she touched the d

So, this started as a tag rant on a video of Bernard Curry teaching guitar chords, but DUE TO RECENT DEVELOPMENTS I’m dusting it off. Because Alice (Ailís. Fight me.) Jones. And her music. And her boys. And her legacy.

He sat at her knee on the cold nights when she’d play to keep her fingers warm. Huddled by the hearth, she’d pluck out a simple sweet melody and murmur along in the old language – the one she spoke when papa was away – and the round and curling lilt would wrap around him like her arms. The baby was wrapped tight and warm in his basket and snuffling in his sleep. He’d watch her long fingers tease the strings, and he couldn’t help but reach out to touch them –to discover their magic. She’d laugh and let him strum as she worked the frets, and even his clumsy attempts, with her help, had a melody. 

When his fingers were long enough, she’d bring him up into her lap and guide her fingers over his own, the strings digging into his fingertips as her calloused ones guided them into place, while the baby sat at her knee and tried to sing the words with his toddler’s lisp. But before he could hold the instrument on his own, his days became his father’s and fingers that played on strings worked nimbly at nets and ropes instead, too excited and tired from the ocean air to sit quietly with her music – instead letting it lull him to sleep. 

And Kil’s hands were still too small when the little hillside cottage went quiet and still. They left the instrument behind. And then there was no time for music, and a hard slap or worse for speaking the old language to each other. But in the quiet of their bunk on the worst and darkest of nights he’d hum the melody that he still felt in his fingertips into Killian’s hair as the boy slept fitfully and never enough. 

Years later, one of the boys in the academy brings out an old thing to while away the hours on a long shore leave and nods when he sees Liam eyeing it. Li picks it up. His fingers are clumsy, but they remember. Kil comes and sit by his knee and he smiles, brings his arms around, and guides his brother’s fingers.

And they remember the old words.

anonymous asked:

Shipping Elsa and Rogue isn't something I'd do, because Elsa freezes everything she touches she's probably the daughter of some version of Rogue and Iceman. And Elsa's sister named Anna(!) gets white streaks in her hair when exposed to Elsa's powers. So she's probably Rogue and Iceman's human daughter. The King and Queen of Arendelle probably have a back story where they adopted Elsa and Anna after...Wait...I think I might be writing a type of fanfic by accident.

Based off @asktheboywholived‘s Redemption which is amazing. Gelsey is their OC and a total adorable pumpkin.

Didn’t they tell us don’t rush into things?
Didn’t you flash your green eyes at me?
Haven’t you heard what becomes of curious minds?

Taylor Swift, Wonderland.

It happened for the first time when Salazar was fifteen. His green eyes were drawn to her, the red hair like a protective ring of fire ready to burn anyone who came close, her eyes so full of a never-ending anger which he was convinced would be the end of her. The idea drove him insane with anger and something… Something else. The time he remembered so clearly was the moment he had felt his heart speed up so quickly that for a second Salazar thought he was truely dying. The perfect, short amount of time he had when Gelsey had touched his hand as if it was the first time she’d touched him, pulling him off the ground with her beautiful, slightly crooked smile. The hand which was rough and course, the smile which made his heart skip a beat, his mind spin with wild thoughts of the girl.

She’s perfect.

The second time was when he was seventeen. She’d cut off her entire head of hair after Salazar had been complaining about how unladylike she had become with the constant mud in her tawny locks, and although she missed her long curls, the look on Salazar’s face when she’d come home was worth every strand which had been butchered. Helga actually cried that day, sobbing about how Salazar had ruined Gelsey’s beautiful flames, leaving Godric with a right mess to clean up. Salazar’s hand had gently slid against Gelsey’s hair that evening, as she slept in the lounging area of the small house. It felt like a rough feather, tough and brittle but light and… Just right for him. It made his heart race with the hope that one day, this feeling would be his and his alone.

She’s perfect.

The third time was three months before her death. They’d been at each other’s neck over Salazar’s warped ideas about muggles, Gelsey had shoved him and Salazar had pulled her down to the cold ground. If he was going down, she was sure as Merlin coming with him. As she landed on top of him with an “Oomph!” the ice-like floor suddenly felt like boiling hot water. He had stared at her before slowly touching her cheek, her warm exhales of breath tickling the tips of his fingers as those eyes stared at him. Salazar then clenched his fist, in an attempt to capture the feeling, got up and quickly excused himself.

She’s perfect.

Now she was gone, and he was alone with his memories. All of those precious, perfect memories in which he memorised the touch of her hand, her hair, the feeling of her breath. Her rage. The hair that had matched the flames which has consumed her. The breath that had the exact same temperature as the embers which held her body. Now she was gone and the only feelings she’d had towards him were hatred.

She’s dead.
She’s not coming back.

Gelsey is gone.

anonymous asked:

I've been going back through your art, and I have a question; If D kills whoever she touches, what happens if/when she touches someone who's immortal?

*she never met immortal people before… 

Thy life’s asunder, thine heart’s ardor~ 2

Hello all! @takemeawaytocamelot and I are back with another “Shipwreck AU” chapter! Hope you enjoy!



Jamie opened his eyes to see a pair of golden hawk eyes inches from his face.


He jerked, then groaned as every battered part of his body rebelled against the sudden movement. She grasped his shoulders, gently but firmly, as he breathed through the pain and sat up. He could see she was trying not to laugh.

“Ye find it funny, then?”

The woman emitted an amused sort of noise, then her brow furrowed. This was the first time she’d touched him and her face looked mildly alarmed. She brought her hand up, gently laying the back of it against his forehead. The touch of her skin on his was cool and soothing, leading him to wonder if he’d been sunburned. The comfort in that small amount of contact astounded him and before he knew it, he was leaning into her hand.

“Thank ye,” he said gently, eyes closing slowly. “Ye saved my life.”

“W-wel-come,” rasped an unfamiliar voice.

Jamie’s eyes snapped open, staring at the woman in front of him. There was no one else around, so the voice he’d heard had to be hers. She smiled shyly, patted his arm awkwardly, and stood.

“Stay,” she said, dragging out the word.

Her eyes were sharp and serious as she gazed at him, as if her will alone could keep where he was. All he could do was stare back at her, dumbfounded.

Who was this lass?

Mindful of her command, Jamie stayed where he was as she retreated into the trees with her spear. He took the time to make a serious inventory of his injuries, at least what injuries he could feel.

Almost immediately, he regretted it. Everything seemed to hurt. His joints ached with each beat of his heart. He felt cold, despite the sun, and he began to understand why she’d looked so worried.

She returned with a bundle in her arms. At first, his exhausted mind was sure it was a bairn but when she knelt beside him and set her burden down, he realized it was an odd assortment of herbs. She pulled out a square of cloth and set it in a small bowl of water.

“Clean,” she said, her voice hoarse and raw.

Jamie started to laugh but stopped, wincing in pain.

“I think it’ll take more than that bitty wee cloth to clean me, Sassenach.”

Her amber eyes rolled and she shook her head.

She truly did understand, then.

As he watched, she poked and prodded until she found an open wound. With her small cloth, she cleaned all around it and cleared it of debris. It hurt, but he held himself still.

She pulled his hand into her lap and stared hard at an area of puffy red skin. Her frown deepened and she reached for a knife at her belt. He began tugging at his hand, trying to bring it away from her, but she held it tight.

“Be still,” she said seriously.

His mouth opened to make some sort of objection, but she didn’t give him the time. Instead, she made a quick, small slice in the puffy skin. He hissed in pain when she dug the tip of her knife into his hand and removed a rather large splinter. Holding it up in her bloody fingers, she cocked one eyebrow at him and set it down beside her bowl of water.

She took her time in cleaning as many of his wounds as she could. Once finished, she rinsed out her cloth and bundled up her supplies again. She held the waterskin to his lips and he drank deeply.

Gently, she brushed his hair from his eyes, peering at it closely. Disconcerted at this not altogether unwanted forwardness, he stared at her again. She threaded one of his locks through her fingers, then met his eyes.

“Red,” she said, smiling like she’d just solved some great puzzle.

“Aye,” he said, smiling back at her. “Red.”

Gently, he pushed her hand away so as not to startle her.

“Careful, though. I’m probably ridden wi’ lice.”

She frowned, her eyes focusing on a distant point as if she hadn’t understood his words. Suddenly her mouth formed the perfect ‘oh’ of comprehension and she began rooting around in her makeshift medicine kit again.

Fascinated as he was to see what she would come up with next, Jamie shifted uncomfortably as his body notified him of its needs.

“Sassenach, I ah… I appreciate ye wanting to help rid me of my lice, but… I’ve another… Weel there’s somethin’ else that needs doing and…”

Her brows lifted in question. He huffed a sigh and winced again. How was he supposed to tell her he desperately needed to take a piss, but couldn’t get to his own feet?

She waited, staring at him expectantly.

“Christ, lass. Dinna make me say it…”

Determined to try on his own, he used the tree at his back as leverage. She got to her feet and watched him, hands hovering just out of reach in case he began to fall. Her expression was still puzzled, but she said nothing else, letting him do as he wished.

