she began to relax

❝ I want her with me. ❞

Plot: You and Yoongi are both idols and you’re dating. During a Music Award Show he confesses you’re his girlfriend. 

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 2,8k+

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“PDnim wants to talk to me, can you stay here with Hobi waiting for me?”  

Yoongi’s request, you just nodded with lightness, giving him a little peck onto his cheek.  

You were accustomed to his continual disappearances, so the fact that he left you alone at that time with Hoseok didn’t bother you that much. In fact, you appreciate spending time with the rest of the Bangtan, because they were as much important as of your own family.  

He smiled at you and your heart made a little flip, not yet accustomed to that sweetness that brightened his eyes every time he looked at you. Nine months and you still felt like a little girl struggling with the first crush.  

“Y/N, come and dance with me!” Hoseok screamed and dragged you to the center of the big Rehearsal room, shaking his head repeatedly; “I don’t accept a no, Y/N. I know you know how to dance!”  

“Hobi I can’t compete with you, you’re a dance freak!”  

“In fact, you have to dance with me, don’t compete!”  

You could not argue with that statement because he was theoretically right, so giggling you started to follow the rhythm of music and move along with him, without being able to keep the laughter. With Jung Hoseok it was practically impossible not to laugh.  

“You say we can change Jin Hyung with you? You dance much better than him! ”  

“Brat I heard you! You should be thankful I don’t spit into your food when I cook! ”  

Seokjin’s voice took you by surprise and you immediately hopped towards him, worried that Hoseok’s “harsh” sentence had been able to offend him in some way. You did puppy’s eyes and he smiled at you, making you sigh with relief. You were still not accustomed to the way they sometimes joked with each other, you cared like a mom nobody was offended or they fight due to trivial things..  

Dating Yoongi had, automatically, involved acquiring six brothers to care for.  

“Yoongi?? He must come and try the outfit for the show tomorrow night. ” Seokjin murmured, made a mess with your hair gently, laying his gaze on Hoseok that just shrugged his shoulders.  

“PDnim wanted to talk to him.. and about the show, I have to go… I also have to try my dress. Can you tell Yoongi that I had to run away?” You asked, hopping to the table to retrieve your purse. Seokjin and Hoseok watched you, amused and cheered by your presence.  

They still wondered how it was possible that you and Yoongi were a couple because you two were completely opposed. But maybe that was your secret, even because they didn’t know the most private side of you.  

Hoseok hugged you from behind, greeting and pretending desperation that you had to go away, so you gave him a pinch on his arm and he pretended to fall to the ground in pain.  

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll tell him.. And don’ mind Hoseok ” Seokjin reassured you with a caring and sweet tone while you threw him a flying kiss, which he pretended to take by making a small leap.  

Coming out of the rehearsal room you ran towards one of the side exits of the building, starting to wear the mask and one of Yoongi’s hat. You didn’t want anyone to recognize you because your relationship was still secret, for both your managers’ and companies will.  

It wasn’t a problem for you the secrecy, even in those months you enjoyed the opportunity to know Yoongi away from the public, only you two. And it turned out to be such a pure and fragile soul that falling in love with him had been easy.  

Distracted by your thoughts you came out of the building, after repeatedly checking that there were no fans or even worse paparazzi, walking towards your car.  

Yes, you had to go get ready for the next day show, but the urge to do it was very low since you should have spent hours making your makeup, scolded by your stylistic and hairstylist Unnie.  

Sometimes you just didn’t like your idol life at all.  

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Gonna Get Over You

Originally posted by hardyness

Requested: No

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N has been always in love with Peter, but he is too blind to see it. A new guy enters to Midtown High, and maybe he is the key to finally get over Peter. But also, he may be the key to Peter realization of his feelings.

Warnings: No one…?

Word Count: 1770

A/N: Hello everybody again! His is my second imagine and I hope you enjoy it as well. Also two things: first of all, this was inspired by the song Gonna Get Over You by Sara Bareilles well, the majority of it 😂And second, I actually have the part two of this, and if you want, I can update it 💕
Thank you so much! Enjoy

Should be sayin’ that to you by now, shouldn
’t I?

You couldn’t help but feeling how your heart snapped a little as you noticed the way Peter watched Liz when she entered the classroom.

He was profoundly concentrated in her just as every god damn day, and you knew what was coming next, sitting in the cafeteria and listen to him and Ned talking about everything that goes on with her. And you couldn’t blame them. Liz was the dream girl of every guy in Midtown High: beautiful, popular, kind, intelligent, she had everything!

And all over the things, Peter was in love with her.

Not you.

And it’s not like you were less, after all you were kind of popular too, but sometimes you wished being a little more like her. But deep down you knew that you never will.

Not too long ago, a ray of hope arose in you when you noticed that Peter began to interest more in you, when you two began to go out more and when both could pass hours and hours in the telephone speaking of anything. But you came back to the reality in the moment in the that his routine of look to Liz returned as a phoenix of the ash.

And it got worse when he started that scholarship with Tony Stark and leaving you alone more time than usual.

I simmer, then I burn for someone
The wrong

You were looking to your notebook with all your hair over your face just to make sure nobody saw the sad expression you were carrying around when you felt a little tap on your shoulder.

“Yes?” You questioned turning towards the voice had sounded. You found yourself a very cute redhead guy looking at you with a smirk on his face.

“No, nothing I just wanted to say that it’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N” you rolled your eyes looking away and ignoring the fact that he knew your name. To see how Liz and Peter flirted had you this way.

“Uh, someone is having bad day, isn’t it?” the redhead scoffed still having that cocky smile, making you more frustrated than you already were.

“Don’t you have anything else to do?” you asked at the same time you glared at him “Like, I dunno, attend the class instead of bothering someone who actually cares about the subject?”

You sounded upset, more than that, it seemed like you wanted to kill the poor guy. You regretted yourself instantly, it wasn’t his fault, and he didn’t deserve that you take away all your anger toward him.

“I’m sorry” you apologized “Lately, I’ve been so stressed” you lied, the boy seemed to understand, but even he was not sure if the word ‘stressed’ was the correct one. He was focused on your words, like he was trying to decipher the real reason of your attitude.

“Don’t worry, miss stressed” he said looking forward, more specifically, to a brown haired boy with a stupid t-shirt which had printed a silly joke about atoms, realizing what was making you feel that mad.

You looked at him and smiled in disbelief and amused, giving up about hiding the true.

Oh, how am I gonna get over you?

“Can I give you a little advice?” he asked, whispering in your ear making you strangely nervous “If your are not going to move now, you shoul-”

“Could you tell the class what is so important for not pay attention to the class, miss Y/L/N?” the teacher interrupted.

Everyone turned to you, as it usually happens when you get busted. Peter was looking at you confused. Particularly, you never got distracted of classes.

“Do you really wanna know?” the guy said mischievously, you instantly felt the heat on your cheeks “Because I will tell everything you if yo- ”

The teacher let out a sigh of frustration and made a gesture indicating him it was time to stop.

“Next time, you two will be… talking in principals’ office” he threatened.

Both of you nodded in fear. He turned around and continued with the class.

With the face still red, you smiled to the redhead in appreciation, he did the same just adding a small wink.

And on the other corner of the room, Peter was watching you two, still confused and frowning.

Who the hell is him and what’s he doing with Y/N? he thought. He shook his head quickly, getting rid of the ideas that were beginning to come to his mind.

The bell rang indicating that the class had ended and that you should continue with the day’s schedule.

Peter looked at you one last time, and he ran out of the classroom straight to Ned.

“Maybe” it’s a vicious little word that can slay me

After some classes, and after the boy introduced himself as Jessie Abbernathy, you were finally able to eat something.

You spotted Peter and Ned between the tables and you got to them a little suffocated after going through so many people.

“Hey” you waved at the guys, making them glance at you by the time they come up to you.

You three sit at your daily table, and the talk started as everyday.

And I’m not the girl that I intend to be
I dare you, darling, just you wait an
d see

Your eyes were focused on Peter, you were drinking in his words. Of course you did care about the things he said but, you couldn’t stop watching him the way his smile tilted a little sideways when he was excited, his cute and adorable laugh, that little frown he does when he is so concentrated and the pure and kind soul he had.

You knew you should stop watching him before the situation gets obvious, fortunately Jessie was entering to the cafeteria.

“Carrots!” you shouted getting his attention, he put that smirk again and started walking towards you. A small smile formed on your face not knowing why.

“Well hello miss stressed, I knew you weren’t going to survive the hole day without this guy” he pointed himself. You rolled your eyes playfully.

You introduced Jessie to your two best friends. The boys did an akward handshake both looking confused at the redhead, and some suspicious glances from Peter.

All of you were eating lunch, and the attempts of Jessie of catching the grapes in his mouth were just hilarious, causing you to release a laugh many times.

You didn’t know, but Peter was seeing every single movement of Jessie. And couldn’t help but roll his eyes every time the redhead said or did something that made you laugh.

'Which man is called Jessie nowdays? Pathetic!’ 'How did they became so close in just a couple of hours?’ 'He is so annoying’. 'Wait, is Y/N red?’ were a some of the many thoughts Peter was having in that instant.

“So, do you already have an answer?” the newbie asked. Peter gave a confused look to you.

You removed nervously on your seat.

“An answer?” Ned questioned.

“I-It’s nothing” you mumbled looking down.

“Well, I wouldn’t see a date as 'nothing’” Jessie said.

You felt the heat again, but now your heart beat a bit quicker.

Peter opened his eyes like he had never heard the word date before as he started choking because of the sip of water he drank.

Ned and you turned worried to the science boy.

“A date?” he asked “casually”, trying to ignore that weird feeling he began to feel in the stomach.

“Yeah, but I don’t know…” you doubted. You tried to say something else, but the nerves were bigger.

So Jessie started talking for you.

“The thing is, I really think Y/N needs a break. She says she is tired” he began “So, what better than a date to relax a little, right?”

Peter stammered. Did he really wanted his best friend to go out with that guy?

“S-Sure!” Peter said making you to look at him surprised “H-He is r-right, y-you should do it”

“Really? Don’t you care if we study later? ” you questioned, hoping him to take action, hoping he show that he actually cares.

“Of c-course not” he responded crossing his arms.

What was happening to Peter?
He didn’t wanted to say that words. On the contrary, he wanted you to get away from the redhead and now he made you understand the opposite.
Was it so difficult to say “no, I don’t want you to date him. Can we watch a movie on Friday?”

Peter wanted to clear up his mind, but at the same time he wanted to stay sticked at your side and never leave, just to make sure Jessie knew you were his best friend, and that he couldn’t change that from one hour to other.

And as it happens when he panics, he ran out.

You assumed that was the signal, the same that would indicate you it was time to let go all these feelings.

So you accepted Jessie’s purpose.

But this time not for you but just for me

You left out a sigh and tried to focus on the main idea, you really needed to forget Peter, and you knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

So you looked the good side of the situation, you’ve had a super cute guy next to you and what’s more you were going to have a date with him. 

I tell myself to let the story end, oh

You were ready, Jessie arrived early and you two started going all around NYC.

My heart will rest in someone else’s hand

In a certain way, Jessie made you feel what you thought you never feel with someone else.

