silent courage

Young Eddard x Female Reader

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Imagine being married to Eddard Stark during Robert Baratheon's rebellion. 

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\ Request from @zadris /

A sweet fluffy fic, maybe right after Robb was born so ned is married to the reader and they r in winterfell. Just lots of sweetness and happiness :)

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An Unexpected Journey|Chapter 1: A Left Will Take You to the Interstate  Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Pynch Week 2017 Day 7: Road Trip

“Who the fuck are you?” Ronan snarled at the dusty haired boy getting out of the car.

“I’m your Uber drive, Adam.” the boy gave Ronan a questioning look, “You did call an Uber didn’t you? Are you Ronan?”

Ronan looked past Adam to the car behind him.

“I’m not getting in that piece of shit.” Ronan gave the car, if you could call it that, a disgusted look.

“Seriously? I drove all the way here to pick you up. It’s not my fault you didn’t read the confirmation where it showed what type of car I drive. You could have canceled. It’s too late now. Get in.” Adam turned to walk to the driver’s side of his mutt of a car, conversation apparently over.

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Óhræddr

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Title: Óhræddr

Fandom: Vikings

Characters: Ragnarssons and Njæla

Pairing: Named OC Njæla x Ubbe Ragnarsson

Warnings: Mentions of rape, abuse, torture, blood, violence, sex and cursing.

Rating: NSFW [some chapters]

Summary: Njæla is the daughter of Rollo and Siggy, since her father’s betrayal and him abandoning her, she being cast out by the society of Kattegat. With an abused soul and wounded pride she leaves to live alone in the mountains far away from the memories of a family she once had. When the news comes of the destroyed settlement in England, the Ragnarssons convince her to return to her once home. With Ragnar’s returns to Kattgat, Njæla gets pulled in a game of politics, betrayal and revenge.

Words: 1970

Note: I do not own the GIF nor the characters of History Vikings. The timeline of the episodes can be slightly changed.

For lovely @ateliefloresdaprimavera

                                     Vikings season 4 episode 10 + 11


                     Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk.

                            It is walking toward me, without hurrying.


A shudder of cold woke Njæla cruelly from her dream, at first she fought it and tried to drift off to sleep again but the cold was stronger. Not fully awake yet, she squinted one eye open to meet de morning dawn but soon she found out that she lay in the cabin instead of the green meadow were she had fallen asleep last night.

A small ray of light angled through the window of her little wooden cabin and right onto her - still filled with sleep - face. She leaned back and rested her head on the furs and blankets that she used as a pillow, and she took a small break from the overwhelming light. Her fingers caressed the warm pelt that hugged her body, yet it was not enough to shield her from the cold that had woken her up. Her hand softly snaked over the circumference of her bed looking for a source of heat that she missed.

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Then It Was Dark is finishing up its second week on Kickstarter. To celebrate this spooky anthology, I’ve put together a big old piece of fanart with character from 13 different fictional worlds. (Mostly mystery/supernatural/crime based, obviously.) Try to spot them all! (Answers in the tags, at least when it comes to what the 13 things are.)

A high resolution version of this image, suitable for printing, will be available to all backers when we unlock our second stretch goal, so if you’re interested in that, click here to donate!

Then It Was Dark is a collection of paranormal experiences, true ghost stories, friend-of-friend tales and brushes with the unknown

From the strange, nighttime experiences of a man deployed in Iraq to the story of a house haunted by a slightly mad old Jewish matriarch, from a chaplain’s experience performing an exorcism to the history of spiritualism, to a ghost that seems to love LARPs, Then It Was Dark collects a variety of strange experiences from talented and diverse voices.

LETS SET THE FUCKEN SCENE.

Hogwarts, 2010, Halloween night. A group of Gryffindor muggleborns are dressed as dementors and scaring the carp outta everyone and anyone they can find. Rounding a corner they find a shy Hufflepuff muggleborn avidly reading about the next horror game to hit the stores. Setting about their role with wicked glee the group moan and gasp in an incredibly accurate portrayal of the terrifying wardens of Azkaban. The Hufflepuff screams as their bowels come so very close to emptying. In a desperate attempt at self-defense they draw their wand, picture their mother’s smile as she hands over the first game they ever played.

Silent Hill.

With a courageous shout they release their patronus for the first time.
Screams of true terror fill the corridors as the costumed Gryffindors scramble to escape from a spectral, glowing and extremely pissed off Pyramid Head.

anonymous asked:

can i request headcanons for haru, hajime, and shun and how they'd confess to their crush? thanks!