Walking proved more difficult than standing. Jamie’s knees were shaking and his head was throbbing. He met her eyes just as he was about to sink down again. Quick as an eel, she was there, her lithe frame strong as she helped him steady himself.

“Slowly,” she said, moving along with him.

Finally, they reached the edge of the treeline and she helped him manage the uneven terrain. Unable to wait any longer, he looked down at her and smiled awkwardly.

“Would ye mind… ah… Perhaps turning away?”

Her gaze questioned him and he began to shift uncomfortably on his feet.

“I’m trying to be delicate, but… Damn it! I need to take a piss and I dinna want ye to watch me!”

For a moment, her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. Then her expression changed and she visibly bit back her laughter. Slowly, still smirking, she turned on her heel. He let out a sigh of relief when she walked a polite distance away.

Jamie leaned heavily against a tree with his good shoulder as he undid his trousers. His eyes rolled back as he finally relieved the tension in his bladder. With a heavy sigh, he felt his whole body relax for the first time in… he wasn’t even sure how long.

Doing up his flies again, Jamie glanced back to see where the woman had gone. She was still there, faced resolutely away from him, all collishangie hair and strong, fine lines.

What a way to meet a stranger. Float like flotsam upon her home, force her to care for him, and possibly even giving her lice.

Still, he thought objectively, using the tree to turn himself, she didn’t have to help him. She could have left him to cook in the sun or drown in the ocean.

Looking at the set of her shoulders, the familiar way she carried her spear…

Aye. This lass could care for herself, right enough.


Jamie watched the lass moved about their little camp. She’d gathered up a few small animals for them to eat. Feeling utterly useless, Jamie used his tree to sit up a little.

“Would ye like some help wi’ the skinning?” he asked, glancing from the pile to her.

Her brows came together in what he thought was confusion.

“Skinning? Before ye cook the meat o’er the fire? I ken I canna do much in my current situation, but I’m verra good wi’ a knife.”

One hand went to the blade at her belt, hesitating before she pulled it from its sheath and stared at it.

“I already told ye, lass. I willne hurt ye.”

After another moment of contemplation, she picked up something that resembled a very large rat with a long, fluffy tail and set it next to him. She slid a large, flat leaf across the sand beside him and put the animal on top of it, leaving the knife within his easy reach. Then she went back to the rest of her meal preparations.

She put a pot over the small fire filled with water, waiting for it to boil.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, making sure he concentrated all of his attention on cutting the skin from the meat without damaging either.

But when it was quiet for too long, he looked up. The expression on her face was one of pure bewilderment.


“For makin’ ye take care o’ me. Ye didna ask for this, ye didna have to help me.”

She contemplated him for a moment.

“Leave you to die?” she asked, breaking apart some sort of vegetation and tossing it into the water.

“It would have saved ye the trouble,” he responded.

With his only task complete, he set the knife down on the leaf beside the hides and carcasses. Truthfully, Jamie wasn’t sure not dying had been the best option. The ship was sunk or well gone by now. His family was dispersed. Now, his body hurt like holy hell and he was stealing resources from the only living person within his vicinity.

He watched her, trying to wrap his mind around their current circumstances. Her brown curls blew around her face, framing those amber eyes that he’d only ever seen on a leopard. How did she get there? How long had she been alone?

Jamie shifted uncomfortably, hand on his ribs. She caught the movement and was at his side in an instant. Before he could object, she’d pushed his grubby shirt up and was examining his side. Her hands moved swiftly and confidently over his injured body, firm yet comforting. Despite the pain her poking caused, he didn’t want her to stop.

That thought brought him up short and he froze. He hardly knew the lass; didn’t even know her name. Yet, her touch roused feelings in himself that he’d never felt before- until she moved up to his shoulder. Immediately, when she pressed her hand against it, he flinched back and hissed.

Her brows drew together as she pressed lightly over the most tender spot, leaving him sweaty and slightly shaky. Satisfied she’d poked and prodded enough, she pulled his shirt back down and gathered up the meat to cook their dinner. She watched him for a few minutes before pointing to her own shoulder.

”It hurts?”

“Aye, a bit. Do ye ken what was wrong wi’ it?”

She looked at him, brow furrowing in thought. Glancing down at the remains of their dinner, she made a noise indicating inspiration and picked up the discarded bones. Holding them up in demonstration, she pulled the foreleg out of joint from the main carcass, raising a sardonic brow at him. Jamie winced.

“Ah. It was out o’ joint then? Did ye fix it when ye first found me?”

The woman nodded, collieshangie curls fluttering about her head. She held the small carcass up again and popped the ball of the joint back into its socket in one swift motion. Jamie’s shoulder twinged in response.

“Impressive, lass,” he replied, meaning it. “Putting a joint back isna easy. Thank you, Sassenach. Truly.”

Any pain or discomfiture was momentarily forgotten when she smiled at him, clearly pleased with herself. Jamie watched her check the bones for any more edible bits before getting up to dispose of them. The light and shadow of the fire framed her as she moved in front of it, throwing her body in sharp relief through the thin materials of her clothing. He quickly looked away, feeling the blush of embarrassment creep up his neck.


Jamie glanced back at her, seeing those golden whisky eyes warm and content as she stood by the glow of the fire. It took him a moment to realize he’d never answered her.

“Pardon?” he asked.

She smiled and his heart turned over, beating so loudly he thought anyone could hear it.

“Claire,” she said softly, inclining her head toward him.

“Claire,” he repeated, the letter sounds rolling smoothly off of his tongue. Another smile from her.

Jamie struggled to get to his feet, holding up a hand to her when she made a move to help. Once upright, he bowed.

“Jamie,” he said, straightening. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance mistress.”

Claire grinned at him, shaking her head at what he thought must be a sight- himself a raggamuffin attempting chivalry.

“Claire,” she repeated kindly, backing away from the clearing, slowly blending in with the dark trees behind her. “Just Claire.”

It wasn’t until she fully disappeared into the night that Jamie noticed he’d been holding his breath.

“There is nothing ‘just’ about you, Sassenach.”


Kai Parker x Reader
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It has been a whole week of studying and exams for Reader, during which she and Kai hadn’t been together.
* gif by me

Friday night.

It was finally the day Kai had been waiting with anticipation like no other. During the past week due to Y/N’s studies and exams they had barely gotten to spend any real time together. All week his girl had been studied almost from dusk to dawn with the slight break in between to go to her college, take her exams and get home and study again. Kai loved watching her study, he loved behind near her but all these days every time he tried to touch her she’d shoot him a warning look. He knew why – her concentration was able to break to pieces even when he was standing across the table, his hands folded on the surface while he watched her. And if he touched her she was done. But not being able to touch her the way he wanted drove him crazy in ways he never even knew existed.

However, even though he wasn’t allowed to touch for a week that didn’t mean Y/N was taking it easy on him. She kept walking around their small apartment wearing nothing but his t-shirt, coming out of the shower still dripping without a towel around her… always with a text book in her hands or on her lap giving him a peek at what he wanted but couldn’t have. Needless to say, by the end of the week, when her exams were finally over, his entire body felt like it was on fire and every cell in his body screamed for her. When she got home that night he had barely been able to stop himself from pinning her against the door or the wall or any horizontal/vertical surface he could find and have his way with her. Then, much to his surprise, she had told him there was a party on the college campus not too far away from their place and had begged him to go. At first, he had been reluctant but then, as usual, he had caved in. There just wasn’t a world where he could say ‘no’ to her.

Y/N slipped in their shared bedroom to change while he sat on the couch waiting for her, trying hard not to think how she was completely naked barely a few steps away from him. Every second felt like torture and he wanted nothing more than to take a peek, but something told him the second he saw her naked they would never go to the party like she wanted. And for his girl he was willing to do anything, even if it meant testing his patience to the fullest, so he remained still on the couch getting lost in his thoughts. He closed his eyes and sighed when he heard her whistle behind him. Almost instantly he turned around and his breath got caught in his throat. There she was, looking flawless and rocking the grunge look like no one else could. His eyes travelled all over her body, taking in every inch while she put a tiny scrunchie on her sideways loose braid and leaned against the bedroom door frame. Y/N lightly licked her lower lip while her hand lightly tugged on her short black button-front tank dress. Thigh high black socks covered her legs and a slightly longer white/dark gray flannel shirt covered her arms and then there were her favorite ankle high black combat boots.

   “Wow.” he got up from the couch watching her take a step towards him without taking her eyes off his. Her outfit was pushing his limits, or maybe it was because it had been too long since he had gotten to touch her. “You are trying to kill me.”

Y/N glanced at her shoes for a second before looking up at him with a shy smile. “We should get going if we don’t want to be lat–”

   “No. Absolutely not.” he said, putting his hands on her waist. “We can’t go. You need to strip that dress down for me right this second or –”

She pouted for a second. “Come on, I already said we’d be there. And you have no idea how much I want to dance with my smoking hot boyfriend. And shake off my ‘study brain’. Please?”

