seeking his comfort

Animal Instinct

Sirius x Reader for Anon!!!  My first imagine in months, enjoy! 💕

Request: Can you write a Sirius x reader where she always comforts everyone in her animagus form (cat) and only the marauders know it’s her, and once she’s sad and Sirius cuddles w her as Padfoot? I really like this idea, hope you do as well :)

Originally posted by millyboo16

The night had taken its toll, and Y/N was prepared for the worst as she waited anxiously for the four marauders to return.  She sat upright and still, her hind legs tucked into her soft fur, with her big yellow eyes fixed on the portrait hole.  Her tail skirted side-to-side with anticipation when, at last, four boys stumbled through.

Finally, she thought with relief as she got to her feet and padded over to them quizzically.  Remus leaned on Sirius and James for support, his knees weak, but as Y/N’s keen eyes scanned him over, she noted he didn’t look all too bad this time, save for a few deep scratches along his arms.

“Good evening, Y/N,” James smiled, his eyes tired.

“Nothing too bad tonight, love,” Sirius cooed to the small tabby, patting her delicately on the head between her attentive ears.  She shook him off and mewed at Remus, rubbing against his leg. The exhausted boy had a hint of a smile.

“Thanks for being here, Y/N.”

As the boys helped Remus upstairs, Y/N pranced eagerly after them, settling onto Remus’s bed where they lowered him next to her.  A warm, purring ball of orange fur, Y/N situated herself in Remus’s lap.  She nudged her head into his chest, seeking to comfort the boy after his monthly ordeal.

Remus was thankful for the distraction of her soft fur as Sirius dragged a wet rag across his cuts.  He winced and gripped Y/N’s fur as she nuzzled into him, purring and mewling softly to shift his focus away from the pain.

Once his wounds were cleaned and properly dressed, Remus let out a low, long sigh and leaned back into his pillows.  Y/N watched him with curious eyes.

“He’s alright, Y/N, don’t worry,” Sirius smiled and reached to smooth his hand over her ears once more.  This time, Y/N leaned and nudged into his touch.  Her little heart fluttered.

Remus had fallen fast asleep.

“Thank you for being here for him, Y/N,” James whispered, covering the sleeping boy with his blanket.  “I think it really comforts him…you’re like one of those therapy pets.”

He chuckled and Y/N nodded her head once in understanding.  She was eager at the opportunity to help ease her good friend’s pain.  She’d do so for any of these boys in a heartbeat.

As Sirius lay in bed, he bit down on his lip and groaned softly.  Y/N’s ears perked up and she immediately jumped up next to him, searching with her round eyes and sensitive nose for any injury. She nudged his side and looked up at him sternly.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry,” he brushed off, scratching behind her ear. Y/N hissed softly and nipped at his hand, pawing at the material of his shirt stubbornly.  Sirius sighed and lifted his shirt to reveal quite an angry bite mark.  Y/N nearly glared at the wounded boy.

“What?  Don’t give me that look,” he rolled his eyes, his cheeks flushed slightly.  “I can take care of it m’self.”

Y/N tutted and inspected his wound.  Without hesitation, she stuck her tongue out and began running it over the bite. Sirius hissed.

“Oi!  What’s that going to-?” before his eyes, his wound was disappearing with every stroke of the tabby’s tongue.  He blinked and soon enough, the wound was nothing more than a memory.  Y/N sat on her hind legs triumphantly.

“…I guess it comes in handy that you paid attention during the unit about healing,” he chuckled and Y/N’s tail swayed side-to-side with pride.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he murmured with a small, signature smirk as he playfully twirled her tail around in his hand.  She nipped at his hand in mock annoyance, but had she not been in her animagus form, Y/N would have been blushing fervently.

“You can stay here y’know,” Sirius said after settling under the covers. “Take a little cat nap.”

He smirked at Y/N, who practically rolled her eyes.  Despite the fact that he was her good friend, Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest with the knowledge that Sirius Black wanted her to stay the night. Unsurely, she looked around for a suitable place to curl up.  

Sirius wiggled his foot under the covers, indicating a cozy spot, and Y/N’s pupils instinctively constricted as she struck out with her paw and pounced on his foot.  

Sirius barked out a laugh.

“Animal instincts kicking in, eh?”  Y/N released his foot and looked away, embarrassed.  “Come on up here, Y/N, I won’t bite if you won’t.”

Sirius patted a spot on the bed beside him, and Y/N’s ears perked with hope. She carefully stepped next to him and sunk into the softness of his comforter, letting out a great big yawn. Sirius chuckled and scratched between her ears.  Y/N sighed and nuzzled into the feeling, letting her wary feelings subside as the two drifted into sleep.

Y/N woke to the sound of soft snores against her ear.  She smiled to herself let out a long, luxuriously yawn, stretching her hands out. Wait…

Hands?  Her eyes snapped open to look at her perfectly human fingers stretched out in front of her.  A brief wave of horror washed over her as she realized she had transfigured from her animagus in her sleep.

Sirius’s strong arms were wrapped around her midsection, his body irresistibly warm against hers.

Merlin, he’s in for a fright when he wakes, she worried silently.  Sirius stirred and pulled her closer

“Mornin’ love,” he mumbled against her ear, pressing a gentle kiss to her jaw. She held her breath, waiting for the shock of his realization, which never came.

“Good morning,” she spoke hesitantly, humanly, waiting for him to throw her out.  Sirius only nuzzled her neck.

“M’glad you changed back, I missed your pretty face,” he murmured, causing Y/N’s cheeks to flush bright pink.  It was like a dream, her head was swimming with his irresistible presence.  She relaxed a bit into his touch.

“Me too,” she whispered, sinking into him at last, her worries quelled. She could get used to this.

Classes passed that day in a blur, as Y/N dreamily floated through each one. She hadn’t expected one night spent in Sirius’s arms would affect her quite like this.  Nevertheless, Y/N smiled and hummed as she walked through the corridors of the great castle and outside towards the serenity of the lake. She passed a number of students, some her friends who she distractedly called greetings to, and some she knew through the boys’ countless stories.

Y/N nearly tripped over herself when she caught sight of one particular girl, who stood gossiping with her gaggle of friends.  Her honey blonde hair hung in perfect ringlets down her back, and her curves dipped like those of an hourglass.  She was beautiful…and to Y/N’s dismay, she recognized her as one of Sirius’s one-night stands.

Y/N’s heart dropped at this stark reminder: the reminder that Sirius was a player, that he could never truly fall for her, that she wasn’t good enough, and that she was kidding herself.  Her smile and jolly humming ceased as she continued towards the lake and sunk down against a tree.

Why would he ever go for you?  He wouldn’t even commit himself to that girl back there, and she’s three times as pretty as you are.

Her eyes stung with tears, and she picked at the grass anxiously.

He’s only your friend anyways, why do you care?

She sniffed.

Because I love him.  And he doesn’t love you.

The weight of the realization crashed over her, and she let out a quiet sob. She trembled as wave after wave of anguish crashed over her, her tears falling heavy with unrequited love into her lap.

A small whine startled her, as her red eyes snapped to the fluffy black dog seated only a few feet from her.  She quickly wiped her eyes and sat up straight.

“Oh, hi Padfoot,” she bit her lip and tried to smile.  Padfoot cocked his head, his eyes boring into her as if asking what was wrong.  Y/N breathed in shakily.

“I’m fine, Padfoot, really….it’s nothing,” she sniffled, not helping her case. Padfoot nearly glared and stepped closer to her, nudging her cheek with his wet nose.  She couldn’t help but smile softly.  Somehow, her grief was disappearing by the minute.

“I’m okay…listen,” she took a deep breath.  Talking to Sirius as Padfoot proved somehow much easier.  “I don’t know if you know, or even care for that matter…”

Padfoot watched her attentively, his ears perked, as he laid his head in her lap.  She stroked his fur absentmindedly.

“But I….I like you, Sirius.” His ears perked and he seemed to smile.  His tailed wagged.

“I’m sure you don’t like me, but-“  

Padfoot barked and sprang to his feet, shaking his head from side to side fervently and huffing, before giving her cheek an affectionate lick.  Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she looked in his big grey eyes, and all at once she knew he felt the same.

“Really?” she whispered, breathless.  Padfoot bobbed his head once in agreement, and flashed his teeth in a goofy, canine smile.

Y/N matched his goofy smile and was positively elated.  She threw her arms around the giant black dog, burying her face in his neck.  In a matter of seconds, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her, pulling her tight to Sirius’s chest.  Y/N whispered cheekily:

“I’m glad you changed back…I missed your pretty face.”

Sirius chuckled and lifted her from the ground, finally pressing his lips to hers in sweet, silent triumph.

I could never forgive myself // Montgomery de la Cruz

Warnings: mention of rape

A/N: I never wanted to romanticize rape. That´s one of the worst things that can happen to a person, but I got carried away with this one. And I´m really bad with titles. So sorry.

You sat on your bed, rereading your favorite book, enjoying your alone time. Reading was always a valve for you, a way to escape the reality. A knock on your window tear you from your thoughts. When you looked up you saw someone sitting in front of your window, waiting patiently to be let in. You stand up from your bed and when you opened it you were greeted by Montgomery, your boyfriend of six months. “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to hang out with the others at Bryce´s?” You asked smiling, letting him in. Monty embraced you in a tight hug the moment he stepped inside, burying his head in your neck. “What happened?” you asked, normally your boyfriend was carefree around you. Whenever he steps through your window or door he would make a cheeky remark, but he was never like this and it concerned you. You could feel his breath against your neck, tickling your skin. Your hands rubbed up and down his back and you could feel him relax under your touch. “I will never leave you alone around Bryce again.” He mumbled and hugging you even tighter. “What do you mean, Monty?” you asked confused. He breaks the hug and walked toward your bed, sitting down and rubbed his hands over his face. “Monty. What do you mean?” You were standing in front of him, your hands resting on his shoulders playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “We were chilling at Bryce´s; I was playing videos games, while Jess, Bryce and Zach played carts, until Justin walked in. He wanted Jess to come with him, but she refused and I think she wanted to provoke Justin so she sat down on Bryce´s lap. Justin snapped and dragged her outside. We followed; you know to not miss the drama. She asked him why he wanted her to leave and asked why he even care. And then Justin said that Bryce raped her.” Monty paused and your hand practically flew to your mouth gasping and you felt tears starting to well up at the corner of your eyes. “He said that Bryce fucking raped Jessica. I don’t know if it´s true or not, but the idea he do or did the same to you made me so sick. I could never forgive myself if something like this happened to you. So that’s why I´m here, to make sure you are ok and to ask you something.” He finally looked up and you saw the worry written over his face. You couldn´t get a word out, the feeling that you need to vomit burning at the end of your throat. Monty stands up, taking your hands into his. “Did he ever do anything to you? I mean, did he ever touch you?” He looked you deep in the eyes, probably to know if you were lying. You shook your head no, stepping away from him and leaned against your desk. “Are you sure?” He asked sounding concerned, this time you nodded. “Thanks god.” He exhaled, walking to you and pulled you into a hug. Your forehead leaned against his collarbone, while your hands played with the hem of his shirt. “You okay?” He whispered after a while, pulling away a bit to look at you. “Mon, you just told me that Bryce raped someone, one of my friends. I mean… I don’t think… You know… What I want to say is that I don’t know what to say.” You mumbled looked at your hands, still playing with his shirt. He just nodded and pulled you back into the hug, his grip on you tight. Your arms sneak around his torso and you seek comfort in his touch. You never liked Bryce, he was so full of himself and he always made you feel uncomfortable, but he was Monty´s “friend”, if you can call him so. You never understood why Monty was friends with him in the first place. Behind his façade he was a really sweet and loving boy, but guys like Bryce always turned him back into the asshole. “Do you want me to go?” Monty suddenly asked and tears you from your thoughts. “No, don’t leave me alone.” You whispered hugging him tighter. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked again and you just shrugged your shoulders.

