sir you look good in that coat

andrew minyard + the cats

  • while both cats love andrew and neil, they both have preferences on who they spend more time with. king loves being around andrew and sir prefers neil’s company
  • when andrew has those nights that he cant sleep, king seems to know and is alway waiting for him by the balcony door when andrew goes for a smoke
  • everyone morning when andrew gets up to get ready for the day, the cats knock on the bathroom door to be let in (they just nap on the mat). it took forever for andrew to just give in to letting them in. turns out the company wasnt that bad.
  • andrew has started a hate percentage on the cats
  • when he’s absolutely bored he engages in staring contests with the cats (neil caught him once)
  • went out to buy a whole bunch of cat toys, none of which the cats liked. one day andrew  crumples up a piece of paper and throws it to the trash can only to have one of the cats intercept it and start playing with it. andrew never spends another penny on a cat toy again
  • has gotten mad at the cats and threatened to make then into a fur coat. the next day he goes to get his coat and finds it completely covered in cat hair. he looks at the cats. ‘touché’
  • one day tells the cats: “i’m gonna start charging you rent.” the next day andrew finds a dead rat at the entrance of the door. neil: “is that a month’s worth rent in cat?”
  • sir has accidentally locked the bedroom door(tried to open it with his paw, ended up locking it) good thing andrew and neil are excellent lock pickers
  • andrew has never been prouder of king than when he chased off a dog twice his size
  • even if andrew has a shitty day there’s something about coming home to neil napping plus 2 curled up cats on top of him that helps takes the edge off. for someone that never they’d be living this long…this…this isn’t bad. not bad at all.
A Nice Evening

Fandom: Marvel      Genres: mild violence, swearing, action

Summary: Based on: “Imagine Loki beating up your ex.” by @thefandomimagine

A/N: I’ve made the ex a man, because I doubt Loki would beat a woman.

Word count: 1,120


Originally posted by spindle-berry

Knocking on the door, Loki couldn’t help but notice the dirt covering the narrow corridor and some cigarettes left in the flower pot. The flower was long dead so it didn’t really matter. Loki thought that people were barbarians indeed, no matter how hard his brother tried to convince him otherwise.

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SUMMARY - Bucky , your boyfriend ,who has been abroad for a week catches you masturbating to the movie ‘The Bronze’. (you know the infamous gymnastic sex scene )

A/N - This fic needed more work than usual so Taw @supersoldierslover Thank you so much babe. 

WARNINGS- Masturbation , unprotected sex ( pls practice safe sex guys), maybe a little embarrassment. (also lot less curses , but still a few . I can’t help it .)

Originally posted by coralineseye

(but I do .) 

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Notice Me (Park Jinyoung Imagine)

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Park Jinyoug x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): None

Originally posted by gsvnrewind

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Sugar & Spice i (Sugardaddy!Tom AU)

Originally posted by glamxangel

Summary: Here is a headcanon detailing your first interactions with Tom and how he becomes your sugar daddy.

Authors Note: I mean issa vibe guys. Issa vibe. Anyways what’s up my loves here’s a headcanon that is going to be part of a “series” I guess just because I have a lot of ideas for Sugardaddy!Tom (sue me). There’s going to be lots of glitz and glam and fun with this series and possibly NSFW like I know I already teeter on that line but I might cross it into full-on NSFW. I’m not sure yet, we’ll see. Feel free to make suggestions or share your thoughts on this concept, because I’m always down to talk about this idea. Also, I’m always open to commentary (good, bad, whatever). Love you guys and I hope you enjoy.


Word Count: 1295

Warnings: sugar daddy relationship (probably going to piss you off if you don’t like the concept), sexual suggestiveness, swearing, probably other things

Taglist: @tbholland   @stephie-senpai @cersei-lannister @i-love-superhero @chinalois @behxndthemask

First Meeting

  • Let’s be real if you’re into having a sugar daddy you’re not some innocent angel.
  • You know your worth and how to get what you want, so why shouldn’t you be treated like a princess.
  • Tom stumbled across your path at an afterparty for an awards show.
    • Not a stuffy fancy one, instead one of the more fan based ones.
  • His eyes instantly caught onto your sparkly dress from across the room.
  • You didn’t notice as he eyed you up while you danced with your group of friends.
  • He felt his mouth dropped when you turned to show your gorgeous face.
  • Your lipgloss gave your plumped lips a sexy quality which went perfectly with the rest of your sultry makeup look.
  • He took a bit of liquid courage before walking over to you and dancing.
  • You were prepared to tell him off, used to guys dancing with you and getting too close but your heart stopped when you saw it was him.
  • Obviously, you knew who the Tom Holland was, you didn’t live under some rock. 
  • You took some initiative and started swinging your hips into his lower half to the beat of the music. 
  • His large hands took hold of your waist, bringing you in closer.
  • You gasped feeling the pressure against your backside, making him laugh.
  • “Wanna get out of here darling?”
  • “Let me tell my friends and we can get out of here.”
  • Quickly, you dragged your friends to the bathroom and could barely contain your excitement.
    • “He was all over you!”
    • “I know he wants me to go somewhere with him!”
    • “Somewhere as in his house, get that spider dick.”
    • Then you turned your location on for them because girls look out for girls and you should never let your friend go somewhere with a random from a club and not know where they are.
  • You smoothed your straight hair down in the mirror before exiting the bathroom and going to find your date for the night.
  • Tom sat in the VIP area, getting up when he saw you return. 
  • His arm wrapped around your waist and the two of you snuck out of the club.
  • He removed his coat and wrapped it around your freezing body.
    • You had for looks tonight not practicality, leaving you feeling exposed to the elements.
      • “Why thank you good sir.”
      • “I’m always a gentlemen darling.”
  • A few cameras snapped pictures while the valet returned with his matte black Lamborghini.
  • He opened the door for you helping you in the passengers’ seat while he got in the driver’s side.
  • One hand squeezed your thigh while the other was on the wheel. 
  • The car ride was full of anticipation, the only noise is the soft hum of the engine and his playlist.
  • You arrived at a home outside of L.A. about an hour later that looked absolutely stunning. 
  • He opened the car door for you, gently taking your hand and leading you inside.
  • Your eyes wandered around the gorgeous home, you were used to decent apartments and hotel rooms.
  • Tom put on his charm.
    • “Want anything to drink darling?”
    • “I have another sort of thirst you can quench.”
    • “Well, I live to please darling.”
  • You ended up in his bedroom, with his legs entrapping you to the wall while he kissed you.
    • Your popping lip gloss was now smeared all over the actor’s face, making you slightly giggle.
    • Both your lips were now puffy.
  • The compliments he threw your way made you blush
    • “You’re so fucking stunning.”
  • The night was like a fantasy. 
    • He knew how to drive you crazy in the best way possible. 
  • Your head laid on his chest, exhausted
    • “Thank you, daddy.”
    • The words escaped before you could really think about it, just a force of habit.
  • Tom let out a soft chuckle and just pulled you closer.
    • “My pleasure baby girl.”

The Talk

  • You and Tom had an interesting sort of relationship going on for a few weeks.
  • He called you up, you would end up going on a date, having a great night of sex then repeat.
  • Today was a bit different in that you arrived at your apartment to get ready finding a Net-A-Porter box.
    • You gently removed the ribbon and lifted the box to find goodies.
      • A Rose Gold Satin Slip Dress
      • A Cream Chanel bag with gold hardware
      • Nude Leather Gianvito Rossi pumps
      • Large Rose Gold Hoops with Diamonds
  • You took extra time to get ready tonight, taking an extra long shower leaving your smooth skin smelling like roses.
  • Your makeup would be subtle giving a whole golden goddess vibe with lots of highlight and shiny lip gloss. You would have a wig (lacefront of course) with an ombre from brown to blonde. The curls were done up Victoria Secret style, making you look like an utter bombshell.
  • You call up a Lyft to take you to the date location, some Italian place outside of Hollywood so that it was more intimate.
    • He preferred the moonlight over the city lights when it came time for dates.
  • The whole ride your legs were clenched with anticipation of what was to come.
  • You walked into the restaurant and asked for a reservation under Tom’s name.
  • The waitress led you to a private room where you found Tom with the lighting coming from candlelight and the moon shining through the window.
  • His eyes trailed over your body, undressing you with his eyes.
  • He didn’t look so bad himself wearing a black t-shirt, leather jacket, and black jeans.
  • He took your hand and gently helped you do a twirl.
    • “You look wonderful my darling.”
  • There was a tense feeling in the air that you couldn’t place your finger on.
    • Tom just seemed too happy like he knew something that you didn’t.
  • The waitress for the evening came in with the chef tasting menu.
    • Tom certainly knew how to wine and dine you.
  • Tom talked about the new projects he was working on while you talked about classes you were taking.
  • Around dessert time, Tom pulled out his phone (which you prepared to chastise him for) and showed you a picture that you were oh-too-familiar with from your Tumblr where you gave Sugarbaby advice.
  • You spit out your prosecco, choking.
  • Everything on that blog detailed just about every experience you had.
    • “How the hell did you find that?”
    • “I mean I’m Spiderman so I have my ways.”
  • You feel tears start to come to your eyes, feeling like this was just some way to embarrass you. You start fanning your face as you feel the hot tears start to fall down, ruining your makeup.
    • “Love wait don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    • “Then why did you bring me here? I feel like a fucking idiot.”
    • “No I’m the idiot, I should have just asked you about it I’m sorry. I just wanted to tell you I wanted you to quit and just stick with me.”
  • You sniffled, stopping your tears for a minute and trying to take in what he said.
    • “Stick with you as what?”
    • “My girlfriend but also I’ll take care of you. I see how you talk about all the shit you have to deal with on the blog and I’d rather not have to think about you doing so. I’ll treat you like the princess you are.”
  • An actual relationship with a person you genuinely cared about and were attracted to or have to freelance to random guys you hate. The answer was obvious.
  • You learned across the table and brought Tom into a soft kiss. 
    • “I think that answers your question.”
Part Two

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Pairing : Kim Taehyung x Reader

Crimson Cypher | V

Word Count : 8.1k

Genre : SugarDaddyAU!

Description : You’re not sure wether you made the right choice or not when accepting his deal.


You just arrived at the place the address written on the little yellow crumpled paper in your hand lead you to. Your eyes looked back and forth between the sheet and the small silver plaque carved next to the entrance of a building proudly standing in front of you, hardly unnoticeable from miles away. 

Not quite sure of yourself yet, you walked a few steps backwards to take a good look at it. Saying the building was huge would be an understatement - it made you feel not any bigger than an ant. On its front, the ten first floors had large windows framed by a very dark grey material while all the others above were only made of glasses. Despite its bleak appearance, you guessed that only a few of people could afford living in such a facility. 

Your eyes landed back on the entrance, reachable through automatic revolving doors. Resolute as you breathed deeply once, you walked towards them. Inside, the smell of clean detergent, lavender and feminine fragrance instantly filled your lungs. Two females’ heads turned towards you, perfect smiles plastered on their face, set to appear whenever a newcomer stepped inside. 

 The hall was very vast - four chairs around a long coffee table curved in a mahogany wood on your left, a great light grey carpet, laid on polished off-white tiles extending several feet in front of you where two elevators were situated and a large reception desk framed by long plants on your right. Altogether, a very sober, neat and nicely decorated space that gave an inviting vibe despite the utter quietness. 

 As you studied the inside, the relaxing sound of the water fall behind the hostesses, who were silently watching you, gradually reached your ears, making you a bit more at ease. The floor you had to get to was too written on your paper and despite noticing the elevators, you still decided to walk to the hostesses first. It probably would have been taken as rude if you ignored them on your first visit and something told you that they were surely acquainted with all the residents. You felt the need to make a good first impression.

“Good Morning,” warmly greeted you the blond hostess as she stood up letting you see her impeccable woking dark blue uniform, “How may I help you?” 

“Good Morning. Uhm-… I’m supposed to get to the-” you quickly looked back to the paper just to be sure, “50th floor… Could you tell me how I can reach it, please?” 

“Of course. 45th to 50th floors are accessible via this elevator”, she pointed to her left, her neat and tight ponytail swinging when she turned her head towards where she showed you. 

“Thank you.” She nodded before picking up the ringing phone, reciting the building’s greetings lines. 

You hadn’t notice that elevator, being right by the entrance’s and almost entirely hidden behind one of the tall plants. You wondered why it wasn’t next to the others at the very end of the hall as you walked the few steps separating it from you and pressed the button. Even though you chose to wear your nicest clothes on that day, you couldn’t help but feel out of place. 

A short tune was heard when the doors opened, snapping you out of your thoughts. You walked in to lean against one of the walls as the doors closed, Jazz music filling in your ears. You took a deep breath and quickly turned around to look at yourself in the mirror to make sure you were presentable. The same tune rang again and you stepped outside. You looked around you, fazed. 