Kai gazed at her for half a minute and sighed. “How do you always get what you want?”

   “Because you love me as much as I love you.” she smiled, snaking her hand to the back of his head and she lifted herself on her toes, whispering in his ear. “And I bet you will love the panties I had picked out too. Can you guess what color they are?”

   “I –” he gulped, gazing into her eyes for a few seconds before she turned on her heels, took her hat and headed towards the front door. His eyes followed her every curve while her hips swayed from side to side and he lightly bent over more curious than ever about the color of her panties. “Now we really can’t go to that party.”

Y/N stopped at the door and turned towards him, her following words making it absolutely impossible for him to think about anything else but her. “You get to have me any way you want, anywhere you want … for a whole week if you guess correct.”

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Y/N semi-danced down the stairs, her dress dancing around her hips while she held onto her hat to keep it from falling, turning towards him every now and then daring him to chase her. And he did. He tried to change her mind too, catching her off guard a couple of times before they got from the fifth floor to the building’s entrance. In the end they had arrived fashionably late to the party and after saying ‘hi’ to her friends, they had made their way towards the dance floor. Song after song they danced, or more like dirty danced with each other. His hands travelled all over her body and every now and then he’d tug on her dress, lightly brushing his fingertips against her thighs while her body grinded on his at the same beat as the song that was playing. Even during the few slow songs that played, when her hands were on his chest or hooked around his neck and his hands were on her waist, her body would still find a way to grind on his and Kai could barely stop himself from tearing her dress off her right in the middle of the room with all those people watching. What she had said right before going through the door echoed in his mind, flooding his mind with dirty thoughts about her and everything they can do… Everything they will do because he already had a guess about the colour. Even the slightest thought was enough to make his jeans tighten around him, and the way their bodies moved in perfect rhythm together pressing against each other only added more to it.

   “I love when your body grinds on me.” he cooed in her ear, gently nibbling on her earlobe. “You know what I love even more?” he held her body against his even tighter and his hands shamelessly found their way under her dress. Gently his fingertips brushed against her core for a second slowly moving down her inner thighs. “Spending the entire night between your legs, playing with you and making you scream my name –”

Y/N turned her head sideways, meeting his eyes at the same time his crotch pushed against her ass and her breath got caught in her throat. Just feeling how hard he was, was enough to make her wet on the spot and the way he was looking at her in that moment – with hooded eyes almost completely black with lust –

   “Red.” he spun her around and her hands ended up on his chest.

   “What?” she asked feeling out of breath, her gaze drifting towards his lips. An entire week without feeling those soft lips on her body, without feeling his tongue and magic fingers down there or without feeling him inside her –

   “Your panties. They are burning red, I am sure of it.”

   “What if you are wrong?” she asked, moving her hands up his chest until they hooked around his neck.

Kai pulled her suddenly towards him, resting his forehead on hers.    “I am never wrong, sweetheart.” he smirked at her. “And if it’s the pair I am thinking about, hmmm –” he pursued his lips, gazing into her eyes which had that devilish spark he loved so much and in that moment, he made up his mind. “Let’s go. I can’t wait another second to make you mine.” he grabbed her hand, and pulled her through the crowd and though the exit.

As soon as they were outside he grabbed and pinned her against their car in vamp- speed, cupped her face and his lips crashed against hers greedier than ever. Her hands moved up and down his back until they slipped in his jeans’ pockets and she squeezed his ass, pulling him towards her while his crotch grinded against hers harder every time, both of them moaning into the kiss. Their lips moved fiercely against each other unable to get enough and even if they kissed for an hour he knew he still wouldn’t be able to get enough of her. His body pressed harder against hers and his palm brushed against her thigh sliding under her dress starting to pull it up when he remembered where they were. Slowly his lips pulled away from hers and he rested his forehead on hers, gazing into her eyes while both tried to catch their breath.

   “Get in the car.” he demanded, opening her car door for her. He waited for her to get in and whooshed himself to the drivers’ seat. “Ahh, Y/N –” he turned towards her, putting the keys in the ignition. A devilish spark flashed in his eyes and instantly she felt a dozen butterflies flap their wings in her stomach. “ – you have no idea about all the things I want to do to you tonight. You will be so sore in the morning, but first –” he smirked at her and a second later she moaned quietly feeling an invisible finger slowly caress her clit. “—I have to warm up my dinner.”

His invisible fingers played with her, teasing her and driving her out of her mind but not letting her finish the entire drive. By the time they got back to their place, barely 20 minutes later, her panties were soaked and her skin was on fire even more than it had been all week and during the time they had practically dirty danced in the middle of the party combined. Kai opened the door for her and both of them could barely keep their hands away from each other on the way to their apartment. Every now and then Kai would shove her against the wall and kiss her so hard, her entire self felt as if it was melting under his touch and the more their lips touched, the more she wanted.

Y/N didn’t even realise when they reached the front door until Kai shoved her against it and without breaking the kiss blindly unlocked the door and both of them semi-stumbled inside. Their hands were all over each other and after spending a whole week without being able to touch her the way he wanted, Kai didn’t seem to want to waste a second. Something to her he wasn’t just eager to find out if he had been right about what colour her panties were. He was eager to get what was underneath them, just like she was eager get those jeans off him and get her hands on him.

   “I want to see them –” he said in between kisses, pushing her flannel shirt off her shoulders while she got rid of his jacket. “Now.” his lips collided with hers. “And then you are mine for the rest of the weekend. I don’t care who calls, or what happens. It’s just you and me tangled up in bed or –” he gazed into her eyes for a second. “— I might even throw you down on something this time.”

Kai’s hands tugged on her dress while his lips trailed their way down her neck and he started to undo the buttons when much to his surprise she pushed him against the wall on the opposite end of the hallway. Even though she had been trying hard to stay focused on her studies, during the entire week her mind had been constantly drowning in naughty thoughts about him. Y/N had tried her best to push them away but it hadn’t been an easy thing seeing how without even trying Kai had her right where he wanted with the snap of his fingers. Just watching him watch her study had been more than enough for her to get lost in a fantasy world every spare second she had and the moment their lips had collided with hers outside the party, all those thoughts she had locked away flooded her mind at once.

   “I want you.” she said and without waiting for an answer her lips smashed against his.

He moaned into the kiss, trying to put things in reverse but she wouldn’t let him. Her body pressed firmly against his and she started undoing his belt and buttons without moving her lips away from his for a second. Her hands moved up his chest and the same second her lips pulled away from his, she ripped his shirt in two, sending all the buttons flying somewhere on the floor. Her fingertips explored every inch of his chest as if it was the first time while her lips trailed their way down his neck and lower without taking her eyes off his until she was on her knees before him. His eyes remained on hers the entire time and that’s when it hit her exactly how much she had missed the way he looked at her when he was turned on, and those devils dancing in his eyes –

   “My girl, so eager to get what she wants.” he moaned quietly, unable to tear his eyes away from hers for a second watching her rub him through his jeans before undoing the zipper. “I don’t know if I should punish you for not letting me get what I want first or reward you.”

   “Probably both.” she bit her lip, pressing her mouth on him through the thin fabric of his briefs. “I’ve been such a bad girl all week… letting you look but not touch –”

   “Yes, you have.” he smirked devilishly at her, watching her pull down his jeans along with his briefs, tossing both somewhere on the floor near his jacket before trailing her fingertips all the way up his inner thighs to his hard lenght. “And you in so much trouble for that, young lady. I have just the punishment for you, though I might start with the reward first –”

Y/N smiled innocently at him and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him at a steady pace. Slowly she ran her tongue on the underside of his thick shaft listening to soft moans and short breaths leave his parted lips while he tangled his fingers in her hair and her tongue swirled around the head, licking the pre-cum. A satisfying moan tumbled off her lips when she tasted him and slowly she took just the tip between her lips, gently fondling his balls with her free hand at the same time. His hips lightly thrusted at her and she took him a little bit further, humming and moaning around him.

   “Oh shit Y/N –” he groaned, making her take him all the way. “A whole week without you –” he moaned, unable to tear his eyes away from hers while she looked at him with innocent puppy dog eyes, which slowly started to fill in with tears.  “—I don’t even know if you’ll be able to handle what I want to do to you tonight.” he let go, letting her continue on her own.

   “I am a tough girl.” she cooed, blowing a light stream of air onto the tip of his lenght concentrated right at the center. A louder moan tumbled off his lips and she felt him twitch in her hand. “I can handle a lot.”

Kai smiled lazily at her wondering for the millionth time how she can look so innocent while doing something so dirty. He could never figure it out and it was driving him completely insane. And everything she was doing in that moment was making him lose his mind completely. Her lips and tongue worked as if by magic, knowing just the right way to touch to push him further towards the edge and the closer he got, the more he felt thorn between wanting to cum in her mouth and pulling her up. Her head bopped on him a little faster while his moans got and he pushed her mouth further on him again at the same his lenght twitched in her mouth and before he had been able to make his decision he came in hot spurts inside her mouth. Her hands gently squeezed his balls while she sucked in every drop of his cum, hungrily wanting more.