You lay in your bed; your cheek was pressed against Monty´s chest, listening to his heartbeat. He was watching the movie while drawing indefinable patters on your back. You lift your head lightly to look at your boyfriend. When you first saw him you were instantly attracted to him, maybe it were the freckles or that smirk that made you crush on him. Maybe it was the way he walked like nothing could shake him or that one time when you collide with him. He instantly grabbed your arms to make sure you wouldn’t fall and helped you pick up your stuff, shooting you an apologizing smile.
You first noticed that you have fallen for him when you were at a party playing spin the bottle. It was his turn and the bottle landed on you, you still know how nervous you were and you still remember that little smile on his face, almost as if he was shy. When he kissed you, you didn’t want it to end and at that moment you knew that you had fallen for Montgomery de la Cruz.
“Baby, stop to stare, it´s distracting.” He mumbled, smirking down at you. You hadn´t even noticed that he turned his head to look at you and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You whispered a short ´sorry` and laid your head back on his chest. Monty pressed a kiss to your forehead, before turning back to the TV.
You moved yourself so you sat on his lap. He looked at you surprised but smiled when you pressed a kiss on his lips. “What was that for?” He asked smiling, after breaking away. “Because you care about me.” You whispered, shooting him a short smile. Monty moved himself so his upper body leaned against your headboard. “Of course I care about you, baby.” He pulled you into another sweet kiss. You always loved moments like this with him, when they were just innocent and sweet. He breaks the kiss and you buried your head in his neck, snuggling closer.
“I love you.” He mumbled and you shot up again, looking at him surprised. Neither of you had said these words before, you knew that you love him and thought you would be the first one to say it, once you got the courage to tell him. “When Justin told Jessica that Bryce raped her and I began to imagine him doing the same to you, my heart began to ache and I felt so sick like I needed to throw up and that’s when I realize, it´s because I love you.” He explained smiling shyly at you. “I think I already knew that I love you, but didn’t want to admit it. I never loved anyone like I love you and I didn´t want to mess up. I´m not exactly the easiest person and I can be glad that you put up with my bullshit. I just didn’t want to scare you away. I mean you probably don-“you silenced him by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pulled you as close as possible, returning the kiss. When you break away from him you smiled at his flushed face. “I love you too.” You mumbled placing another kiss on his lips, this time a small and sweet one. “Thanks god, it would be really embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same.” He said letting out a relieved laugh. “I need to mark this day in my calendar.” You whispered, kissing him one more time before getting up. You walked to the calendar that hangs on the wall next to your desk. “Why? Because I told you, that I love you?” He asked, clearly amused by your behavior. “No because that’s the first time I made you blush.” You countered and laughed to yourself, when you heard him groan. “I take it back, I don’t love you.” You laughed even harder and made your way back towards him, after marking the day in your calendar. “No, you love me. Come on, say it again.” You said smirking, while he pulled you on his lap. “No, you don’t deserve it.” He pouted crossing his arms over his chest. You smiled at his childish behavior and leaned into another kiss. “Fine. I love you. I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I love you, baby. I love you, sweetheart. I love you, honey. I just love you.” He flipped you over, placing himself between your legs and began to kiss your neck. For the rest of the night he repeated these three words like his life depends on and for that night everything was perfect.

ok but the Potter-Malfoy children tho

When Harry began lamenting not being able to have children, Hermione explained that by transfigurating a sperm into an egg long enough for it to merge with a sperm, Draco and Harry could have children, as long as someone gave birth do them.

Luna told Harry she’d gladly give birth to their children and Harry, who had expected not having children at all, began daydreaming non-stop about it.

So you can imagine Harry going CRAZY with the idea of his and Draco’s children.

Which means there was a lot of begging and pleading, but since Draco wasn’t up for it, Harry let go of the idea for a while. Although he really wanted children. But then Draco gifted him with a pair of baby-shoes on their third anniversary.

Just imagine Harry James Potter looking up in surprise at his partner and going… “really? you will?” and Draco nodding, then having an amazingly happy Potter kiss every part of his body for the rest of the night.

Harry clearly won the naming bet with their first-born and Draco went along with it because he wasn’t interested in having children at all in the beginning… but he wasn’t happy about it.

At first, Harry had proposed using the Malfoy name, only because he knew Draco wasn’t really that excited about having children. But Draco was adamant that they use both.

And even though Harry was the one obsessing over having children, Draco is the one going up in the middle of the night to see their newborn child sleep because he’s afraid he will stop breathing. So Harry has to get up and convince him to go back to bed because “he will wake us up in half an hour anyway and he’s breathing, he’s fine, come back to bed, Draco.” but this happens with all their children.

James Sirius Potter-Malfoy, their first-born. With Harry’s black hair and Draco’s gray eyes. Surprising the Weasleys when he calls Draco Papa because, other than Harry and his mother, none of them knew that French is Draco’s first language.

Really, not even Fleur knew. It wasn’t until they got children that Draco started hanging out more with the Weasley’s and they got to know him better.

And a couple of years later, when Draco was proudly showing his child to anyone that came close enough, Harry managed to convince him to go for a second one…

Then came the twins, that wasn’t planned! Scorpius Hyperion Potter-Malfoy, because Harry had already named their first-born. And then Albus Severus Potter-Malfoy… They decided to go 50/50 on that one.

Draco didn’t want to name the child Albus at all, but he still felt guilty for everything during sixth year and finally went along with it. As for Severus… His godfather DID take good care of him, after all. It was only fair.

In the beginning, Draco probably felt that three children was more than enough. But Harry wanted a lot more and when the twins came he was ECSTATIC. Scorpius took after Draco and Albus after Harry.

Albus was daddy’s boy and would throw tantrums everyday when Harry had to leave for work. Scorpius was obsessed with “Mama Molly” and spent more time running after Molly and “helping” her in the kitchen than any of the other Potter-Malfoy children.

Right after the twins were born, Harry asked his husband if he would like to try once more, because he really was hoping for a daughter…

To which Draco surprisingly said “alright Potter, but this is the last” and that was how Lily Luna Potter-Malfoy was planned.

Lily Luna with her blonde hair and enormous green eyes became the obsession of everyone… And she clung to Draco SO MUCH. Honestly. She probably spent 60% of her baby years in Draco’s arms, 30% in Harry’s and the rest in everyone else’s.

She didn’t like speaking English, although she understood it perfectly well. She’d answer people through Draco, Fleur, Victoire, Dominique or Louis instead. Fleur was enamoured with Lily Luna, since her own children preferred speaking English.

Everyone close to Harry began to finally see Draco in a new light. When the two of them had started dating, they had surprised everybody. Especially since Draco didn’t really show the same side he showed Harry to everyone else…

…But people began seeing him through his children. James Sirius seeking comfort from his Papa when he’d fallen from his broom. Draco nervously following the twins when they had just began taking their first steps and not daring to let them out of his sight.

TBH he was worst when James began walking. If the boy was about to fall, he would levitate him and then Harry would try to convince him to stop it. “Draco he needs to do this on his own” “What, so you want our child to get hurt?” “No, but-” “So then he won’t if I keep an I eye on him!” “He will be fine!” “Potter! What if he hits his head?”

…but Harry did the exact same thing when Lily Luna started walking.

But everyone saw how much he cared about their children and although it was still a bit weird that he and Harry were together and EVEN HAD CHILDREN… they realized they liked him.

OK but listen! Draco kept calling Harry “Potter” for as long as everyone knew them (in public) and once, Ginny had asked Albus to go get Harry and Albus had run over to Harry in his unsteady toddler legs and screamed “POTTAAHH” making everyone laugh until they cried.

Took them at least a month to get Albus to call Harry “daddy” instead.

All their children’s first words were Papa.

Imagine how amazingly proud Narcissa is of her grandchildren speaking French. Imagine how much money she burns on those little cretins. And she probably melts every time they say Mémé.

Just imagine sleepy Lily Luna going to her Daddy and asking him “quand nous allons visiter Mémé Cissy?” and Harry sighing deeply and replying “honey, I cannot understand a word of what you’re saying” because, although he knew Narcissa and Draco spoke French to each other, he never knew this would become such a big part of his children’s lives.

But then James Sirius probably enters a phase during his teens in which he doesn’t want to speak French at all and stops doing it for years, although he still knows it since Draco speaks and writes to all his children in French. Just as his mother did to him.

All in all, Harry feels a bit left-out. So he gets two pet snakes and speaks Parseltongue to them every time his children forget he doesn’t speak French at the dinner table.

And his husband happens to have the same reaction Harry got when he first heard Draco speak French… interesting.

They love their children. But the year James Sirius gets his Hogwarts letter, both Harry and Draco sigh in happiness at the thought of all of their children starting school.

three weeks early (3)

this is probably the worst time for this bc of the video but why not

thanks @illuminateeshawn for the help


all you could remember before everything went black was that your little girl wasn’t crying, which wasn’t good at all, and the herd of doctors telling you not to fall asleep all while shawn was standing behind them, scared that he may lose his baby and his wife. and then it all faded to darkness. you couldn’t help it, you tried not to fall into unconsciousness, but it happened too fast.

you stirred, touching your head, wincing as you did and soon enough the memories of earlier came flooding back to you. your baby didn’t make it. after everything you did to have a successful pregnancy and a healthy baby, she didn’t make it. you began to think that maybe, just maybe if you didn’t go and greet fans outside the venue, she wouldn’t have come early and you would have your little girl with you on time. if only you had listened to shawn, none of this could be happening. but the nurse did say it was her umbilical cord, so was it their fault for not catching it sooner? you didn’t even want to think about how shawn was feeling right now. did he blame himself? was he sitting outside in tears seeking the comfort of his parents? did he blame you for not listening to him?

looking around your room that was once full of joy as you and shawn waited to welcome your baby into the world, was now sad and grey. the sun that shone through the white blinds yesterday was now grey, gloomy and rainy. there was nobody in here with you, not even shawn, which alarmed you. your eyes started to water as you glanced down at your noticeably smaller belly, knowing that the little human in there was gone. she wasn’t in the crib where she should be, or the nursery, or even in shawn’s arms. she would never get to experience life, shawn wouldn’t get to spoil her rotten (even though he said he wouldn’t), and the thought alone brought you to uncontrollable tears. you couldn’t keep it in anymore, you let the tears flow freely and you didn’t even try to stop them. the fact that you were alone hurt too, you needed someone, you needed family, you needed shawn. weren’t couples supposed to grieve together at a time like this? where was he? you noticed he already removed all the baby things out of the room, her carseat, her clothes, even the little toys shawn’s family brought.

letting out an aggravated scream, you finally decide to get let it all out. “no,” was all you could say over and over and over until someone came in the room.

“mrs mendes,” a nurse burst through the door, “mrs mendes are you okay?” she rushed over to you, checking your vitals and head and iv all while you were sobbing uncontrollably. she asked you generic questions like ‘how are you feeling?’ and ‘how long have you been awake?’ all which you did not answer. you were beyond mad at the nurse, the same nurse who didn’t notice earlier that something was wrong with your child. it was her fault. her fault that your life had completely taken a turn for the worse.

“my baby is gone and all you can ask is how long i’ve been up?” you sobbed, “you didn’t catch it sooner! she could still be here if it wasn’t for you!” you clutched the pillow to your face and screamed again. no matter how many times you screamed, yelled, cursed, or threw things, it didn’t change the fact that she was gone, no matter how much you wished it did.
“mrs mendes what-” the nurse started, but you cut her off before you could finish.

“don’t say anything! there is nothing you could say to make this situation any better! can you bring her back? no.” you yelled as she removed the pillow from your strong grip. you balled your fists in attempt to keep the slightest bit calm, but failed when she tried to put her hand on your shoulder. you harshly pulled away, wincing at the pain from moving too fast. you had forgotten about the pain up until now, you had been too consumed in the loss of your baby to think about physical pain. the doctor rushes in next, trying to calm you down but it didn’t work. all you wanted right now was the comfort from your husband, the only one who knows how you’re feeling right now.

they tried to stop you as you slid out of the bed in search for shawn, they held you back but you pulled away, not caring if you were too weak right now.

“y/n just stay put, we’ll call shawn for you.” the doctor said, exiting the room with the nurse following behind him. as soon as they left, you were on your feet, but as fast as it took for you to stand, you were on the floor. you fell with a loud thud, you legs giving out on you the second your feet touched the floor. you cried as you were unable to get back up, you were too weak.

“y/n!” the voice of your husband called as he rushed into the room, swiftly picking you up bridal style as you sobbed into his shoulder.

“my baby’s gone shawn, she’s gone!” you cried, “she’s gone,” your voice was down to a whisper as he gently set you down on the bed, even shawn was unable to comfort you. “she’s gone.” you clung to him as he tried to talk, but your loud sobs cut him off every time.

“y/n, she’s-”

“i don’t want to hear it shawn,” you cried, finally letting go of shawn. you watched as he walked out of the room again, not saying a word. the tears didn’t stop, in fact they continued as he walked out of the room, leaving you alone yet again. he reappeared seconds later, this time with a small pink bundle in his arms. your eyes widened at the sight, you pressed both hands to your mouth, your tears of sadness quickly becoming tears of joy.

“y/n,” he whispered, gently taking the pink blanket off her and setting her on your chest. “meet ava aaliyah mendes. our daughter.” you sobbed of happiness, clutching the little girl further into your chest.

