed, before striding and start poking at Harry’s unconscious body. In ten seconds –Teddy counts- Draco is successfully putting his professional mask. His eyes are dark, calculating. His face doesn’t show any vulnerability. His voice doesn’t even wobble. Teddy doesn’t get fooled though; he knows how scared Draco is right now. “What happened to him?” At that question, Teddy falters. He cannot conjure a full sentence. “Be strong, Teddy, I need your help. Help me, Teddy.” Draco shows his weakness as the last word cracks on his throat. Teddy takes a deep breath before explaining.

“He was needed at school just 10 minutes ago. One second he was fine, the next he was stepping back and suddenly vomiting on the floor. The only thing that came out is blood. He was oozing blood.” Teddy feels quite proud that he can bring himself almost to the professional mask Draco is putting.

“What do you mean by oozing blood?” Draco is now pointing his wand at Harry’s body. The tip changes colour from blue to purple to red.

“I mean the blood came out from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. It was scary.”

“Hm, I can imagine.” He says coldly.

“Can you help him, Cousin? Will you?” Teddy’s voice finally crumbles. Draco looks at him sharply.

“I will do whatever I can to help him, Teddy. We both won’t lose him, not like this, not today.” Teddy nods gratefully then slips out of the room.


Teddy waits in front of the room, trusting Harry’s life in Draco’s hand. Some people will definitely say it’s stupid, giving Harry Potter’s life in a silver plate to a Death Eater. Teddy believes in good, the perks of growing up with Harry Potter as a role model, he believes that Draco Malfoy is the best healer St. Mungo has, and if anyone can save his Godfather, it’s Draco Malfoy, but Teddy also knows that the last thing he had said to his God father could be that he had failed on growing Teddy to be the best version he can be. A few moments later, Draco comes out from the room.

“How is he?” Draco looks weary.

“Should be good now that he has stabilized.” Teddy feels something so strong knocks his chest that he falls to his feet. He sits on the floor with his back on the wall.

“Thank Merlin, for one moment I thought he was gonna die.”

“Not on my watch, kiddo.” Draco says and sits beside Teddy. Only then Teddy lets his emotions consume his entire being. Only then Teddy lets himself cry. “Hey, shh, it’s okay, he’s okay. It was some kind of poison, lethal enough to kill, not too strong so the person will die slowly. I was able to get most of it out of his system, and his immune system should be able to fight the leftovers.”

“We were fighting, Draco, and right before he started vomiting blood, I had said some horrible things. I thought I lost him. I thought the last thing he would hear from me before he die was those mean things. I am a horrible person.” A sob rips from Teddy’s throat. Draco puts his arm around the smaller boy’s shoulder and tries to soothe him.

“What were you fighting over? Why was he needed in Hogwarts?”

“I cursed someone today. He said some mean things about Harry and you all. I just couldn’t take it. The curses were drawn from my wand before I could think of what I should do. Harry didn’t know the reasons. He got very mad, and I got very embarrassed that I didn’t want him to know. And then I got mad which made everything worse… Oh my God, Draco, I told him that he’s not my father. I told him to stop acting like one. I told him that he failed on being a role model. Draco, it was so horrible. Why did I say such things?!”

“Because you’re an angry fifteen years old, Teddy. Harry said some pretty mean things too when he was fifteen. Oh, he was so full of anger on his fifth year. I, too, did cruel things when I was fifteen. The point is it’s a common knowledge that fifteen years old teenagers are just full of pent up anger that mistakes are bound to happen. Be strong, Teddy. Don’t walk around with curse on the tip of your tongue. Don’t make a mistake I made. Be strong as Harry when he was fifteen.”

“What if he doesn’t forgive me? I saw how hurt he was over my words, Draco. It feels like his world is crumbling down just from a mere lie from an angry fifteen years old.”

“That is because he loves you too much. Apologize, Teddy, he will forgive you, unless we’re talking about a different Harry here.” That actually brings a smile toward Teddy’s face. Draco grins at him before getting up to leave. “Go in there, he’ll probably wake up in a few minutes.”