But a part inside you couldn’t stop dreaming about having this thing with someone else.

You couldn’t deny Jessie was a total gentleman, on the first twenty minutes he made you felt like a true princess.

Say it’s comin’ soon,
Someday withou
t you

In the beginning of the night you convinced yourself Jessie was just a friend, now you weren’t so sure about that affirmation.

But the appearances they deceive.

Oh, how am I gonna get over you?

Although this you’ll never know what was that spider boy thinking while he was swinging among the buildings.

Perhaps he was just giving a round for check the neighbourhood. Or perhaps he was staring at the girl that he was intended to be with, dining with other guy.

I’ll be alright, just not tonight.

Awkward Moments: Peter Parker

Word Count: 858

Warning(s): Awkwardness

Request: Heyy I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader just got out of the shower and is wearing a towel and Spider-Man has to save her? Like she’s being robbed or something and after the bad guy is gone it’s awkward for them? Not smit, just cuteness and fluff. I hope this makes sense. Thanks! by anon.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

A/N: This one’s kinda short, but kinda sweet.

Y/N had really had had one hell of a long day and all she needed was a nice, long bath to wash away the stresses of her day. She opened the door to her house and stepped in. She threw her keys and her book bag on the couch and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. She walked into her bathroom and turned on the tap. As the water warmed up, she picked out her pajamas and collected her towel. She walked back into the bathroom, stripped, and stepped under the flow of warm water.

She let out a sigh of content as she let the warm water of the shower wash away the tires of her day. She took a fairly long shower as she found the warm water relaxing. Once the water began to cool down, she knew she needed to step out of the shower. She wrapped the fluffy towel around her body. Y/N knew she was home alone, so she strolled comfortably out of her bedroom and down the stairs to create herself a cup of tea to warm her up. As she walked into the kitchen, she heard someone shout.

“Stop right there.” Y/N picked up the nearest knife and turned around to find a man with a mask over his face standing before her. The man was accompanied by two other men who all held guns in their hands.

“Spoiled little brat. Where do you keep all your jewelry?” The man sneered as he took a step closer.

“Take another step and I won’t hesitate to stab you.” Y/N warned without a waver in her voice. She was terrified inside, but she knew that showing it would not help her situation. The man let out a laugh.

“I’m not sure you know how a gun works, love.” Y/N gulped heavily before she took in a deep breath. Before she knew it, she was being snatched up from the ground and carried through the air. The sounds of bullets being shot scared the living daylights out of Y/N and she wrapped her arms around the neck of her hero and clamped her eyes shut. She had tried to be brave, but the terror of being caught in such a scary situation flooded her body.

She was set on the ground of a room on the other side of the house.

“Stay here, I’ll be back.” Spider-Man stated quickly before slinging away. She stood helplessly in the room as she listened to the commotion. There were a few gunshots before the sounds completely stopped. The commotion stopped and Spider-Man was back as quickly as he had left.

“Are you okay?…oh.” The hero awkwardly scratched the back of his neck as took in your attire, or lack there of.

“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. Just, wasn’t expecting to come downstairs and find that I was being robbed.” Y/N said.

‘Find that I was being robbed.’ Really, Y/N? Of everything that you could say, you decided that would be the best thing. Y/N scolded herself.



“You go first, no you go first.” They interrupted one another.

“Y-you can go first, ladies first.” He said.

“Oh I was just going to say thank you, for you know, preventing my death and all. Sorry about the level of awkwardness. This has to be the most awkward situation you’ve ever been stuck in.” Y/N rambled.

“You’d be surprised.” He said with an airy laugh. “I was just going to say sorry. I saw them break into the house and I wasn’t fast enough. Sorry to put you in danger like that.It’s my job to protect this city and I nearly failed you. Almost got a very beautiful girl killed.” He muttered the last part of his sentence, but Y/N still managed to hear. Her cheeks flushed and she shifted her weight onto her other foot.

“I’m sure you say that to every girl you save.” Y/N muttered.

“N-no. Actually, you’re the first person I’ve ever saved that has thanked me.” He mumbled.

“Oh, I’m really sorry.” Y/N frowned with guilt.

“I-t’s okay, really.” He said.

“Well, you have a city to protect, so. Also, I’m pretty sure the cops are on their way, and you don’t want to be caught here.” Y/N sent him a small smile and he gulped visibly before nodding his head. Y/N walked him to the door.

“Thanks’ again.” She said.

“Y-yeah, it’s no problem. Stay safe, Y/N.” He said before swinging away.

Wait, Y/N? How did he knew her name? Y/N’s eyes widened considerably as the thoughts came in. She also remembered that she was still just wearing a towel.

Dirty Mouth II


Characters: Jon Moxley (or Dean Ambrose, its more Mox era though) x OC/Reader

Summary: Mox wants more and OFC isn’t quite sure. Follow on from my original Dirty Mouth fic, you don’t need to read the other one, but that one is a bit smuttier if that’s your thaaaang.

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex.

Do let me know if you wanna be tagged in any of my fics (:  Please please please let me know what you think!


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“Could you maybe write an Harry oneshot where it’s the 1940s and he really is a soldier (like dunkirk) and you meet him while he’s serving?”

Okay, I actually enjoyed writing this one SO much, so thank you to whoever it was that requested it! When you read this, just picture Dunkirk Harry. You’re welcome. Also, there is definitely some smut.

Part two is HERE.

Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.

2902 words.


Four nurses shuffled quickly into the army medical tent, carrying a heavy stretcher. There was a man lying on it, writhing and moaning in pain, his skin waxy and pale, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His eyes were closed, hands gripping the sides of the stretcher so hard that his knuckles had gone completely white. There was a hole in his trousers, and blood covering the area around it, rapidly seeping further and further into the thick, woolen fabric. Annabelle sighed, frowning, deepening the permanent lines that marked her forehead from months and months of stress. “Put him here,” she instructed, directing the stretcher onto one of the few free gurneys before shooing the other nurses from his side as she got to work. She was quick, and she was good, the best of the bunch, her hands working efficiently on the man before him. 

She unbuckled his trousers, giving them a sharp tug as she pulled them down his legs, leaving them bunched at his ankles as she turned her attention to his wound. “Right… Sir, I’m going to need you to just bare with me, alright? Stay as still as you can while I work,” she instructed, her eyes finding his. He opened his eyes for the first time since entering the tent upon hearing her soft but firm voice, looking back at her, his pained moans softening as he gazed at her bright blue eyes. There was something about them that comforted him instantly, maybe it was just because she was the first woman he had looked at properly in months, maybe it was because he missed his mother. Or maybe it was just because she was her, and there was something about her. Whatever it was, he was grateful, offering her a weak nod as residual tremors from the shock of the incident ran through his body. “What’s your name?” she asked softly. “Harry,” he croaked, his voice rough and laced with pain. 

“Alright then Harry, here we go,” she nodded, tying a strip of cotton tightly around his upper thigh, a little above the wound, the bleeding slowing almost immediately in response to the newly applied pressure. She bit her lip as she worked, her eyes squinting as she concentrated intently. She looked around, eyes searching for a spare ream of fabric to start blotting the blood with. It had been a huge day, and the next drop of supplies wasn’t expected until the morning. In the meantime, they were running dangerously low on… well, pretty much everything, and using soiled rags to clean a fresh, open wound would almost definitely cause an infection. Once the infection hit… Well, Annabelle had lost too many good men to even consider the dirty rags as an option.

She sighed, frustrated, beginning to unbutton her crinkled shirt, tugging it out from the waistband of her pants. Harry watched her, the pain in his leg slowly starting to turn to a dull thudding ache, the strip of tied cotton doing its job. “Yeh wearing pan’s. No dress,” he noted, slurring his words slightly, suddenly feeling incredibly sleepy as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Pants are more practical,” she answered, pulling the shirt from her frame, leaving her in a skintight, white vest. “Harry, I’m going to need you to keep those eyes open,” she said firmly, a hand coming to rest on his cheek. He pulled his eyes open as quickly as he could manage, finding hers again, nodding up at her. She was beautiful, radiant, an angel. “Pretty,” he mumbled, grinning up at her. She offered him a tight smile, trying to ignore the flush creeping onto her cheeks. It felt good to be complimented, despite the fact that it was probably coming from someone who was delusional from pain. It had been so long since… well, any kind of normality, and for one brief moment, the stranger lying before her had made her feel like a giggling teenager meeting her sweetheart for a milkshake.

She pushed these sudden, disconcerting feelings aside, focusing on the matter at hand. “Oh god. Bullet’s still in your leg,” she muttered, peering closely at the wound as she dabbed at it with her shirt. “Harry. This is going to hurt. A lot,” she warned, picking up one of her few tools, pausing before going in. He let out a guttural yell, his leg jerking helplessly as the cool metal of the medical pliers dug into the raw wound. “Still,” she instructed, one hand holding his leg down as best she could as the other worked. She plucked the small, metal bullet from him a few minutes later, triumphant as she dropped it, along with the pliers, into a small steel bowl. “All done. All done sir,” she reassured, her hand coming up to press against his forehead. His cheeks were streaked with tears, skin even sweatier than before, body trembling. He leaned into her touch, her hand cold against his burning skin. “Than’you,” he mumbled. “It’s my job,” she murmured back.

They stayed like this for a minute or two, lost in the moment, the activity of the small, understaffed medical tent bustling around them. “Okay,” Annabelle murmured eventually, pulling her hand away and straightening up. Harry’s eyes opened, offering her a small smile. “Okay,” she repeated, ignoring his gaze as she went back to work on his wound. She cleaned it out and patched him up, wiping away the blood and dirt that covered most of the parts of him that she could see. Once she had finished, she unclipped the brakes of the rolling gurney his stretcher bed lay on, pushing him towards the section of the tent for recovering soldiers.

“There we go,” she hummed, pulling a heavy, woolen blanket up and over him, loosening the clothing that he still wore as best she could, tucking a thin pillow under his damp curls. “Try and get some rest,” she instructed, finding his eyes. “You’re going to be just fine,” she added, offering him a small but reassuring smile. All he could do was smile back at her, and although there was definitely still a throbbing pain in his leg, he felt comforted and safe by her presence alone. She turned to leave, hesitating before turning back to him, leaning over him to press a gentle but quick kiss to his cheek. “Was lovely to meet you, Harry,” she murmured, turning on her heel and leaving properly this time. His eyes followed her as she moved away, watching her journey around the tent as she checked on some of the other injured men, until he eventually drifted off to sleep.


Annabelle shuffled around her small tent, changing into her nightie and pulling on her dressing gown, washing her hands and face in the small basin of water in the corner of the tent. As the head nurse, she had been awarded the solitary tent, and she was eternally grateful, glad to have a place where should could be alone and think after each endless day of hard, unpleasant work. She bent to light the candles by her bed, letting out a slow sigh as she finally began to relax. She would be up before sunrise tomorrow, and so now was the time to get as much rest as she could. She straightened quickly when she heard the sound of slow feet and crutches, turning to watch the entrance of her tent. “Hello?” she called, her voice hesitant. 