“hi babygirl,” you whispered, softly running your finger over her tiny features. “it’s so nice to meet the little girl who’s been kicking me for 9 months.” shawn smiled at the two of you, his two beautiful girls. “it wasn’t exactly nine, she’s early.” he said, sitting next to you on the bed and lightly kissing your cheek before turning his attention back to his girl. “she’s beautiful,” you say, kissing the tip of her little nose, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. she looked too peaceful to be woken.

“of course she’s beautiful, she’s almost a spitting image of you. except she has my eyes.” shawn said, smiling at the baby and then at you. “i can’t believe you thought she didn’t make it.” he chuckled.

“i passed out before she cried, i thought she didn’t make it. you weren’t even here when i woke up, it was a disaster.” you said, “and to make it worse the nurse was being annoying and all the stuff we brought isn’t in here anymore.”

ava squirmed in her sleep, letting out the smallest whimper. you cooed at the sight, unstrapping the top of your hospital gown and setting her on the newly exposed skin of your chest. “It’s okay baby,” you said before she started crying, quickly putting her back in her peaceful sleeping state.

“i brought all the stuff into the recovery room, where you were supposed to go but you passed out so they had to bring you back here. my parents and aaliyah are there still, they can’t get enough of her.” he whispered, his attention still on the baby. he rested his hand on her back, his large hand being about twice her size.

“how’d they like her name?” you yawned. you two decided to make her middle name aaliyah, considering you also chose her to be the godmother which she didn’t know yet.

“liyah cried,” shawn laughed. “she held her more than i did to be honest with you.”

“does she know?” you asked, hoping shawn didn’t ask her to be the godmother without you there.

“no, i thought you could be the one to ask her.” he said, taking the baby from you and placing her so her head was resting on his shoulder. “she’s so small,” he cooed. “she’s my entire world, both of you are.” you let your head rest on his other shoulder and you felt him press a quick kiss to the top of your head then doing the same to ava.

you smiled, enjoying this time alone with your now family of three. you couldn’t be happier.

In Too Deep

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: After killing Dick Roman, the reader ends up in purgatory with Dean

Word Count: 1.600

Warnings: Violence, broken reader

A/N: This was written for @hannahindie and @pinknerdpanda Punk’s Not Dead Creative Challenge. Congrats on 200 followers and thanks for the fun challenge!

This does not exactly follow the original storyline.

Originally posted by helpimanspnfan

It was terrible. One moment, there was this bone in the leviathans throat, his huge mouth with its long teeth opening wide in a growl before everything suddenly became black goo.

Then there was purgatory. You didn’t realize it at first, all you could see were the huge, dark trees towering above you and a dead forest that seemed to stretch for miles. But then you were greeted by a creature that appeared out of nowhere.

“Welcome to Purgatory“ it grinned, licking its fangs and crouching down, steadying itself on the ground with his claws. It jumped at you, but you were faster and already had your knife drawn from your jacket. The thing basically jumped into its own death, right at your weapon, pulling you to the ground with it.

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anonymous asked:

Okay angstyy anon here. How about "please talk to me" with injured/hurt ladybug? Thank you!

(Thanks to @edendaphne @hchano and @midnightstarlightwrites for helping me brainstorm this one!) 

Ladybug cradled her arm to her chest and bit back a sob of pain.

It had been a mistake.

She should have been smart, she should have waited for Chat to arrive. He was the melee fighter, not her. As much as it killed her sometimes to watch him dive in head first, there was no denying that there was a logic to their partnership. He was designed to take the brunt of the damage while she was supposed to be the attacker.

She had never really put a lot of thought into how much protection the suit could give her. She had never needed to before.

She heard the hurried sound of footsteps darting into the alley behind her, but she didn’t know if she had it in her to run away.


She would know that voice anywhere. He was the reason she was cowering here in the first place.

“Ladybug are you ok?” Adrien said, his breath coming hard and fast from his sprint to chase after her.

She didn’t say anything, tears trailing down her cheeks as she continued to clutch at her injured arm.

She was a failure.

The footsteps stopped and she could feel him drop to the ground behind her.

“Ladybug?” Adrien said again, placing his hand hesitantly on her shoulder.

A choked sob of pain, and exhaustion, and shame forced its way out of her throat and she huddled down further. He shouldn’t see her like this. No one should ever see her like this. She was supposed to be a hero, not a sad, broken girl who literally almost let her infatuation get her killed.

She felt Adrien pull his hand back as if he had been burned, and then hear him shift around so that he was kneeling in front of her.

“Hey, it’s ok,” he said tenderly, “it’s going to be ok.” He reached up and gently brushed her bangs away from her face and she couldn’t resist the pull of his gaze. His smile was kind and calm, but his eyes shone with worry. “Please,” he begged softly, “talk to me.”

“Adrien,” she sobbed, sagging forward into his arms.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” he soothed, holding he;2r loosely so as not to jostle her injury. “How badly are you hurt, do you need to go to a hospital?”

She shook her head, seeking comfort in his embrace. “No, I can’t. The Akuma-”

“Can wait,” he interrupted. “What matters right now is are you ok?” He pulled away from her slightly, his hands coming to cradle her face.

“I’m… I’m ok, but I think my arm is broken.”

He nodded pulling off his overshirt and wrapping it around her to make a makeshift sling.

“Don’t drop your transformation, it will be worse for you if you do. Luckily it will all be good as new once you use your powers. It shouldn’t be too hard to get the akuma back to you.”

“I need to call Chat,” she said fumbling for her yo-yo, but Adrien grabbed her hand and held her still.

“He already knows, just relax. We need to get you somewhere safer than this.”

A fresh round of tears burned down her cheeks.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry,” she cried, burying her face into his tee-shirt.  

“What are you talking about? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I do I failed!”

“What are you talking about? You are a hero, you saved me.”

“And I was so caught up in trying to impress you that I almost got myself killed! Or worse! I could have lost my miraculous! And now I don’t even know if I can fight. I’m letting down everyone! You, Chat-”

“Hey,” he interrupted, “you haven’t let down anyone. Least of all me.”

She let out a small gasp as he wiped the tears away from her eyes. She felt herself flush under the weight of his smile, his thumbs reverently tracing along her cheeks.

“You… you were trying to impress me?” he asked breathlessly.

“I… well I…” the words died in her throat as he leaned closer, his eyes boring into hers, “yes,” she whispered.

“Why would you do that?” he murmured, his lips pausing just a hair’s breadth away from her own.

“Because.. Because I-” she leaned in the rest of the way. Everything faded except for the glorious sensation of his mouth moving against hers, his hands still cupping her face, holding her as if terrified that she would disappear. He tasted like chocolate and mint and cream, like a rich drink that you just want to savor as it warms you. He nibbled hesitantly on her lower lip and she deepened the kiss, losing herself in the feel of him. He pressed forward, one arm wrapping around her back and she broke away with a cry of pain, her arm trapped between them.

“Sorry! I’m sorry,” he stammered, awkwardly petting her upper arm. “This problem isn’t the right time for… well…” he coughed, his face going scarlet.

He stood and helped her to her feet as well. “We should get you someplace safe and deal with that akuma.” He began leading her out of the alley and back towards the main street towards a familiar cafe. He put an arm around her shoulder and she couldn’t resist leaning her head against him as he guided her into the small shop. It wasn’t until he was settling her down into a chair by the shops fire, the various staff and patrons whispering excitedly at her presence, that his words actually registered.

“I thought you said Chat was dealing with the akuma?” she asked, confused.

“He’s been a little preoccupied,” Adrien laughed nervously, “but I think it’s time he got to work on fetching a butterfly for you, don’t you think My Lady?”

“Adrien?” she gasped, eyes going wide as she stared at him.

He smiled- wide, and happy, and just a little sheepish. He brought her fingertips to his lips and gave them a delicate kiss.

“We’ll talk when I get back,” he said with a wink, the turned and hurried out.

BTS Reaction To: Breaking Up With The Love of Their Life

Jin: Tries to keep himself busy and his mind occupied. He spends hours cooking up vast spreads for the boys or hosting more EatJin’s. He also loses himself in video games more than usual and slacks a bit on practice but the boys don’t have the heart to tell him off for it. They know that once he’s not busy, such as laying in bed alone, he cries. They hear the stifled sobs and their hearts are broken too.

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Suga: Pretends to be unaffected. The sunshine line try to make him smile but usually don’t succeed. He finds that there’s nothing left to smile about anymore, not since you left.

Originally posted by beui

J-Hope: Wears sunglasses more often to hide his red rimmed eyes. His sister offers support, as do the boys, but he only wants you. He feels guilty, like he’s bringing the others down so while he can’t find it within himself himself to be their sunshine anymore, he does work even harder than usual. He works himself to the bone, to where everyone grows concerned for him.

He’s afraid of falling behind and bringing the boys down too. And they’re afraid of never getting their Golden Hyung back.

Originally posted by mianhae-baozi

Rap Monster: Spends many sleepless nights, wondering what went wrong, if there was someone else who you had been seeing. So he’s tired and heart broken which makes him cranky. The boys avoid him, giving him time alone, since he just snaps at them when they’re around.

“Would you stop making noise?!” he spits at Taehyung.

“Ah, sorry, hyung,” the boy responds before running off.

If he gets too cranky, they’ll sit him down and tell him to stop taking his frustration out on them. But for now, they just avoid him as much as possible.

Originally posted by junghoshikie

Jimin: Stupidly blames himself. He’s the type to put others before him so he instead puts himself in your shoes, wondering if he hadn’t treated you good enough, how long you had stuck in the relationship even though you wanted to leave, if you felt miserable and upset every time you kissed him.

‘How could I not have noticed? I must have been selfish, only thinking of myself.’

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

V: Tries to stay strong and bright, for the fans and for the boys. He doesn’t want anyone to see him sad. But he does find focusing a lot harder, instead always wondering what led to the current situation.

“Taehyung, are you paying attention?” an MC jokes. He looks around, suddenly remembering he’s on tv.

Originally posted by suga-com

He smiles sheepishly. “Of course I’m listening! I was just thinking about how great it is to be on this show ~”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jungkook: “Hyung, why did we break up? I thought … I thought we would last forever.” He doesn’t bother trying to act strong. This is his first heartbreak and he doesn’t know what to do, seeking his hyungs out for comfort and guidance.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

lotus-eater: part 1

Summary: Maka should have known nothing good could come from making big life decisions on too little sleep. When she breaks her own promise and sings to Soul on his birthday, will this slip up bring them closer, or will her secret break their bond? modern siren au. Alsooo be ready for asexuality talk! c:

this was supposed to be a valentine’s day oneshot for @soundofez but now it turned into a multi-part thing that’s very late, as per usual, but it’s here now (and on ffn and ao3)! shoutout to @professor-maka , @the-brightest-fell , and @thefishywitchy for the support and eyes and patience :)

In the four am serenity, a solid blackness stares at them through the small window above the sink while a surreal yellow light surrounds them from above. It heightens everything, from the content exhaustion between them to the mess they’ve created. Spots of flour blanket the things Maka loves most - the smooth marble surfaces of the Evanses’ kitchen, her best friend’s fingers, the soft cotton of his shirt, and the curve of his eyebrow.

Even her lashes are coated with it. Flashes of white flutter in and out of her vision as she blinks and screws up her face at his request.

In response, Soul leans back to rest his elbows on the counter, the dollop of pink frosting she had painted over his dimple moving with his sheepish grin. “That’s my one wish. For you to sing me ‘happy birthday’.”

Instinct means Maka echoes him without thinking - leaning forward to stay close, hands splayed on either side of him for balance. They’re in sync, one never too far behind the other, but what numbs Maka’s mind right now is the view from here. Normally he towers over her, but at the moment he’s perched on the bar stool, ethereal in her shadow as she hovers over him, and it’s both intoxicating and humbling.

The sleep in his eyes is hypnotic.

“I don’t sing,” she says.


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Episode of the Week - 10x01: The Conspiracy in the Corpse

This scene. It’s nothing short of devastating. But to me, it’s also beautiful. Sweets’ death was a complete and utter shock to all. And for Booth, it was nearly the straw the broke the camel’s back. The last three months had been a living hell for this man. He was attacked in his own home, and nearly succumbed to some gruesome injuries. He was wrongfully accused of murdering men who were ordered to kill him. He was sent to prison, where those involved with the FBI conspiracy hoped he would be killed. He was separated from his child for the second time in her short life. And through all of this, he couldn’t seek comfort in his wife’s embrace. Booth has always been proud to be an FBI agent. To him, working to make his country a better and safer place to live gives him a sense of purpose and fulfillment. In his mind, it also allows him to make up for the lives he took during his time as a sniper. As Brennan mentioned earlier in the episode, Booth has suffered a great deal of trauma in his life, starting at a very young age. The physical injuries are similar to the ones he has sustained during these past few months. But this is different. Booth is different. There is emotional scarring lurking beneath the surface. Because Booth truly trusted the FBI. He put his faith in this organization, time and time again. They are supposed to be the good guys. And they betrayed him. How could he ever trust his government again? Trust and faith are essential to Booth. And without trust and faith, he has nothing to grab hold of. It’s like Booth died. Sweets believed that Booth lost his anchor. But to me, looking at this small but immensely meaningful moment, his anchor is standing right beside him. Like always. Like she always will. Brennan is his anchor. Brennan is his lifeline. And really, so is this team- if nothing else, he could always trust this team. But he would still need time before he could understand this.

