AAAhhhhh :’D I finally finished them! I would like to apologize and say thanks to everyone who liked and commented on the tags in the Damen WiP X’D I hope it was worth the wait! :’D Captive Prince deserves all the love ♥ ♥ ♥
icarus burned fast,
but not fast enough for the gods.
(apollo, later, screaming
YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HIM BUT YOU JUST STOOD THERE)
they had time to think, to deliberate,
as icarus fell in slow motion;
“if we save him he’ll become arrogant,
‘the first man to fly,’ he’ll say.
no man should fly.”
“but it could bring forth inventors,
a genius to help the humans-”
“they will come to it in their own time.
it is still too early now.”
artemis kept her lips sealed, knowing.
(apollo, later, accusing
WHY DID YOU SAY NOTHING WITH YOUR HELP THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN OUTNUMBERED YOU MURDERED HIM)
“let him fall.”
and the slow motion stopped.
and time sped up
and icarus slapped the oceans surface,
still burning, barely a ripple
disturbing the mirror-stillness.
(apollo, later, sobbing
IT’S MY FAULT I WANTED HIM TOO MUCH I KILLED HIM IT WAS ME IT WAS ME IT WAS ME)
wow… it’s been 13 years. where do i even begin to say how proud i am of how far dbsk has come? as changmin once said (i paraphrase, since i can’t find the exact interview) that being together for 10 (and more) years was an accomplishment by itself, regardless of the number of fans they had or the number of awards they had won. that the fact that they could make people happy around the world was rewarding in itself, and their long journey was fulfilling in itself.
honestly, this gifset is not enough to encompass all that you have done. whether one considers the numbers above small or big, according to me, you have accomplished so much more than just your awards and milestones. i think you have shown your fans the true meaning of working hard and not giving up, no matter how many obstacles fall your way. from the start, you’ve had a tough journey and yet you’ve persevered. being broke, having sasaengs, having anti-fans, having practically no audience in a foreign country, being lonely in a foreign country, broadcasting at the weirdest timings, having an insane schedule, splitting up, dealing with more anti-fans, almost not returning as a duo, losing huge amounts of fans, amongst so many other things. and yet, all of you have come out stronger and better.
even with those difficulties, you have strived to show the best of you to us, and there has hardly been a moment you have not made us proud. so, be it as five or two, thank you for carrying the name of ‘dong bang shin ki’ far and wide across the world. thank you being such a huge part of what k-pop is today, and thank you for giving your 110% all the time, even though you know you don’t have to. thank you for everything in the past 13 years, and here’s to many more to come.
Castiel was a gentle lover, to a fault really, clearly terrified of hurting Dean. He supposed it was hardly surprising, with the strength of an angel all it would take was one moment of carelessness and he could destroy Dean. After all, before Dean, Cas had never had sex while in possession of his grace. Dean bore it out for as long as he could, but soon he couldn’t take it. Every kind word and soft caress sent agonising shards of guilt radiating through him, far worse than anything he had experienced in hell. He didn’t deserve this, couldn’t.
“Cas?” Dean spoke into the sheets as Cas softly topped him from behind.
“Can we…” Dean trailed off, he couldn’t say it out loud, couldn’t vocalise something as personal as this.
“Can we what? What do you want?” Cas walked around the bed to where he lay, kneeling down so his face was level with Dean’s, concern creasing those beautiful features. Dean sat up slightly.
“I just… It just…” He couldn’t find the words.
Cas reached a hand out to stroke Dean’s cheek, no doubt feeling the tension in his jaw, seeing the fear of rejection in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Dean looked down, scared that Cas would read his thoughts, and be scared away. Cas leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Dean’s lips. “You know you can tell me anything.” He said quietly, eyes conveying the heartfelt conviction of his words, the honesty of an angel.
“You’re being…Too nice to me.” Dean looked directly at him with those last words. Too late to turn back now.