“H’lo,” she heard, the voice familiar, but she couldn’t put a finger on where she knew it from. “Jus’ me, Harry,” the voice continued, and Annabelle relaxed slightly, crossing to the tent entrance and pulling it back. “Hello,” she murmured, her eyes taking in the man before her. He was stood in a pair of woolen shorts and an army shirt, a bandage wrapped around the wound she had so carefully tended to. It had been a week since she had treated him, and while they had seen each other in passing, the pair had had pretty much no contact. That didn’t stop his face from popping in her mind whenever she got a second to think about something other than her work. “What are…” she trailed off, hesitating. “Come in,” she said eventually, stepping aside to allow space for him to enter.

He made his way in slowly, standing slightly awkwardly in the middle of the tent. She adjusted the tent entrance, tying it shut before turning to face him, her eyes filled with both confusion and curiosity. Her heart was beating faster than it had been before he arrived, and her cheeks felt slightly flushed. “What can I do for you? Is your leg alright?” she asked, her eyes flicking to look at the bandage once more.  “No, no… M’fine… I jus’- Sorry, wha’s yeh name?” he asked, meeting her gaze. “Oh! Annabelle,” she answered, a small, shy smile playing on her lips. She looked so different to him this way, her skin lit up by the dim light of the candles, her hair cascading over her shoulders, undone from it’s usual tight bun. “Annabelle,” he repeated, nodding. Her name coming out of his mouth sounded so good. 

“I jus’… I wan’ed to thank yeh fer wha’ yeh did. Fer bandaging me up and tha’,” he mumbled, glancing down at his thigh. “Oh. Well, you’re welcome,” she smiled, a little disappointed that that was all he had to say. She didn’t know what she expected, but there was something about him that made her want to just wrap her arms around him and hold him, and she wondered if he maybe felt the same way. “An’… I…” he trailed off, looking up at her face. She took a step towards him, their faces hovering close to each other. “Yes?” she asked breathlessly. He took a deep breath, and then went for it, leaning in and closing the gap between them, pressing his chapped lips to her soft ones. Her eyes widened momentarily and then flickered shut, pressing into the kiss, her hands coming up to rest on his chest. 

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“I said, she can choose. She needn’t take a man out of necessity; she can take one for love.”

His face began to relax, just slightly.

“You took me from need,” he said. “When we wed.”

“And I came back for love,” I said. “Do you think I needed you any less, only because I could feed myself?”

The lines of his face eased, and the shoulder under my hand relaxed a bit as he searched my face

“No,” he said softly. “I dinna think that.”

–– Voyager

“Have ye ever been in the slightest doubt that I need ye?” he demanded.

It took roughly half a second of thought to answer this.

“No,” I replied promptly. “To the best of my knowledge, you needed me urgently the moment I saw you. And I haven’t had reason to think you’ve got any more self-sufficient since. What on earth happened to your forehead? Those look like tooth––” He lunged across the desk and kissed me before I could finish the observation. 

“Thank ye,” he said fervently, and, un-lunging, whirled and went out, evidently in the highest of spirits.

–– An Echoe in the Bone

Cullen jumped from his chair the moment he heard the scream that resonated from the backyard. A second later, his youngest daughter came scampering through the back door, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste. Before she could tear past him, Cullen reached down and caught her around the waist, halting in her tracks. He could feel her small frame trembling making his heart ache and filling him with concern.

“Little love, what’s wrong? What happened?”

She tried to squirm from his grasp but Cullen wouldn’t relent. Lowering himself to a knee, he pulled his youngest daughter into a tight embrace. She resisted for a moment before finally throwing two small arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder. He held her close, rubbing her back and smoothing her hair while quietly shushing her frightened sobs.

It seemed like an eternity before she began to relax. It felt even longer before she lifted her head of golden curls to gaze at him in wide-eyed terror. “Daddy, I– I made snow with–with my hands…” She hiccuped, pulling her arms from around his neck to gape at her dainty hands. “I'm–I’m a mage!”

Smiling warmly, Cullen pulled his scared little girl into another hug and pressed a tender kiss to her temple.

“Hi, mage. I’m dad.”

Deep Blue Sea - Jason Todd x Reader

Anon requested: Jason and his s/o go to the aquarium for a date and he just spends his time watching all the fishes with immense interest and his s/o just falls so hard for him right then and there and hugs him from behind while he looks at the biggest tank

A/N: I think this is my favourite fic I’ve written for Jason tbh, also headcanon accepted that Jason watches fish to relax and calm him down. I hope you like it, also the reader totally gets Jason a fishtank for Christmas just saying :D Hope you like it, thanks for the request.


“I told you already, it’s a surprise, it’s our first proper date, I want it to be special”

Y/N rifled her wardrobe with an exaggerated sigh, her phone pressed to her ear.

“Yes I know Jason, and I really appreciate the romantic gesture, but all this secrecy isn’t helping me to pick an outfit” she commented as the pulled out a blue top and considered it for a moment before throwing it on the reject pile, which was already quite large.

Y/N had met Jason a couple of weeks ago at a coffee shop. She had managed to bump into him and spill coffee down his front. Not the most promising start to a relationship, granted, but it had gotten the two of them talking…Or more accurately Y/N had been apologising profusely and insisting on paying for the dry cleaning bill, whilst Jason had been staring at her in wide eyed amazement at how utterly gorgeous he thought she was.

“I don’t see why it matters, you’re gonna look amazing whatever you wear” Jason replied, sounding slightly out of breath, Y/N could hear faint shouting in the background.

“Flatterer” Y/N smiled as butterflies erupted in her stomach at his compliment. “Where are you anyway? Who’s that shouting?”

“Oh um no one…It’s just the t.v. hold on, I’ll turn it down” there were some muffled noises and then a thump which sounded more like Jason had hit the t.v. than turned it down. “Sorry about that Y/N, where were we?”.

“You were just telling me where the hell we’re going tomorrow so that I don’t turn up dressed completely inappropriately and look like an idiot”

“Okay, okay you win. Just wear something… I dunno, casual I guess, we’re not going anywhere too fancy”

“Hmm anything else you can tell me?”

“Nice try but no, look I’ve got to go, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning at 10 okay?”

“Okay, it’s a date”


“See I told you you’d look amazing no matter what you wore” Jason smiled, eyeing Y/N with appreciation as she opened her door and descended the steps towards him.

“Tsk tsk five minutes late, not a good start Jason” Y/N teased.

“Hey it’s not my fault some idiot decided to rob a bank on route and cause a huge traffic jam” Jason said, leaning casually against his motorbike.

“Oh really who was it?”

“Black Mask”

“Urgh I hate that guy”

“Me too. Shall we go?” Jason asked, tossing Y/N a helmet, which she deftly caught.

Y/N nodded, slid ob the helmet and climbed on the bike behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. It certainly wasn’t her first time on the bike, Jason had given her a couple of lifts home on it, but she still  jumped a little when the engine revved.

She soon relaxed though as they began to speed along the roads towards their mystery destination. she couldn’t really talk to Jason on the way which gave her plenty of time to speculate on where they might be going.

Jason had said something casual…Maybe they were going to see a movie? No, they’d be going in the other direction if that were the case. A picnic in the park? No, Jason didn’t have any food with him. Y/N continued to think of the possibilities for the remainder of the journey, however she never would have predicted where they eventually pulled up to.

“An aquarium? Huh, well you certainly surprised me that’s for sure” Y/N commented as she handed Jason her helmet.

“I just thought it’d be something a bit more special than a movie or whatever” Jason said, busing himself with packing away the helmets, he seemed a little embarrassed. “If you wanna go somewhere else, that’s totally fine, we can-”

Y/N stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against Jason’s for just a moment before pulling away, interrupting him mid sentence.

“I thinks it’s an amazing idea, you’re right this is way better than going to see a movie, this way I actually get to talk to you”

With that she and Jason linked hands and headed in.


“Do you reckon they have any sharks here” Y/N asked as they passed a tank full of clown fish.

“Yeah they do, they’re on the other side though, we’ll work our way round to them”

“How’d you know that? Have you been here before?” Y/N questioned curiously.

“Once or twice” Jason replied nonchalantly. He gave Y/N a look out of the corner of his eye as they stopped in front of a tank with various small, brightly coloured fish flitting around inside. “So you like sharks then?”

“Yeah, I reckon they get a bad rap you know? Just cause they look scary and menacing doesn’t mean they should be treated like monsters, I saw this video of a shark and it was practically cuddling it’s keeper it was really sweet actually”Y/N concluded, feeling slightly embarrassed that she’d rambled so much, but one look at Jason told her she needn’t have worried, he was smiling at her fondly, and there were the butterflies in her stomach again.

Mercifully Jason turned away to look at the tank before Y/N could start blushing. His eyes began to follow the groups of fish as they swam through the tank, in and out of coral, sometimes fast, sometimes slower. There was a silence between them for a while, before Jason spoke up.

“I really like fish, not just the cool ones like sharks, all of them, not really sure why but I’ve always loved watching them” He paused for a moment before continuing. “You were right, I have been here before, too many times to count, I just love to  watch the fish swimming around, it’s really…calming and peaceful I guess. I used to come here all the time as a kid, if I was ever upset or stressed about anything coming here for a couple of hours always made me feel so much better”

His brow furrowed for a moment as if remembering something unpleasant, but his eyes remained focused on the fish in the tank. “I guess that was the reason I wanted to bring you here, partly cause it’s an important place to me and partly so that if I got nervous I could just watch the fish and calm down a bit”.

Whilst Jason hadn’t taken his eyes of the fish, Y/N hadn’t taken her eyes off of Jason. Hearing him be so open and honest with her and knowing that he wanted to bring her somewhere that meant so much to him had made her heart clench in the best way possible.

He had been right too, watching the fish had relaxed him, she could see it in his posture, his shoulders were lowered, his hands held loosely at his sides and his face had a soft expression on his face with a slightly goofy smile on his lips.

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her entire body at seeing Jason like this, and a desire to be the person that could give him that relaxed feeling, fish or no fish.

She didn’t say a word as she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight embrace before going on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Holy crap I think I’m falling in love with him Y/N thought absently, but you know what? She was completely fine with that.

Not A Bad Thing ~ Part Eight

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I sat there at the table with Y/N, who was teasing me. There was music blasting around us as the others celebrated, yet when I’m looking at her, it’s almost like the music was muffled. She has my full attention. Those deep eyes staring at me. The way her nose crinkles when she laughs, and how never fails to make my heart beat rapidly.

I took a deep breath, almost overwhelmed by the swelling of my heart.

“I don’t like crazy romantic stuff like that. I don’t want to be a damsel in distress that needs to be saved.” She said, raising an eyebrow at me.

I glanced down at my hand which held hers. I looked back up to see her gazing at me, waiting for a reply.

“If anything I’m the damsel,” I stated, “You saved me.”

I watched as she leaned away, almost cringing at my words. My eyes didn’t move from hers despite this.

“Why are you getting so intense all of a sudden?” She giggled. Though it’s been some months now, it still feels like I don’t know much about Y/N. The desire to be close to her is strong. When the pack goes for runs, she’s all that’s on my mind.

Yixing told me we should try to grow closer before mating season begins, or else things will become awkward.