Something I love about Booth and Brennan (part 1 of infinity) is how they are able speak with no words. They can easily convey a message with just a glance or a simple touch. As the team is in the autopsy room preparing themselves for what they are about to do, Booth walks up right beside Brennan and grabs hold of her hand. It’s quick. Mere seconds. But in that moment, so much is said. I cannot speak to their precise feelings here. But to me, it’s a number of things. Booth has essentially just lost a brother.  He was family. He takes Brennan’s hand as a way to comfort himself. He has lost so much, but he hasn’t lost her. And he hasn’t lost their family. Booth can also reassure Brennan as well. He is home. He’s not alone in a cold jail cell anymore. He takes her hand because he finally can. And because he needs it. And she needs it too. Brennan provided him with love and comfort the previous evening. She made him feel safe. He was finally home. Now he can share a quick moment to communicate to her that he’s there. Together, they will prevail. Like always. As Brennan is about to walk away, she looks at Booth. He gives her a nod, assuring her that she can do this. She has to do this. She needs to be the one with the cool head here. Time is of the essence, and the team will require all the evidence possible to solve this conspiracy and bring Sweets’ killer to justice. In some instances, Brennan’s ability to compartmentalize is quite beneficial. She’s never going to completely block out those emotions anymore, as she used to. But she can lead the way here. There is time to mourn after they end this. Looking at Brennan’s face as she walks away, she knows exactly what she must do. And Booth gives a nod of support and encouragement. She can briefly lock her feelings in a box for the time being. She knows how to open it back up later on. Clearly the emotions are there. She has tears pooling in her eyes. But she can do this. They can do this. They have to- for Sweets. And they do. Booth stays there. But he has to look away. 

It would still take time and a wake-up call from Brennan for Booth to regain all that he had lost. And with the help of Brennan, the squints, and even Aubrey, he eventually finds his way back. He knows who he can and should trust. And he gets his faith back. Faith in something bigger than himself. Booth and his people. Really, that’s all he’s ever needed. 

The sun will come up, and tomorrow’s a new day.

You Get A Dog


It had been pretty rough the past few months and Fillip was constantly going on runs. Usually you wouldn’t mind but recently you had started to get lonely and it didn’t go un-noticed by Fillip. He saw the look in your eyes when he told you that he would have to leave again, you would put on a smile but it wouldn’t reach your eyes, it pained him to see you like this so he decided to do something about it.

“Darlin, do you know where the car keys are?” Fillip asked coming out of the garage, where he had been hiding away for most of the day. You where busy typing a document up for work, you where a lawyer and mostly worked with the club and this particular document concerned Juice.

“They should be hanging up in the garage, next to all the boxes babe” You answer without looking away from the screen hoping that he would leave you alone to finish what you had started almost two hours ago.

“I looked they’re not there” You sigh while shaking your head

“I don’t know where they are Fillip, its your car not mine” You sigh yet again when you hear him scoff, finally turning to meet the eyes of your old man. He stood leaning against the door connecting the garage to the kitchen, his leather vest hugged his body tightly from the way he had his arms crossed.

“Yer always using ma motor and yer the last one to use it so help me look. I need to get to the TM, my bike is actin up” He states before simply turning and walking back into the garage. You throw your head back and groan loudly, your annoyance only growing when you hear him laughing in the next room. Making sure to save your work you then proceed to shuffle into the garage entrance ready to give your man some cheek when you see it. The little bundle of adorable fluff chasing a ball around the garage floor.

“Oh my god” I laugh running over to the puppy who, upon seeing you runs over attacking your face with its tongue

“I’m going on another run in the next few weeks and I knew that I couldn’t leave ye all alone again so I though its either get ye pregnant-” you cut him off

“Yea no thank you, not yet” You say and he nods in agreement

“-So a puppy is like training for a baby, d'you like him love?” Chibs asked crouching down to pet the dog which in return licks his hand

“yes very much, thank you.” You smile turning to face him and planting a slow thankfull kiss on his lips “Love you”

“Love ye too darlin but we better get movin cause Tiggy’s dying ta see this dug”

Originally posted by heartsnmagic


“Come on Alex lets go babe, I want to get to the cabin before it gets any later” I shout out of the passengers side of the car window towards the open door of the house. A few seconds later Tig comes running out and is almost at the car when he remembers that he needs to lock the door, I shake my head a familiar smile on my face as I watch him lock the door before jogging back over to the car.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t find the keys” He smiles starting up the car and pulling out of our driveway.

“ I can’t wait to get to the cabin for a few days” You sigh contently. The cabin was your happy place and Tig knew that, so whenever he could get a day or two off, that’s where he would take you.

“Yeah I’ve got it all planed out baby doll, make some dinner, have some desert then we’ll head to the bedroom for some fun loving” I laugh as he says this watching out the window as we exit Charming

“Looks like you’ve got it all planned out baby” I say smiling lovingly at him before returning my gaze to the window

“Oh yea I’ve been-”

“STOP THE CAR!” The car comes to a screeching halt as Alex looks as me like I’ve gone insane, which maybe I have.

“What the fuck Y/N?” I don’t answer him as I throw open the passengers side door and run over to the side of the road, Tig not far behind me.

“I saw a dog..” I mutter looking around the bushes for the small dog that I had seen walking into the forest area.

“It was probably a rabbit or something babe, their aren’t any houses up here except for the cabin. I don’t think that a dog would be-” I am quick to stop him as I spot the dog in the bushes

“Oh really is that why the dog is rolling around in the dirt Tiggy?” He raises an eyebrow before looking past me his face melting as he sees the little dog no older than about 6 months old. Alex drops to his knees and the dog immediately seeks his comfort and the look on Tig’s face makes my heart melt.

“Hey little guy, where did you come from huh bubby?” Tig asks while picking the little bundle up and brining him over to me, he pulls his attention away from the dog and locks his sky blue eyes with mine “I think we should take him up to the cabin with us” Tig says with a look of concern in his eyes and I give him a soft smile, moving forward to move his hair away from his eyes

“Yea I think we should, I mean we can’t leave him out here” Tig nodded in agreement as we made our way back to the car. I grab a blanket that we keep in the trunk to wrap around the small dog while we drive the rest of the way up to the cabin.

The rest of the night was spent giving the dog a bath and something to eat, I had no doubt in my mind that we where going to fall in love with the little guy. I watched from the couch as Alex played with the dog on the ground, it was jumping up on him and trying to grab Alex’s black curls with his sharp teeth making me laugh as Tiggy tried to get away laughing loudly as he does so. “I love him” I say and Tig gives me a look at say that he thought the same “We need to keep him Alex, I mean we’ve been talking about getting a dog for so long and this one is perfect babe” I say joining Tig on the floor the puppy immediately coming over to greet me. I watch Tig face as he has what looks like an internal debate with himself but when the smile formed on his lips I knew that he wanted the dog just as much as I did.

“THANK YOU!” I shout throwing myself on top of Tiggy and placing a kiss on his lips and placing my self on his lap.

“No problem Doll” He mumbles against my lips a smile on his face but we are quickly separated as our new dog jumps up and starts licking my face “Okay that has to stop”

Originally posted by heartsnmagic


“OH MY GOD” I shout as I fall back onto the bed groaning loudly afterwards. I hear something fall from down stairs and someone sprinting up the stairs the next thing I know Juan is in the door way of our bedroom, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as he looks round the room frantically.

“What happened! Are you okay?” He askes while walking over and looking over my body checking over for any harm.

“I’m okay Juan” I laugh as his reaction giving him a reassuring smile “I just saw this puppy on the adoption website, I mean look at his little face!” I shove the laptop in his face, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the brightness. He takes the laptop out of my hands and takes the seat next to me on the bed before beginning to scroll through the website.

“You wanna tell me why you’re looking through a dog adoption site?” He asks while not taking his yes off of the screen.

“I always do it, I love dogs” I say shrugging “it’s no big deal I’m just looking I mean I know that you would never get one because of the mess and-” I’m cut of by Juice suddenly looking up.

“You want a dog?” Your caught off guard by the question but you simply nod your head.

“A dog would be nice…but babe you hate mess and a puppy is very messy-”

“If you want a dog then you can have a dog no ifs not buts, come we are going so the shelter” And that’s what you did. He drove you down and let you pick whatever one you wanted and took them home. It took a while and some adjusting to your lives but the little guys finally fit into your lives and Juice didn’t hate him as much as you though he would

Originally posted by glassbonespaperskin


I hummed quietly and softly to myself as I worked on the dinner for tonight. I hadn’t seen Happy a lot this week so you thought that this would be a good opportunity to catch up with one another and have a romantic night in together. However this was interrupted when you heard noises coming from outside your front door. A confused look over comes your face as you stare at the front door where the whining sound was coming from. Making your way towards the door the noice gets louder and louder and when you open the door you are shocked as to what you find. Sitting in a basket in front of your door step was a little puppy playing with the blankets in its blanket.

“Aww baby, what are you doing out here in the cold?” You question and at the sound of your voice the little dogs head snaps up and if immediately tries to escape the blanket in an apparent to get to you. You smile at the dog as you make your way forward and pick up the blanket and once you have the puppy wastes no time in attacking your face with kisses making you laugh loudly. You don’t hesate to take the dog inside and place him by your feet in the kitchen as you worked after having given him a plate of meat. Around half an hour later you hear Happy’s bike pulling up out side but do not move from your position. As Happy walking into the kitchen expecting to have you greet him with a kiss he finds you one the tiled floor with a little dog using one of his socks as a chew toy.

“You got a dog?” Turning to smile at your old man he replies with an uncertain look.

“No, well yes and no. I found him outside our front door, someone must have left him out their” you shrug simply then continue to play with the dog. Happy continues to watch you interact with the puppy a smile pulling at the corners of his lips before he snaps out of it.

“I don’t want a dog” he stares firmly making you scoff

“Good because she’s not your dog, she’s mine” you say in a matter of fact tone while picking up your new family member and walking over to Happy sighing when you see the frown on his face.

“I promise baby, I’ll train her and she’ll be not trouble. Come on, I mean just look at this face” you says holding the small dog up in fort of his face. The dog simply sniffs Hap’s fave before licking him.

“Looks like you’ve made a friend for life” you giggled as Happy made a disgusted face before running over to the sink to wash his face .

“Keep that dog away from my face” that’s all you had to hear before you spent the rest of the night chasing Happy around the house with the dog.

Originally posted by petcornerblog

Who will wait?

Author: Dalila
Ship: Sherlock x Reader
Word count: 2.931
Request: “Hi! Can you do 22 and 68 with Sherlock, please? 😍”
Prompts: 22. “It’s midnight, what do you want?”
                  68. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

           A single tear escaped your eye as you put the cellphone on the table. Even though the conversation seemed calm, inside your heart there was a war happening. Never before had your sister managed to get on your nerve so easily.

           At first you had no idea of what you were going to do. You just sank in your chair, hiding your face in your palms. Trying to calm the hurricane inside your head. So many thoughts racing so fast. You were unable to keep up with your own emotions.

           You ever got that feeling when you’re overwhelmed with uncertainty?

           Your hands were shaking slightly as you approached the door of your flat. Still not making the decision whether to go somewhere or not. And if you go – where shall it be? Your sister’s words pierced your heart even now.

           Come home, you belong here. With us. Everyone who loves you is here. Why hold a candle for London?

            You walked out, facing the evening London sky. As soon as you closed the door behind you, you welcomed the cool air. It flew through your hair, embracing your face in a gentle manner. But instead of picking a direction, you sat on a bench nearby.

           Is there someone who needs you?

           Was there someone who needed her in London?

           At first you didn’t even intend on staying that long there. You needed practice when it came to being a criminal psychologist. Partnership with Scotland Yard seemed to be the perfect occasion to improve your skills. What you didn’t expect was who you had to work with. Self-centred,  narrow-minded, deceitful hypocrites. The only exception was your boss, Greg, but it wasn’t enough. You were so close to leaving London.