Shimotsuki Shun:

  • very cringy romantic
  • probably surprises you wit a fancy candle-light dinner, some violin playing in the background and maybe even a walk in the moonlight
  • you wouldn’t suspect anything at first let’s be honest you know he can be fckn extra sometimes but as soon as you’re surrounded by flowers *cough* magic *cough* you’re a bit suspicious of his behaviour
  • suddenly he hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and he tells you he loves you with a very confident face because how could anyone reject him
  • of course yor replay is positive and he pulls you close for a sweet little kiss

Mutsuki Hajime:

  • didn’t even plan to confess, it just kinda happened spontaneously
  • like you meet up with him to go on a date or just spend some time together and after you were talking for a while he would just look at you and tell you he loves you
  • you were so surprised you couldn’t move an inch when he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your head
  • and as soon as it was done he moves away, smiles at you and continues as if nothing out of the ordinary happened
  • he’s absolutely sure of his feelings so he doesn’t feel like he has to be insecure about telling you
  • and of course he’d be happiest if you tell him you love him too

Yayoi Haru:

  • probably the only one who is a bit nervous about confessing
  • also the only one who’s afraid of getting rejected
  • planned everything thouroughly
  • calls you pretending he surprisingly got half the day off although he didn’t have to work anyway and if you want to hang out a bit
  • you just casually stroll through the park and stop at a small lake where he suggests to rest a bit
  • after a while of staying silent, he gathers his courage to confess and tries to hide his nervousness
  • so happy he nearly cries tears of joy when you tell him your feelings are mutual
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Courage/Katz Fanfic: You'd be missed

There was no sound for miles. No wind to rustle the curtains or make that creaky windmill outside spin. No cars rushing down the road by the house. No creaking from the stairs or the attic. No truck engines backfiring…no pots clanking….No one yelling at the TV….No one cooking in the kitchen.

Muriel and Eustace were gone.

Everything was silent…Courage hated the silence. It was all he’d heard since they’d passed in their sleep, their breaths and heartbeats gone like a summer breeze, leaving cold, unyielding, lonely silence. No one to call him “good” or “stupid”. No one to pet him and scare him with a mask. No one at all.

Sitting up slowly from his spot on the threadbare rug, Courage looked around the living room. Dust had settled on the chairs and shelves. Muriel never let the dust settle. Eustace’s chair had lost his shape, the foam cushions finally getting the chance to pop back out.

He wandered in the kitchen where the counter was clear of everything. Muriel always had something on the counter; bread, vegetables, a pie…it was never clear. The windows were shut, the floral curtains hung limp from their hooks, faded and worn. The pots and plates hadn’t been moved. They sat in the cabinets just as Muriel had left them. Courage’s water and food bowls sat bone dry by the fridge.

Opening the back door he headed towards the two stones in the yard, curling up next to Muriel’s. It was cold but Courage had stopped feeling anything a while ago. He didn’t feel cold, or hungry, or tired anymore. He just felt empty. Hollow. Alone.

The small dog’s clumped and dirty pelt hung to his form like an oversized coat. He had dark rings under his eyes and his ears dropped low on his head. Staring at the dust by Muriel’s grave, Courage wondered how long he’d been like this. He couldn’t remember. Glancing at the sky, he saw dark clouds rolling over the distant mountains. It’d rain later. It’d rained the night the Bagges left him all alone too.

Curling up into a ball like he’d often done as a puppy, Courage whimpered pathetically, too dried up to even cry. He was so sick of this. He was so tired of being alone. He missed the Bagges. He just wanted to see Muriel again, to hear her sweet voice…was that so wrong?

Sitting up sharply, Courage ignored the spots of light in his vision and his aching head as he went back into the house and headed up stairs to the attack, rushing past Muriel and Eustace’s closed bedroom door.

He started up the computer, ignoring the machine’s sarcastic, “Ah, so you are still alive. With how quiet it has been, one would wonder.”

“Where’s the nearest forest?” Courage asked, typing quickly.

“The next state. Planning to go camping?”

Courage frowned. That was too far. He tried again, “Where’s the nearest cliff?”

“Same answer. This is Nowhere you twit. Hardly known for its national landmarks.”

Growling, Courage nearly broke the keys as he angrily typed, “What’s the highest point in Nowhere!?”

“That would be Nowhere gorge, the canyon a few miles out of town, also known as ‘Dead Man’s Drop.’ Hardly a prime vacation destination.”

