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Meant to Be - Part Thirteen: Love

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Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

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Word Count: 3205

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, bad child/parent relationship

Dedicated to: @lafilton @feral-tomcat-hamilton and @limpblotter for beta-ing!! <3

A/N: my New York geography makes NO SENSE I’m very sorry… also FLUFF (and then angst hehe)


To everyone’s relief, debate club was cancelled that evening. Thomas and Alex had been unsure of how to proceed; would they continue to fight each other, or learn to work together? And Laf and Herc were particularly concerned about how Alex would handle the presence of John and Aaron in the debate room. So, it was to everyone’s immense gratitude that Mr. Adams was absent and had forgotten to enlist a stand-in for their club.

Alex had been the first to show up at the room, and, upon reading the hastily scrawled note announcing its cancellation on the door, he decided to wait for Thomas to arrive.

When Thomas did show up, he approached his soulmate with confusion. “What’s going on?”

“Mr. Adams has gone AWOL,” Alex laughed, and Thomas grinned in relief, stepping toward his soulmate and putting his hands on his waist.

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Timed Prompt (15 min)

  • Prompt: Jongin is playing frisbee with his dog in the park until he throws it in one direction and hits a stranger in the head.  

“And here it goes, go get it Monggu,” Jongin smiles as he throws the frisbee in the air and it whips across the emerald lawn. They’ve been out on this mid summer day, enjoying the warm rays of the risen sun and the outdoorsy smell. Nature is his second name, and it would be a crime not to enjoy the lovely days of summer when such a great day as the one today presents itself.

To the park was Jongin’s first thought when he got off from work at his animal shelter. Now, in the late evening, it’s him and his dog playing around in the grass. Nothing makes him happier, more complete and content than spending time with his companion, his partner for life.

The small puppy trots back toward him with the topaz blue oval toy in his mouth. Jongin receives it, and shuffles his hand through the dog’s hair on his head. “Atta boy,” he praises, eyes crinkling and reflecting the gleaming sunlight. “Go catch it again,” Jongin jogs back preparing to put more force into his throw. Which he does, but to his dismay, that force is too much and not in the direction which he intends.

Smack.

Jongin’s eyes squints in mimicked pain when the frisbee slaps a stranger smack in the middle of the back of his head. The man turns around and bends down immediately as Jongin scurries toward him with worried steps and a stuttering tongue.

When he reaches the man, the stranger straightens, dusting off the toy in his palms. Jongin’s breath hitches when he catches sight of the man’s features, and he regrets hitting him in the head even more. Or should he? Because the guy is gorgeous and maybe he’s actually happy to have hit him.

“I-i’m so sorry, I was throwing it for my dog to catch and…” he bows, and when he raises his head, the man is adorning a smile. Even the cap shrouding the man’s features in a shadow doesn’t stop the radiance in his smile from showing.

“It’s okay man, accidents happen.” he hands the frisbee back to Jongin, who accepts it with rose tinted cheeks. “Cute dog there,” he says as Monggu circles around Jongin’s feet. The dog owner knows he’s losing it because he hadn’t even noticed Monggu anywhere near his toes.

“Haha,” he laughs awkwardly, “Thank you, you’re cute too,” slips from Jongin’s mouth and his eyes widen.

The man’s grin stretches further and he tilts his head, a flirtatious glint in his eyes, “Funny, I was thinking the same thing,” he says, and Jongin thinks he might collapse on the ground, “So, you got a name?”

“Jongin,” he brushes his nape.

“I’m Kyungsoo,” Kyungsoo reaches out to shake his hand, “Nice to meet you Jongin and your dog…” he points to the big oak tree a few feet away, “Is peeing over there,” Jongin snaps his head toward the tree and scurries over to Monggu, throwing a I’ll be right back over his shoulder. Kyungsoo chuckles.

HTTYD Western AU: Wild Spirits Prologue

His heart was wild,

But I didn’t want to catch it,

I wanted to run with it,

To set mine free.

Prologue

               My names Hiccup.

               Great name I know, and I honestly still don’t know how I was carted off with it. I suppose it could be because I’m one of the smallest wranglers in Berk, or that I was born early. I’ve never asked, although I suppose it would make a good question.

               My father is the great Stoick “the Vast” Haddock, one of the best and well-known sheriff’s in the country. He’s big, has got all the muscle, taller than most, can shoot any gun from any distance and still hit the target. He’s a man not to be reckoned with, and many outlaws have gone under his hand.