           It wasn’t until you met Sherlock when you decided that this place might be worth staying. He may have been arrogant, attention seeking sociopath but he was being honest. Voicing all of his opinions. Sharp, but at the same time good. Perhaps misunderstood…

           You often helped him mess with Scotland Yard, getting him all the permissions he needed, trying to make it easier for him to solve his cases. Occasionally you made a small talk, wanting to get to know him. His attitude bothered you a little, but you couldn’t ignore the way your heart pounded every time you saw him.

           Without knowing how or why, you ended up on Sherlock’s doorstep. Your body was shaking, only then you realized you didn’t even take your coat. Must have forgotten about it. Your hand reached out to knock on his door, but hesitated just before touching the wood. Was it really a good idea? Was there even any idea behind your actions?

           Is there someone who needs you?

           “It’s midnight, what do you want?” Sherlock snapped the door open and looked you over. Probably noticing every single detail that your body could offer him. The expression he wore was his usual one, free of any sign of human emotions. And your heart jumped, as always.

           “I… I think I needed someone to talk to.” You whispered, barely audible. Arms went around your frame, trying to keep the remains of warmth from escaping. Sherlock’s eyes narrowed at your response.

           “John isn’t here. You could have checked before coming all the way here by foot.” He said and began closing the door on you.

           Instinctively you reached out and stopped him from doing so. “Can’t I talk to you?” your lip trembled before your eyes met his. Yours full of some unnamed feeling. Too overwhelming to name. And his – cold, wiped from any sort of emotions.

           “What is the point of talking with me? If you don’t even know what is happening with you.” He hesitated, slowly stepping aside to let you in. Without saying anything you walked past him and sat on a chair. “Because you don’t know what is happening, right?”

           “You’re right…” you whispered, closing your eyes. What were you even doing here? Of course Sherlock Holmes wasn’t the wisest choice of a companion at a moment like that. What was the purpose of coming there? “Maybe you can figure out what is it. You always know everything.”

           Sherlock huffed at you, rolling his eyes as he sank in his chair. “Deduction is not a superpower.” He looked at you as if you were a child who couldn’t understand the most basic thing in life. This gaze often caused a blush on your cheeks, but not this time. “What I can observe is that you’re clearly affected after having a talk with someone. Can’t be anyone from Scotland Yard, you don’t care about their opinions. Most likely a member of your family.”

           “I don’t think…” you gulped, trying to keep yourself from breaking down in front of him. “I don’t think that’s necessary.” You tried to understand why the conversation with your sister brought you to this state. Maybe it was the realization that despite living in London for almost a year, you couldn’t adjust yourself to this city. Your work sucked, there was no one to hold on to. No one would care if you left.

           Is there someone who needs you?

           “What else is? You’re feeling down because of socialization and socialization is your choice of dealing with the problem. So the problem is about people. But there isn’t anyone to associate it with, at least not here.” His words flew towards you and surrounded your mind the way a rope surrounds a hangman’s neck. Tears were flowing down your face, as you unsuccessfully tried to keep it all together. There were holes in your heart you couldn’t close. Not by yourself. But all Sherlock did was creating new holes. “You don’t have anyone here. Everyone you know you consider as fake and selfish. Others are not significant enough to…”

           “Shut up for a moment, Sherlock!” you shouted at him, as you lost all you composed. You were shaking, not just because of the cold, but also because of the sobbing. Your eyes hurt, heartbeat irregular. “Why did you do this?” once more that day you covered your face with your hands, trying to hide your despair from the world.

           “Why did you come here?” Sherlock asked, not moving one inch from his seat. He just observed you, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with you. He had no idea of what comforting people was about. He couldn’t understand how people couldn’t tell what they were feeling. “I told you, I’m not the kind of person to have a friendly chit-chatting. If you needed comfort, you wasted your time coming here.” Then he got up from his seat and walked through the kitchen to make some tea. Leaving you on the other chair, sobbing quietly.

           You didn’t dare look at the room for a while, not even knowing if Sherlock came back from the kitchen or not. You tried to process your thoughts, but the whole situation was too much for you to think about it right now. No matter your subconscious intentions of coming here, you felt much worse than you did back at your flat. The place which you couldn’t call home, even though at that moment it did seem a pretty good place to hide.

           “I won’t bother you then.” You whispered, getting up and heading towards the door. Sherlock was right, there was no point in coming there and it was ridiculous to stay any longer. You trembled at the thought of walking back to your flat. No, this time you’d take a cab.

           “Wait a second.” Sherlock told you in his casual tone. You turned to see him sitting back to his chair with a cup of tea in his hand. “One thing I know is that there is a question you’ve been dying to ask me.” Without even looking back at you, he took his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text. “Are you really gonna leave without asking me?” he raised his eyebrows, as you stared in his eyes.

           Is there someone who needs me?

           You needed to swallow before you could answer his question without breaking into tears once more. “You always know everything without asking people for information.” You even managed to give him a weak smile before grabbing the knob. “In this case I’m the one who knows the answer without asking the question. Goodbye, Sherlock.” You opened the door.

           “Your cab is waiting for you. Bye, (Y/N)” Sherlock said before taking a sip from his cup. How did he… Of course he knew.

           Or is there someone that you need?

          “You’re really coming back?” your sister’s voice on the phone sounded happier than it had in months. “This is so sudden, (Y/N). But I’m so happy to see you again! When is your flight?”

          “Hold your horses.” You laughed into the cellphone, but even you could tell it was a dry laugh. Your heart was aching. Probably the perspective of coming back home made you homesick. Probably you just wished you could be already home. “I need to wrap things up before I leave. It may take a while. But I hope I’ll make it home before the month ends.” All you knew was that your heart was aching for something. And it didn’t get easier.

          Will you wait for me?
          Or shall I wait for you?

          “You heard about (Y/N)?” John asked Sherlock while they were investigating a body in the St. Bart’s morgue. For the past few days Sherlock was slightly more silent than usual. John thought it could be because of their newest case which did seem unique. What he didn’t know was that Sherlock was still puzzled about the night you came into his flat, seeking comfort.

          “About what exactly?” Sherlock asked nonchalantly, observing the mysterious spots on the corpse’s ankles.

          “(Y/N) phoned me last night, she wanted to say goodbye. She said that the work with Scotland Yard is not her thing and she’s coming home by the end of the month.” John took in the way Sherlock’s face looked. But there was no visible change, even for John.

          “As far as I remember, their partnership was supposed to be temporary. It shouldn’t come as a surprise.” However Sherlock was a master in hiding his thoughts from the world. He didn’t understand what was happening. He anticipated that soon you’d quit your job and come back home to people who did matter to you. And yet when it turned into a fact, the thought was unsettling. Why did he feel like this?

          Will you wait for me?
          Or shall I wait for you?

          “What can I say, it was a real pleasure – having you here.” Lestrade offered you a small smile as you finished packing your stuff from the office. “And it’s definitely not pleasant to lose you.”

          You only laughed at his words. Oh, you were going to miss your boss. “There’ll come someone else. Maybe even better than me.” There was the last stack of files to pack, but you didn’t manage to get them all at once. The last file stayed on the desk and you looked at it. Your very first criminal to interrogate here. Caught by Sherlock. That was the very day you first met.

          “I doubt that. There aren’t many people as clever and as kind as you. Usually it’s just one of those things.” He patted you on the shoulder before going back to his office. You offered him one last smile before leaving Scotland Yard for good.

          Which one of us will be the first
          to admit we’ve been wrong.

          It was already dark outside when you finished booking your flight back home. Everything was arranged, the following day was going to be your last one in London. Another chapter of your life closed for good. Even though it didn’t feel as if there was a proper closure.

          The thought of slipping into sweet unconsciousness made you smile, as you put your laptop to your suitcase. Then you heard knocking on the door. It was too late for the landlord, but who else would it be? Slightly nervous you approached the door and opened it.

          “Were you really going to leave without saying goodbye?” you saw Sherlock standing on your doorstep, with his hair dropping water on your floor. It rained outside some time ago.

          “You didn’t get a cab.” You told him, moving aside so he could walk in. The confusion was evident on your face as you watched him. “Why?”

          “Good question. I couldn’t understand why you came to me that night.” Sherlock said, observing himself as if only then he noticed the water on his clothes.

          “Is it about that night? We both know it was just stupid…”

          “No, it wasn’t.” he got up and walked to the window. “I tried doing the same as you did that night, I thought maybe I could then understand what was happening with you. And it struck me just before I knocked on your door. I know the question and I know the answer.” He looked over at you, a proud smile spreading on his face. “I don’t need you.” He told you, as if he it was just another case.

          It took you a moment before you could say anything. You knew the answer ever since your last conversation. You left just so you didn’t have to hear it. You feared the words would sink in your head and haunt you at nights. And suddenly Sherlock came just a day before you’d leave and ruined it all. “Get out…” you whispered, feeling water gathering in your eyes. You headed towards the kitchen, trying to calm yourself.

          “I don’t need you. And you don’t need me.” He continued, following your every step. “I won’t ask you to stay here and you won’t stay because of me. But there is something else to that. You considered it because I was someone you wanted to stay for.” You turned towards him, tears glimmering in your eyes. There was a strong temptation to just slap him for all the words he threw at you like knives. But you decided against that.

          “So what? Yes, I like you! More than I like everyone else here. But it doesn’t matter. You’re not right for me!” you shouted, freeing all the thoughts you buried deep down your heart. Thought you were so afraid of. “It would never work. You don’t feel the way I do, you’re not even capable of that!” you turned from him, your hands meeting at the back of your neck. Tiredness and adrenaline took the better of you. You shouldn’t have said that…

          “I’m not sure about that.” Sherlock said before gently putting his thumb underneath your chin so he could make you face him. You didn’t fight his movements, obeying them. His blue eyes weren’t as icy as they used to be. There was something else hiding beneath the surface. “Romantic interests aren’t my thing. They’re not useful and always get in the way. But I can’t deny the fact you mark my thoughts in ways I cannot understand. You’re the first person that makes me doubt my own thoughts.” His hand moved from under your chin to tenderly caress your cheek. You closed your eyes at his touch and stood there silent.

          “You make me vulnerable in ways I cannot explain. And it drove me mad that I couldn’t understand you that night.” You opened your eyes at him. He lowered his head so his black curls filled your entire vision. Sherlock was all you could see and soon you closed your eyes again, just moments before your lips met.

          The kiss wasn’t passionate or hungry. It was like finding your way in the dark. Finding the light that pulls you out of your worst despair. You gave in quickly and returned the kiss, adding more feeling to it. It was a sweet mix of your warmth and his cold. His other arm went around your waist and pulled you closer to him. And for a moment you just stood there, kissing each other tenderly. It didn’t feel rushed, it felt… right.

          Once you pulled away, you looked at him, swallowing before trying to gather your thoughts. “What is going to happen now?” you asked quietly, dropping your gaze for a moment. Of all things that could happen that night, that one was the last you expected.

          “It’s simple. You’re returning home and I go back to Baker Street. I told you, I don’t need you and you don’t need me.” Sherlock stroked your hair gently, as he spoke with a small smile. “You’ll have your old life back and I’ll have mine. We’re not right for each other. But one day… maybe we’ll find each other again.”

          A smile grew on your lips as you listened to his words. Of course, that was the only solution for the two of you. You understood his point perfectly. Sherlock had his work, one he wouldn’t abandon for anyone. Not you. And you had your family and friends waiting for you. New adventures waited for the both of you, two separate roads. Roads which perhaps would meet again one day.

          “Will you wait for me then? You asked, taking your hand in his. This sort of contact still seemed a new thing for him, but he didn’t pull away, offering you a smile.

          “Maybe. We’ll see how it goes.” his soft chuckle filled the flat before Sherlock tilted his head while still gazing down at you. “And will you wait for me?”

          “Maybe…” you whispered before approaching his lips once more.


Relationship: Bucky x Reader

“Hey can I request something? x Could you maybe write a bucky x reader oneshot/series based on Liability by Lorde it can end angsty or fluffy i dont mind but i really like this song and i love your writing❤️” [Anon]

A/N: It’s an angst and I suck at angsts. Based on this song which I hadn’t heard before but I actually like it. Not sure if this is what you wanted but it’s where my mind took me when listening to the song.

Warnings: None, I don’t think I swore which is shocking.

Words: 1488

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

No relationship is perfect. They have their ups and their downs. But, just like every other relationship, this one seemed perfect and you let yourself believe it would work.

But, just like every other time, you’re watching your heart be crushed in his hands as you spew words just as venomous as his. Every word chips away at your soul.

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A Blue Prince To Own, Chapter 8

“Today’s my birthday.” I remark casually as the tailor is measuring the width of my shoulders, which are probably the broadest part of my body.