   “FUCk Y/N–” he moaned a little louder, thrusting his hips at her at the same time she continued bopping her head on him until he was finished. “So fucking hot when you do this.” cooed, hearing her swallow every single drop.

In a flash he pulled her up, his lips crashed against hers and he spun-shoved her against the wall while her fingers tangled in his hair, playing with the scruff on the back of his neck. Kai’s lips intoxicated her and her mind was getting foggier by the second feeling his hard on press against her hip. All she could think about was how much she wanted him. Her hands shot for him but her pinned them over her head chuckling and slowly trailed their way to her neck and down her body leaving wet sloppy kisses everywhere while he unbuttoned her dress as he went. It was as if the temperature in the air had gone up a thousand degrees, getting higher still with every moment he explored every inch of her body with his fingertips and lips as if it was the first time.

   “Kai –” Y/N moaned softly, biting her lip unable to tear her eyes away from Kai’s while his fingertips brushed up her inner thighs all the way to her soaked core undoing the last remaining buttons. His eyes lit up like a little kid’s the second he saw what color she had chosen—red.

   “Burning red.” he bit his lip, looking up at her with a devilish smirk on his face. There was something about that color which turned him on so much and that pair fitted her curves so perfectly he almost lost it on the spot.  “These are so hot. I wanna fuck you in them. Hold them aside for me, princess.” Her hand shot down, pulling the panties away for him, revealing her soaked core and he licked his lip at the sight before him. “So wet you are dripping. Awwh, I will have to fix this straight away.”  

Kai placed his palms on her inner thighs parting her legs wider and leaned in, slurping some of her arousal about to drip down, listening to her moan softly the second his lips touched her. He had almost forgotten how amazing she tastes; how beautiful she sounds while he plays with her and her body surrenders to him completely. His fingertips brushed against her folds spreading her arousal around before he parted her legs even wider and his tongue flicked her clit. He licked a bold stripe straight through her core and slipped his tongue in her entrance, curling it around and going in deeper every time while his nose brushed against her clit. Slowly he replaced his tongue with his fingers, curling them around exploring every inch before pulling out and going in deeper and faster every time. His tongue and lips worked in perfect rhythm with his fingers turning her moans into whimpers and every sound coming out of her parted lips was turning him on even more and he could feel himself getting hard again.

   “Fuck Kai –” she moaned, pushing her hips down on him at the same time his fingertips hit her spot. “I’m so c-lose –”

Y/N tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging on it lightly unable to tear her eyes away from his while he continued to devour her with hunger like never before. Her body felt as if it was on fire and every curl of his fingers made her body arch a little off the wall and slowly her feet started slipping on the floor the closer to her release she got and he continued sucking/tugging on her clit. A throaty growl escaped his lips sending the vibrations directly on her heat and his fingers pumped inside her a little faster until she was right at the edge and he slowed down for a few seconds. Y/N could feel her knees about to buckle and if it wasn’t for Kai holding her up, she would’ve been on the floor. His fingers curled agonizingly slowly inside her while her walls tightened around them and he thrusted roughly inside her, hitting her spot and a small scream escaped her lips.

   “Give it to me.” demanded, continuing to pump his fingers faster until her legs started to shake and he had to use magic to hold her steady while her orgasm tore through her body more intensely than ever. “So fucking delicious –”

He wiped his chin with his thumb and cleaned up his fingers moaning as if her liquids were the most delicious treat he has ever had. Without taking his eyes off hers for a second his hands moved slowly on the sides of her body along with his lips leaving soft kisses the entire way, lighting her body on fire all over again. Kai shoved her against the wall and kissed her so hard her lips started to hurt but she didn’t mind. Y/N cupped his face with one hand pulling his lips towards hers, craving more, and stroked his thick shaft with the other. His body pressed against hers harder and she tried to wound her leg around his waist wanting him even closed, as if there was somewhere to go seeing how there literally had no space between them. Instead he swung it over his shoulder and shoved her further against the wall His fingers brushed against her inner thighs and her hand shot for her panties holding them to the side for him while he rubbed the tip of his length against her entrance.  

   “Please –”

   “Please ‘what’ baby girl?” he asked innocently, pushing just the tip inside her. “Tell me.”

   “I want you –” she moaned, biting her lip. “—I need you. Fuck m—” she didn’t get to finish.

His lips crashed against hers drowning out her scream when without any warning he buried himself inside her at once. Y/N wrapped her hands around his neck, playing with his scruff while he withdrew slowly making her feel every inch and eased himself inside her again with a heavy thrust not wasting any time in picking up the pace. He held onto her waist helping her hips move against his and trailed his hand up the side of her body, gripped on her bra and tore it straight off exposing her breasts to him. His eyes lit up instantly and he could barely decide where to look – her eyes, or her breasts rocking every time her body jolted upward. All he knew was he couldn’t get enough of her – of her body against his, her hands holding onto his biceps while she lightly dug her nails into his flesh. With every passing seconds his emotions were getting out of control and when her walls clenched around her he nearly lost it.

   “FUck you feel so good around me –” he groaned, trailing his fingertips up her bare chest to her breasts. “And so beautiful –”  he cooed when Y/N pulled his lips towards hers. He shoved her body against the wall and thrusted inside her harder than before, making her moan loudly into the kiss and she threw her head back at the wall. His lips trailed their way down her jawline and onto her neck, lightly biting on her skin while he listened to her heartbeat pulsating in her veins so fast her breathing’s attempts to catch up were completely useless.

   “M-Malachai –” she said in between moans, “—fuck me harder.”

Kai smiled into her skin and lifted her up, draping her legs over his arms and hers wound around his neck slowly moving down to his back almost drawing blood. He nibbled on her earlobe, whispering all the things he wanted to her while he listened to her moan in his ear and her fingers gripped on his hair. Her entire body felt as if it was up in flames, or maybe the room was, she wasn’t sure – only thing she knew was that she couldn’t get enough of his hot naked body pressing against hers so tightly; or of his hips thrusting up at her rougher and deeper every single time leaving her completely breathless.

   “Don’t. Call. Me. That.” he grunted, thrusting inside her so hard for a second she forgot where she was. Y/N’s eyes rolled in the back of her head, and her lips curled into a faint smile which made him wonder why she had used his full name knowing fully well what happens when someone does that and then it hit him. “You naughty, naughty girl…” he almost purred in her ear, feeling her walls tighten around him a little more intensely almost at the same time his thick shaft twitched inside her and he knew she was close. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into for the night.”

   “Oh, bite me—” she moaned, digging her nails into his flesh again when suddenly his fangs sank in her carotid artery at once. Y/N half-gasped, half-moaned in his ear and her eyes fluttered closed while he continued feeding on her and she almost climaxed from the feeling alone. There was nothing that could even remotely compare to all the emotions swirling in her mind when he did that, or to the way how fire began coursing through her veins the second his fangs touched her skin. Her emotions went on full overdrive. “That feels so good.” she whispered.

Slowly he pulled away and rested his forehead on hers, blood still trickling down his chin and purple/black veins flashing under his eyes. So hot. she mouthed with a small smile on her face and a second later all air was knocked out of her lungs. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her walls tightened around him more intensely than ever and his bloody lips crashed against hers, holding her captive in a passionate kiss while he continued bringing her closer to her release until she was right on the edge and his lips pulled away.

   “Don’t close those eyes –” he groaned, gazing into her eyes. “—I want to see them while you come undone around me.”

Y/N nodded slightly, trying hard to keep her eyelids from drooping and her eyes focused on hers while her walls clenched more intensely around him and her body started to shake as her orgasm tore through her body triggering his and he came in hot spurts inside. He continued to thrust inside her until they were both finished and his lips collided with hers in a gentle kiss before he rested his forehead on hers and shoved her against the wall, both of them trying to catch their breath.

   “If the walls in this house could talk –” she said out of breath, while he held her into his arms.

   “They definitely have more than a couple stories to tell.” grinned Kai, carrying her towards their bedroom. “Catch your breath, we are just getting started.”


anonymous asked:

moscow is like 2 minutes too long and just exists for setup its the worst comet song

you did NOT just come into my askbox, suggest that a single second within moscow is not golden and beautiful and perfect, and then outright say to me that it’s the worst comet song. you did NOT. here’s a breakdown as to why moscow is literally the best song in the entire album:

  • the entire beat to this song makes me want to dance and sway my hips and just outright have a blast. 
  • those sweet sweet russian names!
  • my gawwd-daughter, my favorite natasha, i will touch you on the cheek!!!”
  • sonya and natasha’s voices together is absolutely life-changing, they are so beautiful and the instruments in the background of this part are wonderful
  • sonyushka bonjour 
  • the second time grace mclean does the first two lines of the chorus and it still shakes u to ur core
  • natasha and sonya making fun of marya d. and then sonya complimenting her and natasha saying that she loves her :)
  • the humming section… so soft and beautiful and a kind break within the rush of all of this 
  • this isn’t obvious without having seen the show but sonya is so absolutely adorable during this song because she’s kind of being comically forgotten by marya d. and she’s almost getting frustrated with her and yet it’s so pure
  • “then you’ll read to me while i KNIT!”
  • sonya singing “her goddaughter, her favorite natsaha, she will touch on the cheek!” and then her SQUEAK
  • marya d.’s change in tone, “WELL, now, we’ll talk!” 
  • “i blush happily :)!” 
  • that thing that grace mclean’s voice does at “but YOU’RE a CLEVER GIRL”
  • that final strong note! love it! 
Let Me Warm Your Heart Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |

Word count: 3040

Summary: Being rescued by a kind woman has loads of benefits. She cleans your wounds, cares for you and you get a glimpse in her life. Is this the beginning of that fleeting feeling called ‘love’?