He could see confusion cloud Castiel’s expression, he wondered if the angel would even have the human knowledge to understand his meaning, then it cleared.
“I don’t have to be.”
With that, he slammed Dean back down on the mattress, holding him down with a firm hand pressed into the small of his back as he moved to straddle him. He thrust into Dean, hard enough for the headboard to crash against the wall.
Dean cried out. He felt Castiel falter for a moment, lessening the pressure on his back with the hint of a question. Dean nodded his head a fraction of an inch, and that was all the confirmation Cas needed. He resumed fucking Dean, each thrust somehow harder than the last, reaching depths Dean didn’t know he had.
Dean grabbed the sheets, fists curling around the material in an attempt to ground himself. Cas noticed his movements, then in a single smooth motion, pulled his arms away from the bedspread and pinned them to his lower back, effortlessly holding them there with one hand as the other grabbed a fistful of hair and shoved his face down hard into the mattress.
Dean shook as an orgasm was wrenched from his soul, his hips violently bucking beneath Castiel’s punishing weight. Castiel’s own orgasm following close behind.
Cas collapsed on top of Dean, releasing his hands and his hair as he did so. Dean just lay there as Cas planted tender kisses across his shoulders and the back of his neck. It was only when he moved up to kiss his cheek that Cas realised he was crying, tears streaming down his face and soaking the mattress below, his shoulders starting to shake from the silent sobs. Cas hurriedly rolled him onto his side, horrified that he had caused such pain in the man he loved so much.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The words rushed out, the panic increasing as Dean only seemed to cry harder, his sobs vocal now. “Dean I-”
“Thank you.” Dean spoke hoarsely, the tears not letting up despite his words. Cas was utterly confused.
“I can heal you if you’re hurt, let me-” he reached out a hand to heal whatever damage he had done, but Dean took hold of his wrist and gently moved it away.
“I’m not hurt Cas. I’m… I’m great. I just… I’d needed that for so long…” The tears that had begun to let up flowed down his cheeks once again. Dean turned his face away, feeling shame redden his face as his senses returned. Cas sat back down beside him, pulling him up with the lightest of touches, then brought his face to his and kissed the tears away. Dean leant into the angel’s touch and kissed him softly, slowly, and completely honestly.
“Thank you.” Cas murmured against his lips, his voice deep and emotional.
“What for?” Dean asked, feeling that he should be the one doing the thanking.
“For letting me see you, the real you.”
Dean responded with a deep kiss, not knowing the words to describe all that he felt in that moment, he didn’t need to. Castiel knew all he wanted to say. He let out a blissful sigh, and lay down to rest in the warmth of his angel’s arms, at complete peace for the first time.
“He what?” I asked Ashton, not believing a single word of what I was hearing. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner. Luke snuck Arzaylea on the bus countless numbers of times during the last few weeks of tour and it’s been eating me alive hiding that from you. You deserve so much better.” He told me with sympathy and I could feel the tears instantly streaming down my face.
Normally, I wouldn’t believe anything until I talked to Luke about it first, but Ashton was one of my best friends and I knew that he would never lie to me. I sat there and repeated the words he just told me in my head, and there was a sudden knock at the door.
“Well, thank you for being honest. I appreciate it, but I better let you go. Somebody’s here.” I told him. “Stay strong Y/N, I’m always here for you. Just remember that you deserve better than that dirty scumbag.” He told me.