Prince Lotor is dressed in his royal finery again as he carefully observes me being fitted for my own. His top half of his hair is pulled up, away from his face, so his eyes are wide and easily visible when they shine curiously. “Birth day?” He asks, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his bed where he’s perched in a way that’s somehow both childlike and refined. “I’m to assume that’s the day… in which you were born, my Blue Prince?”

There’s tape wrapping around my chest as the tailor apathetically instructs that I lift my arms, adding a surprising ‘your highness’ to the end of his statement. I smile and nod, arms lifted. “It carries significance back on earth. You’re supposed to party, eat cake and be with your friends and family. It’s pretty lit. And my birthday is today. I… I’m used to spending it with my family.” My expression falters slightly. It’s enough to catch his attention and the impact is big, immediate. It makes me feel so cherished. It gives me a rush that it shouldn’t and it shouldn’t and that’s what makes my blood run faster. Prince Lotor just seems like a guy who would be fun to fuck with. How bad is that, really?

He grasps at the royal blue comforter in his lap, pawing at it nervously, not unlike a cat seeking comfort. His sharp teeth knead his lip and his eyes get glossier, elvish ears dipping downwards and the tense in his shoulders is noticeable. “I apologize, my Blue Prince, for not asking about your day of birth sooner! I could’ve made you an extravagant party, with the best cake food and - and - ”

“Oh, it’s fine, I guess.” I can’t help but feign a sigh. “I can go one year without celebrating the day I was brought into the world. It’s… not that important, right, Princey?” He immediately looks a wreck at my implications and paws harder at the bed. Christ, I can do this? I have this amount of control here? Back on the castle, the only person I could ever make cry was myself. Power is quickly flooding to my head, but damn, after months of mood swings and misery, I’ll do anything to erase those feelings from my skull, even if I’m doing something wrong.

“Of course not! You are the most precious thing in the universe to me, Blue Prince,” he pulls himself closer to the edge of the bed in my direction, “without you, I’m so alone and miserable. I love you, adore you, worship you, with all of my heart and soul, L- Lance.”

Vaguely, I wonder how long he was keeping a tab on me to have developed feelings so passionate, or maybe Lotor’s just a sucker desperately seeking companionship. Perhaps, it’s both. I know he’s sweet. He’s genuine and his mouth quivers around straight edged, sharp teeth that should scare me, but… it’s all about an advantage. The upper hand. My eye, still swollen shut, throbs at the memory of Keith’s knuckles. I’ve never had an upper hand physically. But, just how easily how I pin someone down emotionally? I know, I’m still dependent on him, I’m still weak, maybe we’re both just playing deceitful mind games, seeing which one cracks first, but that’s fucking exhilarating in a way that Voltron has never been for me.

Blue, she believed so deeply that he was just luring me in when I was at my lowest possible point, when I was my weakest, but maybe she’s all wrong, those ideas she’s been planting in my head dead end theories with nothing sound. Was it fate? That captured me when I couldn’t say no, when I was too weak to, and lead me all the way here? We were both weak. But, one of us can become strong, right? There must be order in this relationship of ours. A… pet and a master? It’s demented, I know, but intrusive thoughts of Princey sitting obediently at my side, giving me the constant validation I crave, feeding me his relentless, undying, loyal love endlessly. Love is probably the strongest feeling a person can ever have. And I could use it to my benefit?

I shake my head quickly. No, no, no, I need to keep those thoughts away. Lotor, he took me in when I was no longer accepted in a place that was supposed to have me unconditionally, he trusts me deeply and looks at me like I’m the only sun that illuminates a cold world. And, his shiny eyes, white hair, loyalty, those are the things that draw me to him. We’re surviving off of each other. But… is this thing love? Maybe I’m just dependent. Maybe I’m subconsciously drawn to that praise that is addicting. Maybe we’re addicted to what we give each other. Maybe one of us will end up over dosing on separate drugs.

There’s a dark wanting, an evil thing inside me that’s screaming that I’ve been pulled under the water by the chains of my insecurities too long. It tells me to take control. It tells me I’m powerful.

“Love you too, Princey.” I respond sweetly as the tailor claims to be finished and vanishes with my measurements. “And you will always love me?”

“Indefinitely! You… are an exquisite gem, darling. I would give you the entire universe if I could.” Lotor stands and ears closer to me, looking lovely, and I’m contact starved, so I think about all the ways I could suck him dry as I drag my fingers through his hair and pull his lips into mine.

Most of the day passes uneventfully and the tailor informs us that my wardrobe will be finished within a few quintents, days to me. I eat, a lot, mostly because I’ve been missing Earth food so freaking bad, and Lotor just seems to never run out. Cake, burritos, steak, cookie dough, he’s been making a list of every food I’ve mentioned so that I could eat until I burst, which I’m trying to accomplish. I also shower and wear more of his clothes, which smell very distinctly of something fruity and winter fresh - ish.

At the end of the day, he eagerly leads me back to our bedroom, where a present box wrapped in reflective blue paper sits peacefully on the perfectly made bed. I melt at the gesture.

“Aw, Lotor,” I coo, sliding my arms around his waist in a lazy hug, “you didn’t have to!”

“Indeed, I didn’t!” He claims excitedly, moving towards the bed after returning my hug with enthusiasm even Coran would have trouble matching. “However, not only is it your birthday, but I simply wanted to give you a gift! You should have one every single day, in fact.”

That’s so sweet. So… obsessive. I’m baked from his obsession with me and it’s beautiful and exhausting. “Too sweet.” I say, walking over to the box and pulling on the neatly tied pink bow atop. “Too pure, Princey. Too good for me.” It unravels and I tear at the wrapping paper.

“Untrue, my gorgeous Blue Prince,” he gushes, standing at my side expectantly, “for I believe you are the one who is to good for me. Your beauty rivals no other, your personality is a personal gift to anyone you grace with your presence, your eyes a color of blue so bright, all of Earth’s skies, oceans and blueberry pies pale in comparison.”

I sputter at the thoughtful, yet slightly kiddish ending to his statement. “Blueberry pies, huh?” I flip the box over gently to tear off the rest of the paper, excitement flooding my veins, practically bursting. “You’re so adorable, Princey. Actually, I could really go for a blueberry pie about now…” I fade into a mumble as I look at the fine, decorated jeweler box now before me.

“Open it, Lance!” He urges. It fills me with a strange, fuzzy warmth to hear him say my name. “Please, tell me if you do not like it. I will immediately find you a more suitable present.”

I lift the box open with stuttering fingers and my eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. I knew Lotor was royalty and stuff but… Jesus H. Christ on a unicycle, to put it lightly. I shift for a second, thinking about how my Mama would slap the Cuban out of me if she knew how many times I’d used the lords name in vain. Today. I miss her, but I can’t think about her very well when I have the shiniest gold necklace I’ve ever seen in front of me.

It’s easily beautiful, with intricate loops and a small network of gold lace that leads to a center piece, a big, blue gem surrounded by more delicate gold designs to hold it in place. “It’s… holy fuck, Lotor, it’s so pretty. I’ve never…” My heart gives a strong, hard thump against my ribcage. I swallow down the flood of emotions even as tears are rushing to my eyes. “No one’s ever given me anything this nice before.”

“I don’t see how any wise creature could look into your eyes and not fall victim, give everything they own and more to you, just for one smile.” Prince Lotor says in a soft voice, close to my ear. “The universe… it’s so big, dark, empty, full of fear and the unknown. I’ve been afraid of the place I’ve been taught to rule for so many years, but you make it all so bright. I’d give anything for this feeling I have with you to never go away. I…” he swallows hard, I can hear it. “I would go crazy without you by me. I’ll do anything if you’ll just stay.”

Here, I know. None of this is real, right here I know, we’re poison running through each other’s life. Because I’m not stupid. I’m not blind. However, I’m human and dude just gave me a golden necklace that could make me rich on Earth, fed me until I couldn’t see straight, and told me I could live happily forever if I’ll just stay with him. That’s a pretty good deal on its own and maybe happily ever after might be achieved if something dark and ugly wasn’t eating up my insides. The average human will feel greed all throughout their lives, in small doses. The black sheep in the herd will feel it all at once and it will be all consuming, uncontrollable.

And I’ve never been a greedy boy, until now, when I could hold a prince in the palm of my hand and he’s offering his free will to me on a silver platter.

“Anything and everything,” I correct as he clicks the necklace around my throat, riches resting against my pulse, “because you’ll give me everything, right?”

“R - right, darling.”

A sinister smile I didn’t know that I owned stretches from one end of my cheek to the other because won’t Voltron appreciate a Blue Prince now? Will they sob at the mention of my name, mourning over the loss of me, aching sorrow filling them, stinging regret, the feeling of being useless, just like how I felt? Will they kneel at my feet, begging me to come back when I never will?

There is a new order arising. The odds are in my favor. And it’s only a matter of time until I’m like a… King, around here. I touch the jewel around my neck before knotting my fists in his hair and reeling him down to eye level, so he understands too, who is in charge here.

I’d very much like everything, Princey.”

Chapter 9:

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where one half of Everlark discovers a secret about the other half...

Hi Anon, sorry it took me two lifetimes to respond to your ask… I ran into a massive case of writer’s block and then I had a baby, which actually helped get this drabble running.

I’m sorry if this isn’t quite what you expected, but hey, the prompt was opened enough 😳… hope you like it.

Unbetaed. Inspired on the extra day/night we had to stay at the hospital with my baby.


I’m curled up in the armchair of the hospital room I’ve been occupying for the last three days. I’ve been in the same position for about an hour, the fake, green leather of the chair that has seen better days, has made every inch of my skin in direct contact with it, sticky and sweaty.

I can’t recall the last time I’ve blinked either; my eyes have watered and dried up again in an endless loop, giving me a headache I’ll be hard pressed to get rid of in days, but my pupils will stay trained in the squirmy bundle, moving in spasmodic twitches until I can look no more. My stomach has long since stopped growling with hunger, finally realizing feeding myself isn’t a priority at the moment.

There will be no force on earth that’ll move me from my spot until the blue lights bathing the whole room in its eerie glow, have finally been turned off…


Except for that voice of course.

My eyes dart to the open door, and I could cry with relief at the sight of him: stocky built, average height, ashy blond hair that falls in waves messily all over his head, and the most breathtaking blue eyes a guy could ask for. But all I do is stand up so fast I get dizzy. I’m not allowed to seek his comfort and steadiness anymore, and the distrust in his features, painfully reinforces that notion. I robbed myself of the warmth of his arms.

“You came!” I squeak nervously while taking a step towards him, I can’t stop my stupid hammering heart from hoping. Even to my ears, the relief is palpable in my voice.

“Yeah,” he says in a isn’t-it-obvious tone, “You called me and said–” that’s as far as he gets before choking up and shutting his mouth entirely; he averts those deep blues I’ve missed so much to roam all over the room instead, zeroing in on the spot my eyes had been trained on not a minute ago.

“It’s that…?” His usually smooth voice falters, and without waiting for my answer he’s crossed the room in two strides. He’s always been heavy footed, but right now he’s as swift as a gazelle.

I stand behind him, giving him ample room to look and come to terms with what he’s seeing.

“How… um… how is everything…evolving?” He asks unsure, an edge of fear in his voice that makes my heart constrict with guilt and longing.

I open my mouth to answer but before the first word can even leave my throat, there’s a soft knock on the still opened door, and in comes the best buffer I could’ve hope for.

“Miss Everdeen,” says a tired looking middle aged man, Dr. Aurelius. He’s soft spoken, but I can’t help to appreciate his bedside manners, “I just got the result of Willow’s last bili serum test.” He stops and looks past me. “You must be mr. Mellark, Willow’s father,” he states more than asks.

I look behind me, the moment of truth is here even before I expected it and not at all how I’ve planned for it. I’m sure he’d see every emotion playing on my face right now, if only he were looking at me, but his eyes are fixed on the doctor, ignoring my internal warring.

He steps forward, shaking Dr. Aurelius’ hand with his usual vigor. “Peeta Mellark, sir. Nice to meet you.”

“Ferguson Aurelius, Head Neonatologist of Panem Medical Center. I’ve heard many good things about you, son. I’m glad to finally be able to speak with the both of you about Willow’s prognosis and care plan.”

Peeta makes a sound at the back of his throat, I bite my lip in anticipation of what he’ll say next, because although the good doctor has indeed heard all kinds of good things about my baby daddy, Peeta has only learned about my little secret some 20 minutes ago, when I finally grew a spine and called him, after I was faced with the necessity of the blue lights and all the complications jaundice could bring to my three day old daughter.