Disclaimer: I don’t own the FBAWTFT, JKR does. If I did, my boi Credence would have the mushiest happiest ending ever. GIF Credits to the owners. That cute face though!! 😍

Warnings: Mentions of blood, abuse, loads of fluff

It was normally a short walk from the sushi shop till Y/N’s apartment. The upside was the confectionery on the corner. Having a sweet tooth, she was wise enough to keep her candy stash refiller close. Its windows were usually pristine and the door was always open. Through these, wafted the heavenly smell of freshly baked bread or melting chocolate, which the baker used in abundance in a variety of goods. That evening she was walking back home, just about to turn the corner of a road filled with closed shops. They looked like dark, empty husks left by their occupants for the day, she thought, especially the eerie mannequins wearing the flapper dresses. Y/N was wondering whether one would look good on her when she heard the sounds of a scuffle. 

“What ya boys say we beat some sense inta him?” It was probably the drunkards that frequented the playground she thought. They were usually up to no good. Not wanting to get involved but curious nonetheless, Y/N crept up the pavement and cocked her head to the side, hiding behind the barely there, crumbling excuse of a wall surrounding the derelict playground. The scene made her draw in a sharp intake of breath. Whimpering in the clutches of one of the drunk hooligans was none other Credence. Putting her Auror reflexes to use, she gave out a shrill siren-like whistle and a quick Sonorus charm did the trick. “Shit. Why’s the police here?” one of them muttered before they shoved poor Credence to the ground and made a run for it.

Making sure that the hoodlums were completely out of sight, Y/N approached the shivering boy lying on the ground. She muttered Quietus, stopped whistling and waved her wand once, charming the area to make it seem empty so that no one accidentally stumbled upon them. She stowed her wand in its holster and approached the quivering boy. “Are you alright?” She asked in the gentlest voice she could manage, trying to pull his writhing form upright. But scared to his wits end the boy seemed to have gone into a panic attack. No amount of coaxing and cajoling was making it through to him. Taking his face in her hands, Y/N stared into his chocolate brown eyes for a few seconds making sure that she had his undivided attention. “It’s okay love, they are gone. You are safe now. Nothing will harm you…I won’t let anything harm you!” on hearing this, awareness dawned in his eyes. 

At least that was what she assumed when he gave a muffled sob and threw himself in her arms. Slightly taken aback by the sudden action, Y/N just whispered soothingly until Credence calmed down. Realizing that the people threatening him were long gone, he sagged in relief, his whole body turning limp in her hands. He sniffled quietly in the crook of her shoulder, his tears leaving a wet patch on her cloak. Credence idly thought that the woman smelled wonderful, like freshly mowed grass, coffee grounds, peppermint and a hint of something flowery. His fingers, which had been clutching tightly to the fabric of her cloak loosened their grip and withdrawing from her embrace, he blushed and gave her a small nod. “Thank you….for saving me and…sorry for….” at this point, he merely pointed to her cloak which was streaked with blood from where his fingers had gripped her.

Y/N’s eyes widened and Credence prepared himself to be admonished for ruining her clothes. But instead, she took his hands in hers and gasped audibly. “I am so sorry. If I had realised that they were harming you, I would have done something faster.” He looked at her with a puzzled gaze and she couldn’t help but think that he looked adorable. Puffy eyes which had turned red from the crying, a tear-stained face streaked with patches of blood when he had wiped his face, a pale face and mussed up hair. If you could ignore the obvious signs of being beaten, he almost looked like he had woken up and couldn’t get a bearing on his surroundings. Pulling him up with the tenderness of a mother with her newborn, Y/N spied the abandoned bag of food that she had left at the side walk when she saw the drunkards about to beat him up. She bent down to pick it up and said, “Let’s get your wounds bandaged.”

This was easier said than done. Credence had been reluctant to go to her house. “It’s getting late. My Ma…she will worry.” Detecting the notes of hesitation in his voice at the mention of his mother and not one to accept such feeble excuses, Y/N had said, “It won’t take long. I live just 5 minutes away. Come on, we need to stop that bleeding.” With this they had found themselves tiptoeing up the staircase and entering the apartment silently like fugitives. All this was a necessary precaution against complaining neighbours, she had said. God knew what kind of a fuss Mr Smith would create if he knew she brought ‘roughened up, good for nothing men’ to her house (his words not her’s). At this point her visitor had opened his mouth probably to turn down her help again but she had silenced him saying, “I’ll get the medical supplies. Just make yourself comfortable, okay?” Settling Credence onto the sofa, she entered the kitchen and retrieved the first aid kit from the nearest cabinet.

She unwrapped the gauze, cotton swabs and bandages, glanced over her shoulder to ensure that he was still in his place and took out her wand. It would do no good to either him or her if it was found out that she was a witch. For her because she would lose her job but majorly for Credence, because he was the eldest son of an anti-witchcraft zealot and it would be ironical if it were found out that he was rescued and helped by a witch. That didn’t stop Y/N from bewitching the medical supplies to heal his wounds faster though. Maybe she could even convince him to take a potion for minor abrations, she had a bottled version ready for times when she was posted on field cases. She filled a bowl with water, took some wash cloths and with the slightly magically modified medi-kit in tow, she entered the room again to find him staring at the photos adorning her wall.

Hearing her enter, Credence whipped his head to look at her and held up his battered hands as if non-verbally praying his innocence. “I am so-sorry. I was just looking. I d-d-didn’t touch anything I s-swear.” She frowned at his sudden frightened demeanour and said, “You don’t need to apologize, I’m not angry. I did say you could be comfortable. You can have a look around if you want.” Approaching him, she set the medi-kit and the bowl on the nearby coffee table and stared at the photograph that he had been staring at before her arrival. He looked at her once again with a confused expression. “If…if you don’t mind me asking, who…who’s that?” he timidly pointed at a picture of a family of three. A pig-tailed girl of no more than 6 years sat on a man’s shoulders, grinning ear to ear with a flower crown atop her head. A woman kissed the man’s cheek and held the girl’s hand while the man, presumably gave a huge belly laugh.

Fondness washed her features as she looked at the photograph. “They are my parents, that beautiful woman is my mom and the man laughing so raucously, looking like a happy lunatic, is my father”, Credence looked at her face but she had said it more out of warmth than with malice. “And that’s me seated on my father’s shoulders, pretending that I was the Queen and they my humble servants. I remember mother saying something on the lines of, “Well, a Queen needs a crown” and made that for me.“ She pointed at the tiny flower tiara and brushed the black and white picture lightly, as if wiping away non-existent dust.

Y/N seemed to be reliving that day of so many years past and he couldn’t help but feel the nostalgia colouring the room with something akin to love. “They look like nice people”, he said softly, breaking Y/N from her reverie. “They were.” She replied, looking back at him with a smile crinkling her features. But the smile seemed just a touch distant, hinting more of sadness than joy. He noted the past tense but didn’t pry further, it wasn’t his place. “Alright. We have to get your hands healed, take a seat.” Doing as he was told, Credence sat at the edge of the sofa. Y/N opened up the medi-kit and set out a roll of bandages, a bottle of some clear liquid and an ointment, before taking a seat beside him. She took his hands in her’s again and said, “I’m going to clean the dried up blood from your wounds. I’ll try to be careful but it might hurt just a smidge.“ 

He was thankful that she was being so thoughtful and gentle with him. She drenched the wash cloth in the bowl and painstakingly cleaned his hands. Sitting stock still so as not to impede her, Credence didn’t dare utter a word of discomfort. He was used to beatings much worse than this. Being treated so kindly was what he was unused to. He took in her form, gently tending to him, oblivious to his staring or the effect that she had on him. Her lashes, long as they were, brushed her cheeks everytime she blinked. Her touch was cool and gentle, holding his hands delicately, as if made from the softest of feathers. She absentmindedly brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen out of its place in her braid and he noticed for the first time how shiny her hair was. Being in such close quarters with her made Credence hyper aware of her ethereal beauty.