You weren’t where you expected to be, namely a corridor. You were in what seemed like the apartment itself, the elevator acting as the entrance door. It was the first time that you got acquainted with that sort of entrance. You hesitated, taking small steps forward. 

A very impressive bay window faced you, giving a magnificent view of the city below and letting daylight to illuminate the entire luxurious space. As you walked away from the elevator’s closed doors, classical music reaching your ears. 

“Hello?” You tried not allowing yourself to look around any more before someone would come greet you. 

You were in a small kind of corridor, decorated with two big paintings on each side, leading to a wide opened living-room. You walked until reaching the few steps that separated the entrance from it. 

”Hello?” You leaned forward to make out any human presence and soon heard footsteps behind you. 

“You must be L/N Y/N.” You turned around quickly, startled by the sudden voice. A tall man dressed in a black suit came from behind the staircase on your left that led to one storey higher. He seemed to be in his late fifties by the grayish color of his very short hair and neatly cut mustache framing the top of his upper lip. “Please forgive me, I was busy in the kitchen and didn’t hear your arrival.” He spoke in strong Japanese accent. 

You smiled back to him. “It’s okay…” You trailed, unsure. 

He walked until a few feet parted both of you and bowed lightly before you. You mirrored him, not expecting the gesture. 

“My name is Satoshi and I am Mr Kim’s butler. I mainly ensure that Sir’s apartment is maintained in a good state whenever he visits or has visitors. I remember him telling me your arrival was due twenty minutes ago.” 

Sir, Taehyung? You bit your lower lip to prevent a chuckle out. “Yes, there was a bit of traffic on my way here.” You explained looking down at yourself before tucking your hair behind your ears. 

“May I dispose you of your belongings and offer you something to drink ?” 

“Uhm- Yes.” You shrugged out of your black jacket after you gave him your backpack as he went behind you to retrieve both of them, placing the cloth on the coat rack not far away from the entrance and the bag under it. 

“This way.” He walked elegantly, passing by the staircase and entered another quite big room that you recognized as the kitchen, provided with all the best equipment and as luxurious as a five-star restaurant’s. Not that you knew anything in the field of culinary art but you were sure enough that such a place would turn green with envy anyone who had a passion for cooking. “Please, take a seat. I made some Earl Grey but you’ll probably want some fruit juice or maybe a coffee ?’ 

You pulled one of the bar stools displayed around the kitchen’s island. “Tea sounds perfect.” 

Satoshi nodded and turned around to grab a perfectly lined-up trail containing a tea pot, one teacup, a sugar bowl and delicious baked pastries. You thanked him and he excused himself before disappearing behind you. 

You poured some of the hot tea, its pleasant fruity scent evaporating around you, melting together with the pastries’ and you were even more eager to dig in what looked like by far the tastiest snack you were ever given to enjoy. You treated yourself as you shyly cast a glance around. 

The place was way more than perfect and obviously Taehyung had a very good taste when it came to design his penthouse but you really didn’t expect the whole ‘butler-thing’. Even though the place was huge, you were quite sure Taehyung lived alone. 

“Do you wish to visit around?” Tanashi’s voice startled you, making you drop the cake you had in your hand to let it land on the once immaculate floor. You swore seeing Tanashi wince at the cookie crumbling around and you quickly got down from your chair with one of the napkin he gave you aside the trail. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you coming back.” You confessed trying to leave the floor as spotless as it was before your mishap. You had an inkling something like that would happen, everything ran too smoothly.

“Please, do not bother yourself. I will take care of it.” You heard him say as he walked closer to you. 

“No,no. I made the mess, I’m cleaning.” You said stubbornly, preventing the old man from taking the napkin with the broken cookie in it. “Where’s the bin?” The man mildly sighed and smiled, opening a cupboard that hid the trashcan inside, for you to throw the cookie in. “What were you saying?” 

“Would you like to take a look around?” 

“Yes, please.” You answered dusting your hands in the sink. 

“Well, you’ve already seen the kitchen,” He started, “on your left you have the dinning-room,” He raised his hand to show the room connected to the kitchen. You walked in it and turned right, “Then, the living-room that the entrance leads to.” None of the three rooms had doors and it allowed the place to appear twice as vast. From this new point of view of the living-room, you noticed a very big screen hung on the wall with a set of couches in shades of beige and dark brown, facing it and a lit chimney embedded along the whole wall’s width under the T.V. 

“Over there,” added Tanashi pointing to a corridor ahead of the two of you connected to the entrance, “are Sir’s and your private rooms.” He paused a moment, “I will show you yours but I believe it is best if Sir is the one showing his himself.” You nodded and followed him when he walked across the living-room. 

“Is there a floor upstairs ?” You asked shyly. 

“Yes Miss, one small room with its bathroom and Sir’s office. Also, as the apartment is on the top floor, there’s an access to a personal outdoor patio.” Tanashi explained, keeping on walking. 

You entered the corridor that led to two others- on your left and right. Tanashi turned left and you couldn’t refrain from looking behind you. “The other one leads to Sir’s rooms.” He added as if he had seen you. He stopped a few seconds later and you did too before you could bump into him, looking over his shoulder, “Here are your bedroom and dressing-room. Your bathroom is reachable through your room.” You looked at the two closed doors, one facing you and the other on your right. “I will let you discover them by yourself and let you take your mark.” He paused an instant. “Pardon me if I am wrong but is that bag containing all your belongings ?”

 “Yes. Everything’s in it .”

“Very well then, I’ll go get it for you and then be back to my duties. I will still be here for the next hour if you need me. Sir should return home soon after.” You nodded and he bowed for the second time that day before leaving you, the sound of his perfectly varnished shoes resonating against the dark parquet flooring. You watched him until he disappeared around the corner. You looked back at the door facing you and opened it slowly. You pushed the door, peering your head inside first and then entered in the room completely, your eyes opening wide. 

You bit you lip in front of what you regarded one of the most beautiful bedroom you ever saw - It was quite vast, the walls were all white except the one behind the queen size bed, neatly made and supported by a smooth light grey wood, which was painted in pale pink and had a long rectangular canvas hung on it representing several black little birds flying in a white ocean. On the left side of the bed was a dressing table carved in a white wood with a tool surmounted by a very light brown velvet cushion and on the other one was a chest of drawers that matched the dressing table. The room was bathed in the day’s light thanks to a very large window that went from the middle of the wall facing the door to half of the ceiling, giving an impressive panorama on the outside. Under it stood a dark wood desk and a black desk chair. A few empty shelves were hung above it. 

You looked about you in amazement when you heard a knock. Satoshi brought you your backpack. You took it from him and he left closing the door behind him. You put the bag on the driftwood floor, walking around, running your palm on the freshly washed white bed sheets, looking at yourself in the dressing table’s mirror. When you reached the desk, you noticed a large black box tied with a silver ribbon. You undid it and lifted the lid to reveal a still brand new trendy laptop and phone. Your eyebrows knitted together as you picked up a square-shaped paper placed in-between and read - ’Welcome gifts to successfully complete your studies. - T ’ 

You chuckled to yourself, remembering how much of a priority for him and the last of your concerns they were. You guessed he chose them after you told him you would get your lessons through a correspondence program your university offered since you didn’t want to go back there and thought it would be much more easier that way to get acquainted with Taehyung. 

Then, you walked back next to the bed and saw an unknown access to another room with two white sliding doors that could have stayed unnoticed if it wasn’t for the two silver handles. You walked to the doors, sliding them to the sides which automatically turned on spotlights. 

The walls were large white format tiles bypassed by a trail made of light green glass mosaic and the floor was made of very dark brown tiles with under-floor heating, warmth spreading under your soles. On the right side was a large vessel sink vanity in front of a rectangular mirror. Fluffy towels were neatly arranged on it. At the end of the bathroom stood raised on a large dark brown platform a white porcelain oval sucking tub. An embedded shelf on the wall next to it gathered shower products and a fluffy off- white bath mat was laid at the foot of the platform. A ceiling height glass wall separated the tub from the toilet and next to the doors stood a laundry basket. 

Along with the bedroom, the bathroom was outstanding and very fancy. You gazed at it for a few moments before remembering the last room Tanashi told you about. 

You walked out of the bedroom and stood in the corridor facing the second room. You opened the door and stepped inside, feeling around in the dark in search of a switch to turn the lights on but once again when you stepped fully inside they turned on automatically. When your eyes got used to the lightning you discovered that the third room was a large walk-in wardrobe. On both sides and over a length of approximatively ten feet, several clothing items were neatly hung or folded in big closets. From dresses to pants, shirts, skirts without forgetting the dozens of shoes. Clothes were also organized according events and seasons. You even spotted from afar sumptuous evening gowns. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if they really were yours or belonged to the previous girl Taehyung made a deal with.

You ran you fingers across the different fabrics and came to a standstill to pick one shirt. You walked to the cheval glass that stood in a corner of the room and looked at your reflection to see what you would look like in it. You were kind of surprised to see that it seemed to fit your body figure. 

Maybe Taehyung only approached women who had the same silhouette. 

You put the shirt back where you took it from and turned to look once again around you. You noticed that the room had a corner at the end of the closet on your left and walked around it to conclude that it was built in a L-shape. You frowned when you saw a single sliding door and wondered what could possibly be behind it. You slid it open and saw the bedroom’s desk facing you. 

You walked to where you dropped your backpack and emptied it contents on the bed – some clothes and your daily personal hygiene products. You decided on taking a shower not willing to stain the immaculate bed sheets. You closed the sliding doors behind you, hesitating for a second because of the absence of a lock. Eventually, you saw it as no big deal as Tanashi didn’t seem like the person to barge in unexpectedly. 

You tried to make out the shower head’s mechanics and once you managed to get hot water out, you got rid of your clothes. You undid your hair and stepped inside the tub. You could hung the shower head high above, allowing you to stand up while washing your hair rather than kneeling down. Once entirely wet, you took a closer look at the several product displayed on the wall mounted shelf and noticed that each of them were for a specific type of hair and skin. You decided to use those which fitted you the best rather than the low-quality ones you brought with you. 

When you finished washing yourself, you picked up one of the towels folded on the vanity, almost undoing all of them because they all turned out as too small. You dried your body, wrapped your clean hair and threw your dirty clothes in the laundry basket. You picked the comfortable clothes you brought from your bag that you mounted on the vanity, since you weren’t sure wether you could pick up from the closet but you noticed you forgot to bring a pair of panties. 

You clung onto the towel as you slid the door open, letting some of the steam to mingle with the cool air of the bedroom, causing goosebumps to appear all over your skin and walked to the bed. After retrieving them, you turned around and saw from the corner of your eyes something white and small at the foot of the bedroom’s door that you were hundred percent sure wasn’t there when Tanashi first opened the door. You crouched down to pick up the small paper - ’Clothes in the closet are yours. - T’ 

Suddenly you felt heat rose to your cheeks and your heart beating fast as your breathing quickened, not knowing where such a reaction came from or what caused it – The fact that Taehyung was finally home, the thought that he could have mistakenly opened the bathroom’s doors or the idea of suddenly being the owner of luxurious brands ? 

You walked to the closet, using the connected sliding door and closed it behind you. You turned around and sighed when your eyes laid on the several pieces of clothing hung then you looked at the paper you still had in your hand. They were all yours. Never in your life you imagined to own that much of expensive garments. 

You finally started to look around for a sleepwear. Kneeling down in front of some drawers, you opened them and found several pairs of undergarments that you didn’t see when you first entered the room. But how could have Taehyung known your size ? 

 You picked one bra and unfolded it, heat lightly blushing your cheeks when you noticed that it was made in a see-through material and was paired with a string and not any mere one - it had an open front. Actually half of the panties had one and several bras could go cupless. You quickly folded them and put them back inside the drawer, shaking your head and reassuring yourselves that there had to be “common” under wears somewhere in there. 

You eventually opted for dark blue full cup bra and Brazilian panties, the least sexy and most comfortable you could have found. Even though, you were accustomed to revealing lingeries you had the opportunity to see and even sometimes wear while being at the Crimson Cypher, you only preferred them on other girls and way simpler than that on you. Once you put them on, they surprisingly fitted you like a second skin. You looked at yourself for a moment in the full length mirror and then kept on your task to find a sleepwear. 

You looked again more carefully and more slowly around you but nothing looking alike it came into view then you thought that they were maybe folded in drawers like undergarments and you walked back to the previous ones you inspected. You drew some of them when you finally saw some clothes made in silky material. You took one piece out and stretched your arms in front of you to watch it as it unfolded itself. Less surprised when it turned out to be a very sexy night gown that would be only covering one third of your thighs and reveal half of your breast. You put it down next to you and looked at the others, all more transparent and shorter than the others. 