A/N: This wasn’t requested but the ideas have been in my mind for a while so hey why not
The lil bean was a nervous wreck omg
He’s going to ask you to be married to him for the rest of your lives that’s a lot of pressure
“Zen, I need help I’ve never proposed before”
“Of course you haven’t, idiot”
He’s trying so hard to come up with a really cute way to propose
But all the ideas he comes up with aren’t good enough
He asks literally everyone in the RFA and almost spills to you in the process oops
Jaehee knocks some sense into him saying that no matter how he does it, you would say yes
Yoosung gains a lot more confidence after that and immediately knows what to do
He decides to go for the traditional proposal at dinner instead of going all out
You go out to a really nice restaurant for dinner and you can tell something’s off with him
HE ENDS UP CHICKENING OUT AT THE RESTAURANT LOL
When you’re both chilling in his house, you ask him what’s wrong
Immediately starts stuttering like crazy
Eventually, he takes a deep breath and just goes for it
“MC… Ever since you came into my life, you’ve been nothing but kind and understanding towards me even if we were strangers. I found myself falling for you fast and I knew I wanted to protect you and make you happy. I still feel that way. These past couple years have been nothing short of wonderful and I hope you think so, too. And I hope that we could have a lot more years like them in the future. So…”
At this point you’re both tearing up but he gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring with a shaky hand
“Will you marry me, MC?
You know how he is
Obviously he’s going to want to make the most romantic proposal in the entire world
He’s got this super extravagant plan in his mind and it’s going to be perfect
Until it isn’t lol
He took you out to a romantic picnic at your favorite park
We’re talking candles-everywhere-as-the-sun-sets-while-feeding-each-other-chocolate-covered-strawberries kind of romantic
He cooked the food himself
Since you love to hear him sing, he serenades your favorite song to you
Everything is going just fine until the nerves start kicking in
The plan was to propose after the song but you’re giving him this really sweet and loving look and he loses all composure
He starts blushing and his breathing is uneven and his palms are sweaty
knees weak arms are heavy
You realize he’s struggling to say something you encourage him while waiting patiently
He takes your hands in his to calm himself down a little
“I want you to know how much I love you. I absolutely love everything about you. Like the way your nose crinkles when you laugh or how you nag me to take a break if I work too hard and how you sing to yourself whenever you cook or how you snore a little bit when you sleep haha… I love how supportive you are. No matter how tough the situation is, you’ve always defended me and stayed by my side. But most importantly, I would love it if you would continue to stay by my side.”
You watch as he gets down on one knee, a shy smile on his face as he pulls out the ring
“How about it, MC? Will you marry me and stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”
Cool and calculated on the outside, a Hot Mess™ on the inside
She does a really good job at keeping the proposal a secret from you but as they day looms closer, she becomes a nervous wreck
She starts messing up customer’s orders, drops a plate or two, ya know
You’re worried about her but when you ask about it, she quickly brushes it off
This isn’t normally like her so you know it’s something bad
At the end of the work day, you suggest that she relax a little bit before you two start closing
She agrees but goes to the back of the kitchen to get some food for you two
When she brings out a slice of cake for you to share, you ask her what’s wrong
She fidgets with her sleeve as her eyes fixate on the cake that you’re in the middle of eating, avoiding to look you in the eyes
“There’s nothing wrong, I promise. It’s just… I really love you, MC. More than you know. You’ve helped realize that I need to follow my own dreams and take more risks instead of taking it safe.” She looks around the shop. “I mean, you helped me open up my own coffee shop! But one thing you helped me most on is love. Because of you, I took a chance and fell in love. With you. You not only helped me achieve my dream of owning my own cafe but also my dream of finding someone who could love me.”
You watch as she looks back down at the cake you’ve forgotten about
As you look down, you can see a shining diamond hidden in the pastry
“Can you help me achieve one more dream and marry me?”
pretend the good ending of his route doesn’t exist lol
This man wanted the best and only the best for you
But he knew you preferred the simpler things in life
so he decided to cancel the raining rose petals and doves lol
Instead, he decided to take you out to your favorite restaurant for dinner
But obviously he made sure you had the entire restaurant to yourselves
He’s a little nervous but not so much because come on
He wouldn’t propose unless he knew for a fact that you would say yes
So dinner goes by without a problem and you two are just enjoying the quiet company of each other
But when the waiters bring out dessert, he gets a little fidgety
When you ask him if he’s okay, he takes a deep breath and starts the speech he prepared ahead of time
“I want you to know how grateful I am that you are in my life. You are so patient and understanding with me. I was so… isolated before I met you. But you’ve taught me to accept my own emotions and learn to love. I love you, MC, with all my heart.”