Teddy was holding Harry’s hand in a tight grip when Harry finally moans as he wakes up. His eyelash flutters as he struggles to open his eyes. After a few minutes his eyes fixes on Teddy.

“Teddy?” his voice is weak. Teddy smiles weakly.

“Hey, Harry.” He says softly before tightening his grip on Harry’s hands. “There are many people asking for you outside. You made them quite worry.” Harry seems to have remembered their last conversation because he cannot look Teddy right in the eye. “I have made a lot of mistake, Harry. None of them compared to how guilty I feel right now. I am sorry. I am very sorry; yes you’re not my dad, Harry. You’re the person who makes sure I have food on my stomach everyday and I have roof above my head since I can remember. I hate myself for saying any of that. Please act like you’re my dad. Without you, I won’t even understand half of the things that are going around in this world. No, Harry, you did not fail on being my role model. You’re the only person I have idolized for as long as I can even think. Forgive me. I have no idea that it would hurt you that much, I thought I would lose you, please that can’t be the last thing you heard from me. I’m sorry I cursed that boy, I just got so mad that he insulted you. I love you, I’m sorry.” Teddy is now clutching at Harry’s hospital gown while crying openly on the hand he clasps between his palms. Harry’s free hand stroke Teddy’s blue hair softly while shushing the crying boy.

“It’s okay, Teddy. Hey, it’s alright yeah, don’t worry, I forgive you. And I’m not leaving, I’m not going anywhere. I love you too, please don’t cry, it’s okay, I’m okay…” Once they are calm enough, Draco makes his entrance. Teddy’s hair turns strikingly blond in a second.

“Hello again, Teddy, all’s well?” Teddy nods happily. “Good. How are you feeling, Potter?” Teddy only rolls his eyes, it’s their little secret that his cousin once removed is bloody infatuated with his Godfather.

“Quite good, yeah. You’re the one in charge for me, Malfoy?”

“Oh stop with the awkward politeness. Just an hour ago, you almost popped your eyes in panic seeing his unconscious state, Cousin. And yes, Harry, he’s the one that just save your life. All life debts are paid. You’ve grown up since seven years of petty animosity, yes? All is well, all is done, now he likes you, you like him, please get this simply done and make out. I’m tired of hearing you both whining about each other.” Draco’s eyes widens comically, while Harry splutters the water he’s drinking. “Don’t forget there are others that want to know your condition, Harry. Cousin, use protection.” Teddy winks, smiles widely, and then goes outside happily. All is well. All is done.

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 38 - Flirting against a wall

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 38 - Flirting against a wall

Blake pursed her lips together, her arms folded across herself irritably, as the truck hurtled down the dusty dirt back road.

Normally she would have enjoyed being out of the Sanctuary, staring out at the open road stretching for miles and miles ahead of them…

But what should have been a normal journey, was, instead, full of annoyance for Blake.

Mainly due to the tanned hand that had been sitting on top of her knee for almost the entire journey.

Arat was driving in the seat just to Blake’s left, but of course, Negan who had ushered Blake into the cab ahead of him, about thirty minutes ago, was now sat close to her other side, his hand placed up her leg possessively, and his other elbow leant lazily against the open window on his right.

Negan had touched her with more purpose than this before, that was certain, but it was the fact that he was being so blatant in front of Arat, and the other men sat in the back of the truck, that really put Blake on edge.

She had tried to shove his hand away from her, several times now, but Negan had just wordlessly grinned, smugly replacing his hand where it had been each time…inching ever-higher on her thigh, every time he did so.

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A knock jolts you awake. When had you fallen asleep? You’re still lying on your side with the throw over your shoulders, but the room is silent. You look over your shoulder with half-open eyes; Negan’s not on the bed, or anywhere else in the room. Turning your head back, you see the bathroom door is open, with no sounds coming from it. You’re alone.

There’s another knock on the door.

You push yourself up, grunting at the effort it took. You still had 2 months to go, but the baby weight was starting to take its toll on you. “Who is it?” you ask, not wanting to let just anyone into Negan’s rooms.


You look at the closed door, then sigh. “Come in.”

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