After several minutes of looking through all of the gowns and your hair partially dried, you didn’t found something not too revealing nor too sexy and stood up defeated when you walked back in the bedroom to put the clothes you brought in your bag. You weren’t quite ready to walk around Taehyung in such apparels yet, even though he’d already seen eighty-percent of your body naked – it wasn’t within the same context plus the fact that you didn’t actually know wether he had other people working for him walking around. 

You decided that an oversized white shirt and black leggings would do the trick, being very far away from the look all those sexy outfits could have given you. While brushing your hair, an amazing smell of food cooking filled in your lungs, you could also hear the T.V sound. You looked one last time at your reflection and walked along the corridor leading back to the entranceway and the living-room. 

You peered your head first around the corner to see where Taehyung was and if he was alone. No one was in the living-room despite the T.V being turned on. You heard some sounds coming from the kitchen straight ahead and decided to follow the delicious smell. You bypassed the staircase right before the kitchen’s entrance and could immediately see Taehyung’s back, busy picking utensils out of drawers. 

It was your third time seeing him after that night in the club and all you could feel at that moment was this mixture of eeriness and familiarity – to see him outside the confines of the club doing a simple daily activity such as cooking yet still so breathtakingly handsome with that same attractive aura. 

You tiptoed until you reached one of the walls separating the kitchen from the living-room, looking at him from afar as he slid some vegetables from the cutting board into a pan. Suddenly, he jerked his head to the side to brush his bangs from his eyes and met your eyes, startling the two of you. The next second, a dazzling smile spread on his face, “Hungry?”  

You quickly got that that night him cooking for both of you was a first and a last time, a rare exception when some days later, you met a small black-haired man in an immaculate white shirt who introduced himself as ‘Mr Kim’s chef’, cooking and delivering Taehyung’s food. He also told you how grateful he was to you, glad to cook “real” meals and use the knowledge he worked very hard to get when Taehyung told him that they would be some changes in the daily menus. 

Apparently, Taehyung’s meals consisted mostly in hamburgers, noodles and grilled meat. His chef added that when he learned he would cook for a wealthy man, he declared he was very happy finally putting his knowledge in execution but when he learned about Taehyung’s preferences, he was afraid his hobby would turn out into something that he would grow tired of by cooking same meals over and over again. He also said that he found it such a shame for Taehyung to pay great amount of money in engaging a star-studded chef when he was rarely home. 

You noticed that aspect too in the span of two months of living with Taehyung, coming back home very late at night and going out as soon as the first rays of dawn peered inside his room or not even coming back at all, being absent for four days in a row at the most. That actually made you rethink about the whole deal in general and wether or not you were doing your part of the deal the way he expected you to - Studying was the sole activity your days consisted in and as time went by you didn’t feel like you were progressing in getting to know Taehyung and bringing him what he sought in making that deal. 

Used to spend most of your day in your room and even though you were most of the time alone, not counting when Taehyung’s employees came to do their daily duties, you still preferred plugging in your earbuds while working on your laptop and since Taehyung was never home during the day you found no reason to change that habit. 

One very late afternoon while bobbing your head to some music, you took notes of the online document you were reading. Deeply focused on your work, you got startled when you suddenly felt someone’s hand rest on your shoulder. You looked over and almost got surprised a second time when the person you saw was none other than Taehyung who took off his hand as soon as he felt you jump under his palm. 

You had to look at him twice, not believing your eyes,”Taehyung! Gosh, you scared me.” You took off your earbuds, curious about his presence. It was the first time you both were in your room, together. 

“Sorry.” He trailed off, not sincere a bit as a small smirk played on his lips. “Didn’t mean to.” 

“What’s up? Is everything okay?” You used your foot to turn your chair around to face him. Wearing a loose shirt that revealed his collarbones, his hair was slightly brushed to the side, probably after he ran his fingers through it, displaying his thick eyebrows and despite the small lightning your desk lamp provided he still managed to look ethereal.

“Yeah. I just came to see if you wanted to go out with me…” 

Go out with him? Wait, was it a date? No, impossible… But it had been a long time since you had a night out and you craved for some action and some time alone with him so there was no way you would say no to that. 

“Yes! I mean… yeah, why not. Sounds fun.” You tried not to sound too eager. Small creases framed his mouth’s sides as he smiled.  “So… do I need to dress up?” 

“It’s just a little party a few of my friends organized.” Damn it. “Pick something simple.”

“Nothing’s simple in the closet.”

“Well, if you want my opinion… I think the silver dress would fit the occasion but it’s up to you.” He walked back to the door. 

“Okay… When is it?” 

“Tonight.” He shouted from the corridor. “We leave in an hour.” 

At least it was better than nothing. 

You finished taking your notes and when thirty minutes were left until departure time, you closed your laptop walking to the closet. A silver dress, he said. You easily spotted the item of cloth among the others as each of them had a singular color. You took a look at it, slightly tugging at the light grey fabric in your hand. The dress was sophisticated but more ‘casual’ than the night gowns next to it - it stopped mid thighs and had a small cleavage with very short sleeves covering the top of the shoulders. You tried it on and gazed at your reflection pleased to see that it fitted you like a glove. You decided to go along with his choice, thinking he would probably like the fact that you took into consideration his opinion. 

You picked black stilettos and walked back in your room to get your hair and make up done, simple being the key word. You didn’t forget to take a coat on your way out. Taehyung wasn’t anywhere to be seen so you sat on the couch and waited for him. 

A few minutes after, he walked out of his room, dressed in light brown turtle neck and black dress pants, hair styled perfectly looking as handsome as ever. He was talking on his phone and nodded at you as a signal. You got up and walked to the elevator. The doors opened and you both stepped in, his call ending at the same time. He stood behind you, shamelessly eyeing you from head to toe as he tongued the inside of his mouth. “Nice dress.” 

He held your hand shortly to help you out of the car and muttered some words to his driver. You walked next to each other, entering a small building until you reached a door. During the car ride, Taehyung said it was a friend gathering to welcome those who got back from a long trip abroad. He also told you that they were all warm and you had no reasons to feel out of place. At that time you only felt a bit of disappointment and wished your first night out only meant the two of you. 

The door opened the next second after the ring rang, revealing a short dark-haired girl holding a beer whose face illuminated as soon as her eyes landed on Taehyung. “I brought my friend as planned.” He explained to her making you smile uneasily. 

Friends. That was how others would regard you two in public. You never really thought about how you would have described your relationship with Taehyung if you were asked but you were sure mere friends didn’t do that kind of deal - one housing and providing the other in exchange of their company… and maybe … more ; no, no friends didn’t do that but in the other hand it wasn’t like you did anything that would prove it wrong. 

So that’s ho- 

“It’s so nice to meet you!” The girl literally jumped on you, catching you off guard as she took you in her embrace and you smiled unsure of how to react in front of such sudden and unexpected enthusiasm. You hugged her back. “Let me take these off.” You both handed her your coats and entered the apartment. 

Around ten people were already inside manly men, all around their late twenties, five were chatting on the couch the others dancing to the music playing in the background. The atmosphere felt friendly and you were at ease in front the small number of people but you still chose to stick with Taehyung. He joined the ones sitting who got up when they saw him nearing. They all greeted you warmly and you noticed how very touchy Taehyung’s friends were - all insisting to hug you when he himself still didn’t laid a finger on you. The club’s night apart. 

Luckily, none of them was very interested in how you two met and the discussion quickly resumed where they left it hanging, Taehyung smoothly catching up. Maybe was it unconsciously or not but you felt the need to shorten the distance between you and him when one of his male guy sat next to you and maybe you imagined it or not but you felt like Taehyung was ignoring you or trying to chase back that same distance from you. He never looked your way nor talked to you the first half hour. 

You leaned back in the couch, slightly frowning and looked around, watching as the door girl, you learned went by the name of Amber, brought new drinks on the coffee table. You met gazes, smiled to each other and you decided to get up when she walked back to what you guessed as the kitchen with empty bottles. Inside, a guy was struggling to lift a trail full of snacks and glasses without shaking the whole content. 

“Hey, I don’t want all of that to land on my carpet. Thanks.” Warned Amber, throwing bottles in the bin. 

“Yeah, well I don’t want to make endless trips. I just need some time to find my balance.” 

“When you do, the party will be over.”

You silently giggled. “Maybe I can help. I worked as a waitress. Sort of. So I’m used to it.” 

“Thank you. Appreciated. I’m Mark by the way.” 

“Y/N. Taehyung’s friend.” You smiled, trying to sound as convincing as possible as you shook hands and you took the trail from him as he piled glasses in his hands. You both walked together to the living-room. You didn’t look at Taehyung, too focus not to spill the trail and leaned down, laughing along with Mark as you put your loading on the coffee table to some jokes he blurted out. 

You weren’t pissed at Taehyung but decided not to give him too much attention, thinking maybe he acted differently when around other people and rather focused on the ones who did not ignore you and have a good time with them. Taehyung noticed it but didn’t say anything. He also noticed when you helped set the table how his guys friends’ eyes would linger a bit too much for his liking on your figure. It wasn’t jealousy but he didn’t like seeing other people eyeing you the way he thought himself the only one allowed to. 

But it wasn’t like he couldn’t blame them - you were a new feminine face, a quite attractive one, that dress fitted you like second skin and let’s say the other girls present didn’t put too much effort on their outfit so… maybe was it his fault advising you that outfit ? At the same time, Taehyung could feel some pride in exposing you to his friends as ‘his’ (friend), he just prayed not to hear from them any innappropriate comments about you. 

When the party came to an end, Taehyung looked after you since he didn’t see you for the past forty-five minutes. He found you in Amber’s room, laid on her bed next to Mark who was showing you hilarious online videos on his phone. Despite him, Taehyung felt that pang in his heart and this time, as much as he wanted to deny it, it was jealousy - Jealousy of seeing you so close to another man, one of his friend, jealousy of seeing you having fun with someone else, jealousy of seeing you grabbing onto his forearm as you laughed out loud… All of that happening in the span of a party. But he didn’t show anything and just bore that same blank face of his. 

When your eyes met, he saw in yours joy leaving by bit when you understood it was time to leave. Amber came back at the same time, hugging him as you bode your goodbyes to Mark. 

“Text us whenever you want to hang out.” She told you when she walked the two of you out to the elevator. 

“Sure.” And the doors moved together. 

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Taehyung’s voice resonated in the small room as he kept staring in front of him. You looked up at him and lowered back your head, a small smile playing on your lips as you recalled the last moments you spent with his friends. 

“Yeah, I had a great time. Amber and Mark are fun.” You really wanted to ask him about his behavior back there, why he pretended you weren’t visible when he asked you to accompany him but the words couldn’t come out of your mouth and none of you spoke out again the whole ride to his house. 

Taehyung couldn’t get your image next to Mark out of his head but he didn’t want to sound like a jealous guy angry his girl friend spend most of the party very close to one of his male friend. He stepped out the first of the elevator and you watched him walk to his room. 

You needed to confront him when he was still around you to make up your mind once and for all. You went in the closet to put your shoes and coat back on their respective place and walked out again to the kitchen to get something to drink. You stood still in front of the bay window, one hand holding a glass of alcohol free red wine, gaze lost one the thousand of lights illuminating the city down at your feet and thinking about ways to bring up the doubts you had concerning the deal. 

You froze a second as you watched his reflection come near you on the window glass. You smiled to each other and you looked back on the outside when he chose to linger his eyes on you. You sighed deeply and gathered your courage. It was the moment. 


“Can I ask you a question?” You looked up at him, noticing the surprise in his eyes. He remained silent for a couple of seconds before he nodded. “Am I… doing something wrong?” 

His brows furrowed, “What do you mean?” 

“I mean regarding us… our deal ? The kind of relationship you wanted us to have. I feel like I’m doing something wrong… is it how you wanted it to be?” You looked at him, trying hard not breaking eye contact when he didn’t look away. 

“What do you mean ? Why are you asking me that ?” 

“I don’t know… I feel like we’re not living the kind of life you expected us to have when I agreed to this and since you’re barely present… I thought the issue was coming from me.” You frowned, eventually looking away. “And back there… I don’t know, maybe it was just me but… I felt like you were avoiding me.” You looked back at him and saw the faintest smile tug on his lips as he slightly shook his head once. 

“Everything is doing perfectly fine. You don’t have to worry.” He eyes dropped down to look at the city. “I was not avoiding you. It’s just that I don’t want to bother you in fear you would find me too clingy.” This time it was your turn to frowned. “I want to give you the time you need for you to feel enough at ease before trying anything with you.” You gazed at each other silently. “Do you like it so far? Living here?” 