I smirked before grabbing the bottom of the chair she sat in, sliding it closer to me so that we were close to each other. Y/N held in her laughter, clearly teasing me.

“You play around too much,” I whispered into her ear.

After winking at me she whispered, “What are you going to do about it, loverboy?”

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Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 4

Well since @tammywt was so kind as to ask nicely and @shamelessmiraclemaker also asked nicely, I’ll post this chapter. Monday and Tuesday I have finals I have to write, so I won’t be online at all. Don’t worry, the new Vegas chapter will still post on Tuesday no matter what.

MASSIVE thank you to @diversemediums for her AMAZEBALLS brain. Seriously. She’s pretty incredible. And also to one of my favorite nurses (I don’t care what you say, you’re a nurse to me) @outlandishchridhe for making sure my writing about injury and medical practices was accurate. Catch up on previous installments below:

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Claire sat curled up on the couch, blanket tucked in around her, as she nursed her glass of wine. Geillis would be home soon more than likely and Claire could only hope she’d return alone. Picking up the TV remote, Claire flipped through the channels aimlessly, wanting to settle on something that didn’t require her to think or follow a complex plot. She finally settled on some reality program and let her mind rest.

But she felt restless, like there was something important that she’d forgotten. An urge to get up and move about the apartment came over her like an ocean wave, as strong as it was sudden. It had been a long day at the hospital, checking on her patients after their operations. All she really wanted was a quiet night at home where she could turn her mind off and not be anything, yet here she was, mind racing and thoughts bouncing to and fro like an internal tennis match.

She shook herself back to reality when a key in the door unlocked the deadbolt. Claire set down her empty glass and pulled herself out of the slouch she’d fallen into. Geillis waltzed in, face a little flushed and hair slightly out of sorts.

“Good night, then?”

“Oh, quite,” she said with a predatory smile.

“I take it he was a quick one, or you’d have brought him home.”

“Weel, I kent you’d be here. So I shagged him at the bar.”

Claire snorted.

“Not on it, I hope.”

“Of course not. Now… What have yoooouuuu been doing all evening?”

Geillis plopped herself down on the couch, dropping her heels on the floor beside her.

“Just watching some reality program. Nothing exciting. It was a long day.”

“You didn’t go and see that psychic lad again?”

“Again? Geillis, how many times must I tell you. I saw him the day you dragged me there and never again.”

Emerald green eyes narrowed at her, disbelieving. Frank had told her once never to play poker because she was a rubbish liar. She’d never seen the point in lying to begin with, so it hadn’t really mattered. But something about Jamie, about the time they’d spent together, made her hide the information from Geillis.

“But why!? Claire! He asked you back! You took my appointment with him and then he asked you back for another personal reading!”

“As I’ve said at least a dozen times since then, Geillis Duncan, I don’t believe in psychics or spirits or true love. It’s all fairy tales given to children.”

Geillis waved her hand in a dismissive manner and headed off to her bedroom. Judging by the strength of the whiskey on her breath, she’d be passed out within a quarter hour. So, Claire turned the reality program back on and watched it for a while. Still… This nagging sensation in the back of her mind…

With a huff, she got to her feet and dug around the flat for a scrap piece of paper. After scribbling a note, Claire grabbed her keys and went out.

Geillis - Went out for a walk. Be back soon. Don’t worry.

The cool night air bit at her cheeks as she walked, but it soothed her. There was no destination to her walking, she only wanted the movement and fresh air. As she gradually began to relax, her thoughts wandered back to Jamie. True, he’d asked that she not tell anyone he was a Scot. But he hadn’t asked her to conceal her entire visit altogether. That had been… Instinct?

Flashes of that strange, shared dream had come back to her nearly every night. The feel of his lips on her neck, his teeth moving down her chest, the way his fingers moved so deftly in her-

Shaking her head again, she reminded herself it had been his vision, not hers. That thought, however, reminded her of his sudden migraine. The unknown cause was bad enough, but even he’d said it was unusual. Before she could think about it, her feet turned and started taking her down to his shop. They’d never exchanged personal numbers, so she had no other way to contact him.

“Besides,” she muttered to herself. “He claims to be an all powerful psychic. He’ll see me coming. Probably knew I was coming before I did.”

When she arrived at the shop, she noticed the lights were all on. Blinking up at the door, she tried to remember all the turns she’d taken to get there, but couldn’t. She felt as if she’d been entranced and had come to this place completely without thought.

If the lights were on, someone should be home. Stepping up to the door, she knocked on it gently. It swung open on silent hinges as if it had been expecting her.

“Odd,” she said quietly. “He’s not usually one for being creepy.”

Right, she thought. Because you know him so well? You’ve spent maybe two hours with him in the last two weeks and you ‘know’ he’s not one for being creepy? Get a hold of yourself, Beauchamp.

Walking slowly, she moved down the same hall he’d taken her twice. Something about the place felt… off.

“Hello? Is anyone home?”

A deep grunt was her only greeting and she went in search of it.

“Hello?” she called again. “I’m not sure where you are. I’ve only come to help.”

“Here,” answered a voice she didn’t recognize.

What she did recognize, however, was the thread of pain in it. Moving faster, she turned a corner into a kitchen and found him sitting on the floor. He leaned against the wall, one arm clutched protectively over his ribs. One eye was swollen shut, his bottom lip was split, and Claire suspected he had a decent head wound somewhere, judging from the blood coating one side of his face.

“Who the devil are ye?!” he demanded, free hand groping for something to defend himself with.

“Claire!” she said, holding up her hands. “Claire Beauchamp!”

“What do ye want?”

“I only came to see if Jamie was alright. He got a nasty migraine a while back when I was here and I wanted to check if it had come back or gotten worse! I only came to help!”

She knelt down beside him and began prodding his head gently. He yelped and jerked his head away when she found the gash in his scalp, right near a decently sized lump.

“Aye, I ken I’ll need stitches. And I’ve broken my ribs again. I’ll do.”

“Wait,” she blinked down at him, tearing her eyes from the lump on his head. “You’re Scottish too?”

The one eye that wasn’t swollen shut darted up and met hers, wariness and rage warring in it.

“What do ye ken about the lad?”

“That he believes he’s a powerful psychic and he’s got to hide from someone or something. I know we had the same dream about two weeks ago.”

“Who do ye work for?! How did ye find us!”

Claire lurched back when a knife came suddenly to her throat.

“I don’t work for anyone! You mustn’t move like that! You’re only going to cause yourself more pain. And who the bloody hell are you?”

“Jamie’s guardian.”

Getting up, she went to the sink and wet a rag to clean him off with.

“Your name?”

His good eye narrowed in a glare and Claire returned the look, with interest.

“Look, I don’t work for anyone. I sort of had a feeling I needed to come here, so I did. All I wanted to do was make sure he was alright.”

With the blood cleaned off his face, he didn’t look too bad. A little dour maybe, but not as angry as he’d first seemed.

“The lad needs ye.”

“Where is he?”

“Tell me… Are ye true to him? Ye really willna betray him to… them.”

Heaving a sigh, she got to her feet, anxious to find Jamie and find out what the bloody hell was going on.

“Given that I don’t have any bloody clue who they are, no. I won’t betray him. I already promised I’d keep his secret. He knows mine.”

After what felt an eternity he nodded once.

“I’m Murtagh. Jamie made it upstairs to the panic room. We converted the attic. Go upstairs to the library, second door on the left. Pull the book wi’ the red spine that says The Truth About the ‘45. That’ll open the door. Jamie will be inside. I canna get up the stairs wi’ these ribs.”

Taking the stairs two at a time, she paused on the landing and counted the doors on the left hand side. The library wasn’t quite what she’d expected. She’d thought it would be like any old library, filled with old books that were rarely touched. What she found was the oddest assortment of books she’d ever seen, all with creased spines and well-worn pages.

How much time does Jamie spend in here, she wondered.

Peering carefully at the unfamiliar collection, she found the bright red spine that read The Truth About the ‘45 and pulled it. A quiet click sounded before the entire case began swinging away from the wall. Claire leapt back and looked down, seeing a small trail of blood droplets.

“Jesus H…”




She rushed into the brightly lit room and turned in a slow circle. Jamie was propped against a wall, much like Murtagh had been, but was in much worse condition.

“Jesus H. Bloody Christ!”

Both of his eyes were nearly swollen shut, blood trickled from his nose in an alarmingly steady stream, his face was a webwork of bruises and scrapes, the knuckles on both hands were raw and bloody. His left hand was pressed against his side and she could see the drying blood staining his skin. Puncture? How deep? How long had he been bleeding?

Not long, by the looks of the small puddle on the floor. The tiny slits of ever-changing blue met her eyes and widened a little.

“Ssncchh,” he mumbled.

“Hush,” she said, dropping to her knees. “You don’t need to speak. Let me take care of you, alright?”

Her hand brushed his shoulder and he winced, causing her to look at it more carefully. She realized his shoulder was completely out of joint, which must be agonizing.

“I need to put your shoulder right. But it’s not in the right position. It’ll hurt like hell, but I promise it’ll feel better when it goes back. Are you ready?”

Eyes locked on hers, he nodded once and she began rolling his arm around, feeling for the right alignment.

“One… Two…” before she got to three, she snapped the shoulder back in place.

Jamie’s whole body went rigid and he muffled a cry. Before a sound could come out, he slumped back and relaxed.

“Th… Thank ye,” he mumbled, voice rasping.

“Oh you won’t be thanking me in a minute. What the hell have you and Murtagh done? Gotten into a fight with an elephant?”

He shrugged and winced at the movement.

“Do you have any sort of medkit around? There’s only so much I can do with my bare hands.”

“In… The cupboard. Red bag.”

Claire got to her feet and rummaged around until she found the medkit. It wasn’t as small as she’d been expecting, almost the size of a duffle. Bringing it with her, she set it down and began looking through it. She needed to listen to his breathing, make sure that stab wound wasn’t too deep. Pulling out the stethoscope, she pressed it to his chest and closed her eyes. Heartbeat. Breathing. Clear lung sounds, which was excellent. No punctured lung then. That meant she could stitch up the wound and finish examining the rest of him. But she needed a clear, clean area, so she cut away his shirt, laying the bloody fabric aside.

It was only oozing a little, but the area around it was smudged with blood. Looking around the room quickly, she spotted a small sink. She waited until the water warmed a little before putting the stopper in. Lathering a fresh bar of soap, she soaked a clean cloth in it before returning to him. Careful not to let the soapy water into the wound, she cleaned around it as best she could. By some miracle, this medkit had anesthetic in it.

“This will help numb you a bit so I can check for debris before I close it up, alright?”

He nodded.

She filled a syringe with the anesthetic before injecting all around the wound and waited a few minutes before gently poking near the wound. When he didn’t flinch away or yelp, she took it as her cue. Another syringe, without a needle, sat filled with sterile saline. With it, she irrigated the wound to clear it of any debris that might have found a way in. As carefully as she could, she peeled apart the edges of the wound to take one last look.

“Alright soldier, looks like it’s clean. Time to close you up.”

Claire took a deep, steadying breath, and began closing up the stab wound. It went faster than she’d expected and she was quite pleased with her work when she looked down at it.