               Me? I’m his deputy. Well, that’s what I’m told. And even though I wear the little brass star on my chest, often time’s I hide it under my bandanna or pin it inside my shirt. It’s not like anyone listens to me anyways, and that little star has gotten me into more trouble then I care to explain. The title deputy isn’t really acknowledged by… anybody, it’s more of a statement that yes, I’m Hiccup, the failure of a son to Stoick Haddock.

               The title “Hiccup the Useless” is starting to pick up now, and I try to ignore it, but Samson “Snotlout” Jorgenson finds it some kind of joke, as do the twins, Tyler “Tuffnut” Thoroston and Rachel “Ruffnut” Thoroston. Fred “Fishlegs” Ingerman seems to be the calmer one out for the other teen wranglers my age. But he can afford to be shy, for he’s got the bulk to make up for it and a good shooting hand. He’s never been mean to me… exactly… but has definitely never stood up for me either.

               Then, there’s Astrid Hofferson, one of the best horse wranglers in Berk. Even though she’s just fifteen, she can still wrangle a wild mustang down with one hand tied behind her back. And gods, she’s one of the prettiest gals in town. She’s got this wild blonde hair that seems untamable, always tied back in a heavy braid although hair seems determined to escape it. She wears this old Stetson that I haven’t seen her go anywhere without, along with a leather beaded headband of some sort that overlapped her hair and forehead. Most of the time she wears leather leggings tucked inside worn cowboy boots, and even though I know she doesn’t do it to look good, she accidently makes herself even more attractive. Added with the tight blue tank top and leather vest, exposing her bare arms that had leather chords tied around the biceps- she’s a woman that all the teens in Berk are after.

               Even though she’s never out and out made fun of me, like the others, she’s never tried to stop the bullying either. But that gives me hope that perhaps she doesn’t truly hate me- at least not as much as the others do. Still, I don’t stand a chance. Who’s going to want Hiccup the Useless anyways? Not to mention I’m skinnier then a pole, and I’m shorter than her. Plus I’m a terrible shot.

               Most deputies out here can shoot fairly well- if not reward winners. Not me. I’ve been practicing with a gun since I was eight, and even now when I’m fifteen and sworn in as a deputy, I still can’t shoot straight to save my life. Dad’s tried to teach me, a long time ago, but after five tries and failures he gave up, and it was Gobber who took over the job.

               Gobber’s my Dad’s best friend and voice of reason, although to me he’s like another father… or more like the father I never had. He teases, sure, and he’s rough at times but Gobber knows when to stop. And he’s always been there for me, even in the hardest times when all my Dad and I seemed to do was fight. I even stayed over at his Blacksmith’s shop a couple of nights when I was too tired to go home, or just plain didn’t want to.

               I’ve worked with Gobber over the past three years in the forge, it distracts me. And many might think that me, as a deputy, would have many and beyond duties to tend to. Nope. I do not. My Dad just gave me the title deputy years ago, before I became a total nuisance Now I carry it just so he can call on my whenever he wishes without fighting me, for I’m his deputy, and I should listen to his rules no matter what- even if I find them petty and not exactly the jobs deputies should be doing. I’m more his delivery boy then anything, so I for the most part hang out at the forge and help Gobber with all the work there. It’s one place where I feel like I can actually do something right, like I stand a chance. I don’t goof up as much, I know how to handle myself in the forge. It’s my only refuge.

               I’m not allowed to go out and hunt outlaws, bandits, or cattle rustlers like my Father and the other “teens in training” do. I’m told to stay behind and “stay out of trouble”, and even though I’m the deputy and should be the one to watch the town, Spitelout, my Uncle, is put in charge of Berk while my Dad’s away.

               Yep, so is my life on Berk. Not too terrible, but definitely not great either. I have a feeling it won’t change any time soon either, so I try to do the best with it, the best that I can.

               It’s hard, yeah, and times get tough. But I’ll just try and push through and hope for the best.


               Hiccup stepped out onto the wooden deck of the porch, lifting a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight that skimmed shadows across the ground. The sun was barely peaking above the hills in the distance, and Hiccup could feel it in every bone in his body. Every part of him was screaming at him to go back to bed, to lie down and get some well needed rest. But he knew that if he ever wanted to get anything done- or even survive for that matter- he’d have to get his butt moving and head down to the forge.