“… Yes,yes. I do… very much. But I feel bad enjoying all the perks you brought in my life when I’m not giving you something in return, you know? Like the company you crave for… and I think a good start would be if we spend time together.” Silence. “I know what you were looking for when you proposed me that deal… And if you’re just waiting for the good moment then now is. I’m not that innocent or naive… You can talk to me and honestly I feel like we’re just two stupid people waiting for the other to give the green light.” 

“But do you feel enough at ease around me when we’re alone? Despite my repetitive absences… “ You nodded. “Enough to what point?” 

”We’ll never know if we don’t try, do anything.” 

Taehyung seemed to hesitate a moment. “I really want to spend time with you as long as you’re good with it but I don’t want you to see me like an imposing person… you need to know that I like to set rules.” You stood still, watching him gradually morph into the man you first saw back in the club, his eyes turning a shade darker. “Can I try something?” 

You nodded and watched him take the glass from your hand to put it down on the table behind him. He shuffled his way back to you and you dropped your gaze above his chest when he stood still close to you, very close. “You also have to know or you probably already guessed it that I want us not to have any shame nor uneasiness between us.” You nodded, your gaze slowing raising to settle on his lips and your mouth parted when he inched his face closer to yours to whisper warm air as he leant ever so slightly near your ear, closing the remaining gap between your bodies. “Because I’m barely controlling myself when I’m around you.” 

A quiet gasp left you and a crimson flush colored your cheeks at the sudden confession but you wanted to remain calm and not let him sense any of your embarrassment so you tried to breathe deeply when he leaned back, leaving few inches between your faces. The whole time, your mind was blank. You didn’t want to think too much about what he could possibly do or what each of his moves or words meant, you just took it in, took him in. You would think later. 

“Why do you keep yourself from doing what you want?” Your voice wavering in a semblant of collected voice after you watched him lick his lips. 

“Because I don’t want to scare you off.” His eyes moved back and forth from your eyes to your mouth but he didn’t step back. 

“I’m sure you’re not that frightening.” You didn’t know where that easiness came from but it was present and you were just about to be begging him to see of what he aspired to do to you. “Do I look scared to you right now?” 

“I’m not doing anything right now.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I thought that being around other people would make it much easier for me. To help me control myself but then I saw you with Mark… I just felt the need to claim you as mine.” 

You noticed some fear in his eyes as he finished talking, like he was revealing too much. He regarded you as ‘his’. How did you feel about it? You couldn’t think straight at the moment but the very little time you spent wondering about the idea of ‘belonging’ to him didn’t put you off and since you were also, in a way, craving for something to happen, for him to make a move, you didn’t want to scare him off as well.

“Then do it.” Under other circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have answered that but the situation felt surreal to you. Actually ever since Kim Taehyung proposed you that deal. What did you have that made a man like him desire a young woman, an ex-dropped out of college that screamed anything but randomness ? You weren’t the kind of girl who turned heads on her way but it wasn’t like you actually did anything for it to happen. You never thought about settling with someone and never dreamed to do it with a guy as handsome as Taehyung, let alone make that singular deal with him but there you were, eyed by him like a precious antique that had been discovered for the first time. And maybe was it because of him being too close or his obsidian eyes and that silky voice of his but you were ready to make some changes in your life. To open up to someone for the first time, agreeing with everything it included. 

The very firsts seconds when you thought seeing a spark igniting itself inside his pupils after hearing your words, you really, really thought he would kiss you but he just pressed himself lightly against you, making you walk backwards the few steps that separated you from the window glass. Then he slowly reached for your hand gradually intertwining his fingers with yours, moving them slowly up and down to stroke your skin, closely studying your features. 

“You hand is so soft.” He whispered and you faintly smiled, as you closed your fingers on the back of his hand and he gently squeezed in response. 

His felt so warm and inviting but your mind was so focused on keeping it together at the new closeness that no coherent words came to you. You simply enjoyed his touch and he felt relief washing over him as you did not seem to reject him and he watched you, content. You didn’t expect anything in particular that night but you felt like making a huge step forward. 

He already did touch you the first night you met him but it hadn’t the same meaning - at the club you were still mere strangers and it was just an act of kindness, a quite particular one you had thought but it did not mean anything else whereas holding hands for the first time in his living room it was the beginning of you opening up to each other a bit more and you were glad that you were living this with someone like him. 

It would have been much harder if his personality was hard to put up with but you surely would have cut short the deal. Fortunately, he wasn’t any weirdo and the cautions he took regarding you softened your heart and reassured your mind. Sure, his physical features were a huge help and you really hope at that moment that he wasn’t playing any games or tricks to get his ways with you. 

Then warmth left you, as gently as it came to travel up your arm, raising goosebumps on its way up to your neck where it settled. His hand stroked your jaw and his thumb your cheeks, slowly making their way to your lips and another smile settled on them recalling the familiar touch. You opened your eyes when you felt him rest his forehead against yours, fanning warm breath on your skin and you felt the need to bring him closer to you even if he already was very close.

Your hands went to clung onto his shirt at his sides and you pulled him gently until your lower bodies’ parts touched. He leaned his face back and watched your appeased features, you taking in the moment and he smiled to himself. He could never, ever get tired of watching you. He really hoped all of this wasn’t a dream, that you actually were inviting him to touch you of your own free will. His other hand came to cup the other side of your face as he ran his fingers in your hair. He gently tug on them to tilt your head back and sideways, breathing in your delicious scent deeply. 

And then you felt it - his soft lips puckering against your skin, tenderly kissing you under your ear next to your jaw as one of his hands slid from your nape to run down your neck and one of your collarbones, to rest a moment right above your chest and then under it, on your side causing you to tighten your grip on him and block your breathing. You tried your best to enjoy his ministrations without revealing too much of how flustered you actually were as you felt his large hand caress some of your body’s sensitive parts. But then it stopped. He stopped as he felt you stiffening under his touch. 

He leaned back with closed eyes and you already missed his warmth as you watched him part his mouth and look at you, slightly disappointed . “I don’t want you to accept doing things for my sake. I need you to want them as much as I do.”

Tactic - [EXO] Dr!Baekhyun Au

Originally posted by baekintime

[A/N] Inspired by a real person.

A tactical approach. It’s a way of living. It’s the way most of us are living, whether we realize it or not… we are either thinking on how to make it happen and how to get there or– we will figure it all out along the way.

Either way, we are planning, in other words, using a tactic in order to have something happen in our way. But does that mean, we don’t believe in fate?

Not exactly. And Dr. Baekhyun knows exactly what it implies. Being a doctor wasn’t in the plan, and yet he stood fifth floor up, managing patients and catering to them. Baekhyun could thank his genius brain cells to have had pass five years of medical school.

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citrine-k  asked:

Hello sir, I was wondering how your clothing doesn't get fur and feathers littering it? How do keep yourself looking relatively clean with all your Magizoology work?

It isn’t that difficult really.  You see I take the precaution of a good coat and a short spell.  

For the girl who has a cuckquean fetish

You’re busy performing your chores when the doorbell rings. “Answer it” I say.

You nervously walk to the door, aware of your nakedness, ashamed that this mystery stranger will see you in your chastity belt alone.

Opening the door, a woman steps in without saying a word to you. She takes off her coat revealing a tight, short dress hugging her flawless figure. She hands you the coat without even looking at you.

Strolling past you without acknowledging you, she walks straight into the living room where I greet her warmly.

“Slut” I call you you and you hurry into the living room after hanging up her coat.

“this is the little whore i was telling you about, she’s doing very well in her training” I say to her, talking about you as if you weren’t present.

“I promised her a few months ago when I last locked her back up that I’d take her out and fuck her today. *To you: * Tell her slut, why is today special?”

“It’s this whore’s birthday sir”

“That’s right, good girl”

“I know she wouldn’t dare remind me of that fact, or act as if she was entitled to anything, but I know she’s been looking forward to today for a very long time… Haven’t you slave?”
The flawless blonde girl sits on the sofa beside me, crosses her leg and raises her foot.

“Crawl over and suck the heel of her stiletto, show her what a good little cock sucker you can be”

You do so, your face burning red. She giggles derisively and you feel a burning humiliation that takes you right back to high school.

“Yes sir” you say, realising quickly that today isn’t going to be as you’d hoped.

As you suck, me and her begin to make out passionately, I pull her dress over her head revealing the most stunning black lingerie you’ve ever seen.

I ask you if you like her underwear, you nod, still sucking. “I’m glad, this is your birthday present. It’s best if she keeps it, it’d be wasted on you”

“you are to call her goddess, that’s the only name you need to know, since as far as you’re concerned, that’s what she is. That’s how superior to you she is”

Your pussy is soaked with the humiliation, and from seeing how turned on I obviously am by her.

“lay down on the sofa” I tell you, you obey without question. She gets up and sits her perfect ass down on your face. Lifting up slightly, she pulls her panties aside, revealing the most perfect pussy you’ve ever seen. “Stick your tongue out” I say. She sits down on it as she would a cock, your tongue slipping just inside her. You can taste her as she gently grinds her hips against your face

You feel me unlocking your chastity belt and your stomach does summersaults in anticipation.

Your pussy is already leaking before the belt comes off. It’s been so long, you’ve never known a desperation to be fucked, touched, teased, anything like you do now

I undo my trousers, pulling out my cock, and I start rubbing it up and down your pussy, all without plunging it in.

You feel the tip of my dick rub against your clit and move back down, you’re screaming internally “fuck me! Please!!!!” Not daring to speak it out loud

You channel your desperation into pleasuring her, she’s moaning, feeling you frantically licking her clit then tonguing her pussy, passionate French kisses for her beautiful superior hole

Suddenly I stop. She leans forwards grabbing your wrists and pinning them to your sides. Your pussy feels exposed, desperate to be touched, the sensation of freedom now unfamiliar.

I hear you let out an involuntary moan of anguish under her, the reality hitting home.

I move round behind her as she leans forward further

You watch emotionally devastated as the cock you wanted so desperately, the cock you almost had, slips into her pussy inches from your face.

She moans, feeling the pleasure you wanted so desperately, the pleasure you fantasised through months of total frustration.

You can feel how wet she is, the juices flowing out onto your face with each thrust.

“Why have you stopped pleasuring your goddess, slut, suck her clit”

You collect yourself realising how your duty is to obey and please and immediately get to work

Your pussy throbs with need, your arms still pinned, supporting her weight.

“ugh, why would I ever fuck you, slut, when I can fuck her”

“seeing you suffer like this gives me more pleasure then I could ever take from your body”

I climax, filling her with cum and you can’t help but notice how much stronger my orgasm is than with you.

“open your mouth” I say before pulling out. The combined liquid of my cum and her wetness flows out into your mouth.

“swallow it, lick her pussy clean, then make her cum”

At the moment of her climax, I whisper “happy birthday” into your ear and snap the lock shut on your chastity belt.

Little Star Son

I wrote a thing for this post, below. It’s fluffy and self-indulgent, but I hope you like it.

For @powerovernothing as tribute to our lovely conversations, as well as for the title Star Son, because that’s absolutely yours! (It’s pretty unedited, so I’m awful sorry for all of the errors but I was excited to finish it and post. Also, this is an AU where Yondu and Meredith knew each other before Peter was born so, yes, there’s Spacelily):


          It’s a brand, a brand that sticks. There’s no going back.


          The Terran child, one of Ego’s brats (and the last one to be uprooted from their home by Yondu), had clung to his leg the moment he’d been let up from the makeshift surgery table. They’d been running low on sedative, thus Peter had been awake for much of the last half of his operation. It wasn’t a surprise that, after sobbing for the last twenty minutes or so, Peter immediately twisted himself within Yondu’s long coat. It did take a good minute for Yondu to relax, though, once he felt Peter’s small, shaking hands clutch at his pantleg.

          Had the boy been anyone else, he’d have lost that hand in an instant.

Instead, Yondu indulged him and pulled open his coat to look at the kid concealed there, making eye contact with Peter’s wide, fearful eyes.

“You understand me now, huh kid?” Yondu grunted.

Peter gained enough nerve to nod vigorously, then added, “Yes.”

“That’s ‘yes, sir’ or ‘yes, Captain’, son.” Yondu retorted.

He felt ridiculous standing there, talking to newly acquired cargo in his jacket, but their onboard doctor was busy sterilizing where he’d just performed a hasty operation on Peter and there was no one else around to pay them any mind. If it helped the kid to hide close to Yondu like he was being hunted for sport, then so be it, for now.

Peter’s frightened gaze transformed into one of confusion, then awe, and if Yondu didn’t know any better, there was a good deal of hope sparkling in those big greenish-blue eyes. All the pain that had continued to overwhelm the little boy was still there, but seemed muted in the face of a bigger, more pressing question.

“Are…” Peter’s voice lacked strength. He sounded hoarse and all-too quiet.