Jumin moves to stand up and kneel down next to you, pulling out a velvet box and revealing the ring inside
“All I want to do is to make you happy. You deserve the best life possible and I’ll do anything to ensure that. But will you give me the best life by becoming my wife?”
this is gonna be chandler and monica style from friends get ready
It’s been a while since the whole Mint Eye thing and Seven had been thinking of proposing to you
But he’s Seven so he’s really scared that you won’t say yes since he believes he still isn’t good enough for you
You knew that he wanted to marry you and why he was so hesitant so you decided to break tradition
When Seven came home from running errands, he found you in the living room surrounded by candles and looking really nervous
He sat down next to you on the couch and noticed you were tearing up
Seven goes into PANIC MODE
He starts to ask questions and see if you’re hurt or if he did something or what but you shut him up
“I want you to know how much I love you. I know you’re afraid of this whole “love and relationship” thing but I want you to know that I love you more than anything else. To prove to you that I will never leave you…”
You start pulling out the ring you bought for him but at this point you’re full on sobbing and shaking you can’t speak
This boi is tearing up but he gets the idea and helps you out a bit
hE PULLS OUT THE RING HE LITERALLY JUST BOUGHT NOT EVEN HALF AN HOUR AGO
“I knew I wanted to marry you since you stuck by my side even after going to the Mint Eye. You’ve made me become a better man in more ways than I can count. I’m sorry it took me so long and made you wait, but I love you, too.”
He looks you in the eyes as you both take a deep breath before saying at the same time:
“Will you marry me?”
V wanted to be creative with his proposal but nothing too extravagant
So he decided to make it a little sentimental instead by using his photography skills in the process
You were out with some friends so he asked Jumin for some help with the set up to which he gladly agreed
When you got home, you found a photo taped to the front of the door of you and all the other RFA members
Below it was a note saying “The first party and first time we met.”
You smiled as you took the photo down and saw more taped along the hallway
Each had notes underneath life “Our first date.” or “Taken after we said our first ‘I love you’s’” or “First time I ever saw you.” or “The day you moved in.”
The photos led to the backyard and when you went outside, you saw V standing in the middle with a big smile on his face and you walk over to him
Before you can ask him what all the fuss was about, he kneels and begins speaking
“You are truly a blessing in life. In my life. You are so patient and kind and understanding and generous without asking for anything in return. I wanted to show you how much I love you and somehow give back for all the kindness you’ve given me. All the photos you have are from moments I hold close to my heart. I hope that we have more photos to take in the future.”
You watch him pull out the ring as you hear a snap and see Seven off to the side with a camera
“MC, will you marry me and make more memories with me?”
You had been together for years and it was a slow and steady relationship
Sure you wanted to marry him but you didn’t mind waiting and giving him time considering everything that he’s been through
He wants you to be by his side since you’re the only one that really understands him
You’re both cuddling on the couch and watching a movie like any other day
It was your turn to pick the movie so you choose this romance movie Jaehee recommended
it’s not a zen movie *gasp*
At some point, the two main characters get married and you don’t think much of it
Saeran, however, has got that scene stuck in his mind
Once the movie ends, he asks you if you liked it
When you say yes, he just nods quietly and bites his lip
You know that’s a nervous tick of his but you don’t want to press him if he doesn’t want to share
You’re about to get up to get food when you hear him mutter something
It was so quiet so you ask him to repeat it
“Let’s get married.”