He couldn’t help but feel the tightness in his chest return, but this restricting feeling was different from the one he felt while in the playground. While that had felt as if he was about to explode like a pressurized cannon, this felt as if a mass of frothy bubbles had filled up his insides and where bursting to be released. “This might sting a bit”, she said again as she took a fresh cloth and dipped some of the liquid in the bottle onto it. It did cause him a bit of discomfort but he remained silent through it. It was the least he could do for her. “I think the wounds are cleaned up, all that remains is…” She trailed off, looking at his hands first and then fixing her sharp gaze on him. Credence looked down at what she had seen and shifted restlessly. The dried up blood had given his hands the illusion of being scar-free. And lost in his observation of her, for a moment, he had felt scarless too, both physically and emotionally.

Brought back to earth and it’s harsh realities, he said, “It’s okay. You ….have done so much… for me. I could bandage them…later.” He looked anywhere and everywhere but her, as if the mere sight of her would break this seemingly dreamlike state that he found himself in. If he met her eyes, she would know. She would know the truth. The truth about him, his Ma, his beatings, his tainted blood and all the things that were wrong with him. She would be repulsed at the mere sight of him and look at him with disgust just like Ma was. And then, she would have nothing to do with him. But Y/N surprised him once again. She took his hands and rubbing some of the cooling ointment on his hands, bandaged them carefully. She seemed angry but at what Credence didn’t understand. Had he said something to upset her?

“You don’t need to hide it. I can see what she has done, I’m assuming it is her by the way you react to her…” she whispered, but her voice carried to him in the stillness of the air. She brushed her hands on his palms, feeling the puckered skin which was marked in shades of red. A dull white in places where the old ones had healed and scarred, a raw red at the places where the fall had torn the skin again. Brownish bruises covered his fingers. Her flawless hands seemed almost otherworldly next to his and Credence was overcome by the urge to withdraw his hands and run away from this unreal sanctuary. “Don’t…don’t feel ashamed!” Her voice quivered and Credence looked at her again. Y/N’s face was flushed from the anger which quaked her voice and he felt touched. Nobody had ever cared for him so much. Not enough to heal him the way she did, not even to get angry over something like old scars and half healed palms. 

“You don’t need to worry. It’s alright…I…I deserved this…” He spoke carefully, trying to calm her anger and assuage her worries. She stared up at him defiantly and said, “Never for a moment should you ever think that you deserve this! You deserve kindness and love! Not beatings and pain and…not this… definitely not this….!” she trailed off, setting aside the bandages and looking at his hands again. She was more upset that he had thought and he couldn’t think of a way to comfort her. Credence berated himself mentally. He caused nothing but harm and problems for those who cared for him. It would have just been better if he had not come here.

He felt his hands being warmed by her touch and the pain seemed to abate a bit. Closing his eyes and dislodging the morose thoughts from his mind he said, “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt…much.” He shrugged as he looked at her again. "It shouldn’t hurt at all.“ She replied firmly, resuming to bandage his hands and tidying up his bruises. After she was done with his hands, Y/N stared up at him and asked. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” Credence shook his head no. He felt an odd lightness in his being. As if he was floating in the air. “I should get going. It’s getting late…” he didn’t want to leave, this place that was the closed thing to an oasis in the desert of his life. “Wait”, she observed his face for a moment and wringed the wash cloth, motioning for him to come closer. He just stared at her, wondering what she meant. “Your face. It has a bit of blood on it. Let me wipe it off.”

If he had been frozen before, Credence became a statue carved out of stone now. There he was, sitting in the close proximity of this goddess of a being, wondering what good deeds he had done in his past life to have received this blessing. He would get beaten up a thousand times if it meant that she would be the one who took care of him like this. Slapping himself mentally for thinking of such impure thoughts, he continued staring at her as she grasped his chin with one hand and rubbed his cheek with the other. A look of intense concentration was on her face, her tongue poking out slightly as she wiped the stains away. Credence couldn’t help the blush that warmed his cheeks and dusted his face. He could feel her breath fanning his face and if he were to die this moment, he would die a peaceful death. 

Too soon the contact was over and he felt a mixture of disappointment and elation wash over him. Disappointment at the loss of the close contact and elation that it had happened in the first place. Y/N continued staring at him though and Credence couldn’t look away, trapped by the intensity of her gaze. He felt something shift in him as her eyes held his attention. It was almost as if the very air around them had changed, charged with an unknown energy. In those seconds of staring in the Y/E/C pools of Y/N’s eyes, he thought that something was about to happen. But she blinked and the moment was lost. She asked in a whisper, “You won’t stay if I ask you to, will you?” He shook his head no. “I can’t. Ma ….and my sisters will be waiting.” The implication of his words was clear. If he did not return home soon, his sister’s would suffer in his stead. 

Huffing an exasperated sigh she retreated back to the kitchen, to keep the supplies back in their place. “And I also had some nice sushi rolls today…” she knew he would still refuse but it was worth trying. Merlin, what had gotten into her?! He gave another shake of his head and said, “I must go….” He got up from the sofa and stared at her as she reentered the room to see him off. “Alright. Are you sure you can go back safely?” He nodded once in acquiescence. He fumbled a bit, unsure of what to do, as if wanting to say something but couldn’t find the words to do. He looked at her again and drawing confidence said, “Credence.” Y/N blinked once. Twice.

“It’s my name. Thank you for…saving me and helping me patch up”, he gave her a small smile. It was the smile that did it she thought. Just as he was about to leave, she spoke up, “Credence?” He halted immediately, looking at her curiously. “Y/N.” He looked at her for a moment before repeating it, “Y-Y/N.” Her name rolled off his tongue in a weirdly comforting manner. The exchange of names made something surge in Credence’s heart, something fluffy and full of warmth. It was as if the earlier bubbles had burst inside him and filled him with a joy so intense that he could hardly breathe. As he softly closed the door behind him, he couldn’t help but think, maybe this feeling was what they called ‘love’?

A/N: Holy smokes. 3000+ words. It was a race against time to finish this. Fluff is really not something that I’m used to writing. So I have mixed feelings about this one. Let me know how you felt this one was. Hope you like it! Excuse any typos. Also shout out to the fantastic @imaginingcredence whose Credence head cannons helped me survive a writer’s block. They are amazing!! ~mystical reading nerd

Reaching Out

Member: Ten // NCT U

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1.7k

Summary: She’d daydreamed about reaching out and touching him, but she never thought she’d actually do it. 

A/N: Thank you so much @jacksons-smile (aka my bESTIE) for making the moodboard for me! Ilysm for real :D 

She wanted to touch him.

Not like how most people would think: she just wanted to know what he felt like.

He always sat at the desk in front of her, and every day she daydreamed about reaching out and brushing him with her fingertips. She just wanted to slip her arms around his shoulders, and stroke his cheeks with her palms, and feel him. She knew, though, she would never actually do it.

Well, until that day.

It had been raining for the past week, and today was no different. Dim, gray light spilled through the window panes, and droplets tapped against the glass as if seeking shelter.

She had always loved the rain, but today she hardly paid any mind to the weather.

His hair was messy, like he’d run a hand through it one too many times, and it was slightly damp from the rain.

Oh, how she wanted to touch it. She wondered how soft it was, or how it felt when you ran your fingers through it. He was leaning back in his seat so far that all she had to do was raise her hand and -

Suddenly, she felt the sensation that she’d been imagining for countless weeks: her hands, touching him.

Her body had taken a mind of its own, and she didn’t even realize what she was doing until -

“Excuse me… Um - what are you doing?”

The voice belonged to someone she never thought would talk to her; someone she never dreamed would have a reason to.


His gaze, a blend of curiosity and confusion, was trained on her.

Her eyes widened in horror, and she tore her hand away from his hair with a flushed face.

“I- I- I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your - I never meant to -” Her stammering was cut short by an easy smile curving up his lips.

“You can calm down. I don’t bite, you know.”

Ordinarily, she might’ve responded with a sarcastic jab, but this was Ten. She had harbored a secret crush on Ten for two years, ever since he walked into her school as a shy transfer student from Thailand, and he rendered her almost speechless.

“I- Well, you know… I just…”

He let out a chuckle, twisting in his seat a bit more. “You just wanted to know how soft my luscious hair really is?”



“You’ll have to excuse it, though.” he ignored her response. “It’s still wet from the rain, so it isn’t at its full softness potential.”

Glance downwards. “I… I really didn’t want to - um - touch it,”

“So why did you?” he rested his chin on his palm, cocking his head curiously.

Her face flushed at his straightforward question. “I wasn’t thinking… My hands just kind of - um - acted on their own,” she rubbed her neck self-consciously, avoiding his gaze.

“You know what they say about that,” Ten started, and she glanced up.


“That when your body acts on its own accord, it’s showing your true desires.”

“They… they say that?”

“Well, I say that.”

“Since… when?”

“Fine, you’re right. I admit: I don’t say that. But - how would you know?”

She’d been observing him from afar for ages, but it wasn’t like she could say that. Instead, she just lowered her head.

“What’s your name again?” he inquired. “You’re so quiet, I forgot someone sat behind me.

Was that a compliment or an insult? From what she knew about him, it probably wasn’t either.