Rolling his eyes, Courage didn’t bother turning the computer off as he hopped off chair and took down the books that let him reach the screen.

Computer suddenly stalled. The dog never took the books down from the chair. He was the only one that used the computer. He was the only one left…“…Wait…You don’t mean to…”

Courage took a final look around the room. He absorbed the slanted roof, the spare boxes, the dirty window. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and with a single goodbye nod to the computer, headed down the stairs, ignoring the shouts behind him.

“Wait!” called the computer, “Wait! Stop you twit! Wait!”

But all he got in reply was the front door swinging to a shut.

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On the other side of town, not too far from Nowhere Gorge, Katz was closing up Katz’ Kandy after an abysmally horrible day. His new candy recipe had been a complete flop, the only customers he’d had where those bratty town children with too much spare time and not enough spare cash. To say the red feline was in a foul mood was an understatement. He didn’t even want to open the motel tonight. No doubt the only visitors he’d get were those fatty truck drivers his spiders wouldn’t eat.

Turning off the lights and heading out the door, Katz glared at the grey sky. Before he could even think the word rain it began to pour. Scowling, Katz mumbled an angry “Of course” as he locked up the shop. Spotting an old newspaper on the steps he picked it up, unfolded it quickly and used it as a make shift umbrella, trying to keep as much of his fur dry as he could. Grinding his teeth and cursing the sky and the rain and the entire day, Katz stomped out down the road, wishing he’d taken his car that morning, instead of walking to the shop from his motel.

Down the road an 18 wheeler sped down the empty country road, music blaring and lights off. When the sudden downpour started, the trucker flipped the switch for his wipers and lights, but only the weak fwip-fwip of the wipers joined the music. Grumbling, trying to see out into the road without much success, the driver started looking around for something to hit the dash board with. He found an old beer bottle just as he drove past Katz’ Kandy and slammed it hard on the dashboard. The first and second strikes didn’t work, but the third did. The trailer’s high beams shot out into the night, flooding the road, just in time see Katz crossing the street but too late for the trucker to do anything more than blast the horn and slam on the breaks.

As Katz stared in shock at the oncoming monster of a vehicle, he could only stand in horrified amazement. “Odd” he thought, “that the last day of my life would also be one of my worst…”

An instant before the trailer barreled into him however, Katz felt something push him and somehow found himself on the other side of the road, shaking uncontrollable, ears flat against his skull, tail curled around his leg. He laid there for a moment, clutching his paws against his chest, listening as the breaks of the trailer whined to a halt. Finally, he uncurled himself and forced himself to sit up. Realizing he’d stopped breathing, Katz took a desperate gulp of air and tore his gaze from his trembling hands to look up.

Even as he reveled in the feel of the dirt under his paws and the rain on his back and no pain anywhere on his person, his sharp ears had picked up the sound of something hitting the front of the truck. The trailer hadn’t touched him, but had finally come to a stop a ways down the road. There, illuminated by the truck’s high beams, was a wretched little pile of purple fur, matted with mud and soaked with rain.

The sight struck Katz to the bone. “Courage…?”

Standing on shaky feet, Katz stumbled towards the dog.

The sound of a car door slamming open was background noise, as was the truck driver’s nervous ramblings of “Oh man, oh god is he alright? He came out of nowhere! Are you alright? Oh man…” The words didn’t matter. Katz only had eyes for Courage.

His nemesis, the bane of his existence…looked utterly broken. His fur was a muddied and mangled mess. His paws hung loosely over the pavement, one unnaturally so. One of his legs was twisted at an old angle. Blood pooled from his head and side. Katz felt ill. “Oh goodness…!” that could have been him! The stupid dog…Courage had saved his life…and the dog….the dog was injured. He needed help! He needed a hospital! Rushing over to the pup, Katz carefully picked him up, more than a bit worried at how light he was.

Turning sharply, he moved swiftly towards the truck, yanking the passenger side door open. “Drive us into town, he needs medical attention! NOW!”

Jumping into action, the truck driver hopped in and headed for Nowhere General Hospital. They made it there in record time, Katz not even sparing a moment to say thanks as he kicked open the side door and ran for the emergency station.

A bored looking nurse mouse with light brown fur jumped into action when she saw the blood soaked dog in Katz hands. “What happened?” she asked quickly, paging the doctor for surgery.

“He was hit by a truck” Katz gasped out.

Another nurse came forward with a gurney. Katz numbly put the poor dog on it, trying not to jar him too harshly. The doctor appeared from the hall and quickly examined Courage, frowning heavily. “He’s not responding to stimulus. Get him into the operating room.” The little gang of doctors rushed down a hall, and Katz made to follow, but the receptionist held him back.