“Now,” she said, stretching her back a little. “Let’s have a look at the rest of you.”

“Is… Is Murtagh…”

“He’s alive, but with bruised or broken ribs. I’m not sure. He wouldn’t let me look at him until after I’d tended you. Did they stab you anywhere else?”

“No, they didna.”

Nodding to herself, she cut away the rest of his shirt and hissed at the dark bruises already forming. She cleaned the blood off his skin to check for any lacerations. Most of the bleeding on his face had come from his nose. Thankfully, that flood had ceased. She wiped gingerly around his face, but only found more bruising. A few places where the skin had broken open, likely due to someone’s fist, were already clotting. There wasn’t much she could do for the split lip at this point, but it too had stopped oozing.

“Well, you don’t have anything more serious going on. How’s your head?”

“Throbbin’ a bit.”

“Like the migraine you had last time I was here?”

He nodded shortly.

“A bit. No’ quite so bad. Weel, it was earlier, but no’ as much now.”

Claire exhaled, wiping her brow with the back of her hand as she sat back on her heels and met his eyes squarely.

“Now, would you care to tell me just what the hell happened here?”

Jamie took as deep a breath he could with his new stitches and nodded again.

“Aye, ye deserve the truth. Ye ken I’m no’ English. I’m hiding out, trying to stay clear of a group that kens how powerful I could be. They want to unleash my power and use it for their own gains. All I want is to have a quiet life, help people when I can. I dinna want to ken the fate of a city or country or entire people.”

“And they want to use you?”

“Aye, they do. Been hunting me for years, ever since…”

The blue of his eyes suddenly shifted into a deep, dark tone.

“Ach, weel. I thought you’d come back, ye ken. I’d seen ye in the hallway, in a different vision, so I thought the knock was you. I see now that the vision I had was you coming in alone, concerned, no’ as I’d thought before.”

“They blitzed you?”

“Something like that, aye. As soon as I kent it wasna you, I called for Murtagh. He’s my godfather, ken? Swore to my mother on her deathbed that he’d keep me safe as if I was his own child. He’s good in a fight, especially an unexpected one like this. I dinna think they meant to stab me, I think they were aimin’ at Murtagh. I just got in the way. But he kept them busy until I could get up here and safe.”

Claire nodded slowly. Jamie visibly relaxed at that, then let out a stifled groan with the movement.

“We really should get you to a hospital.”

“No!” he said, wincing and clutching at his side. “No. That’s the first place they’ll look for me.”


“Please,” he said, “please, Claire. Ye canna take me there.”

The look of absolute terror in his eyes swayed her, against her better judgement.

“Fine. But I need to get downstairs and examine Murtagh. He took a nasty blow to the head and I’m afraid he’ll need stitches too. And I’m not leaving you alone up here. Come on, I’ll help you up.”

Taking hold of his left hand, she braced herself and helped him to his feet. He wobbled a little, but a hand on her shoulder helped him steady himself.

“How’s the head.”

“It’s… Starting to hurt a bit.”

His eyes were glazing over as he swayed on his feet.



“No, mo ghraidh… dinna go just yet.”

She giggled contentedly and nuzzled against him.

“I have to, I’m sorry. If I’m not in the surgery soon, they’ll come looking.”

“I’m no’ ready to let ye go yet…”

With a growl, he rolled above her, pinning her down.

“You brute!”

“Aye! I’m a brute! And I have ye at my mercy!”

Peals of laughter echoed in the small room, filling him with indescribable joy.


He swayed again, reaching for the wall to keep from toppling over all together. Everything hurt. Then, it was as if every ounce of pain in his body had moved behind it eyes..

“Christ my head…”

His vision began to blur, though not from visions.

“Damn it, your nose is bleeding again.”

She vanished from his sight for a moment before she returned, gently pushing something into his nose. He resisted the urge to sneeze, but was happy to realize blood was no longer running down his face.

“How bad is the pain? Scale of one to ten, ten being unbearable, excruciating pain?”

“Six and a half.”



Her cool, soft hands held his face between them, keeping his head from wobbling.

“Do you mind if I try something?”

“I dinna mind.”

“Is the pain in your temples?”


Then her long, elegant fingers pressed against his head. Without meaning to, he leaned into the pressure, eyes drawing closed. A lifetime might have passed right by him in those moments and he never would have noticed. All he knew was the connection they had, the way she drew the pain out of his head.

When she pulled her hands back, he nearly fell over. She smiled up at him, golden eyes glittering.


“Aye, much better. Thank ye.”

“Can you walk now, you think?”

“Verra slowly, but aye. I can walk.”

It took some time, but they got down the stairs and back to the kitchen. Murtagh wasn’t on the floor, at least, but he looked half dead. Half his face was caked with dried blood, his hair matted with it as well.

“Alright soldier, your turn.”

Jamie eased into a chair and took some amount of pleasure in watching Murtagh go through the same examination he’d just finished. She stitched up his scalp and cleaned the blood from his face and beard.

When she was satisfied they were both as cleaned up as she could make them, she sat down with a huff.

“Will they come back?”

“No’ tonight. Stabbing Jamie will likely get them in trouble. It was meant for me.”

“So why not kill you and wait for Jamie to emerge?”

Murtagh shrugged and Jamie envied the ease of his movement.

“Dinna ken. But they’ll no’ be back tonight. Ye can head home, lass. I’ve got Jamie.”

“Not with that head wound. I’m not going anywhere until I’m sure the both of you are,” she interrupted herself with a yawn. “Until you’re stable.”

Jamie glanced up at Murtagh, who’s good eye was locked on Claire. He had the most curious expression on his face, one Jamie couldn’t figure out.

“Get some rest, lass. I’m no’ falling asleep for a good while yet.”

“I couldn’t possibly,” she said, yawning again.

Claire leaned forward and folded her arms on the table, resting her head on top of them. She was asleep a moment later.

“Did she touch ye?” Murtagh asked in a harsh whisper.

“What?” Jamie asked, staring blearily at his godfather. “Why?”

“Just answer the bloody question. Did she touch ye?”

Jamie felt his frown deepen.

“Aye… She did.”

“When? What was happening?”

“She’d got me on my feet to come down to she could tend ye. I started havin’ a vision again. The pain was awful. Thought my head was gonna burst. And then she… I dinna ken what it was, Murtagh. But it was beautiful. Like she just reached in and pulled the pain out.”

“And the vision?”

Jamie shook his head before wincing.

“It was over before she did anything. Murtagh, what does this mean? You kent Mam and Da, Willie. I dinna ken what’s happening to me.”

Murtagh made a valiant effort at smiling, though it ended up looking more garish than soothing. It did nothing to tame the fear churning inside him. His visions were getting out of control and he didn’t know what to do. Anyone who might have helped him, who’d gone through this before, was dead. Jenny didn’t have the same powers and not in the same intensity. Loathe as he was to admit it, Jamie was growing fearful of his own power.

“You’re growing, lad. I didna see Brian come into his full powers, ken. But I saw what Ellen did for him a time or two. They were a True Pair, aye? Meant for one another.”

“Aye, Jenny said so. Mam broke an engagement wi’ another man to marry Da.”

Murtagh waved his hand dismissively.

“Ach. That was part of it. But yer da was one of the most powerful psychics in the world. His visions were strong, like yours are, started causin’ him problems. Until he met Ellen. What she did for him… I dinna ken if there’s words strong enough for it. But the look on your face was the same he had after Ellen healed him.”

“Mam was… Mam was a healer?”

“Aye, like yon Claire.”

A tight ache formed in Jamie’s chest at the thought of his mother. He didn’t remember much about her, and only had a few photographs of her. Murtagh had known her for a long time, though he didn’t speak of it often.

“What does it mean?” he asked, heart pounding. “That she’s a healer like Mam?”

“It means ye need to keep her close, aye? If yer visions get worse, like Brian’s did, they could rightly kill ye. Ye need her.”

A sudden realization hit Jamie like a ton of bricks.

“Da didna die of a stroke, did he?”

Murtagh shook his head slowly.

“No, lad. It was his visions what killed him. We only had it written up as a stroke, to try and keep you and Jenny safe. Losing Ellen meant he had no healer to keep the visions from getting too strong.”

Jamie looked at Claire, sleeping peacefully in front of him. A dark tendril of curly hair brushed her pale cheek, making her look heartbreakingly young and innocent. He swallowed and shook his head.

“She’s got a man, Murtagh, a life. I canna ask her to gi’ that up.”

“When ye first read her tea leaves, and then her palms, what did ye see?”

Jamie closed his eyes to recall the images.

“No, lad! Dinna do it that way or you’ll start bleedin’ again and she needs time to recover. Just think, dinna call it up again. Use memory, not power.”

Rather than recall the images, he recalled the memories.

“I told her she had a choice to make, her life branched into two paths. One was uneventful, but comfortable. The other was more exciting. Neither would bring destruction.”

“What do ye think that means?”

“I dinna ken,” Jamie complained, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I try not to interpret things for other people, ye ken that. And I dinna look into my own future.”

Murtagh nodded slowly.

“Aye. But maybe just think about what that might mean for her. And for you. She already keeps your secrets. And she was drawn here tonight, like she kent ye needed her. Your power calls to hers, they compliment each other, ken. Ye need her, but she needs you too.”

Jamie’s eyes moved to Claire again, her mouth hanging slightly open in sleep. He wondered if she would have kept herself awake under more normal circumstances.

“Did it hurt her? When she healed me?”

“Dinna ken, but I dinna think so. Ellen explained it to me like this. It’s no’ so much that she takes the pain into herself, but she channels it out o’ you.”

“And it willna hurt her?”

“As long as she doesna go too far, no,“ Murtagh responded, shaking his head. His good eye moved to Claire, exhausted and dead to the world, and his expression softened. "This was, I’d be willin’ to bet, the first time she did this sort o’ healing. I’m surprised she made it down the stairs, let alone stitched me up.”

Jamie took in the sight of her; her pale skin; her brown, curly hair ruffling over her shoulders. If left in that position, she would wake up sore. He couldn’t bear the thought of her in any sort of pain.

“What are ye thinkin’ lad?”

Jamie knew, if left in that position, she would wake up sore. He couldn’t bear the thought of her in any sort of pain.

“That Claire willna wake verra happy if we leave her slumped over like a sack of grain.”

Murtagh rolled his eye.

“And just how do ye expect us to get her onto the couch?”

“No’ the couch. She saved our lives tonight. The spare bedroom, at least.”

The eye went wide enough that Jamie half worried it would fall out of his head.

“Up the stairs?! Have ye gone mad? Claire didna say ye’d been clouted o’er the heid!”

Jamie started to shrug, but caught himself.

“I havena been clouted o’er the head, Murtagh. Maybe I’ve gone mad, but she did save our lives.”

Murtagh pursed his lips, wincing as the split began oozing again.

“Aye. And ye’ve a useless arm. How do ye propose we get her up the stairs? Magic?!”

Jamie rolled his eyes.

“Ye have visions, Jamie. Ye dinna lift things with yer mind.”

“Come on. I’ll no’ leave her here.”