          “Whassat? Speak up. I can’ hear ya kid.” Yondu made a show of leaning down and curling a hand around his ear to hear the boy better.

“Are you…” He swallowed, “Are you my Dad?”

          Yondu’s mind went blank.

He slowly pulled the boy from out of his coat and planted the kid in front of him. Peter Quill stood, still shaking like a leaf and now nervous to boot. His head was lowered like expected divine judgement for daring to think he might have family among the stars that would come get him.

          “Mom said that my Dad would come to get me when she was…” It hurt to say it out loud, what became of Meredith Quill. It hurt to even think about when the events were still fresh in Peter’s mind. “She said he was made of light. Called ‘im an… an angel.”  

Yondu snorted. Peter’s father was the farthest thing from an angel.  

          He could connect the dots well enough. The boy was still just that, a boy. He’d become eight standard years of age not long ago, being born right when the leaves on Terran trees changed from green to reds, oranges, and yellows. Following childish logic, Yondu supposed he met enough of the vague description that Meredith had given her son.  

“Yesiree, that I am, Mister Quill.” Yondu replied in a patronizing tone but kept a straight face. He watched as the child’s head whipped up, eyes growing impossibly wider as he looked at Yondu.  

          Peter whispered, breathlessly, hopefully, “Really?”

Yondu was two seconds from laughing in the kid’s face. His dumb, round, adorable and ever-so-hopeful little face…

“Really.” Yondu answered before his brain caught up with his mouth.


          It wasn’t hard convincing most of the crew that the kid was his. Recruiting a horde of bloodthirsty, hyperactive men to join up in the ranks of Ravager-dom didn’t require much more than a willingness for thievin’, for killin’, and obedience where the Captain was concerned. Average intelligence wasn’t a necessity.

          Of course, there’d been minimal griping since they’d had to make a good few jumps to reach Terra and once the rest of his horde figured out that this was a child that wasn’t cargo.

But, one whistle was all it took to stop the loudest protestors from getting too big for their britches.


Peter was sat in one of the co-pilot seats, strapped in extra tight while Yondu piloted his own personal M-Ship from out of one of Xandar’s seedier ports.

“Why aren’t I blue?”

The Terran was coming out of his shell, gaining more and more courage the longer he spent time among Ravagers – which had to be around a standard six months at this point. It was hard to be a meek and scared child amid a throng of bawdy crooks, especially around those that liked to try and kick him to the floor and pour cheap alien alcohol on his head as a “joke”. Not that that was much of a problem anymore, after Peter had learned to come straight to the Captain. You had to be downright shameless to try picking on the Captain’s son.

          Thankfully, being timid just wasn’t who Peter was, either.

“Ya take more after yer mama than me, boy.” Yondu replied without hesitation. He was a practiced liar, needed to be in his line of work.

“A lot more.” Peter blurted out. The child’s eyes grew comically wide after he realized what he’d just said, but Yondu only laughed.

                      “Yer right there, son. Don’t know that much about Terran biology – guess the genes and whatnot are pretty dominant from yer mama’s species.”      

Peter frowned, mulling over the new information. He sat back and was silent for long enough to where Yondu assumed that that had been enough questions for the trip back to the Eclector.

“But I’m still yer boy, right?” Peter proved him wrong, leaning as far over the edge of his seat as he could. “For sure?”

          An expert at lying his ass off or not, Yondu figured that Peter didn’t need much in the way of convincing that Yondu was his daddy, not when he was so anxious to believe in it. “Sure as the day is long.”

Peter giggled; for the first time since he’d entered space, Yondu realized. The sound was light, almost musical – familiar too, but Yondu ignored the pang in his heart over making that connection.

          “Mom always said that.” Peter giggled.


At one point, even those closest to Yondu were begging for a leash to clip around the kid’s waist.

“He’s wearin’ everybody out, Cap’n.” Kraglin all but whined. He, Tullk, and Vorker were lined up on the bridge and Vorker had one arm wrapped around Peter’s knees while the kid swung upside down gleefully. Little shit seemed to think it was a game being ten feet from having his head split open by the metal floor below him.

          Yondu spat. “Ya tellin’ me my men can’t keep up wit’ a Terran brat?”

“It’s not that, it’s jus’ –”

“You all call yerselves Ravagers.” Yondu shook his head in disgust, keeping his harried glances at Peter still dangling precariously to as much of a minimum as possible. “Tch. Sound more like wusses ta me.”

“Take it easy, Cap’n.” Tullk cut in, stepping forward. “It’s not tha’ we cannae keep up with little Peter here, we jus’ thought it’d make sense to make watchin’ him a full time job. He’s always lookin’ for trouble.”

          “Found him in one of the vents this morning, took all day to get him out.” Vorker said. He was a soft-spoken man with a shifty cybernetic eye and a scrawny frame that made him appear fragile for all intents and purposes. He wasn’t.

Kraglin wrung his hands together. “We got more important shit to do than spend all day to get Peter outta the vents, Cap’n. With all due respect.”

“Kraglin’s jus’ mad cus he got stuck tryin’ ta get me out!” Peter finally chimed in. He tried to cross his arms, but all the blood rushing to his head was surely disorientating. “I wasn’t stuck neither! I got out when I wanted ta, without no help.”

          Yondu had had it by the time Kraglin leveled a truly childish glare at Peter and ordered the boy be let down.

“Yer wastin’ my time and yers, boys. If ya’ll can’t hack it and look out fer yer own, might as well throw ya out the airlock for not obeyin’ the Code.”

The captain eyed them all, one by one, as if daring them each to say another word.

Vorker cracked first. “Captain -”

          Yondu whistled, and like a lightning bolt the arrow struck out and headed straight for Vorker’s eye. The good one.

          Tullk, Kraglin, and Vorker (though slightly unsteady) raised their hands simultaneously to concede. It was a smart move, not only for Vorker whom would’ve potentially lost his last organic eye, but for all of them, even Yondu. He wasn’t dense. Peter was a full time job, and this was blatant favoritism. But then the three of them should’ve minded that in the first place and not put their captain up to taking sides.

                      They retreated just as they came, only Kraglin sparing a pitiful look back as if he were hurt, before the bridge was cleared.


Peter was upright, scampering toward Yondu with a big grin. “Can I try an’ use the arrow too?”

          His demeanor toward Yondu’s weapon of choice had seemingly changed overnight. Yondu could remember the first time he’d aimed his arrow directly at Horuz’s eye in front of Peter, and how he’d nearly lost the damn thing when Peter had snagged not long after that confrontation. It’d been a struggle to get it back from the child, but Peter had been adamant about Yondu, whom he’d been shy about referring to as his father in the earlier days aboard, not killing anybody.

Horuz had been one of the worst, most spiteful pricks toward Peter since he’d been catapulted from cargo to a secure place as Yondu’s spawn – yet Peter hadn’t wanted him to die.

Yondu had managed to wrestle it away from Peter, not by force but by getting down to the child’s level and reasoning with him, of all things. And that’d eventually done the trick, with Peter surrendering the arrow with only minor reluctance.

Now, not long since he’d first come to wreak havoc on their lives, he was damn near foaming at the mouth to try and use it himself.

          “Why?” Yondu asked. “You got someone you need ta ‘take care of’?”

“No, not exactly.” Peter scuffed his toe. “It’s just cool when you make ‘em do what’cha want when you whistle and it just goes –”

          Peter mimed the motion of the arrow zipping through the air and stopped in front of his own face with a whoosh-ing noise.

                      “I see. You just wanna be like yer ol’ man an’ scare everybody shitless.” Yondu chortled.

“Yeah!” Peter cheered back. Lord only knew he was stuck on being like Yondu and not too attentive to the idea of scaring others.

Yondu ruffled Peter’s already tousled hair with a grin of his own. There was no denying the genuine pride that Yondu felt over being thought of as cool by Meredith’s kid, even when Yondu was supposed to stay mad at Peter and particularly if it was inspiring Peter to want the impossible.

He should’ve told the kid as much, quashed his hopes before they got too high.

He didn’t. “You keep practicin’ that whistle o’ yours, son. Maybe we get you a little some’in of yer own when you’re a proper Ravager.”


In between the heists and hustles that made-up Ravager livelihood, Peter developed a knack for asking as many questions as he could before the day was out. If anything, Yondu believed that all Peter did aside from running up and down the Eclector and tricking Kraglin into the ventilation shafts and sassin’ Horuz and makin’ a mess of the Captain’s quarters with drawings on makeshift sketch paper and driving Yondu to threaten him with cannibalism if he didn’t quit stealin’ those stupid ass stickers and putting them on Yondu’s coattails was ask a million and one questions.

          “Can I have flames and arrows on mah coat?” Peter practically squeaked, trying to grab at the Ravager flames pinned trustily to his breast pocket.

          Most were irritating.

Peter pouted. “Why don’t the rest of the crew got their own beds?”

“Are my teeth gonna look like yours when the baby ones fall out?” Peter gulped.

Some were downright frivolous.

          “Are there movies in space?” Peter rambled.

He pondered aloud. “How come some Xandarians are peachy-colored like Kraglin but others are pink?”

Few were just met with frustration.

          “Am I still yer boy?”

But some were… some questions cut too deep. Sometimes Peter’s questions, innocently spoken, were about as piercingly felt as an arrow into one’s heart.

“Why weren’t you there? When Mom died?”

          The boy fidgeted with his Walkman. He’d come up to sit on the floor next to Yondu after spending the better half of the day scrubbing down the floor of the loading dock. Yondu would never get used to Peter’s incessant need to always find where he was and stick to him after a job was done, regardless of whether Yondu had another task for the kid or not.

          It was like Peter wanted to be around him, without any kind of ulterior motive, or any good, sensible reason at all.

Yondu stopped in his tracks to observe Peter sitting near where he could best look out at the sea of stars around them. He looked oh-so-small just sitting there, waiting for an answer. The tune of ooh-child wasn’t as cranked up as usual, but it was noticeable in the restless silence between them.  

          “Couldn’t be there.” Yondu said finally. “Where yer from there ain’t people like me… like us, Petey. You was lucky not to be born wit’ the worst of yer daddy. ‘Sides, I was away takin’ care of the ship when yer mama got sick.”

“And a Ravager ship ain’t no place for a lady and her baby.” Yondu finished quietly and left it at that.

                      Or he meant to leave it at that. It would be better to let Peter live with the hard, if not slightly altered, truth and learn from it. He genuinely couldn’t have taken care of Meredith and Peter before the woman had fallen ill, he’d been out of the loop shortly after Peter’s birth. The only reason Yondu had gotten to Peter at the right time and place had been attributed to coincidental circumstances too numerous to trace back and perfect timing that paved way for what could only be considered a tragedy.

He meant to leave it at that.

“Come ‘ere, son.”

          There was no one of the bridge but them two, so Yondu sat down in the pilot’s seat and motioned for Peter to come to him. When he was within arm’s reach, Yondu scooped him up and sat Peter on his lap before pulling an unlikely little keepsake from out of his pocket.

It wasn’t a goofy trinket or bobble, or a shiny bit of cheap plastic. It was a picture.

Yondu lifted a polaroid up to the boy’s face. “Here.”

Meredith Quill had always been proud of what Yondu, and any respectable lifeform beyond the middle of nowhere where Terra was located, considered primitive technology. He wouldn’t ever forget her stupid, heavy stereo and its finicky antennae that blared music throughout that dingy country house of hers. Or of what she proudly referred to as the garbage disposal which was apparently ‘top-notch’ and had nearly ground his fingers up a time or two.

Or of what she called a polaroid camera, a flashing, obnoxious device that you clicked so it would spit square images into your hand that took time just to formulate. He’d complained about it being obsolete and useless for the most part, only to surprise Mere one day by jumping out from behind the door and snapping dozens of pictures of her. She’d come from a double shift as a waitress, feet aching, hair frazzled, and bone tired – but she’d laughed and laughed at his uncharacteristic moment of playfulness as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

          “Took this of yer mama before you was born. Nearly made herself sick, laughin’ at your poor daddy.” Yondu said. His explanation did little to lighten the atmosphere, but it didn’t matter in the end. Peter took the picture from Yondu and held it reverently in both hands.

          “Oh.” He looked awed at seeing the image of his mother (happy, healthy, whole) before his gaze turned longing. Small fingers came up to graze at Meredith’s frozen face as Yondu looked on over Peter’s shoulder.

“Hi, Mom.”


          “It ain’t like you, bein’ so quiet boy.” Yondu said. He sat on his haunches, barely noticing the pain that crept into his leg muscles from having to crouch at such an awkward angle.  