“Sir, I’m afraid no one but medical staff is allowed in surgery. Please, I need some more information from you.” Katz let the nurse lead him to an uncomfortable medical chair. He sat on the rocky cushions while she got her clipboard, eyes glued to the surgery hall doors. He could just see the red ongoing-surgery light. Courage would come out when it was turned off.

“Alright Sir, what’s your name?” the nurse asked, softly but insistently, trying to keep Katz attention without surprising him. The cat was obviously in shock now that the adrenaline had worn down.

“Katz” he murmured.

The nurse nodded approvingly. “Good. That’s good…Do you know his name?” She asked.

He turned to look at her, “Courage.” he choked out. “His name is Courage.”

“Can you tell me exactly what happened?”

“He was hit by a truck. An 18-wheeler. It didn’t have its lights on—the driver, he brought us here…” Katz glanced out the front doors. The truck and the driver were gone. He snarled suddenly, the fur on his neck heckling in rage. “He left! That rotten piece of garbage left!”

Frowning disapprovingly at the clear driveway, the mouse excused herself for a moment to call the police. When she returned, she sat down across from Katz. “The police will be here soon. They’ll question you on the accident so I’ll just ask you about Courage. What’s your relationship to him? Are you family?”

Katz took a deep breath to calm himself, promising to find that rotten truck driver and feed him to his spiders. “No…no…I’m… an acquaintance? We’ve dealt with each other before.”

“Do you know where his family is?”

“It’s an older couple. The Bagges. They have a farmhouse not far…” Katz trailed off as the nurse’s face filled with pity.

“The Bagges passed away almost a month ago.” She said softly. “…is there anyone else…? Anyone we can call to watch over him?”

Katz swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head sadly. Of course there wasn’t anyone else. The poor boy gave everything he had for the old woman and her sour husband. If they were dead… “I’ll watch him.”

The nurse looked surprised, “Are you sure? You just said you weren’t more than an acquaint-”

“I’ll stay.” Katz declared angrily. How dare this mouse question him! Noticing the nurse was frowning, he backtracked. “My apologies…He…he doesn’t have anyone else. I’ll stay with him. He at least knows me…”

Nodding softly, the nurse left him alone to sit and wait. The police stopped by at some point, questioning him on the accident and the driver. Aside from that, Katz stayed glued to his chair, tail whipping back and forth in agitation.

Hours later, a bit after dawn, the surgery light finally went off. Katz stood from his chair, ignoring the crick in his back, just in time to see them wheel a bed into another hall.

“Mr. Katz” the nurse called. “Courage is out of surgery. I can take you to see him once they’ve got him settled in his room. Alright?”

Katz nodded. They arrived just as the nurses finished putting an IV on courage. They all left Katz to have a word with the doctor.

 “Is he going to be alright?” Katz asked nervously.

“He was touch and go throughout the surgery, but we’ve got him mostly stable now. Poor pup was dehydrated and malnourished. The IV should help with that, but it’s going to take a while to get him back to full health.”

Katz nodded and accepted the pamphlet the doctor offered him. As the doctor left him alone with the dog, Katz took the opportunity to look around the room.  It was small, but homey. There was a window by the door that allowed anyone in the hall to peek in on the patient. Courage looked even smaller than he was on the large hospital bed. He had bandages around his head and torso. His right arm and left leg were in casts. Pulling the waiting chair by the bed, Katz sat down with a heavy sigh.

He was exhausted, but alive…he was alive because of this self-sacrificing mutt. The dog who he himself had tried to kill on multiple occasions. So why had he saved Katz?

Courage had nothing to gain from the accident. And Katz was positive it was an accident. But then…what was the dog doing out there, so far from home?  Was he leaving Nowhere? On so dismal a night? With no supplies? Hardly. He was obviously in bad shape, with no one to take care of him…

“Stupid dog…” Katz murmured. “What were you thinking…? Slowly, he reached for the dog’s head, rubbing his ears softly.

After a few pets, Courage whimpered in pain and dryly gasped“…Muriel?”

Gripping the small purple paw in his, Katz leaned closer. “Courage?” he asked softly.

The small dog shifted, his nose twitched. With what looked like a great amount of effort, he opened his eyes, staring dimly ahead. Turning, he saw Katz at his side. After a look of utter heartbreak, Courage’s face went blank.