Between the two of them, they somehow got her up the stairs. There was one moment when Jamie was sure Murtagh was about to drop her, but they kept themselves together. Murtagh lay her on the bed and left, seeing no other need. Jamie heard him shuffle down the stairs and putter about the kitchen.

Jamie struggled for a moment before removing her shoes, setting them on the floor beside the bed. Then he brushed back the curls on her forehead, staring at her beautiful face. Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“Rest, mo ghraidh,” he whispered in Gaelic, the endearment from his vision coming all too easily in the present. His thumb softly stroked her cheek. “Get peace while you can, for I fear your life has been thrown into chaos by mine.”

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Because i’m impatient, bored, and not in the country for halloween week, i’m posting this now. Sorry guys! It’s also probably the wrong time to post but I won’t be able to rest until I do. My attempt at being slightly spooky. I hope it’s okay!

A special thank you to @xemmaloveskillianx for listening to me waffle on extensively. You’re amazing!


SUMMARY: Emma’s routine patrol takes one night takes a dramatic turn… with chilling results.

Emma huffed and downed the last of her coffee while keeping her eye on the road. She’d only been deputy in Storybrooke for a month and while it definitely had its perks, one of the downsides were these late night patrols.

Maybe she’d become too used to city life but she really could not see the point of driving down endless stretches of creepy roads with nothing but forest to take in.  It’s not as if she was going to come across anything other than some wild deer and possibly a couple foxes.

She let out another huff and noticed a slight frost to her breath. Winter was well and truly settling in and soon she was fiddling with the car’s heating and popping on the radio to keep her company on these dark, narrow country lanes.

Drumming her fingers idly on the steering wheel, the lights of the car suddenly landed on a figure in the road, trudging along the side of the dirt edge.

“Who the hell would be out walking at this time of night?”

She slowed the car and sounded the siren to alert the figure, flashing the patrol car lights for good measure.

The figure stopped and turned to take in the car.

The man looked dazed. His blue eyes shone bright from the beam of the headlights, skin pale and clothes smart yet seemingly ruffled.

Emma pulled up beside the man and lowered her window.

“You okay there?”

“Aye, officer.” he spoke politely.

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Chapter Eighteen

For what felt like an eternity, a shivering bird chirping weakly was the only sound in the forest. The trio of toms were perfectly still, hardly even blinking, their breaths caught in their throats. Time crawled by until, ever so slowly, Raventhroat inhaled, dropped his prey, and opened his mouth.

“Are you kidding me,” he said.

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Spooky sleepover // Joe Sugg

Ello ello. I might not be up to scratch with my writing as of soon… because I’m staring my English assessment. We read a novel called ‘hatchet’, and I have to write 3 journal entries from the point of view of the main character, Brian Robeson, after he returns home. It’s going to be at least 3 pages, since each journal entry is at least one page of writing. 

Can i have 14 with Joe? Thank youu! I love your blog✨💕


The feelings were there, everyone knew it. Even Joe knew it, it was obvious. He had unmistakable feelings for her and her beauty. She was the definition of perfection. Her hair always flowed amazingly, and her eyes shone like the diamond on a ring. There were no imperfections anywhere where Joe could see… and he was sure there were none where he couldn’t see, either. Her smile could light up the room, and her singing could bring you to tears. Everyone loved her and her ways.


“Joe. Y/N. Shut up!” Oli scolded as they were trying to watch the movie. All the boys were over, and they were watching ‘It’. It was a scary movie, and the jump scares got to Y/N a lot. She was sat, snuggled into Joe’s side, watching the movie. He had an arm loosely wrapped around her, enough to be comfortable. Y/N usually sat like this with the boys, as they were like her brothers. But with Joe… it felt different. She felt some sort of connection with Joe, and she couldn’t help but be intrigued by the idea of dating him. Joe playfully rolled his eyes, after the scolding of them both. There was silence between them all, besides the common crunch of popcorn or chips.

Pennywise came shooting out onto the screen, scaring the wits out of Y/N. She squealed, hiding her face in Joe’s chest, under the blanket. He ran a hand up and down her back to calm her down. The boys all either screamed, or laughed at Y/N’s reaction.  Conor’s reaction was nearly as bad as Y/N’s… if not, worse. He fell off the couch, as he was reaching to get some popcorn when it happened. Y/N eventually came up, being weary of the next scenes, in case there were any more jump scares.  She still had her face leaning on Joe’s chest when she came up, but high enough so she could see what was happening. “C-can I hold your hand?” She whispered to Joe. Joe didn’t reply, only grabbing her hand softly. He traced small circles on her hand with his thumb, and it seemed to calm Y/N down a lot. She relaxed, and continued to watch the movie.


Everyone began to clean up after the movie, organizing who was going to sleep where. Joe and Byron were going to sleep in their own beds, as it was their apartment… but they still had to situate 4 other people. They decided that Oli was going to sleep in the other spare room, and Y/N, Caspar and Conor were going to sleep on the couch. As they began to lay out all of their beddings and pillows, Joe went over to Y/N. “Hey, do you want to come and sleep in my bed with me? I don’t mean it in any like sexual way at all… the couch just isn’t very comfortable and I thought that you might not want to sleep with two boys around you. We can sleep like on opposite ends of the bed I don’t mind, or I’ll even sleep down here if you want me to,” he rambled nervously. A small smile crept onto her lips as she accepted.

“Thank you, Joseph, that would be nice. You don’t have to sleep on the couch, if anything… it would be better for me so I don’t get as scared.” She replied. They both nodded, and Y/N went up the stairs into Joe’s room as he helped set up the rest of the blankets. She put her pajamas on and climbed onto her side of the bed. She knew that Joe like to sleep on the right side, so she snuggled into the left. Just as she dozed off, which wasn’t long after she got in, Joe quietly walked into the room. He slipped off his shirt and slid into his side of the bed, trying his best not to wake Y/N. He found some courage after a while, and eventually slipped an arm around Y/N before falling asleep himself.

I’m Never Going to Leave You

I hope you are enjoying my first attempt at fan fiction!  I know I’m learning a lot about the process (and myself) along the way.  I would love to hear any and all feedback you might have for me.  What do you like and what do you hate about it?  Criticism helps!  I do hope you enjoy this part, though.  :)

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Part 4

Nesta slowly awoke, cocooned in a warmth she hadn’t ever felt before.  The smell of woodsmoke and embers was delicious, filling her with comfort and a sense of security.  Someone must have lit the fire in her bedroom hearth during the night.  Still fuzzy with sleep, she slits her eyes open.  She can see the sunlight filtering through her bed curtains, rainbows of colors through the gossamer material.  Pausing, she rapidly came awake when she remembered she doesn’t have bed curtains.  Reaching up to run her fingers across the colors, she brushed strong, Illyrian wings.  

Suddenly a sleepy groan rumbled against her chest and Cassian’s arms folded her even closer against his body.  “Those are extremely sensitive, Nesta.”  He still had his eyes closed but his breath was too rapid for sleep.

She stiffened at the close contact, but after a few minutes she began to relax.  This was Cassian, the male who helped her yesterday, the male who watched as she got revenge on his friend, the male who watched over her while she slept.  He wasn’t going to hurt her, and she made a conscious decision right then to believe that.  “Are they still healing, after what Hybern did to you?”

“No, they are fully healed, and much faster than the first time thanks to Feyre’s bloodbane.  I still have scars from both encounters against him, but my wings are as strong as ever.”

Opening his eyes, he watched as Nesta traced the air next to the scars on his wings.  She was careful not to touch them although she wanted to feel their leathery strength under her fingertips again.  Pausing her fingers next to a particularly long scar, Nesta tilted her head and looked at Cassian, asking silent permission.  His eyes widening, he slowly nodded, tensing his body for the contact.  

Delicately she traced the scar with her finger, feeling the smooth areas surrounding it and then crossing over the rough ridges of the scar itself.  It still felt leathery, just very tough, like hardened tree bark.  Sliding her fingers back onto the smooth area she followed the colors created by the sunlight shining through his wing, trailing along a membrane, following it’s path from the tip of a claw down as far as her arm could reach and back again.  Nesta was fascinated by the softness of his wing; it felt like buttery leather.  She could feel the heat of his wings through her fingers, and the tendons that quivered along their length.  She became aware of Cassian trembling against her and she quickly snatched her fingers away from his wings.  

“I hurt you, didn’t I?”  Looking up at his face, Cassian had hung his head and closed his eyes and was breathing heavily.  Nesta could see the struggle in his features, feel how tense his whole body had become while she explored his wings.  She tried to move away, but Cassian snatched her arms and held her tightly against him, resting his forehead against hers, his hair brushing her cheeks.

“Just.  Don’t.  Move.”  He whispered, almost gasping to take a breath.

Nesta held very still while he composed himself over the next several minutes.  Finally he took a long, shuddering breath and raised his head. She could have sworn she saw fire in his eyes before he met her concerned gaze, but when he looked at her the hazel in his eyes was full of warmth and humor.  

“Was that wrong?”  Nesta lifted her hand and rested it on Cassian’s cheek to prevent him from looking away.  Surprise lit up his face at her touch. Placing his hand over hers, he leaned his head into her embrace and answered almost gruffly, “No.  As I said, they are just very, very sensitive.”  Then Cassian stretched out his wings and the chill of the morning air rushed in.  Nesta fully realized they had fallen asleep on the roof and slept there all night, wrapped in the warmth of his wings.  Surprised, she thought this was the first full nights sleep she had had since before her transition; probably since even before Thomas.  

“How about some breakfast?”  Cassian stood up from the swing and held out his hand to help her stand.  She actually did feel hungry this morning.

He kept ahold of her hand as they made their way downstairs to the dinning room.  As they got closer, Nesta heard laughter and voices and the clink of silverware on plates.  Suddenly nervous, she stopped and tried to remove her hand from Cassian’s.  Of course, he refused to let go.  Turning to stand in front of her, he placed his other hand on her shoulder and waited for her to look up at him.  

“Nesta, that’s our family in there.  Everyone only ever wants what is best for each other, and that includes you.”

Taking a deep breath, Nesta whispered, “I haven’t always been the easiest person to get along with.”

Snorting, obviously trying hard not to laugh out loud, Cassian choked out, “We know.”

Nesta glared at him and shoved his hand off her shoulder, dropping his other hand in a huff.  Grinning, Cassian told her, “We’ve all had our moments with one another, Nesta.  Granted, you’ve had more of them than most.”  At that she crossed her arms and he hurried to add, “But we will always forgive each other.  That’s what family does.  We learn and grow and fight and argue and forgive and love each other.  All of us, no matter what.  You included.”

Raising an eyebrow, Nesta said, “Even Mor?”

Pursing his lips, Cassian said, “Yeah, she might take a little bit longer after last night.”

Nesta let a smile slip out and he smirked, saying, “There’s the grin I wanted to see.  Come on, let’s eat.”