I feel terrible this is what finally pushed me to seek him out and come clean about me having his baby after breaking his heart and walking away from him. Truth be told, when I found out about it, I tried calling him a thousand times, I just didn’t think he’d forgive me for walking out in him, let alone want to raise a child with me.

I was just too scared of how quick and hard I had fallen for him. I was scared of how much I needed him to reciprocate that love, and I ran before something could make my fears a reality.

I was an idiot.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ve been working at my bakery until just now, I figured coming to the maternity ward covered in flour wasn’t the best idea.” He gives the doctor one of his self deprecating smiles, and continues, “But I came as soon as Katniss called, saying there was a problem with… little Willow.” Peeta chances a glance at me, the way he says our baby’s name, as if savoring it, lets me know he will let me have a piece of his mind soon enough.

All I can do is lower my sight to the ground, and listen to the rest of the conversation. I feel my eyes fill with tears. He won’t expose me, won’t let my secret be known, he’s still protecting me, even though I know keeping Willow’s existence from him has hurt him in the worst possible way.

“Well, thank you for being considerate to all my patients,” Dr. Aurelius says with some humor himself. Then his tone turns serious, “Are you familiar with Willow’s condition?” He asks.

“Familiar enough. I googled some stuff about it, when I got Katniss’ call.”

“Very well, then let me be brief: Willow got tested for bilirubin, which is a standard test for newborns with certain tell signs. Her results came back at 13.3. While 13 is not an entirely bad number, and it’s still 2 levels under Jaundice, it would be irresponsible of me to do nothing about it, so with ms. Everdeen’s approval, we started phototherapy as a means to fend off the advance of jaundice. In the standard form of the treatment, your baby will lie in the crib only in her diaper and an eye protective band, while being exposed to a type of fluorescent light that is absorbed by her skin. She’ll be under the lights for 12 hours, that’ll be broken into 3 hour segments, where she can be fed, held and diapered for up to 30 minutes, and then returned to the bassinet and lights.

“If her levels keep hiking up, her health could be seriously compromised. I know you were both hoping to take your baby home today, but I’ve decided Willow will benefit from an extra night with us under the lights. Any questions?”

“I guess, I’m wondering what caused the condition in the first place? Is there anything we could’ve done to prevent it? What else can we do to help her get better?” Peeta’s steadfast mask crumbles with his many questions, I can’t help but to be captivated by how much care, even love, I detect in his borderline frantic questioning.

It feels like being stabbed in the chest, to know he already cares for Willow so much, and he just had a quick glimpse of her in her plastic bassinet, under the fluorescent blue lights that distort her sweet features.

Me, I got to carry her inside me for 38 weeks, then after I delivered her, I got to hold her close to my heart, fed her, sing to her, changed her diapers.

I love her now, but when I first found out I was expecting her… let’s just say, with my old fears and baggage, it was a different story, but Peeta deserves a child, he has always wanted them so badly, which was one of the reasons I left, breaking his heart in the process. Peeta was born to be a daddy, but I squandered his daughter away from him, even though I was the one who never wanted children until I felt her stirring inside my belly… I can’t imagine how betrayed and angry he must feel.

Doctor Aurelius clears his throat, and holds Peeta’s gaze as if weighing him down before answering, but the man floors me with his next words.

“Ms. Everdeen has done everything any good parent would’ve done in her place, Mr. Mellark. I hope you know that.” He pauses just for a moment. “Nothing going on with your child’s elevated bilirubin levels is in anyway a reflection of your, or hers, parental skills, or even your competence as caregivers. Jaundice, is in fact very common in newborns and highly treatable. You have done what any responsible parent would, and put your daughter’s wellbeing before your own comfort. The fact that you not only have already chosen a pediatrician for your baby and set up an appointment already- and believe me, that’s more than I can say about most other parents I’ve met in this hospital- the fact that you’ve taken care of her future medical provider, tells me, Willow is in very capable hands. With all this, I want to say, both you, and us, are doing everything we need and can do to help Willow stay healthy.”

There’s quiet for a moment, Peeta shifts on his feet and gives a tired chuckle. “I’m afraid I didn’t have anything to do with the choosing of the pediatrician. That was all Katniss, but I trust her judgment when it comes to important things like choosing a doctor for… our baby.” He keeps his eyes stubbornly on his feet.

“All the same, Mr. Mellark, I’m confident you and Ms. Everdeen will take good care of my patient, once I’ve released her to you, hopefully tomorrow. Until then, please take some rest. Once the baby goes home, sleep will become a commodity you’ll yearn for!” With that last comment and a ragged laugh from me and Peeta, the doctor walks out of the room.

A cold, deafening silence falls in thick waves all over us, suffocating at least me. I’m feeling too many awful emotions to look at him, but I feel his eyes burning a hole through my skull.

“You’re a piece of work,” he says with contempt.

I shouldn’t get defensive, but just like that, all my guilt, fear and longing disappear, inflaming my anger instantly. “You’re no angel either, lying through your teeth,” I throw back, regretting the words immediately.

I see the rage gathered in his eyes, a mutt ready to strike, biting my head off. “And not even a bit nice, even after the biggest lie came from you!”

“I was never know for being the nice one in this relationship!” I snap. There’s a pregnant silence between us before I say weakly, “You were.” I wrap my arms around my middle and shrink back into the hospital bed. “I’m sorry.”

I haven’t really sink completely into the mattress when I find myself engulfed in the warmth of his arms and comfort of his scent: cinnamon and dill, from the breads he must’ve baked today.

Oh how I missed this. Oh how much I don’t deserve the comfort, yet how much I crave it. I can’t bring myself to push him away, not now that my stiffened shoulders shake while the ugly sobbing rakes through me. It’s weird, feeling the stress of the last few days, of probably the whole pregnancy, melt away with just one hug, but too soon he’s stepping away from me, and I claw at his shoulders like a drowning kitten pawing at its rescuer for dear life.

“Stay with me!” I beg almost hysterically.

“Always,” he kneels before me, wiping away the tears falling down my face, then he adds with some fear and hesitation, “if you allow it,”

“I’ll allow it!” I nod frantically, trying to convince him.

“You have to promise me, you’ll let me stay and help. I don’t think my heart could stand not being around Willow, now that I know she exists.”

I lean backwards, staring straight into his eyes, all shadow of doubt gone from my voice, “I’ll never keep her from you. Even if you and I don’t work out ever again, I’ll never keep her from her daddy. I won’t do that to my daughter.”

“Good,” he says and smiles at me sweetly. All anger stored away for now, probably even for good. “Now, tell me all about… well, everything.”

I smile to myself, looking past him and at the bundle under the blue lights.

“Her feeding is in ten minutes. We can keep her out for 30 minutes. You can feed her a bottle of breastmilk I expressed before you arrived, then you can feel how the fussy hair of her head feels like velvet under your fingers. She’s so soft, and beautiful, you’ll lover her! ” I tell him proudly, almost giddy with the excitement of him holding his baby girl for the first time ever.

“I’m already a goner,” he responds equally excited. “Now, about that feeding… I’ve fed my nephews, but I’ve never changed a diaper. How do I go about that? I wanna do everything!”

I chuckled at his enthusiasm.

Phototherapy has proven to fix more than bilirubin levels today.

serpent | archie andrews x reader

Originally posted by storycrackimagines


written by: rosie and kelly

edited by: emma

anonymous said: can you do 94 and 93 AU where things in Riverdale never happen like Jason’s death and all that the reader was a South Side serpent and she’s dating Archie

prompt: 93- “if you walk out that door, you’re no longer one of us. you’ll be one of them and that means i’ll treat you like one of them” & 94- “i left everything for this, i left it all for you!”

chapter song: stay with me // sam smith

“i don’t want to fight right now" you admit defeated, your hands in your hair as you bicker with your long time boyfriend in his kitchen yet again. 

the tension had been building since the day archie found you in that bar with a black leather jacket that had the words ‘southside serpent’ embroidered in the back; the same tension that was now just threatening to explode

“and you think i do? y/n you don’t understand-” he argues back, his muscle tensing as he clenches his fists in anger.

“I don’t understand what archie?-” you start shaking your head furiously.

“that i was a serpent? that i live under the poverty line in the southside? that im no good for you?” you finish yelling at the red headed boy.

“i’m not like the other girls archie, i’ll never be a river vixen or some preppy excuse of a teenage. i like who i am archie, i know who i am” he shook his head at you, like he knew exactly what you were going to say.

“i don’t want you to be like those other girls, i don’t want you to be a cheerleader! i just don’t want you to be one of them” he yells back smacking his fist down on the bench.

“you know i’m not one of them anymore! i left everything for this, i left it all for you!” salty tears roll down your cheeks but your quick to swipe them away, not wanting the satisfaction of archie watching your walls slowly break down.

he sighs defeatedly, stepping toward you but you step back like his skin was made of fire, not wanting to seek his comfort. you are simply livid and that can’t be fixed with a kiss and an apology.

“i’m sorry babe can we just go back to bed?” he offers trying once again to reach for you but you smack away his hands shaking your head.

“don’t you get it arch? i had to leave my family leave everything that makes me, me for you. and you don’t even appreciate it, archie ill never be the girl you want me to be.”

“that’s not true” he defends almost immediately “i love-”

“don’t” you interrupt

“but i l-” he tries again stepping forward

i said don’t” you yell ceasing to care if it woke anyone.

a still silence begins to fill the house like smoke; thick enough to feel and suffocate them both. archie shares a defeated glance, looking guilty. and so he should be.

you speak first breaking the sickly silence

“i can’t do this anymore”

the words echoed through the room. 

archie’s expression did a complete flip. from sadness to anger.

“what are you talking about?” he snapped.

“i’m talking about us.” i confirmed.

“so you’re telling me that after all is said and done, after all of the changes i made to benefit this relationship, you’re willing to throw it all away?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“im telling you that if you’re not okay with my past and my family’s history, i’m not okay with…”

“with what?” he spat.

“with us being together anymore.” i sighed. 

that silence filled the room again. this time it was hostile. i could physically feel his anger, it was radiating off of his body. he stiffened.

“wow.” he blurted.

i look up at him, he puts his hands behind his head. 


“nope.” he cut me off.

i was taken aback, i must admit.

“when we first met, you said that you didn’t want to date me because you would break my heart.” he continued.

i could see the glazed look of tears in his lash line.

“and then i won you over, y/n y/l/n, my dream girl. and i was so happy.” he described, with a smile on his face.

“and i found out that you were a serpent. and then i understood why such a beautiful girl with such an amazing soul didn’t have a boyfriend. it was too messy, all of the guys that you were around disappointed you.” he opened up a whole different side to the story.

he was talking about my dad, who skipped town to stay out of trouble, and my older brothers who were in prison. 

“don’t bring them into this.” i hiss.

archie looks at me, knowing that he just crossed a major line.

“you don’t understand. i am a serpent. i have had that jacket since i was 3 years old sitting on my dad’s lap, watching them talk about who they were gonna smack that night. you think that you understand me, but you don’t. this is in my blood.” i shot.

archie shakes his head.

“no you don’t get to use that as you excuse. my worst fear is to find out that somebody has hurt you, you don’t understand it’ll kill me y/n.” he pleaded.

i just look at him.

“if you leave right now, my fear is that the next time we’ll see each other is at your funeral.” he stammered, looking at me deep in the eyes.

i grab my bag from next to me.

i pull out the jacket that is all too familiar and put it on knowing all the while his eyes were trained on my every move.

“bring me tulips, they’re my favorite.” i state.

“what?” he croaked, voice breaking. he was confused.

“for my casket.”


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Calling it Hope

Summary: Abby misses Marcus after returning from Polis, so she seeks comfort in his room, his trinkets, his clothes. Of course, because she’s back in Arkadia, nothing is ever really private…and she learns some news that changes everything for her and the man she loves. 

(Translated, my Abby/Raven brotp feelings got away from me and I cried three times while writing this and it’ll probably have another chapter).

Everything looked like him, smelled like him, felt like him.

From the trinkets on his bedside table to the paintings on the wall, Abby could practically sense Marcus Kane in the room. She could see him sitting in the chair at his small metal table poring over maps of the surrounding area, laying in bed reading one of the numerous books from his amassed quantity on his bookshelf, gently hanging his guard jacket on the hook on the back of the door.

He was everywhere and nowhere, with her and in Polis.

Some logical part of her knew it was silly, girlish even, to come wandering into his room in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. What was she, a lovesick teenager? She’d only returned from Polis that morning, could still taste their goodbye kiss on her tongue. His “may we meet again” still echoed in her heart, her head, written into her pulse. A few hours was by no means enough to stir the deepest depths of absence-induced longing in her heart, but it was enough to make her uncomfortable: enough to drive her thoughts back along the path she’d travelled and up into their room in the tower.