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On the Importance of a Good Dog.

Requested by @halpdevon (enjoy)

A fire roared in the grate, the wind outside screeched; the branches of the trees tangled together and scratched at the glass in the windows, though Alexander was peaceful. There was a calmness that spread through their lodgings that night; well, it spread through Alexander, he thought it had something to do with the ball of fluff that was currently curled up on his lap. He was reading, or trying to read, Plutarch but the words were slipping past his eyes; without making any significant impression on him. The warmth from the fire seeped into his bones, and the wine he was sipping at spread more warmth through, he leaned his head back against the chair and sighed.

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the wolf is giving birth (ava/odin)

Something I’ve been writing on and off for a while. I’m uncertain if I was able to express this story in the way I wanted but I tried my best to be coherent. (just a heads up, this is a fairly long fic. I couldn’t stop myself from writing something just overflowing with corny sappiness. I also tried writing Magpie the best I could, even if we haven’t been properly introduced to her yet.) I hope everything reads clearly!

high school au, ava/odin

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She had hurt herself again.

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A Pirate’s Life for Me - Part 2

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

A/N: Loved pirate Robb, still loving pirate Robb, forever loving pirate Robb. Also, would you guys read if I wrote a story on here, like, with chapters and originals characters. It’s a fantasy story I’ve been tossing around in my brain for a while. I was gonna put it on Wattpad, but I have more followers on here so…. 

Prompt: Robb’s still fighting to run from his past while you sail closer and closer to yours. Along the way, the two of you continue to spend more time together. Trouble ensues when The Grey Wind comes across another pirate ship with a very familiar passenger on board. 

PART ONE 

In the middle of a garden, under the burning sun, you stood alone in a dress of red and gold. The feeling of fine silk tickled at the tips of your finger and you could have sworn this was all real. Suddenly, across the garden, the same silver-haired man from all your dreams stood before you with that same smile he always wore. This time around, his arm was bent out as something small was perched upon it like a hawk. It wasn’t a hawk though. Although nothing but a vague image, a small dragon was trotting across his arm. It was the color of your eyes, that same dark, haunting purple that led you into trouble so many times before. 

It let out a tiny squawk that was followed by a puff of smoke which made you smile. Testing the time you had, you tried to step forward with a hand extended out to touch the tiny creature. You got as close as a finger’s length before the dragon let out another attempt of a roar and suddenly it, and the man in front of you, had disappeared. 

It was a loud clap of thunder that jolted you from your sleep. For a moment, you had forgotten where you were until a shadowed figure sat upright from the floor next to you. Your jumbled brain started to rattle back into place when you realized you were back on the ship with Captain Stark on the floor.

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askshivanulegacy  asked:

“Come at me”

@askshivanulegacy

Send “Come at me” for my muse to throw something totally random at your muse. It can be anything! There are no limits!

Talyon + Blakk + at the beach (shhh, he’s a possible SIS Agent. that’s close right?)


The ball whizzed through the air and lightly smacked into the small human’s arm. He yelped, more from surprise than hurt, and spun around, glaring. He blinked as a small, stocky nexu charged him. He might have been more alarmed, but it had on a collar and was barely as tall as his knee. With a triumphant sound, the nexu seized the ball in its wide mouth. Multiple eyes blinked up at him and it made a gurgly mew before loping off.

Blakk blinked and then felt his cheeks warm as he watched the small animal trot back to a familiar Cathar. Well, familiar as of this morning. Around six foot tall with creamy-white fur spotted with light red-gold spots and stripes, the Cathar was wearing nothing but a pair of low shorts that showed a white-tipped, red-striped tail as he sauntered toward the other. The thick, cotton-candy-like mass of mane was unmistakable, like a halo of fire around his feline features. Blue eyes brightened as he sauntered closer.

“Sorry about that,” the Cathar said, showing sharp teeth in an easy grin. “Nice to see you again, neighbor.”

“I– Um…no problem,” Blakk sputtered, face heating as he tried to keep his gaze on the other’s features and not the fascinating spots and the muscles moving under the short, sleek fur.

“You ran off so fast I didn’t get a chance to give a name,” the Cathar hummed, offering a clawed hand with red stripes over the wrists but white fingers. “I’m Talyon.”

“I– Um–” the dark-skinned human swallowed and cleared his throat to steady his voice. “Zakk,” he offered, taking the hand and giving it a firm shake.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Talyon said, blue eyes dancing as he looked down at the shorter man.