          One of Peter’s hands moved to clutch at the lapel of Yondu’s coat, and the boy twisted and toyed with the cloth absentmindedly. It wasn’t a unique gesture on the child’s part, as Yondu had come to recognize Peter’s odd little quirks and motions that signified what he wanted without him saying as much. The child wouldn’t look him in the eye, but he was communicating a need to be coddled nonetheless.

          It’d been a relatively lazy expedition for the Ravagers. They were technically in the middle of a mission, but it was slow goin’ just getting to where they needed to be, and Yondu had spent most of his time inspecting the ship. He and his little shadow had certainly gotten a good deal of exercise touring the quadrants before Peter had begun to move at a snail’s pace and Yondu was forced to double back and find where his dumb kid was lost at.

“Tired.” Peter mumbled.

His head dipped forward slightly as though it’d grown too heavy to keep upright. He was about to slump into Yondu’s chest haphazardly if Yondu didn’t reach out first and pull him forward.

                      Yondu sighed, already knowing the answer to his own question. “I’m guessin’ you can’t make it to bed on your own two legs?”

Peter, instinctively, wrapped his skinny arms around Yondu’s neck and buried his face in the hollow of Yondu’s shoulder, while Yondu adjusted his grip on the boy and stood up. He grunted, ignoring the pain in his calves as his legs stretched, and then strode off from the hangar bay.

          If any of the rest of the team had something to say about seeing their gruff captain with a small child swaddled in his arms, it went unsaid.

The time it took to reach Captain’s quarters was minimal, and Peter had been jarred enough to break out of his stupor so that Yondu could set him down. Peter fumbled to get his coat off, tugging at the sleeves like a tiger cub until he was finally released. He left his coat on the floor in his pursuit to make it to the bed, trying to crawl up onto the mattress by way of grabbing onto various pelts and ratty quilts as leverage.

Yondu grunted. “Boots, kid.”

He shrugged off his own Ravagers’ coat and tossed it over a low-hanging pipe. Reaching down, he picked Peter’s jacket from off the ground to hang it up with his own without much grumbling. He began to unbuckle a few of the less-than comfortable parts of his uniform and watched out of the corner of his eye as Peter sluggishly pull at his shoes. The kid was practically in a nose-dive while he leaned down to concentrate on how to pry his boots off with the little energy he still had. Yondu couldn’t help but grin, chuckling quietly at the sight; the boy was hopeless.

Not even a sour-faced Kree fanatic could deny that Peter was damn adorable.  

“Here, Petey, I gotcha.”

Yondu moved to help him, fitting large hands over the tongue of one boot and then the other to pull them off effortlessly. He got a face full of wiggly toes within holey socks before Peter scooted back while muttering what sounded like a ‘thank you’, and dove into the bed sheets.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Yondu walked to the other side of the bed and lay down without ceremony, having shorn off his own boots moments prior, and lie down on his side. The man didn’t have to wait long for Peter to scoot over and all but throw himself into Yondu’s body. He sought out Yondu’s warmth without hesitation, and hooked his hands wherever he could into Yondu’s tunic to keep them warm, or more accurately to make sure he had a good grip in case Yondu began to disappear into thin air while Peter slept.  

          Yondu let the child be, although he couldn’t find it in himself to feel comfortable enough to fall asleep effortlessly. He was exhausted, there was no doubt about that, but privately his mind whirled like a cesspool. Yondu was an awful lot of awful things, but had he been on par with his crew in terms of intelligence, he wouldn’t be able to claim his saving grace of Captain of the Ravagers at all.

           But then, if you asked Stakar and his former friends, there would be little tolerance to even mention Yondu’s name and the title in the same sentence. Especially not now, while Yondu claimed Ego’s son as his own, while Yondu paraded around with the boy tucked close to his side and gave his own crew a hell of a time in accommodating said boy above nearly everything and everyone else.

“Dad?” Peter was barely audible above the thrum of the ship surrounding them.


“’m I… still…” Peter yawned softly. “… yer boy?”

          Yondu sighed and stared off at the far wall. He patted the kid’s back vaguely, gently, while the images of Stakar’s disappointed scowl faded away from his mind.

Rather than feel frustrated with that infernal question this time, Yondu felt a deep ache in his chest. It was too difficult to face at times, the desperation and the crave for love that Peter had. What was even more harrowing to think about was how, unlike most, Peter wanted nothing more than to return that love. The kid was soft-hearted and stubborn when it came to making others feel worthwhile, especially those that gave him the time of day. And at the top of Petey’s list, just below the memory of Meredith Quill, was Yondu.

He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve Peter’s trust, his confidence, the pride that Peter bestowed on Yondu like he didn’t have to earn it. He didn’t deserve for Peter to love him like a father.

In his brooding, Yondu imagined Meredith Quill smiling, Meredith with her head thrown back in a laugh, teasing him over his unsuccessful and nigh-on painful attempt at singing one of those fool love songs from her bulky stereo. He saw Peter, tiny and new to the galaxy, begin to whimper in the crook of his arm before Yondu smoothed a thumb over the child’s forehead. Peter, still small, reaching out to point at a particularly bright star beyond the ship window, and looking back at the Centaurian to make sure he saw Peter’s find.

“Course you are, Pete.”

To hell with Stakar, and all the rest of them and their judgement. To hell with what the crew thought, with what was good or should be. He was a goddamn captain: he made the rules around here and the whole goddamn galaxy was gonna live with it.

“You sure?” Peter asked.

          Yondu looked down. Peter stared at him from the crook of the man’s arm, face squished together in an exaggerated pout and eyes barely able to stay open, just to hear what he wanted to hear.

          “Sure as the day is long, kiddo.” Yondu replied dutifully.

Peter smiled sleepily. “M’kay… Night… Night, Dad…”

          Yondu reached up to card his fingers through Peter’s hair, thumb smoothing over his forehead like he’d done when Peter was just a babe.

“Night, son.” Yondu said, to a little boy whom was already fast asleep.


          You go home to your mother and father and grow up to be strong and straight. And, Joey… take care of them, both of them.


The Princess and the Pirate [Pt. 3] (Harry Hook x reader)

Words: 2,284

Warnings: some bullying, character development ;)

A/N: Hi! I’m sorry it took so long to post this part! I finished it but then deleted like half of it bc I saw a way to write this that would kind of tie some things together. I really hope you guys enjoy! As always, feel free to send questions, requests, and comments! <3 (also, yes. I did make the daughter of Tiana and Naveen have a fear of frogs, but think about it! Wouldn’t you be freaked out knowing that your parents had been voodoo-ed into frogs? Bleh!)

When y/n woke up the next morning, she turned, expecting to see Harry still snoring beside her. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed to find that he wasn’t there. She begrudgingly stood, deciding that she should get dressed for school that day. She froze. School. She was going to have to escort Harry Hook, one of the few kids from the new group invited to Auradon, to school on his first day. She mentally kicked herself. How could she forget? She had been too wrapped up in all that had happened in the past few days that it just slipped her mind.

She rushed to the kitchen after hurriedly dressing,  skidding to a halt when she saw Harry and her dad casually talking over their plates of eggs and bacon. She shot her mom a confused look, but Tiana just shrugged and handed y/n her own plate.

Harry turned and smiled at y/n. “Mornin’, sunshine. Yer dad was tellin’ me all about yer fear of frogs.”

“Dad! That’s secret, remember?”

Naveen laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “My mistake! In my defense, it was Harry to asked for ridiculous stories.”

Y/n sat down between her father and Harry. “So, Harry. Are you ready for your first day at Auradon Prep?”

Harry frowned through his mouthful of eggs. “That’s today?”

“Please tell me you at least read over your schedule.” Y/n pleaded, rubbing her temples. The day had barely started and she was already getting a headache.

“Was that the piece of paper with all the times and stuff on it? I left it on Uma’s ship.” He admitted, taking a gulp from the cup of milk that Tiana poured for him.

“Wow, okay. Good to know.” Y/n rushed to finish her breakfast and tapped Harry’s shoulder to signal to him that they needed to get going.

“Thank you so much fer breakfast. It was wonderful.” Harry thanked Tiana, grabbing his red leather coat from off of the back of his chair. “I look forward to hearing more of yer stories, sir.” Harry called to Naveen as he exited the kitchen.

“Take care, kid,” Naveen called back. Tiana gave Naveen a look. He smiled. “Is it wrong that I like that kid?”

Harry listened carefully as y/n explained to him how Auradon Prep worked. He was, of course, very confused. He couldn’t seem to understand why kids would want to be in class on time. Back on the Isle, being late was a good thing (in a bad sort of way). She explained that people didn’t take kindly to being threatened. Harry decided to pretend he didn’t hear that bit.

“Harry, I’m serious. You can’t-” y/n stopped walking. They were almost there and Harry’s mischievous grin seemed to grow more and more dangerous looking as she explained what not to do. “You know what? You’re just going to stick with me for the day.”

“Am I?” He asked, sounding much too innocent for y/n’s liking. “You’ll probably regret that.”

Y/n knew he was right, but she would never admit it. “No arguing. It’s not like you know where you’re going anyway. “ She pointed out. “I’ll just be your unofficial tour guide. Maybe I can meet some of your friends from the Isle!”

Harry’s eyes darkened. “No,” He snapped. He glanced over to see y/n’s reaction. He realized how stupid it was of him to snap at her. “I mean, you probably wouldn’t like them. They’re…a lot to handle.”

“Oh come on, they can’t be that bad.”

Harry tilted his head to the side, a smirk on his face. “You do remember that Uma abducted your king, right?”

“You did too.” Y/n reminded him. “There. Welcome to Auradon Prep!”

Harry gaped at the school. It was a castle, tall and elegant, lined with gold and surrounded by lush grass. At first, he was awestruck, wanting nothing more than to explore every inch of the place.

Y/n grinned at his expression, happy to see that he was impressed with it. Then she saw his expression change. It was like he closed himself off. His mouth turned down in a frown, he took his eyes away from the wonderful castle. “Let’s go. I don’t wanna be late fer class.” His frown was slowly replaced with a mischievous grin as he spotted Gil from across the courtyard.

What y/n didn’t realize was how bittersweet it was to be there. Seeing something that amazing formed a knot in his stomach. Back on the Isle, they got scraps. He wanted nothing more than to see how the kids here would react to the school back on the isle. It disgusted him that they were treated with the worst things just because of what their parents did.

Determined to complain about the goodies with someone, Harry decided that Gil would be quick to agree with his opinions on the privilege of hero’s kids.

Harry turned to y/n, putting on his best ‘excited’ face. “That’s Gil! Would ya mind if we caught up? We haven’t seen each other since I was cheated by that shadowy pig.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll see you in class?”

“Right. See ya there.”

Y/n, still unsure of why his demeanor was changing so often, decided that seeing someone he knew from the Isle might help him adjust. Oh, how wrong she was.

Y/n stomped down the halls, practically boiling over with rage. She threw the door to the principal’s office open, jabbing her finger at a rather pleased looking Harry Hook.

“You had one job, Harry. One. Job.” She turned to the receptionist and slammed a piece of paper down on the desk. She had to write a note explaining his current living arrangement so they could figure out where he would be once he was suspended. That’s right. Suspended.

“Calm down, princess. It was just a prank.” He laughed as y/n dragged him out the doors and towards her home. She dragged him halfway through the forest, her feet kicking up loose rocks on the path.

She whirled on him suddenly, catching him off guard. “A prank? Harry, you set Ben on fire.”

Harry held up his hands. He was quite amused. It was the first time he had seen y/n this mad. “He just happened to be in my personal space bubble. Yer supposed to respect those here, aren’t ya?”

Y/n, now really mad, stomped on his foot as hard as she could.

“OH BLOODY-WHAT WAS THAT?” Harry howled, bending down and massaging his toes.

“That, Harry Hook, was for you being such a selfish pig.” Y/n screamed at him before turning and stalking off towards her house.

“Is this about the frog thing? I didn’t have anything to do with that.” Harry called after her.

She froze, letting a cold, harsh laugh out. “Oh, really? So it wasn’t you who signed your name in my locker and put a giant toad in there?” She reached into her bag and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. She stomped towards him and jabbed it in his face. “That wasn’t you?”

Harry stood and took the paper, looking really, really confused. “No, of course not. That’s not my handwriting and I don’t even write in…blue.”

He stopped talking and took a deep breath. “Uma.”

Y/n was so angry at that point that if looks could kill, the whole of Auradon would be nothing but ruins. “Uma. She did that? She humiliated me in front of my friends?” She turned to Harry, her eyes desperate. “You had nothing to do with it, right? You didn’t plan it?”

“Y/n, love, I may not be a good person, but I don’t want to see you upset.” He replied. “I’ll talk to Uma about this. Oh, and y/n?”