So, she offered him a quick smile and shook her head. “It’s nothing,”

“Nice to meet you, Nothing. My name’s Ten,”

A small smile appeared on her face at this comment, and she was suddenly reminded of why she had a crush on him in the first place.

She had always been a quiet girl, sitting in back corners, talking to nobody. Romance wasn’t on her radar, either. She didn’t see the point in liking someone; it was only a distraction.

This had been her mindset until two years ago, when Ten had walked through the doorway and introduced himself as a new student. He was the cutest boy she’d ever seen with her own two eyes, and something in her stomach fluttered.

She had pushed it away for as long as she could, but after a couple months, it was a lost cause.

“So… your real name?” His voice dragged her out of her daze.

“Excuse me,” The teacher’s voice interrupted the two of them, and Ten turned swiftly.


“Do you believe your conversation more important than this lesson?”

There was a beat of hesitation before: “There’s a chance,”

The teacher bit his lip as giggles rippled through the room. “It’s a good thing I like you, Ten. You’d be getting a week of detention if I didn’t,”

Ten snickered, cracking a cheeky smile. “Thank you, Sir.”

The girl behind him let out an inaudible breath of relief and sunk a little further down in her chair.

She was one of those types. The types that loved wandering through libraries, winding in and out of the impossibly tall shelves, fingering the pages of countless books.

The people she found obnoxious never came in the library. On good days it was only her, all alone.

She loved the peace and muffled quiet. She could roam for hours, and not run into a single person, save for the sweet, elderly librarian.

“Found you,” A voice pierced the silence, out of place in her sanctuary.

She jumped, caught off-guard. “Ten,”

He grinned, stepping out from around the corner. “It is I, the savior of worlds.”

“What- what are you doing here?” She questioned. “You never come into the- the library,”

“I thought I’d make a little visit. I heard somewhere that the air in a library can raise your IQ a few points.” He offered a smile. “Don’t mind me. Continue on,”

Blinking uncertainly, she swallowed and looked back down at her book.

Though, with him standing so close by, casting glances in her direction every so often, it was virtually impossible to concentrate.

A minute or so of uncomfortable silence (for her, at least) passed, and he spoke again.

“I know your name,”

Her head shot up.

An amused look crossed his face at her expression. “Ah, um - Doyoung,” he explained.

She sighed. “Of course,”

“What are you reading?”


“Just like your name, right?”

Her eye twitched, and he shot her a cute grin.

“Do you not like me or something?”

“No, that’s not -”

“Or is it that you do like me?”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“I’m kidding.” he laughed. “It was a joke. Calm down,”

She eyed him warily, before losing herself in her book again. When she looked up, he was nowhere in sight, and so she wandered further along the shelf.

At the far end of the row, she was distracted from her book once more.


She glanced up to see Ten, mere inches from her face.

She leaped backward, dropping the book and crashing into the bookshelf behind her. “What- what-”

He pursed his lips to keep from laughing and rounded the corner again, taking a few steps closer. “What?”

She sunk to the ground, eyes wide. “Why did you- Why did you do that?”

“You didn’t like it?” he cocked an eyebrow, squatting down in front of her. “You couldn’t have hated it that much,”

“What…? Why?”

“I mean, usually people like it when their crush gets that close.”

Her face instantly turned bright red. “I don’t kn-know what you mean,”

“I mean,” he said. “I know you like me.”

“I don’t like you,”

“Well, Doyoung says otherwise.”

“Doyoung… Doyoung was lying. He- he does that.”

“I don’t think he was lying,” Ten’s mouth curved up at the edges. “He swore at himself for a good five minutes afterward,”

She swallowed, pressing herself up against the shelf in an attempt to make herself smaller. “I don’t like you,”

“You’re lying,”

“I’m not,”

“You are,”

“I’m not,”

“I bet you’ve daydreamed about kissing me,”

Just as quickly as she’d lost her blush, it re-appeared. “I have not ever done that,”

“You have, haven’t you?” he smirked, resting his chin in his palm. “Cute.”

“I haven’t,” she mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

“I bet you wanna do it for real,”

“I really don’t!”

He plopped down in front of her. “Well, I really do,”

“Wait, what?”

He blinked as if he’d just stated the weather (which, of course, was rainy). “What?”

“You want to- you want to what?”

He scooted a little closer. “I said, I want to kiss you.”

“What… Why? You don’t even-”

“It’s been two years, for God’s sake. Just let me kiss you already,”

“What do you mean by ‘it’s been two years’? Did Doyoung tell you that’s how long I’ve liked you?”

“No,” he shook his head, eyes on hers. “That’s how long I’ve liked you.”

Her mouth fell open, and she was left stunned; speechless.

“So, please,” he started. “Can I kiss you now?”

She responded with a small nod of the head, her face burning, and her mind racing.

Trying not to laugh at her almost scared expression, he shifted onto his knees and reached out a hand. Wrapping it around the back of her neck, he pulled her up against him.

“You’re really red, you know that?” he murmured, smiling.

She blinked, embarrassed. “I can’t help it,”

“I know. I’m just that handsome, aren’t I?”

She let out a small huff, attempting to wriggle out of his grip, but he didn’t let her go. Instead, he pressed his lips to hers. She went still.

His hand slipped down to her cheek, and he smiled into the kiss whenever he felt the heat on her cheeks.

She didn’t have to try and hope she was doing it right, or think about how this was her first kiss. The only thing that she could think of was that she was kissing Ten, and he liked it.

Well, so did she.

The sun had been shining for the past week, and today was no different. Bright, golden light spilled through the window panes, filling the room with a warm glow.

She’d never particularly like sunny periods, but today she hardly paid any mind to the weather.

His hair was messy, like he’d run a hand through it one too many times, and the sunlight made it appear invitingly soft.

Ten leaned back in his chair, resting his head on her desk and sending her an upside-down smile. “You want to touch it, don’t you?”

She bit her lip, trying not to smile. “A little,”

“Don’t lie,”

“Alright,” she sighed. “A lot,”

Those Fucking Weirdos

I started a cute little thing a while back based on this prompt list, specifically the laundromat one. Just some awkward boys with a side of possible murder. Enjoy.

CW: f-slur, gore/blood



Arin glared at the door of the dryer, arms crossed tight over his chest. This was getting ridiculous. Why did his slacks have to have that stupid metal clasp? And why did it seem so keen to attach itself to the side of the dryer? Arin wanted to pull the door open, snip off the clasp, and start it back up much quieter… But sadly, he needed his pants to actually stay on his person. Dammit.

He heaved a sigh and leaned back against the nearest washer, the nightgown he’d stolen from Suzy swishing against his legs. He figured by now he might as well own it with how often he wore it. He was pretty sure Suzy had only even touched the thing twice since she’d bought it. Arin, on the other hand, practically lived in it. He’d have to ask if she wouldn’t mind giving it to him. Then he’d feel less guilty about taking it so often.

As it was, dashing to the laundromat at two am in said nightgown because he needed these clothes washed for tomorrow’s meeting wasn’t his preferred way to show off his sleepwear to the world. He crossed his legs, teeth digging into his bottom lip. So far, no one else had bothered to come into the laundromat this late, but he knew he shouldn’t hold out hope. Living in a city the size of L.A, there was no doubt another poor schmuk who needed something washed this late. Or early, Arin supposed.

The bell ringing above the door signaled, unfortunately, how correct he was. Arin froze, hands tightening around his elbows. He glanced at the door out of the corner of his eye. A figure had a bundle curled in their arms, marching towards one of the empty washers. Arin let himself turn his eye, getting a better image of the person. The guy was tall, gangly, and his hair puffed up ridiculously around his face. He had on an undershirt and black pants, walking with a weird sort of waddle as he clutched some clothes near his stomach. He was coming close to Arin, although he hadn’t seemed to notice him yet.

As he came closer, Arin realized the bundle of clothes was bright red, the smell of blood invading his senses quite quickly. His eyes widened, mouth dropping open. The man stopped in front of a washer several feet away, switching the bundle to his left arm as he dug in his pockets for change. Arin could now see the bottom of his undershirt was stained a light pink, his pants with bits and pieces of something or other stuck to them. He swallowed hard, itching to just run out of there, clothes be damned. He was very keen to keep himself alive, thank you very much.

Just as Arin was turning to do so, the man seemed to notice he wasn’t alone. He froze, eyes locking onto Arin’s. He glanced down at the bundle of bloody clothes then back to Arin, face suddenly splotched with colour.

“I- Fuck, this isn’t what it looks like, I swear.” The man said, his voice rough as if he’d just woken up. Considering his appearance, it wouldn’t be very surprising if he had. Well, except for the fact he apparently got up and decided to murder someone. That took hating waking up to a whole new level.

When Arin only tensed up more, the guy scrambled to explain. “I didn’t- I’m not some psycho or something. I just- I work at a hospital. ER. Some guy practically died on me. This is- well, that’s still weird, but I mean-” He paused, finally digging some quarters out of his pocket and holding them up for Arin to see. “I just didn’t want them to stain, you know?”