Katz frowned nervously. Something was wrong. The dog was staring right through him, his eyes were glazed over. Was it the medication? Before he could question him, Courage turned away, slowly closing his eyes again and Katz could only stare in horror as the dog’s heart rate flat lined.

An alarm started to ring and an instant later the doctor and his nurses rushed into the room, pushing Katz out the door.

Moving quickly to the room’s window, Katz leaned close to the glass to try and see everything that was happening. The staff had already set up the defibrillator and was preparing to give the purple dog a shock. The small body lurched against the tiny bed, unresponsive as the doctor called for a second shock and then a third. The seconds ticked by but Courage remained motionless.

Unable to hold back any longer, Kats slammed his paws against the room window and shouted with unrestrained fury, “You stupid dog! What is wrong with you!? Fight you cowardly dog! Fight!”

…With a slight jump, the heart rate monitor began to beep again. Letting out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding, Katz slumped down to the floor, letting his head fall into his paws.

That idiot dog! That stupid mutt! He was trying to die! He was probably heading towards Dead Man’s Drop when he saved Katz! Snarling, Katz stomped back into the room as the medical staff cleared out again. Once the coast was clear, he yanked the purple pup up by the scruff of his neck, sending his heart rate up in surprise. “What on Earth do you think you’re doing!? Useless dog, are you so stupid you can’t even stay alive properly!?”

“Muriel and Eustace are dead!” Courage shouted, breaking free of the cat’s grip and curling up into a little ball against his pillow.

“And that gives you an excuse to join them does it?!” Katz retorted angrily, paw twitching to grab the dog again. He wanted to shake some sense into the boy.

“I just don’t want to be alone anymore…” Courage whimpered, crying into his paws. “I miss them…!”

As Courage cried and whimpered, Katz sat back down on his chair with a sigh and a sad shake of his head. Poor dog. He was too loving for his own good. He simply didn’t know what to do without someone to care about…

“Why did you save me?” Katz asked suddenly.

Blinking through the tears, Courage looked up at the red feline. “W-wouldn’t someone miss you?” he asked with a small hiccup.

Katz sighed again, so that was it. Courage didn’t want someone else to feel like he did, so he saved Katz thinking he had some family waiting for him after work. “My sister maybe, though I haven’t seen her in a while… I’ve been alone much longer than you have Courage…” he said simply, reaching up to pet the small dog. Despite the initial flinch, Courage eventually leaned into the paw, eyes letting out a few more tears. “There, there dear boy. It’s hard now, but it will get better. You’ll see.” Katz murmured as Courage fell asleep again.

A few minutes later, Katz joined the dog in sleep, his soft purr barely audible over the beep of the Courage’s heart monitor.

—-

A few days later, Courage was finally discharged. When the cat and dog finally left the hospital, Katz nodded goodbye to the medical staff and set out to the Bagge farm, Courage asleep in his arms. The drive home was smooth and calm, with some light music flowing out of the ancient radio. Katz had quickly gotten into the habit of using Eustace’s old truck. Amazingly enough, he found it more reliable than his own sports car.

Courage’s long, medicine induced naps had given Katz plenty of time to visit the Bagge home. The house was in as bad a state as the dog it seemed. There was dust everywhere. The food had spoiled in the fridge and pantry. It didn’t take long to clean up, fortunately, mostly dusting and mopping, and restocking the kitchen was easy enough.

Outside, a short distance away from the well, were the old couple’s grave stones. They were simple markers. The first time he’d past them, he’d paused to read the names cut into the rocks: Muriel Bagge and Eustace Bagge. For a moment he’d imagined a small stone beside them reading Courage and shuddered. To think the dog had come so close to joining his former owners.

Setting the dog on the old couple’s bed, he set out to get dinner started. Something light would be best, as the dog had only just started getting proper meals again.

—-

Courage woke up a few hours later to the clanking of pots in the kitchen. As he gingerly pulled himself out of bed and hobbled down the stairs he noticed everything had been dusted. The noise grew louder as he got closer to the kitchen door. Pushing it open, his blinked his eyes a few times to be sure of what he was seeing. Katz was chopping up carrots at the counter. Muriel’s cookbook sat open next to him.

“Ah” Katz greeted, finally spotting the small bundle of bandages peeking out behind the door as he turned to drop the carrots into the stew. “Finally awake dear boy? Well come on, dinner is almost ready. Set the table will you?”

Courage simply nodded. The soup smelled good. The kitchen was bright and loud. It was…it was…he began to cry as he set the cups down…it hadn’t felt like home in so long. Katz was by him in an instant, petting his head as he sat him down on his chair. “Come now, it’s alright Courage.”