She turned and faced him. He was taken aback by how she had switched from being a burning ball of hatred to looking so hurt and frail. Y/n had only tried to help him adjust and he had told her secret to the least trustworthy person he knew. He desperately wanted to make her feel better but knew that she probably already hated him. As if she didn’t hate you before, he thought to himself.

“I’m sorry.” He meant it too. No one was really allowed to have feelings that extended past toleration for another person on the Isle. What he felt for her was different. It was like how he had described the Isle. Wonderfully horrible, because he had no clues as to what he was feeling other than the fact that it was strange and dangerous. Horribly wonderful, because he felt like she saw him as another person and not as just a villain kid. He just wanted to be near her all the time. He wanted so badly to hear about what life was like for her, growing up in a place like this. He wanted to learn all about the things she loved and the things she hated. He wanted to know it all.

“Harry?” He looked up at her, seeing the sad smile on her face. “I forgive you.”

Hesitantly, he opened his arms. He wasn’t sure how the whole ‘hugging’ thing worked. His dad used to wrap Harry in his arms, but it was always followed with Harry being thrown about.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at his confused gesture. She walked into his embrace anyway. “I don’t think you meant to hurt me.” She whispered against his chest, just loud enough for him to hear. “I think you trusted the wrong person.” After a pause, “I’ll admit that setting Ben on fire was kind of funny.”

Harry laughed. The sound made y/n grin, laughing against him. A warm blush appeared on her face. She pulled back and wiped the frustrated tears from her eyes. Harry tensed before pulling her hands away from her face and replacing them with his. He wiped her tears away.

“Princess, I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure Uma leaves you alone.” He promised. It suddenly became very clear to him how close they were and how intimate that gesture was. He backed away suddenly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, right. I should probably go…be suspended now.”

“No, you’re not suspended.”

Harry gave her a look. “Y/n, I’m pretty sure that I am.”

She shook her head. “No, I know that. I mean I’m going to fix,” She waved her hands around vaguely. “This.”

Harry chuckled. “I don’t doubt it. Yer quite fiery.”

“Harry Hook. Tell me that wasn’t a pun. Please tell that wasn’t a pun at King Ben’s expense.”

He shrugged before walking away towards her house. “I’ll be here. Come get me once you’ve bailed me out.”

Y/n shook her head, laughing despite all that had happened that day. She turned around and began walking back towards the school. She was going to have to come up with an excuse to let Harry stay, and she knew she needed a good one.

Harry hid in the shadows as he watched y/n walk back towards Auradon prep. He knew something was up, he just didn’t know what. He cut through the trees and made his way back to the school via a different route so that y/n wouldn’t see him. Peeking through the gaps in the trees, he saw a familiar head of aqua braids.

“Uma!” He moved closer to the edge of the trees and called out her name. He watched her cautiously approach the trees, her hand searching for her sword which she had been forced to turn in when she entered the school.

“Harry? Is that you?” She stepped within his reach. He grabbed her arm and yanked her into the trees with him.

She twisted out of his grasp, a cool grin on her face. “So it is you.”

“Why did you do that to y/n?” He asked, desperately wanting to believe that she had a good reason.

With a scoff, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Why? Because she’s trying to keep you from seeing us, from seeing me, again. You’re one of us, Harry. I was actually making an effort here for you, but knowing that she’s manipulating you? It just set me off. No one messes with my crew; except for me.”

“Manipulating me? Uma, she saved my life. I told you that! She wanted me to go and catch up with Gil, to find my friends from the Isle!” Harry stopped suddenly, getting a hunch as to what was really going on. “Who told you she was manipulating me?”

Uma hesitated. “Drew Facilier.”

The name hung in the air before Harry spoke.

“He’s here. Of course, that’s why he was in the forest. Ben chose him to come to Auradon?” Harry glared at Uma. “You believed him over yer own best mate?”

“Well, can you blame me? Harry, you’ve obviously got a thing for the girl. Forgive me if I’m a bit worried about your judgment when she’s involved!” Uma snapped.

“Okay,” Harry held his hands up in defense. “I can see where yer comin’ from, but trust me. This girl has done nothing but good things for me. Drew attacked me a second time, did you know that?”

Uma blinked. “No.”

“Did you know that y/n saved me from him?”


“Alright. Do you trust her now? I mean, come on Uma. Drew has only ever wanted to make everyone around him miserable. He played you.”

Uma was clenching her fists so hard that her knuckles were white. “Oh, he’s gonna pay for that.”

Harry smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leading her deeper into the woods. “There’s my Uma. Now, let’s go plot our revenge.”


Pairing: George Washington x reader
Word Count: 2,337ish
T/W: None! Little bit of angst then Fluff
A/N: For Anon’s request: “Hi, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write an angsty fic with George Washington with fluff at the end??” Set in Hamiltime! It’s not super angsty. 
Tags:  @applesislife@iworshipmusicals ✨  @othermia

1776. August. Post battle of Brooklyn heights.

The war raged on relentlessly. Letters from your husband became few and far between. He had always been diligent to write, despite his high ranking command and tasking duties, but not of late. Weeks went by with no word from him, for all you knew he had been captured or dead. There was only one way to find out. For the time, you were a rather independent woman, but what did they expect? Your husband was almost always away, leaving you the head of the house, you had learned to fend for yourself and decide for yourself, despite anyone’s opinions.

“Heading to town, Mrs. Washington?” your young stable boy, Eli, asked. 

“A bit farther than town today, Eli, tell your father to watch over while I’m gone, please?” You walked along the stables, until you found your horse, Fargo; he was beautiful, with a chestnut coat, mane captured into a splendid running braid, you had received him as a gift from George on your anniversary, “I’ll be riding out to camp, I intend to return in six days. I shall write if plans differ.” 

“Yes, ma’am, safe travels!” 

With the well wishes from Eli, you were off. The journey wasn’t easy, it took two days to even arrive at the camp. The days were drenched in heat, the night no better, heavy with the humid air, but it was worth it, you kept reminding yourself of the soldiers that were managing through this weather. On the second day, mid-afternoon, you saw the outpost come into view, a rush of excitement filled you. Most people wouldn’t understand your joyous feeling, the camp would most likely be muddy and a mess, surrounded by exhausted soldiers, some barely managing to survive, but to you it meant the hope that your husband was still alive. Arriving at the barricaded fort, you spotted two familiar faces, a young Hamilton and Laurens were standing by.

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The Test

Prompt: Can you do a Sherlock where Greg has replaced Anderson with you? And Sherlocks really happy but wants to see if you’ll do better so he does all sort of trials and tests.

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

(A/N I really hope you like it. I’m not Sherlock so some of this probably doesn’t even make sense.)

“Lesterade, for the last time, Anderson is a dimwitted, frankly untalented oaf that I have no intention of working with anymore. When, will you hire another, more suitable person for God’s sake!”

Sherlock stopped dead when he saw you, standing outside the crime scene.

Lesterade cleared his throat, “I was about to tell you Sherlock. Anderson’s gone. Meet Y/N L/N, forensics.”

You cleared your throat, and straightened down your coat, the nerves stiring in your stomach. You’d heard a lot about Sherlock Holmes, good and bad.

The man behind Sherlock smiled at you, stepping forward and holding out a hand.

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m-”

“John Watson.” You finished his sentence, causing him to give you a confused look.

“Oh, I read your blog sir. Big fan.” You quickly corrected your mistake, and he relaxed, smiling again.

You turned expectantly to Mr Holmes; who was still observing you with great concentration.

“Is he doing that thing?” You whispered to John, who nodded.

“What thing?” Sherlock suddenly asked, stepping closer.

“That thing where you look at someone and tell them everything about themselves.” Lesterade cut in, looking tired.

“Oh, that thing.” Sherlock answered, not taking his eyes off you.

“How’s your cat?” He asked after a while.

“My cat?”

“Yes, your cat. The one you got as a gift from your brother two days ago before he left the country.”

“H-he’s fine.” You stuttered, thrown.

“How’d you know that?”

Sherlock scoffed; “it was obvious.”

“Was it?” You heard John mumble under his breath, as you stifled a laugh.

Sherlock gave John a pointed look, before turning back to you, “Cat hairs, quite short on your trousers, meaning the cat was fairly new, a kitten probably. Your hair, quite messy, meaning you don’t have much social contact with people, narrowing down the people who could’ve given you the cat to family only.”

“How did you know I didn’t just buy it?”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, “You work in the police force now, new job, no time to get a cat. You take your work very seriously, which I can see by the fact that your car over there is very.organised, your phone vibrated just now, where I saw the text message, “just arrived, missing you already.” That came from your brother. The rest of it was just, the science of deduction.“

You’d heard about what Sherlock could do, but seeing it live was still completely shocking.

After about 2 minutes, Sherlock broke eye contact with you, walking past, towards the scene of the crime.

"What information have you got for me?” He asked, and you realised he was talking to you.

“Her name is Amelia Thames. Head of a bank in Birmigham, body found with no possessions, apart from a ticket stub from Birmingham to London. She received severe blows to the head, but that’s not what killed her.”

You finished, and Sherlock stopped abruptly, facing the body.

He turned to look at you, that same, searching look on his face.

“So what did kill her?” He murmured, his eyes trialing down your arm.

“Pardon?” But Sherlock ignored you, turning back to look at the body.

“Let’s hope, L/N that you’re better than Anderson at your job.”

You heard John sigh, “Sherlock, leave her alone.”

“No, it’s okay.” You spoke up, stepping forward.

Sherlock pointed at the body, “Look at her hands. What do you see?”

You knelt down slowly, confused. You’d looked at her whole body around 10 times, and hadn’t spotted anything.

“I don’t- I don’t see anything.”

“Look!” Sherlock almost commanded, and you squinted your eyes in concentration. Then, you saw something.

“Well, the inside of her palm, it’s cleaner than the rest of her hand. But that could just mean she just wiped her hand on something.”

“That’s good.” Sherlock nodded, “but concentrate.”

You took a deep breath, feeling extremely stupid, but carried on anyway.

“Her finger tips are yellow. So she might be a smoker?”

You looked up for confirmation, but Sherlock said nothing.

“The insides of her nails,” You continued, “There’s some sort of liquid. It’s made her nails the same colour as her fingertips.”

“It’s a poison.” Sherlock added, his voice including a slight hint of being impressed.

“It’s on her right hand, and she’s right handed, meaning she probably took the poison herself.” You realised, “But-

"This wasn’t a suicide.” Sherlock continued, “normal suicidal people don’t book a train ticket to Birmingham for an important business meeting the day they want to kill themselves.”

“And I don’t see how they would’ve gotten their hands on such a dangerous poison. No, this was someone else. Someone forced them to end their life.”

You thought about what Sherlock had said, then glanced at the injuries on her head.

“So, someone came up behind her when she was alone, beat her unconscious with a gun, dragged her here, and forced her to take a poison?”

Sherlock looked down at you, and broke out into a smile.

“Well done.” He smiled, then turned and began walking away.

“Well done? For what?” You called after him.

“For passing the test. I’m going to enjoy working with you.” He called back, raising a hand in goodbye.

“Barmy.” Lestrade muttered, and you shook your head.

“No, he’s brilliant.”

Doctor Styles

Part 2

A/N: I really want to thank @whoopsharrystyles for helping me start this new fic idea of mine and being my first beta ever and give me some great pointers and tips. I def would not be writing this without her. I really do appreciate it so much sis love you loads. xoxo S. Also everyone should def read his blurbs/fics/ they are flipping amazing and if you haven’t you are missing out. 

“Oh and three don’t fuck up”

You wake up to the sound of your beeping alarm on the nightstand table; you peek your eyes open and read that its 5:30 am.  A groan escapes your lips as you think about leaving the warmth of your bed. You scramble to find your phone and hit snooze, tossing it to the other side of you. But as on cue, you hear pattering of footsteps on your wooden floors, your bed dipping, and you being greeted with a generous amount of kisses on your cheek and nose by Eric. There goes your extra 5 minutes of sleep, but this is the price you pay when you work in the hospital. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a doctor, always dreamed of becoming one. Although the wake up times can be agonizing. After of few more sloppy kisses you’ve had enough.

“Okay okay I love you too, come on let’s gets some breakfast.”

You slide your robe on as the two of you hurry down the stairs and pour food into two bowls. Once you’re done eating, you run up the stairs and run a shower for yourself. You take your time to rinse your body with the warm water and soap and decide to wash your hair tonight, not wanting to go through the hassle of blow drying your hair right now. You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body and wipe down your foggy mirror. You take your time as you go into your closet and pick out your pink scrubs since its Friday.  At the hospital you work at, doctors all allowed to wear any color scrub they desire on Fridays. Pink scrubs are also yours and the kid’s favorite pair you own. You throw on your scrubs and white coat and tie your hair into a ponytail. You did not wear makeup to the hospital since it wasn’t needed; you weren’t a doctor to impress people with your beauty.You’re there to help patients in need. Looking over at the clock you notice it is already 6:40 and that you have about 20 minutes to get to work, you run out the door, not forgetting to grab your stethoscope before dashing down the stairs, in which you find Eric lying down on the couch. You slip your shoes on, and you give him a quick hug and kiss goodbye and tell him you’ll see him tonight.