Taking a deep breath, she followed him into the dinning room.  Everyone was there, even Mor, and they all were happily greeting Cassian but fell silent when Nesta appeared around him.  Stiffening her shoulders, she marched over to the table and sat in an empty chair next to Rhysand.  After a slight pause, everyone resumed their chatter, except Mor, who glared daggers in Nesta’s direction.  Nesta ignored her.  Cassian took the empty chair next to Nesta and quickly made her a plate of food, then he dug in himself.  She picked at the fruit on her plate, keeping her gaze down and listening to the conversations around the table.  The topics ranged all over the place, from the various activities each of them participated in the previous evening in Velaris, to plans for the festivals coming up in the months ahead, then jumping to Amren’s new favorite foods this week; she was still learning new tastes and textures since being Made all over again.  Nesta listened to everyone interacting and enjoying each other’s company, beginning to relax in her chair, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Looking up, she saw that Feyre had leaned across behind Rhys to get closer to her.  Nesta leaned over as well.  Softly, her sister said, “I’ve missed you.”  Reaching up to hold her hand, Nesta replied, “I’ve missed you, too.”  Smiling at her, Feyre sat back in her chair and resumed eating.  

Gradually, as everyone finished eating, the conversation started revolving around the training camps.  Varian looked at Cassian, who wiped his mouth with his napkin and said, “Rhys, Feyre.  We have a request from the Summer Court to allow Varian and some of his men to train with our Illyrian warriors.”

Rhys raised an eyebrow and glanced in Cassian’s direction.  “So that’s why you were thinking about training drills so strongly this morning.”  Cassian chocked on the mouthful of eggs he was swallowing. Feyre began to snicker and he glared at her, turning bright red in the face.  Mor looked positively livid.  Puzzled, Nesta turned to pat Cassian on the back, but not before she saw Rhys try to hide a smile behind his hand.  Turning his attention to Varian, Rhys continued.  “Interesting idea.  Although the lack of wings may hinder your men learning some of our techniques.”  Azriel chuckled, leaning back in his seat next to Mor.  Varian also grinned and said, “I’m sure we could still pick up a trick or two.”  At Rhys’ answering grin, Varian leaned his arms on the table and continued more seriously.  “Any techniques we gain will only help to improve our skills in battle.  If we learned anything from the war with Hybern it’s to anticipate the unexpected.  I’m sure we have a few maneuvers we can teach your warriors as well.”  He nodded in Az and Cassian’s direction with his last statement.

Rhys crossed his arms, considering Varian’s words.  Feyre spoke up, “I think it’s a solid idea.  It will train both armies in new techniques, as well as train them to work together, with each other, as one unit instead of as two armies side by side.  I think it makes a lot of sense.”

Rhys nodded at Feyre, then turned to his second with a faint smirk.  “Amren, do you have any unprejudiced thoughts on the topic?”

Amren snorted indelicately at his innuendo and gave him a feral grin before speaking.  “It always makes sense to prepare for the worst.  Only a fool sits around idly and hopes for the best.  Anyone who does nothing to prepare themselves deserves the horrible fate that falls on them.  Let’s be damn sure that happens to someone else and not us.”

“And spending more time in Varian’s company is just an added benefit, hmm?”  Mor smirked openly at Amren.  Surprising everyone, Amren simply winked back.  Feyre let out a laugh, and the other’s began to add their own thoughts to the benefits of training together.

The discussion continued but Nesta wasn’t listening, instead going over in her mind what Amren had said about being prepared.  She thought back to her training sessions during the war, the endless hours sitting across from Amren, trying to learn as much as possible about the power that might be inside of her.  At the time they hadn’t been sure there was any power, but her confrontation with Hybern answered that question.  If she could have had more time to train, more time to practice, would it have made a difference in the war?  Could she have prevented so many lost lives?  Could she have prevented her father’s murder?  Or protected Cassian from being broken yet again?

Was she being a fool, like Amren said, for doing nothing this past month, hiding in her rooms, afraid of the darkness still swirling inside of her?  Glancing up, she found Amren was staring at her, and Nesta couldn’t look away.  Even though her eyes were no longer ethereal, they still blazed with strength.  Amren gave a slight nod to Nesta, as if she had been listening to her inner monologue.  

“I want to train, too.”  The room went dead silent at Nesta’s pronouncement.  All eyes turned to stare at her, but she didn’t notice.  She was still watching Amren, who gave a firm nod of approval.  Nesta squared her shoulders and looked around at everyone at the table, meeting their stares.  Elain and Feyre had small grins on their faces.  Mor seemed a bit shocked but still had an angry glare on her face, while the males just seemed dumbfounded that she had spoken in the first place.  Rhys cleared his throat, composing his features, and said, “Good.  The more you learn about the power inside of you the better you’ll be able to control it.  Since we still don’t know exactly what that power entails, we’ll all take turns working with you until you feel comfortable and natural using it.  It’s a part of you now and like any skill or talent it needs refining.”

Nesta nodded, then turned to look at Cassian and said, “I also want to train how to fight with my hands.  With weapons.  Like the female warriors in the Illyrian camps.  Like Feyre and Morrigan did during the battles.”  Mor visibly jumped in her seat at Nesta’s inclusion of her, and looked back and forth between Cassian and Nesta.  She didn’t know what Morrigan saw, but Nesta watched her relax slightly, still with a frown on her face.  Cassian’s eyes shone with so much pride she had to turn away before she embarrassed herself.  But she didn’t flinch away when he reached for her hand under the table and held it tightly.  

Nesta looked at Feyre and Elain who quickly smoothed away the wide grins they each had on their faces.  Rolling her eyes, Nesta blushed and tried to pull her hand away from Cassian, but he refused to let her go.  Grinning himself, he said, “I think it’s time we all relocated to the camp for a few weeks, don’t you think?”  Everyone murmured their approval and started to disperse to get ready to leave later that day.

Rising from the table, Cassian kept a tight grip on Nesta’s hand and walked her to her room.  Pausing at her door, he faced her, searching her face.  Finally, he asked her, “Are you sure about this?”

Blowing out a breath, she replied, “I’m not sure of anything anymore.  All I know is, that after I decided I wanted to train, I felt…different.  Better?  Like a weight has started to lift from my shoulders.  It’s still there, but lighter.  I don’t know how to explain it-“  She stopped when Cassian reached up to touch her check with the back of his fingers.  He was looking at her with tenderness in his eyes.

“I know exactly what you mean.  It’s how I felt when Rhys and Azriel and I found each other in the training camp.  Before that, I was alone and weighed down with so many burdens on my back every day.  After we got together, I didn’t feel like I was carrying the whole world on my shoulders by myself anymore.”  He paused, looking into her eyes, before he lowered his voice and admitted, “I’m very proud of you for being willing to train, Nesta.”

Blushing furiously, she looked away.  No one had ever been proud of her before, or at least admitted it to her.  Then she remembered her father and his three ships named after all three of his daughters, his flagship named after her.  And she realized he had been proud of her and that she wanted to live up to that pride he had in her.  Looking back at Cassian, she discovered she also wanted to be worthy of the pride this Illyrian warrior had for her, too.  She gave him a small smile to say thank you and squeezed his hand.

Raising her hand to his lips, he kissed her fingers and said, “I have to run a few errands before we depart.  I’ll be back to fly you to the camp with me in a few hours.”  Winking at her, he turned and walked back down the hall.

Nesta watched him leave, then went in search of Feyre.  Grinning to herself, she had a few preparations of her own to make as well.

Professor Jones (1/12)

Summary: Killian Jones is a Professor of Maritime History in the sleepy New England town of Storybrooke, Maine. He falls for his graduate student, Emma Swan, and their love has devastating consequences. (Modern day AU) Rated M

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Emma wiped her hands on her jeans and braced herself. Walking into Professor Jones class took herculean effort. She would deny it until her last breath, but she swore the air seemed to sizzle when they were together. If the Maritime History class hadn’t been one of the required courses for her graduate course she would have bailed. She tried to switch professors but was denied as the other professor’s class was full. She took a deep breath, opened the door of the lecture hall and quickly blew it out in relief. The hall was empty. Confused and a little irritated that she hadn’t been given notice, she assumed class was canceled. She turned on her heels and headed back out the door when she heard the smooth voice.

“Going somewhere Swan?”

She hated when he called her that. She had asked him to please call her Emma for the better part of three weeks with no results. She hadn’t seen him sitting in the chair adjacent to the lecture podium. With his signature, all black attire, he blended seamlessly into the dark. It annoyed her that a professor would wear tight black jeans and black shirts. What the hell kind of teacher dresses like that anyway she thought. The black shouldn’t surprise her since he practically radiated darkness. Sexy, gorgeous, darkness. She watched as he stood up in the chair and begin to make his way toward her. Her breath hitched and she licked her lips nervously.

“I guess I didn’t get the memo that class was canceled” she said with a bite.

  “Well that’s shame. I thought I emailed everyone but you must have been left off the list. Actually, this works out splendidly since I needed to speak with you anyway.”

The last thing Emma wanted to do was stand in a dark, empty lecture hall with him. He was too close. He was always too close. She could smell him and the scent of leather and something woodsy filled her senses until she wanted to curl up in his arms and breathe him in. It was always like this. The first time she saw him on campus she felt like she’d been punched. The way his dark hair fell over his eyes, the long, confident stride, and the accent had every girl that saw him dropping at his feet. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing she was practically salivating every time he was nearby.  

“And what would that be about professor?” she crossed her arms as she spoke, as much to send a DO NOT CROSS signal as it was to keep her hands from betraying her by running them down his body. 

“I’ve dropped you from this class” he said turning to gather up his papers. 

Emma’s jaw fell open. “You what? Why would you do that? I need this class Mr. Jones” she began to plead.

“Swan, relax. I got you into Hopper’s class. I was assured by your adviser that it fit into your schedule. I was told you had been trying to get in but were denied. I thought you’d be pleased” he said with a lift of his brow and a slight smirk.

“Oh. Uh, thank you. But why?”

As he slung his bag over his shoulder he turned and grinned at her. Emma was sure her heart stopped and restarted as he practically glided over to stand in front of her. His smile made her think of a crocodile ready to devour its prey.
“Because you can’t have a relationship with a student you are teaching. It’s frowned upon apparently”.

“We aren’t in a relationship” she said with more cockiness than the blush creeping up her neck allowed for. 

“Not yet love” he whispered and walked out of the room.

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Tyler Bate Smut.

Y/N couldn’t quite recall how she ended up at Tyler’s house. She couldn’t tell you why there were tears down her face or when the rain started. Hesitant to knock, she did after a minute or so.

Praying he was home, she smiled a bit when he opened the door.“ Love! What are you doing in the rain? Why are you crying? Come on in, you’re shivering!” He exclaimed before he pulled her inside the house.Standing on his place mat, she waited when he told her to. Watching him run off, she smiled when he had come back to wrap a towel around her body.“ Come on I got some clothes for you.”

Y/N toed off her shoes as she followed him through the house.“ I-I didn’t mean to bother you. I see you’re getting ready for bed.” She nodded towards his outfit of just a pair of pajama pants.

Tyler chuckled and waved his hand at her.“ Don’t think anything of it. How about we get some warm clothes on then we go and make some tea. Then we can sit and you can tell me what happened.”

Y/N paused as she stood in his room,watching as he dug out his ‘Mustache Mountain’ and a pair of sweatpants for her. Tyler approached her and she gave him a small smile.“Thank you so much.” She murmured to him, gently taking the clothes from him. Going into the bathroom, she got changed.