What was he doing right now? Had Roan fought and won? Was the alliance still intact? And if it wasn’t, had he, Octavia, and Indra gotten out of the city safely?

Again, logic: there was little merit in giving weight to unfounded questions and doubts. But with Luna’s arrival – and illness – it had been a chaotic day, and Abby had quickly begun tiring of reining in her wayward brain. Her exhaustion pushed her doubts into a downward spiral, and a constant, nagging churning in her stomach hadn’t subsided since she heard the Polis gates close behind her. It had become increasingly difficult to force herself to remain sensible where Marcus Kane was concerned.

Such ruminations would be typical of the kids – of Monty and Harper, maybe, whom she’d just learned were in a relationship – but she was a grown woman, well past having learned how to cope with the absence of the man she loved. She constantly reminded herself that Marcus was fine, that this was by no means the first time they’d been separated, that they’d been parted during far more strenuous times in the past. All things considered, this separation should have given her less cause to worry than the others.

And yet, when she woke from a hellacious City of Light flashback of a nightmare, there was only one person she wanted to see. One man whose arms she wished were around her, one voice she wanted to hear soothing her as she briefly struggled to see through the hazy mirage of dreams. But her bed was empty, the sheets around her cold with his absence, her skin cool without the warmth of him beside her. As she took a seat in one of the cold metal chairs at his table and rested her elbows on the surface – then her head in her hands – she took deep breaths and tried to shove the tears searing at the corners of her eyes into submission.

It may have been late – later than almost anyone else in Arkadia would be awake – but she’d left the door open out of an informal self-reassurance. She couldn’t give into this now: not when they’d only been separated for less than a day. She just needed to be here, she told herself, for a few minutes. To feel him for long enough to calm her racing heartbeat, to absorb the remnants of his smile and laughter that remained in those stationary objects. Being here was like sitting in the sunlight; she felt safe, warm, hopeful.

When she was here, she was with Marcus.

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This scene is so important to Bellamy Blake’s development. For 4 Seasons his mantra about Octavia has been “My sister. My responsibility.” It’s his way of saying that he will always find a way to keep her safe, to protect her, to keep her from harm. 

In this moment, Bellamy is realizing that, although he still feels Octavia is his responsibility (and probably always will in some way/shape/form as that is typical father/big brother behavior) he has failed in what he considers his utmost duty: protecting her and it’s a realization he’s been working towards since Season 3.

And it’s not protecting her from physical harm. I’m pretty sure Bellamy accepted that Octavia can hold her on in physical battle a while ago, way back in Season 1, if we’re being honest, but he still believed that he could protect her from other forms of pain if he just tried hard enough. Bear with me, this might get long.

In Season 3, after Lincoln has died, we can see his ideology (that he can still protect/take care of Octavia’s emotional state) begin to crumble, even as he forcibly tries to hold it together. In 3*10 (Fallen), when Octavia and the others return to the cave without Lincoln and she releases her pain onto him, he allows this not just because he believe he deserves it, but also because he think she needs it. He is trying to take care of Octavia’s emotional state here:

(it hurt to go back and skim this script segment-someone give me a cookie.) That’s the first time he attempted to care for her emotionally and it did not work. 

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kuroken; kenma seeks comfort in his best friend.

Kuroo’s mother lets him in. Kenma nods to her, removing his shoes and placing them in an empty space in the genkan. He heads up the stairs with a familiar ease, socked feet barely making a sound as he turns into the first room on the left.

Kuroo is sprawled across his bed, laptop balanced on his long legs stretched out in front of him. He’s wearing the dumb cat-themed sweater Kenma gave him as a joke one birthday and his glasses. He looks up when Kenma enters.

“Hey,” Kuroo says. “What’s up?”

Kenma shrugs. He knows Kuroo is watching him with those sharp eyes, picking up all the little clues in the way his toes wiggle in his Pokemon socks, the way his gaze flits to the floor, the way his fingers fiddle with the hem of his jacket. Kenma takes in a breath and tries, anyway. “Are you—Can I. Keep you company.”

“Sure. Come here.”

Kenma does, crawling onto Kuroo’s bed without hesitation. The older boy makes room for him, shuffling over with laptop in tow, unplugging the charger and tossing it onto the floor so it doesn’t strangle them both. He lifts his arm, and Kenma curls up into Kuroo’s side, tilting his head into the curve of his best friend’s shoulder. Fingers find their way into his hair, then a familiar stroking rhythm begins, and Kenma feels the tightness in his chest loosen just a bit.

“What are you working on?” he asks quietly. He left his phone on his desk when he made a dash for Kuroo’s house. He busies his hands with the zipper of his jacket.

“Ah, just doing some extra research. I was finishing my essay but got distracted by this paper I found…”

Kenma doesn’t understand and doesn’t really care to understand the science that spouts out of Kuroo’s mouth, but neither of them minds. He keeps his gaze fixed on the screen in front of them, and Kuroo keeps running his hand through his hair. Quietly, while his breathing to the body next to him, Kenma lets Kuroo’s voice wash over him. The heaviness in his chest slowly fades to a memory.

When Kuroo pauses, Kenma shifts until his face is pressed against Kuroo’s shirt. “Thanks, Kuro,” he whispers.

Kuroo doesn’t reply out loud, but the hug he gives Kenma is answer enough. Anytime, Kenma.

Updated FFXV FanFics Masterlist

Here’s a list of FanFics broken down by characters:


Walk Tall: Upon sacrificing his life to bring back dawn, Noctis must walk the path of the after life and learn what it means to truly live. (2005 words, rated teen, genre: tragedy, angst, drama)

Caught in the Cross Hair: He thought he finally had a friend he could trust. The only kid in school who never saw him as the prince. Yet here Noctis was with a gun pointed at his head. (811 words, rated teen, genre: angst, friendship, drama)

Living the Nightmare: The anniversary of Insomnia’s fall always cast shadows of despair but one year thrusts Noctis’s family into a brand new hell. Sequel to “Cross to Bear.” (3,451 words, rated teen, genre: angst, family, hurt)

Cross To Bear: A mysterious new friend drives a wedge between Noctis and his daughter.  Now Noctis is forced to face a demon of his own past.  A request portraying Noctis and Luna as parents.  (3,361 words, rated general, genre: family, angst, hurt)

A Thousand Miles: Upon leaving Insomnia, Noctis reflects on his impending arranged marriage to Lady Lunafreya.  A NoctLuna fic (1,786 words, rated general, genre: romance, angst)

Life Line: In a time of chaos, one must retreat to solitude in order to find clarity and the will to press on.  A child Noctis fic. (2,332 words, rated general, genre: angst, hurt/comfort)


Isolation: Paranoia drives Prompto to irrational madness (797 words, rated teen for language, genre: angst)

Ghost Within The Shell: When Prompto has lost hope, Aranea teaches him what it means to be human (1543 words, rated general, genre: angst)

Branded: After becoming wounded Prompto must decide whether to reveal a deeply held secret to Ignis (1053 words, rated general, genre: friendship, mild angst)

Bed Fellows: A restless night and fears of traversing war torn roads sends Prompto to seek comfort in his best friend’s arms. (3 chapters, complete, rated teen, genre: friendship, hurt/comfort, fluff)

Facade: When your life has been nothing more than one lie after another, how do you sever the chains that continues to bind you to your past?  A fic request. (1,802 words, rated teen, genre: angst, hurt, romance)

Damned Since Birth: Held captive in Zegnautus Keep, Prompto comes to terms with his own identity while wondering if his parents had known the truth all along. A fic request. (2,297 words, rated general, genre: family, hurt, angst)

Hope’s Ray of Light: Even years after the war with Niflheim had ended, Prompto realizes that the cruel has not grown any less cruel. Companion piece/sequel to “The Soul of Humanity.”  A Promnis fic  (3,019 words, rated teen, genre: angst, family, hurt)

Ghost of Myself: A secret rendezvous leads to the securing of a Niflheim defector but none could imagine the secrets he possessed.  A speculative fic of what Prompto’s life was like in Niflheim, written before learning about the Ultimana.  (Chapters: 7, in-progress, 12,648 words, rated mature, genre: angst, drama, friendship, triggers: bullying and abuse)

Scarred: Prompto is faced with a demon from his past which puts him at odds with Ignis. (2,070 words, rated general, genre: angst, drama, friendship)

Piercing Through the Darkness:  Noctis is jealous of Prompto’s sharp shooting abilities and wants in on his secret. My first FFXV fic and one I’m very proud of and ended up using in Ghost of Myself.  Written before learning about the Ultimania.  (2,335 words, rated teen, genre: angst)

A Promise Fulfilled: Prompto swore to never take a life again if he could help it but what happens when Prompto is gifted with a new gun?  Sequel to “Piercing Though the Darkness” and written before learning about the Ultimania. (2,276 words, rated teen, genre: angst and friendship)


Practice Makes Perfect: Upon receiving news about the pending peace treaty, Ignis helps to comfort Noctis’s fears. (937 words, rated teen, genre: romance, angst)

Twilight Dreams: When Noctis has his mind set to something, there was nothing to stop him.  Now Ignis has no choice but to make sure he stays out of trouble. (1901 words, rated general, genre: friendship)

Spices of Life: Ignis tries his hands at cooking for the first time and his first challenge is to prepare Noctis’s most hated vegetable (916 words, rated general, genre: comedy, friendship)

Not Before Coffee: Caffeine deprivation and a prince who refuses to get out of bed. (471 words, rated teen, genre: comedy)

Death Trap: There’s a reason Ignis does not trust Noctis behind the wheel. (573 words, rated general, genre: comedy)

Fallen: Falling in love during the time of war can either grow or kill hope. Written for FFXV Rare Pairs Week for the 7th day prompt Final Fantasy AU.  This is the AU where our favorite boy band are actually all girls. (971 words, rated general, genre: AU, angst)

The Soul of Humanity: After Noctis’s sacrifice, the boys try to find their place in life and carry on after the decade of the world in ruins. Ignis reflects on a major bump in his road to find happiness with his family.  A Promnis fic and prequel to “Hope’s Ray of Light” (3,526 words, rated teen, genre: angst, hurt, family)

Slice of Heaven: It’s not easy training to be the future king’s advisor so Ignis must find his outlet to relieve stress.  A young Ignis fic.  (1,108 words, rated general, genre: family, written in honor of Ignis’s birthday)

Joy Riding: Ignis always tells the prince to keep the recklessness to a medium but does anyone ever listens to him? (1,227 words, rated general, genre: comedy sprinkled with angst)

Jammed: Pressing his ear against the closed door, Ignis blushes as he eavesdrops on a conversation between Noctis and a mysterious new visitor. (1,132 words, rated teen, genre: comedy)


Ocean Soul: Setting out on a voyage with her father changed Sania’s life forever after a chance encounter with a mysterious merman. (712 words, rated general, genre: au, romance)

Misty Wonders: A camping trip brings Gladio closer to beautiful wonders and blessings in a time of peace. (1019 words, rated general, genre: romance, fluff)

Ray of Light: Even in ten years of darkness, Gladio finds the light of his life and does not plan to let her go. Inspired by a fic request. (545 words, rated general, genre: fluff, some angst, comedy)

Suffering Through Silence: After the attack on Altissia, Gladio is left grieving over a war that has no end. Inspired by the incident between Gladio and Noctis on the train. (1,480 words, rated teen, genre: angst, family, hurt)

Guardian Angel: Gladio contemplates his future as he prepares to fulfill his role as the King’s Shield. A little drabble based on a personal head canon. Takes place during the 10 years of darkness. (932 words, rated general, genre: angst)

The Shield and the Blossom: A sibling ficlet after darkness has descended over all of Eos. Iris is determined to join the ranks of the elite hunters. (851 words, rated general, genre: family)


The Chosen’s Curse: The Six granted him the healer’s light only to slowly have it be extinguished by the Starscourge (527 words, rated general, genre: angst)

Deliverance: In the wake of Insomnia’s fall, Ardyn stands before the stolen crystal in search of his destiny. Takes place right after “Kingsglaive.” (882 words, rated general, genre: angst)

The Plague of Men: A man once chosen to protect mankind becomes consumed by his desire for revenge after being betrayed by his closest kin. Prequel to the game.  (1,623 words, rated teen, genre: angst)


From a Distance: It began as a reconnaissance mission - a quick, silent in and out - but what he found would forever change a life. (2266 words, rated general, genre: fluff, family)


Apple of My Eye: Fearing his friend will chicken out, Clarus lends Regis a helping hand.  Fic request (894 words, rated general, genre: fluff)