The drive to the hospital was typical, not that much traffic since you live only ten minutes away. You casually walk into the hospital and greet the young lady at the front desk with a simple smile and a nod, while noticing families sitting eagerly waiting to hear results of their fellow loved ones, in the waiting area. You make your way through the long corridors, to be greeted with a only few nods in acknowledgement. You sigh to yourself, but keep your head held high. But your attention strays to a whistle behind you, and you already know who it is. You roll your eyes as you turn around.

“You know Maya, you look fantastic in your pink scrubs, but you know what else they would look good on?” He takes a step closer to you as you back up against a wall. “My floor.” He whispers and winks so the other doctors and nurses couldn’t hear the dirty comment.

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When War Runs Deep | 05 You don't understand

Originally posted by jeonbase

angst, implied smut, vampire/war!au, 3k words
→ when a forbidden relationship between the general’s daughter and a vampire used as a military tool takes place during the war.
→ prologue: “I know” | 01 | 02 [M] | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

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chuckles-the-jester  asked:

I just thought of something, akko is practicing her transforming magic but gets stuck as a cute bunny and is found by andrew Only condition, the fluff level: "it's so fluffy i'm gonna die!!"


“You can d-do it, Miss Akko!”

“Thank you! Sensei! Emmm…” Akko looked behind her shoulder, growing confident as she held her wand out in front of her.

Professor Ursula smiled as she saw her working hard to concentrate.

‘She doesn’t even realize…’ she thought to herself, ‘That she’s being trained by the one person she wants to be like… but…’ she looked down, growing melancholy.

Her glasses shined white, ‘I want her to be better than me…’


She gasped as she looked up, seeing Akko’s wand blitz out and she transformed into a full white bunny.

She blinked her eyes.

“Ah! Ba-ba-pu!” she mumbled, not able to speak English. “Ack!” she covered her mouth, looking horrified she couldn’t say anything.

“Em. Very good, Akko!” she clapped her hands. “Now, try and speak rabbit.” she swished some magic out and a brown rabbit appeared, kicking to scratch behind it’s ear and then ruffling it’s head out, blinking.

Akko gave it an open-grin, and hopped towards it. “Apu, apu, apu. Ba-ba-chee!!”

She waved, but the rabbit’s eyes suddenly turned hostile, and it whammed her multiple times with it’s feet, and then hopped away.

She had swirls in her eyes as she fell, kicking her leg out.

“Oh my…” Ursula placed a hand over her mouth. “Well, we’ll count that as a solid B. at least you got the metamorphosis down right.” she had a sweat drop on the side of her face, knowing that the wand was equipped with a toddler’s handicap.

‘What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.’ she thought to herself, ‘after all, I just couldn’t stand seeing her look so down anymore!’

Akko waved her arms around, glad she had at least succeeded, before flinging her wand on accident…

“Ahh!!! Bu-ba-bu!!!” she ran after it, but the wand’s handicap broke.

“Ack!” Ursula turned white in fright, then sweat profusely. “C-…Can she change back without the handicap now..?” she looked worried.

Akko picked the wand up, and waved it around, trying to say a spell but her broken bunny language just had her disappear.

“Ah…” Ursula looked around, zipping to and fro,… before… “AHH!!! I’ve lost her!!” she threw her hands up to her head and started racing around. “I must find her! I must find her!!” she jumped on her broom and took off. “Akko!!!”

Blinking her eyes open, Akko looked around and found she was in some kind of rich person’s guardian.


“Ah! A varmint!” A butler, tending the garden, looked up and glared at her, lifting his sharp pitchfork up. “I’ll teach you to eat the master’s vegetables!”

In great panic, she ran as the chase began. Ducking under rose bushes and being found under plant pots, until she finally hopped so far that she wiggled herself into a window, and panted once on a counter.

She sighed, before feel hands around her waist and being lifted up.

‘Ahh!! No way!’ she looked up.

“H-hey! Look, Andrew! I caught a wild white bunny!” Frank laughed, holding her up and lifting her up and down, as she felt dizzy.

“It’s it cute?”

“It could have rabies.”

“Oh come on.” he held it up by his face. “You know you want to hold her~”

She blushed as she looked up at Akko.

He stared at her…

“I’d rather eat it for supper.” he looked back at his book, leaning his cheek against his fist to keep his head upright.

She jolted as her face went limp and she let everything drop forward.

“Ohh… so cruel.” Frank pulled her back, frowning.

The butler came in suddenly, “I’ll find that rabbit! I’ll find it even if I have to search the whole courtyard!” he huffed and puffed, as Frank looked worried, and put the rabbit down by the window, trying to shove it’s butt through.

“Get out while you still can, little guy!”

‘Ack!’ Akko felt so awkward, not being able to fit at first before spinning around and gripping his hand, shaking her head.

“Oh? You don’t wanna go back out?” Frank held her in his hands, “Hey, I think she likes me!”

“Hmph. A regular Snow White.” Andrew nonchalantly commented and flipped the book’s page.

He wiggled a finger over her head, as she tried to fight him off but he just lifted the finger as she swat at him.

“Haha! So cute! Come on, Andrew. You can’t let that mean old butler hurt this little cutie, can you?”

He leaned up with big puppy dog eyes, putting Akko right by his cheek as she blinked in confusion, not sure what was going on.

Andrew looked up, and sighed, closing the book. “I heard your father calling you. Shouldn’t you be going?”

“Ohh… Uhh… here!” he jumped from foot to foot, before letting Akko be tossed into his arms.

“Augh!?” Andrew looked own at his lap, seeing her land there and looked up as if scared.

His eyes twitched, as he suddenly seemed to look up and see the butler coming.

“Don’t let him hurt her! Please!” Frank grabbed his coat and waved from the door frame. “She’s too cute to eat too! So none of that, now. See ya!” he raced off.

Andrew sighed, as the Butler came in.

“Master Andrew,” he bowed politely, “Forgive my intrusion, but did you happen to see a white rabbit by any chance?” he blinked in eagerness.

Andrew looked down, seeing her tearing up, before he pulled the book down over her, pretending he was reading and keeping her out of sight.

“No, I’m afraid I haven’t. Marcus? You can’t allowing creatures into the manor are you?”

The butler flinched, “Oh no, sir! Never!”

“Good. I’m heading to my room then.”

“Y-yes, sir. G-good day, sir!” With more determination, the butler’s eyes shone with fire, and he took off holding the pitchfork upright and over his head, charging to try and locate it as soon as possible.

Andrew lifted her up and placed her inside his coat, walking up and keeping the book over her, ducking his head down and closing his eyes, looking calm.

She blushed at the warmth that came within his jacket, but squirmed a bit too, ‘Can’t… breathe!’

He turned a corner and opened the door, closing it behind him as he sighed and let her out.

“Come on, then. Get down.”

She looked up at him, as he gestured with his head for her to jump, and she hopped down.

She turned around, smiling on her two legs. ‘He’s not as bad as he comes off to be.’ she smiled.

He pulled out a carrot and tossed it to her, before patting her head and walking to the window, sighing.

She happily jumped for the carrot, playing with it before nibbling on it, and then looking shocked at her actions and pulling away.

‘Noo~!!! Must… resist… urge … to be a bunny!’ she shook her head with her paws up on it, before looking over to Andrew.

He seemed to be reading again, and she looked curiously up to him.

‘….Does all he ever do is read books?’ she tilted her head, and raced to him.

Ursula, using a spell to locate Akko, noticed her batteries were running low on it, and seemed concerned.

‘I can’t let her fiend for herself out in the dreary world!’ she threw forth a finder beacon and followed it.

Out the window, she looked around before peeking through, and then panicked when she saw Andrew and Akko as a white rabbit, and turned to peek in and spy on the two.

“…What do you want?” he stared down at her, seeing her smiling and just jumping up to him on the window’s long seat embedded into the windowsill.

She nodded her head a thank you, before jumping up on his chest, making him lean back.


She giggled, and then tried to get him to play with her.

‘No one deserves to be cooped up here without a friend!’ she chimed in her heart.

The next scene had the window click open….

And Andrew holding the bunny out of it.

“WHHAAA!!!” Akko cried out, flailing around.

‘What the heck is wrong with this guy!!?! I was being cute! I was trying to help! Doesn’t he want a friend!?’

“I only saved your life for Frank’s sake. Don’t think you can get away anything now.” he pulled her back inside just as Ursula tried to reach out and grab her, but quickly retreated back behind the side of the window.

‘Darn it! So close!’ she pouted.

The rest of the day, Akko tried to get him to do something other than read, even pulling out a fake sword and pretending to duel it, but he just thought her a strange rabbit. She tried to pull on his pant leg’s to get him to play outside, before finally charging down the hall to get him to race after her.

Once outside, and dodging the persistent butler, the two fell on the nice smelling grass and breathed hard, before he looked to her, and smiled.

“You’re… just trouble.” he then laughed, “And you’re the strangest rabbit I’ve ever met!”

She smiled, seeing him enjoying life, before seeing Ursula gesture for her to come over to her in the rose bushes.

She frowned.

‘Oh… that’s right.’ she looked to Andrew.

Getting up, she hopped over to his cheek, and lightly kissed it.

“Huh?” he turned to her, seeing her smile and then close her eyes, tilting her head.

For a moment, he thought he saw Akko’s eyes, and her usual gesture. “A…Akko?”

She twitched.

‘’ she shook her head and then took off, freaking out.

“Bu-bu-ba-bu!” she called for Ursula, telling her to get her out of here.

Ursula quickly caught her up and took off, as Andrew ran after her, but only saw Ursula flying away.

“A.. witch?” he blinked his eyes, blushing a moment.

He then glared a bit, “Why are their always witches?!”

“Master Andrew! I think I found it! The white rabbit!”

Andrew turned around.

A poor rabbit had been spotted, before poofing away into a dust of magical smoke.

“OHH!!!” the old man almost had a heart attack, and fell backwards, fainting.

Andrew sweat dropped, and sighed.

“I hate magic.”

(Do you though..? Do you? lol hope you enjoyed it my friend :)

Rookie Season

Blindspot fanfic. Set somewhere in the time period between the end of Sandstorm and Jane taking up mountain climbing.

I have no idea what this is or where it came from. Welcome to my subconscious, sorry for the mess.

Jane got shot exactly 7 days after joining CIRG as a full Special Agent, and 10 days after graduating from Quantico.

Not that it really qualified as a bullet wound, she decided, eyeing the scratch on the outside of her left arm critically. 

The dock around her was a buzz of activity, now that the drug traffickers had been subdued and their FBI backup had finally shown up to haul the surviving members into custody.

“You okay?” asked Tasha, breathless after dashing across the dock to her side.

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live in | alfie solomons/reader

@thelandattheendofourtoesgoeson requested: Could I get a request for alfie where the reader is one of his maids cleans for him (basically goes round everyday and looks after his place cuz he’s a busy boii)?

You nodded to some of the familiar guys as you walked through the bakery, heading in the direction of Alfie’s office.

“Alright, Ollie?”

“Not too bad, yourself?”

“Yeah, can’t complain. Boss in?”

“At his desk”

“Thanks, honey”

You knocked on the glass of the door as you opened it a touch, leaning your head against the frame.


“What you doing here?”

“I would like to get paid, if that’s alright with you?”

“I left your packet on the desk like I always do”

“No, you didn’t”

“Fucking hell…”

He dropped his pen, scowling.

“Either that or the dogs got to it before I did”

“No…you’re right I bet it’s still in my bloody…” He stood and walked over to his coat, dipping his hands into pockets until he pulled out an envelope and turned to you with it raised.

“Sorry love”

“No, you’re fine”

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You’re Now Mine (Part 2)

Title: You’re Now Mine (Part 2)
Summary:  I’ve decided to continue the drabble request into a three part series considering the requests to write more of it! With a guest star from @klaineaholic in [[ ]].

“Fulfilling a request for @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “Could you do a drabble for the Persephone AU I don’t know If you’ve seen once upon a time but the episode 1x07 reminded me a lot of this story when the evil queen ripped out the huntsmen’s heart if you could do something like that it would be awesome. Thank you.” “
Words: 3,131
Warnings: DARK AF, Emotional/Mental abuse, Smut, NSFW gif
Author’s Notes: Okay, Castiel tag people, it’s *not* Castiel, but it’s Castiel’s vessel?

Masterpost || Persephone || Part 1 || Part 3

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