Life in the Pack

First Part now up! 

Part 1

Would anyone be interested in a possible Fanfiction? Sorry for grammar, I would love some feed back. 


Kakashi thought that she looked so peaceful lying there with Bisuke and Ūhei curled around her protectively. Her pink locks swirled around her face and over her arms, which were brought up beside her head, as she laid on her side. She had let her hair grow since he last saw her.

As Kakashi stepped into the room clutching his side tenderly he made sure to avoid the other ninken littering the floor around the bed. He had sent the dogs to go live with Sakura while he was away on his diplomatic mission, they always preferred her company while he was gone and he knew that Sakura would care for them far better than Naruto. At least she gave the boys the correct food and not just ramen. If Kakashi was perfectly honest it had got to the point were he basically shared the dogs with the pink haired ninja anyway. They often visited Sakura of their own accord as they knew they would be supplied with belly rubs and treats.

“Boss. You’re back.” A gruff voice from behind Kakashi had him whirling around mid-step over Bull.

Pakkun had appeared in the door way, water dripping from his mouth. He had obviously gone to get a drink from the bowl Sakura always had in her kitchen for the dogs. Kakashi didn’t say anything just simply nodded and watched as the small pug trotted between the other dogs over to Sakura’s bed only to leap up onto it. Pukkun climbed over Ūhei and settled in the space next to Sakura’s stomach. The small dog gave a final look at the silver haired man then closed his eyes and let his head rest on the bed. In doing so the water from his mouth transferred onto the crisp cream sheets darkening them.

“I don’t think Sakura would be happy with you drooling on her bed.” Kakashi said with a sigh.

Pakkun opened a lazy eye at the man and sniffed the air. “I don’t think Sakura would be happy with you bleeding all over her bedroom floor.”

Kakashi looked down to his right side and pulled his hand slowly away from his waist. Blood marred his pale hand and continued to seep slowly from the deep wound. The ninja sighed again. “I suppose you are right.”

Kakashi then continued his journey climbing over Bull towards Sakura. Seeing his friend make his way over to the bed Pakkun got up and padded towards the pinkette’s head and then nudged her cheek gently with his small, slightly damp nose. “Little lady… little lady wake up. You have a visitor. Looks like he got himself hurt again.”

Sakura moved slightly and started to wake, pulling her arms up above her head to stretch. With all the movement in the room the other ninken started to return to conciseness and upon realising that Kakashi was home he received several lazy tail wags, to which he smiled in return.

By the time Kakashi had made it to the edge of the low bed Sakura had half sat up and was looking at the man with bleary and confused eyes from behind the pink hair that had fallen into her face.

“-Kashi?” Sakura spoke quietly as she rubbed a fist over her eyes. “You’re back?”

Life in the Pack - Part 1

Part 2 is now up!

[Part 2]

Here is part 1 of my fanfiction, I am going to make a real effort to actually finish this but the updates are not going to be regular :( Thank you for reading and any feedback would be awesome!! (Approx 6200 words)


Kakashi thought that she looked so peaceful lying there with Bisuke and Ūhei curled around her protectively. Her pink locks swirled around her face and over her arms, which were brought up beside her head, as she laid on her side. She had let her hair grow since he last saw her.

As Kakashi stepped into the room clutching his side tenderly he made sure to avoid the other ninken littering the floor around the bed. He had sent the dogs to go live with Sakura while he was away on his diplomatic mission, they always preferred her company while he was gone and he knew that Sakura would care for them far better than Naruto. At least she gave the boys the correct food and not just ramen. If Kakashi was perfectly honest it had got to the point where he basically shared the dogs with the pink haired ninja anyway. They often visited Sakura of their own accord as they knew they would be supplied with belly rubs and treats.

“Boss. You’re back.” A gruff voice from behind Kakashi had him whirling around mid-step over Bull.

Pakkun had appeared in the door way, water dripping from his mouth. He had obviously gone to get a drink from the bowl Sakura always had in her kitchen for the dogs. Kakashi didn’t say anything just simply nodded and watched as the small pug trotted between the other dogs over to Sakura’s bed only to leap up onto it. Pukkun climbed over Ūhei and settled in the space next to Sakura’s stomach. The small dog gave a final look at the silver haired man then closed his eyes and let his head rest on the bed. In doing so the water from his mouth transferred onto the crisp cream sheets darkening them.