Coming out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see him just waiting for her. When he looked up at her, she just ran into his body before wrapping her arms around his neck. Tyler rubbed her back gently as he just held her in his arms.“Pete-Pete.” Y/N repeated into his chest and when he backed up, he gently grabbed a hold of her face in his hands.

Tyler gave her a small smile as he stared into her eyes.“ Y/N take a deep breath. What happened with Pete?”

Y/N took a deep breath like advised before she spoke,“ Pete saw Mike cheating on me.” The words that came out made her blink back tears seeing as Tyler was holding her face.

When he did let go, she dug her face back into his chest.“ I was so stupid.” She mumbled just resting against him as he rubbed her back.

Y/N stared up at him as he pulled away from her before he grabbed her waist. Nudging her to his bed, he guided her to the bed.“How about we get some sleep love?”

Nodding, Y/N climbed into the bed and got under the covers followed by Tyler doing the same thing. When he did lay down, she wrapped her arms around his neck gently.“ If you want me to, I’ll go and beat him up. He’s no chance for me because I’m one half of the mustache mountain.”

Y/N smiled at what he said before she started relaxing when he began brushing her hair back.“ It’s okay, just hurt. Didn’t even like him that much. I like one half of mustache mountain.” She murmured to him as she pressed her face into the side of his chest.

She wasn’t sure what time she fell asleep but she remembers waking up. Her arms around Tyler, Tyler holding her close to his chest. Looking up at him, she smiled a bit. Trying to move from his grip made her realize he was already awake as she felt it tightening.

“Where you going love?” God his morning voice was so scratchy and she could listen to him talk for a while. Laying back down, she shrugged.

Now that she thought of it, she really didn’t have a place to go at the moment. She was living with Mike and even if she didn’t want to go back, she had to go and get her things.It was Tyler’s voice that broke her little trance as she thought.”Y/N, you can stay here. I don’t mind sharing my bed with you.”He said as he brushed her hair back.

Y/N nodded and smiled a bit.”Thanks Tyler but I couldn’t possibly become a bother to you.”She as about to speak again when he grabbed a hold of her cheeks once more. Y/N’s eyes flickered from him to his lips back to his eyes. Rubbing her cheek gently,she almost nuzzled her cheek into his hand.

“Y/N, what you said last night? About liking one half of mustache mountain. Is that me or Trent? Because Trent is a great guy and I know that he would treat you like a gentlem-.”His words were cut off as she leaned up to press her lips to his.

Pulling away after just a few seconds,she gave him a small smile.”Obviously it’s your half of mustache mountain that I like.”Tyler grinned at her before pulling her back to him. Leaning down,he pressed his lips to hers.

Kissing him back,her fingers brushed through his hair at the nape of his neck as she smiled into the kiss.Pulling away for just a second,she smiled up at him.”I-I like you Tyler. I have. You were dating that girl Toni. Then I started dating Mike and then you and her broke up and things didn’t work in time with one another.I thought Mike loved me but I guess I was wrong.”She admitted,her lower lip starting to tremble before Tyler kissed her once more.

Stunned,she took a few seconds before she kissed him back. His fingers skimmed down her shirt as he played with the bottom of her shirt. Pulling back,she sat up in the bed to push the covers off. Grabbing the shirt,she raised it up over her head. Y/N laughed a bit when she heard Tyler gasping.”I had to take my bra off to put it in the dryer.”She explained to him.

Tyler nodded his head and raised his hands a bit.”I am not complaining at all.”He said as he set up to gently push her back onto the spot where she was just laying.”Relax love, I’m gonna take care of you.”He reassured her as he leaned down pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

Relaxing back on the bed like he told her too, she giggled a bit when she felt him leaving kisses down the valley of her breasts. The hair of his mustache tickling against her skin which made her laugh a little bit. When he grabbed both of her boobs in his hands and squeezed,she gasped a bit.

Letting go, his mouth attached to her nipple while his hands played with the other one. Alternating in between the two, she gasped when he had bit down on her nipple. “Tyler.”She gasped out,scratching at his back gently.

Y/N bit at her lower lip as he picked his head back up from her chest with a smirk.”I want you to relax darling.”He said, pressing a kiss to her lips gently.”Just lay back and trust me dollface.”

Laying back on the bed,she watched him. Actually watched him. She studied the tattoo on his arm and the little freckles that donned across his chest moving to his abs as well. Y/N only focused in on him again when she felt his lips pressing against her neck gently.”Can I leave a little something?”His question muffled against her skin as he waited for permission.

Feeling a little nod,he smirked a bit.”I want to hear your words love.”Tyler said, his voice deeper than usual.

“I-yes please.”Y/N breathed out before she felt him smirk. After a few seconds of waiting, she let out a small gasp that she didn’t realize she was holding in as he began to nibble at a few spots on her neck. Her breathing hitched when he found her ‘sweet spot.’ Smirking he began focusing his attack there. He began nibbling and sucking up until there was a purple bruise flourishing across her skin.

Y/N’s fingers made their way into his hair and she gave him a tug when he finally pulled away from her neck.”No teasing Tyler please.”She begged before he chuckled at her begging.

Tyler pulled away with his eyebrow arched.”You’re begging for me already? Did he give you no love?”He asked as his fingers trailed down her body with a feather light touch. Tyler couldn’t help but growl when she shook her head.”I am gonna take care of you tonight. It’s all about you tonight.”

Y/N blushed at how he reacted before she felt his fingers tugging at the sweatpants she had on.”Can I take these off of you baby?” He asked,looking into her eyes before she nodded. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of the pants before he dragged them down her legs gently.”You’re so goddamn beautiful. Like an angel.”He said before hearing her laugh.

When he gave her a questioning look,she shrugged.”You’re too cheesy.”She said,laughing a little bit but squealed when he leaned down and nibbled at her thigh gently.

“Shush that pretty little mouth of yours and lay back.”Tyler demanded as he threw the pants onto the floor before he was tugging her panties down her legs as well. Once they joined the pants, Tyler sat back on his knees and smiled as he looked over Y/N’s flushed body. Hair was fanned out against the pillow, her lips parted and her eyes staying glued on him to watch for his next move.

Spreading her legs gently, he settled in between them. Y/N’s eyes focused in on him like lasers as he began pressing kisses to her ankles. Moving up her legs, he began pressing kisses to her ankles,knees, and stopping when he got to her inner thighs. Y/N’s fingers gripped the sheets as she moaned out. Biting and sucking, he smirked at the little mark it left.

Tyler licked his lips as he made eye contact with her.”Can’t wait to drive you crazy.”He growled to her before his tongue flicked out against her clit. Her fingers let go of the blankets and moved into his hair gently. Feeling him put pressure against it,she moaned out and tugged his hair gently.”You’re so damn responsive.”He praised with a smirk.

Licking at her clit a few times, she bit at her lower lip when she felt one of his fingers pressing against her entrance. Moaning when he finally pushed one into her, she tugged at his blonde locks gently.

Y/N thought he was going to stop teasing when he began pressing kisses to her thighs before she felt him adding a second finger.”Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”He growled against her inner thigh. She tugged at his hair and let out a squeal of surprise when he had hooked his fingers inside of her.

Tyler knew what he was doing and she was definitely experiencing that. In the back of her head,all she could think about was that this was not the innocent Tyler Bate who was her best friend.

Being brought out of her thoughts by a bite to her clit,she gasped,tugging at his hair once more.”Fucks sakes!”She moaned out,throwing her head back into the pillows.

When her head hit the plush pillow, all of his movements faltered.Snapping her head back up,she stared at him with her eyebrows arched.”You keep eye contact or I’m gonna stop this.”He warned her before she bucked her hips against his fingers.

“Fine fine! I’ll keep my head up!”She exclaimed before hearing him chuckle and going back to moving his fingers in and out of her.

Not even 30 seconds later, his tongue was joining back on her clit. Y/N could feel the band in her stomach,tightening with every little thing he did whether it was move his fingers or a flicker of his tongue.

“Come on love. Come all over my fingers.”Tyler spoke and put his tongue right back to work. Few seconds later,she was spilling profanities mixed with his name as the band snapped and she was cumming all over his fingers.

Removing his fingers, he cleaned his fingers off with a smirk.”You are the best tasting thing in this whole world.I plan to eat that sweet little pussy of yours later tonight. Just you wait.You’ll be begging me to stop.”

Y/N’s face flushed red at his words and she bit her lip. She wasn’t sure what happened to her ‘innocent’ best friend but god, she never wanted him to be innocent again if this is what she’s getting.

Y/N tugged his hair before she moaned out.”Please fuck me Ty.” She panted out in a whine of sorts. Once he moved up her body, he grinned down at her. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers as one of her hands trailed down his chest to slide in his boxers.

Wrapping her fingers around his length,she bit at his lower lip.She was a bit surprised on what he was carrying. He was nice and thick. Not too big but he was the perfect size. Tyler growled against his lips when she wrapped around his length. Tugging at his boxers, she pulled them down as he pressed kisses against her face and her neck gently.”Tyler.”She moaned out before he nodded his head,knowing what she wanted.

Tyler pulled back off of her and looked down at her.”Are you taking any meds? Do I need a condom?”He asked and she couldn’t help but smile at how he was even a gentleman in bed. Shaking her head at him,she smirked a bit.

”On the pill. Come on babe.”She mumbled with a small pout on her lips. Nodding he laid back on top of her,his arms holding him up before she reached in between their bodies. Grabbing a hold of his cock, she lined it up with her entrance. Tyler and Y/N matched their moans as he slowly pushed into her.

Slowly moving, he was filled to the hilt in no time. Giving her a few seconds to adjust, he began thrusting when she tugged at his hair once more. “You’re so fucking tight princess. This is all mine now. You’re all mine.”Tyler growled out as he bit at her neck once more.

Y/N was too focused on him picking up the pace that she laid there with her mouth open, only moans and curses spilling out of her mouth along with his name scrambled in between.

“Tyler, more please. I won’t break.”She breathed out and he chuckled a bit in her ear before he really began thrusting into her. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other mixed with their moans and groans. Her pleasure was heightened when his thumb came back to rest on her clit,rubbing in figure eights and applying pressure.

Tyler was thrusting away when she felt herself squeezing around his cock.”Come on kitten. You gonna come on my cock?”He growled out before she dug her nails into his back and then she was coming undone. The band snapped in her stomach and she came all over him while he continued to thrust away.

Y/N tugged at his hair and clenched around him.”Come on baby, cum for me.”She said before pressing her lips to his. She moaned and arched her back when she felt him cumming inside of her. Pulling out,he rolled over onto his side of the bed and she smiled a bit.

Leaning up,she pressed her lips to his.”I’m yours. You’re mine.”She murmured to him before she rested against him when he pulled the blankets over them. Tyler nodded and pulled her into his arms with a chuckle.”You rest up cause round 2 is gonna happen soon.”He said with a smirk as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Y/N’s eyebrows arched up and she laughed.”I want to ride those thighs before you fuck me again.”She mumbled,squeezing at the muscles of his thighs. Chuckling,he nodded his head.”Go ahead princess, you can do whatever you want.”Y/N grinned as she rested back,letting her eyes shut.

“Love you mustache mountain.”