“Why?” Courage asked, voice trembling. He was so happy to have Katz here. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t gotten somewhat attached to the cat at the hospital. He was just…there. He didn’t want to go back to being lonely again.

“Why what?”

“Why are you here?”

“Do you not want me here?

Courage nearly fell out of the chair in protest, “No! I do! But…”

“Well…wouldn’t you miss me if I was gone?” Katz asked with a smirk as he steadied the dog back in his seat.

Courage found himself nodding.

With a nod and another pet, Katz spooned soup into the bowls. “And I’d miss you if you were gone. So I’m staying right here. One simply can’t trust you to live on your own dear boy.”

“Hey!” Courage protested, trying to smother the blush that painted his cheeks.

“Stupid dog, eat your soup.” Katz ordered, handing him a spoon.

Courage chuckled. It sounded odd in his ears, his laugh. But he could get used to it, now that he wasn’t alone anymore.

Upstairs, Computer simply murmured, “About time someone told you you’d be missed, you twit.”

THE END 

(It’s been a while since I’ve written a fic, please forgive the roughness)

You know what,
at one point
She probably did
love you back
but she was just
a girl
lacking courage,
inferior to pride,
silent of words,
and
stagnant with change.
Both too afraid
to embark on opportunity,
to embrace life.
So life flew by
and together you died
while alone
you lived.
Rust

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto x Reader

Time: Near the end of X-Men: First Class, the night before the confrontation with Shaw on the beach.

A/N: I don’t even know where this came from, but, Warning: this fic does not come with one of my usual happy endings and it is basically a lot of angst.

Summary/Preview:

“You know I can’t stay. This mission of Charles’s- you know I don’t believe in it,” he admits finally, his words heavy with reluctance.

You pull your hands out of his grasp, jerking away from him as you try to process his words- a hard task despite the constant unease of the past few days that has been warning you that something of this sort is coming.

“This is home, we were building a life. Does none of that matter to you?” you ask him, surprising yourself by remaining calm, at least on the surface. One last chance, and oh, how you hope that he will take it.


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Wrong Channel -Stiles Stilinski (Smut)
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Originally posted by itsbennystilinski24

Summary: What happens when two hormonal teenagers accidentally switch into a porn channel when they were tug-o-warring the remote?

[[based of this prompt: Muse A and Muse B are watching a movie together, when suddenly an unexpected sexy/sexual scene comes on, causing extreme awkwardness between them, as they are crushing on each other but not yet together.]]

Warnings: The most detailed smutty smutty smut I have ever written.

Word Count: 2564

Grab your bibles and your holy books cause yall about to sin. YALL NEED JESUS!

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"Imagine Legolas seeing Bilbo in Rivendell when Legolas was about to embark with the Fellowship and just remembering everything that had happened"

Anon!Author || imagine

And so, it was finally settled; the Ring Bearer would set out and off to Mordor, with the company of eight others, to destroy that certain ill-fated Ring.

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Save Me

Crowley x Female!Reader

Words: 1745

a/n: This was originally just going to be a drabble until my friend made me make this into a oneshot. Yay!

Warnings: ANGSTY AF OMG

Summary: After a fight, you and Crowley spend a few days apart, only to have to come back together through a tragedy.

Tags: The queen of angst, Miss @runodemontio, @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll, @crowleysplaythings, @marksheppardischarming, @bloodysideofhell, @scribe-of-winchester, @crowleycanyounot

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tempsdecuisse  asked:

A few months had passed since the last event involving the Opera Ghost. The story had gone out that he was dead, but Meg couldn't believe that. One of the major clues to this being a lie was that the entrance the mob used to enter the lair in the first place had completely vanished. Meg, fortunately, knew other ways in. Swallowing her fear, she descended and saw lit candles. That meant he was still there. Silently, she mustered her courage and stepped in, attracting little attention. "Hello?"

Erik looked up in surprise. He was writing. It was all he did these days. All he could bring himself to do. Writing out his feelings and thoughts to distract himself from the endless silent hours. He finished repairing his home last week, throwing out a lot of the furniture, all of the instruments, leaving his once grand house rather baren, with just the bare necessities. He honestly was trying to be a ghost even to himself, slipping away into his mind for days on end so he could hide from his harsh realities.

“Y-yes?” He said, his voice cracking with ill use. It sounded dead and hollow in all honesty, as if its owner had already passed on leaving this shadow of a voice behind.