“I don’t think Sakura would be happy with you drooling on her bed.” Kakashi said with a sigh.

Pakkun opened a lazy eye at the man and sniffed the air. “I don’t think Sakura would be happy with you bleeding all over her bedroom floor.”

Kakashi looked down to his right side and pulled his hand slowly away from his waist. Blood marred his pale hand and continued to seep slowly from the deep wound. The jounin sighed again. “I suppose you are right.”

Kakashi then continued his journey over Bull towards Sakura. Seeing his friend make his way over to the bed Pakkun got up and padded towards the pinkette’s head he then nudged her cheek gently with his small slightly damp nose. “Little lady… little lady wake up. You have a visitor. Looks like he got himself hurt again.”

Sakura moved slightly and started to wake, pulling her arms up above her head to stretch. With all the movement in the room the other ninken started to return to conciseness. Upon realising that Kakashi was home he recived several lazy tail wags, to which he smiled in return.

By the time Kakashi had made it to the edge of the low bed Sakura had half sat up and was looking at the man with bleary and confused eyes from behind the pink hair that had fallen into her face.

“-Kashi?” Sakura spoke quietly as she rubbed a fist over her eyes. “You’re back?”

“Looks like I am.” Kakashi replied with a smirk under his mask. “By the way I thought I taught you how to be a good ninja. I snuck all the way into your bedroom without you waking up.”

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“Butter”

Type: LuciferxReader
Style: Third person

“Hello! I just spent some time scrolling through your account and I love it! I have a one shot request if you don’t mind. Can you do one where lucifer somehow gets turned into a horse and won’t let anyone ride him until reader comes along and he takes her to like a field or something and she ends up falling asleep and when she wakes up he’s human again and in his arms. Sorry if it’s to detailed!”  - supernatural-fandomassbutt

It has been 2 months since Lucifer has been stuck this way. He runs up a hill with his four strong legs and he huffs as he comes to a stop. He glares down at the large brown fence at the bottom of the hill, he’s been trying to get over it since he was caught by a few humans living on a nice ranch. He’s been treated well here with kindness, but every time someone tries to ride him he just runs away. Although, he likes to tease a little and let the nice people on sometimes, but buck them off right away or just lie down and wait til he bores them out.

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kidrevenger01  asked:

Trail didn't have any expectations when he fell, thankfully only from a small distance. He trotted into the small town that looked like it was held up by tape and dreams, looking at the condition of things. He shielded his eyes from a whip of dust, trotting in and drawing unusual looks as the only wanderer to come in wearing only a dusty saddlebag.

Breeze was wondering through the wastes looking for somewhere to crash for the night. She comes across a small building that looked as if it could have been a storage, she looks around the area for a few minutes then goes to it and sets her stuff down.

“Time for some sleep.” She says to herself. She lays down on a small patch of soft dirt, using her saddle bag as a pillow.

thegreathal-9000  asked:

A small boy trotted over to Frank. He had dark black hair and bright red eyes. "Hello." He gretted looking up at the taller man.

“Oh. Uh— hello.” Frank said, caught off guard.

He quickly recomposed himself and smiled at the child, “Nice to meet you; I’m Frank. And you are?”

Drinkers of the Wind (Centaurstuck, Johnkat, PG)

For thepioden and pinkstarpirater (they started it). Based on: this & this

“Hi, Karkat!”

Just as he turns to face you, you trip over a root and nearly faceplant at his feet. Instead of, you know- reaching out to steady you- he leaps nimbly aside. You go down on one knee like a total tool. Way to go John, best entrance right there. Well done.

“Right,” Karkat goes lifting both brows, crossing his arms. “You sure you want to do this? Or should we review walking for uncoordinated imbeciles one-oh-one again?”

Scrambling upright, you do a full body shake, brush some grass from your knee. “No, what? No, I’m fine, see?”

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I Ate The Sheriff

Detinos hung from a  small sign in the parking lot for Lakefront Trail. She liked strolling along to water’s edge on nights that she wasn’t hunting but, of course, people had to fuck that up for her too.

Bats were far less noticeable than dogs, especially at night, she she sat until she saw DB’s car squeal into the parking lot. As he got out of the vehicle she flew to the ground and transformed.

She gave a small yip as she trotted over to him, pleased to have solved her animal control woes.

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