Arin swallowed, glancing back at the clothes. He should just leave. Come back for his clothes later and call the police. But he found himself speaking before he knew what he was doing. “Why weren’t you wearing scrubs then?”

The man blinked, staring at Arin a moment. “I wasn’t on shift.”

“Then why were you even there?” Arin should really shut up. He really, really should. But apparently, he was a fucking idiot.

“Honestly? I’d just gotten off a shift and was dead tired.” He shrugged, looking a bit sheepish as he inserted the quarters into the machine. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep in my casuals, but at least I got a few hours of shut-eye before my coworkers got me up. Probably would’ve been better if I hadn’t fallen asleep, though. I might still have clean clothes.” He tossed the mess into the washer and glanced around. “You, uh, got any bleach, man?”

“Uh,” Arin said, stalling. He had two choices here. One, his original plan to high tail it home and call the cops. Or two, believe the guy and help him out. Now, Arin knew which choice he should go with. But he was apparently a bigger idiot than he expected.

“Sure,” He said, grabbing the small bottle from his feet and holding it out for the man. Arin really isn’t sure why he did it, especially as his mind screamed at him to just put the damn bottle down, but he didn’t waver as the man strode closer. He could now see the red in his cheeks and the shame in his eyes. He found himself feeling sorry for the poor guy, horrible murderer or med student.

“Thanks. Really,” The man said, taking the bottle from Arin with a soft smile. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down at the bottle. “Sorry if I scared you. I would’ve just used my own washer at home if it wasn’t busted.”

“No problem, man,” Arin reassured, trying to push away his lingering doubts. “Can’t say I didn’t think the worst, though.”

“I don’t blame you,” He looked down at himself, grimacing. “I look like I just finished gutting someone.” He paused. “Or giving them a really vicious blowjob.”

Despite himself, Arin started laughing. “Dude, you’d have to actually tear their dick off to get that much blood on you. You must have wicked jaw strength.”

The guy giggled, tugging lightly on one of his curls. “Fuckin, you know it.” They stared at each other a moment, Arin taking in the suddenly much less threatening dork before him.

“So, do you go by the blowjob murderer?” Arin asked, and the guy giggled again. Damn, that was cute.

He shook his head. “Nah. Can’t live up to the reputation. I tend to go by Dan instead.”

“Mmm, pity.” Arin smiled. “I go by the dick strangler, myself.”

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Do you strangle dicks, or strangle people with your dick?”

“Both, actually,” Arin snorted. “Much more efficient.” Dan shook his head, pouring a bit of bleach in the washer’s dispenser. Arin watched him carefully, right hand smoothing the nightgown down. “I like Arin, too.” He blurted, looking back at his clothes quickly. “That’s my name, I mean.”

He heard Dan laugh. “Yeah, I figured. Nice to meet you, Arin.” He heard the washer startup and footsteps approach him. Arin tugged his nightgown down again, letting out a breath. “So, why the uh, black dress?”

Arin glanced back at him. “It’s a nightgown.”

Dan blinked. “Oh, okay. Why the nightgown, then?”

“Cause it’s 2am, I’m tired, and I’m comfy.” Arin raised an eyebrow, itching to cross his arms back over his chest. Fuck, why hadn’t he just gone in a robe or something?

Dan shrugged. “Sorry, just, I don’t see too many guys in nightgowns. I mean, I don’t know why. They’re pretty nice, from what I’ve heard.”

“If you’re into airing out your junk 24/7, then yes, they are,” Arin said, glancing back at the dryer. “But a lot of people got a stigma against it. Such is the douchebags of this world.”

“I hear you, man.” He could see Dan’s curls shake from the corner of his eye. “People get ridiculous about the stupidest things. Hell, I flirt with one guy at work, I’m getting ‘fag’ sharpied on my scrubs. People suck.”

Arin snorted. “Which is why you blow them to death, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” Dan laughed. “I’ll show you who the fag is when you’re getting your dick ripped off, mate.”

“Is that an offer?” Arin asked, and immediately he wanted to cover his face. Wow, smooth Han//son. Flirt with the cutie maybe-murderer in the weirdest way possible. Good job. Honestly, if Suzy was here, she’d probably be laughing her ass off right now, and he wouldn’t blame her.

After a few seconds, Dan finally spoke. “If you’re that into mutilation, I’m gonna go for a hard no.” Arin felt his stomach drop, but when he actually looked over at him, he saw he was holding back laughter. Arin just stared at him a moment, before actually putting his head in his hands and groaning.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey man, don’t worry,” Dan said, unable to hold back his giggling any longer. “I’ve heard worse lines, believe me.”

He snorted. “Worse than, 'bite my dick off?’ Really?” He lifted his head up so just his eyes showed, giving Dan a pointed look. Dan shrugged again, grin still on his face.

“I mean, there was the 70-year-old creep who told me I looked really 'sexy’ pulling out his catheter.” Arin grimaced and Dan nodded, giggling again. “Yup, true story.”

Arin finally let his hands drop, albeit reluctantly. “That makes me feel slightly better, but not by much.”

“Hmm,” Dan tapped his bottom lip and Arin found himself staring a bit too long at the movement. “Would it make you feel better if I asked you to take me out for coffee to make it up to me?” Arin opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and let out a small croaking sound. Dan raised his eyebrows, patting his shoulder again. “You alright there, bud?”

Arin cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, um, yes, okay. I can- that sounds good.”

Dan grinned. “And then if I do murder you, it’ll be worth it.”

Arin chuckled, eyes flickering back to Dan’s lips. “Yeah. It might just be.”

The drawings in the cave and Ramsay's letter.

I haven’t finished watching episode 4 yet. My connection stopped at the Jon/D@ny scene in the cave. (Of all the scenes to stop… Ugh!)

One thing I noticed is Jon touched D@ny. I was so disappointed when I saw it! Why did you do it Jon? The old gods and the new must hate me. LoL! Except they actually love me.

I realized, Jon is becoming Sansa.

Let’s compare what happened when Jon reunited with Sansa, with what’s happening now that Jon is with D@ny.

In season 6:

  • Sansa escaped Ramsay and went to Jon to ask for help. Sansa asked Jon to take back Winterfell because she knows they will never be safe while the Boltons are in power.
  • Jon declines because he’s tired of fighting. He’d rather go South and get warm. Sansa said she wants Jon’s help, but she’ll do it alone if she has to.
  • Ramsay sent a threatening letter, telling Jon what he would do to him, his family and his allies.
  • Sansa grabbed Jon’s hands, told him they had to fight to save their brother and their home from the monster.
  • Jon finally agreed to fight.

In season 7:

  • Jon went to D@ny to ask for her help to fight against the White Walkers. He knows no one in the 7 Kingdom will be safe while the WW are there.
  • D@ny declined because she is fighting another enemy in the South and because Jon did not kneel. But she lets Jon mine some dragon glass.
  • Jon sees the drawings in the cave made by the Children of the Forest about the White Walkers. Similar to Ramsay’s letter, it acts as a warning to urge all men to fight together against a common enemy.
  • Jon grabbed D@ny’s hand… (And I think we know D@ny’s bound to fall for Jon).
  • D@ny agreed to fight for the North, BUT Jon has to kneel first.

I see Jon becoming more and more like Sansa.

But D@ny is not exactly becoming like Jon. In fact she reminds me of someone else in Sansa’s life who is willing to help, but with strings attached. (Any guesses???)

Jon couldn’t say no to Sansa everytime she touches him. D@ny gets convinced too, when Jon touched her. But she still insists on getting what she wants first. (I think a similar situation will be like Jon agreeing to fight for Winterfell if he and Sansa go South first… And get warm… Lol. Boat sex anyone?)

Last season we saw a lot of heart eyes from Jon. This season, I think we will see a lot heart eyes from D@ny. (It might look a lot like a glare though… I can’t really tell the difference in D@ny’s facial expressions.)

And if we saw Jon going away from Sansa because he’s tormented with his feelings, I think D@ny will do the opposite and pursue him instead. Who else is shoving his unwanted feelings in everyone’s faces? That’s right! Littlefinger.

If Jon is becoming Sansa, then D@ny will be his Littlefinger. And we know what Sansa will do to LF this season (as much as we know about D@ny’s third betrayal).

I thought D&D hate us, but season 7 is actually very good to JonSa!!!

We just need to look beyond the surface. Everything is hidden in plain sight.

Do you guys see more Jon and Sansa similarities? Care to share? Anyone?



She’s afraid to turn around.

She was dreaming. She’d dreamt this so many times before. His hands on her body, his gravelly voice in her ear.

And anytime she turned around - he’d vanish.

So she settles into his touch, settles into the dream.

Except-it felt so real. Was this her destiny? To long for him so badly he would appear to her as if he were real? And not a long lost ghost?

Angelina whispers: Please stay with me.

Will: I’m not planning on going anywhere, sweetheart. All I was waiting for was the right time. It took you so long. Couldn’t believe it when Xavi gave me the letter.