He’s looking at you straight in the eye and you know that he’s completely serious about this
You can’t help the grin on your face as you give him a kiss
Okay so... you said to bring more Langst prompts so... This kinda has Klance in it so plz don't hate, you don't have to put that in if you don't want to. So, Lance stays up late, he has been for quite a while. Lance cries about his insecurities so he doesn't get much sleep, sometimes none at all. It's been affecting his health and he starts having hallucinations of his family. He's usually late for training and eating. Keith gets angry and goes to scold Lance, only to find him screaming names.
I relate to this more than I should tbh
Lance washed off his facemask, not even surprised that it did nothing against the dark circles that hung beneath his eyes. He was tired. He had been for the past week? Maybe month now. He lost track.
Lance rubbed his eyes and started to get ready, only half assing his morning routine. He didn’t even register the comb through his hair, or putting his green jacket on. His mind was occupied.
Why do I keep thinking about them? It was bad enough when I couldn’t see them anymore but now I see them everywhere. Lance attempted to push his family out of his mind. He loved them to death but he knew he needed to focus and not worry the team.
Lance pushed the goo around his plate as he watch Allura speak, barely listening. Man am I tired.
“Lance!” Allura slightly slammed her hand down on the table, causing the boy to jump and everyone to stare at him. “You need to focus. We have to make sure training goes perfectly today since we will be losing time creating alliances the rest of the week.”
“Of course princess. Sorry I’m just really tired today.” Lance stifled a yawn.
Allura stared at him for a few more seconds before sighing. “Training deck in 15.” She glided out of the room.
Lance sprinted into the training deck, he knew he was late.
“Lance, you’re late!” Coran said like it was the happiest thing in the world. Did anything bother him?
“Sorry, I was….distracted.” Lance gave the team a wide grin and a forced laugh. When he saw that no one questioned him he exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Lance couldn’t tell the team the real reason he was late. He actually thought he saw his sister, ON THE CASTLE!! He saw her but no matter how fast he ran he never caught up to her.
Allura enter the training deck. “Good we’re all here. Let’s begin.
They were split into groups. Pidge with Hunk, Shiro with Allura, and of course Keith with Lance.
Lance seemed to be the only one struggling with hand to hand combat. He wanted to say it was because he never used he hands, however Hunk was doing just fine and he had a bigger gun than Lance.
Lance tried to give Keith a run for his money but he was tired. His head was pounding and he kept getting lightheaded. His vision would sometimes get blurry and he could barely stand at moments.
Needless to say, Lance was a very easy opponent for Keith. Keith would put him down in about 10 ticks every time. Lance could barely keep up, let alone keep standing up.
Lance could feel the annoyance radiating off Keith, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted to go to bed.
After what felt like years Allura said that they were done. Lance listen to Shiro tell him what he needed to work on and he dragged himself back to his room.
Lance barely got his armor off before he fell on his bed and passed out.
Keith stomped towards Lance’s room, he was already pissed from training today. Lance didn’t even try to fight him, he was like a rag doll. Now Lance missed dinner? What was up with him recently.
Keith stopped in front of Lance’s door, inhaled and knocked.
No response. Come on Lance, I’m not in the mood for games.
Keith knocked louder. Still nothing.
Keith was about to walk away, just because he was mad he still respected people’s privacy.
Keith started to turn from the door when he heard something. Was that a whimper? Keith put his ear up to the door and listened. Yeah, those are definitely whimpers…..I’m sorry Lance. Keith opened the door.
Keith stood outside the door and stared into the room. He saw Lance on his bed, thrashing around and whimpering.
Keith stared wide eyed for a moment, then he walked towards Lance, making sure the door closed behind him. He stood a few inches away from Lance, his hands almost touching him.
Lance looked horrible. He was shaking, and sweating. He was whimpering and saying names? Keith didn’t recognize any of the names. However he did recognize “Mama”.
It didn’t take Keith long to figure out that Lance was talking about his family. He couldn’t watch it anymore, Keith reluctantly reached forwards and shook Lance. “Lance!”
Lance flung his eyes opened and bolted forward nearly smacking into Keith in the process.
Lance looked at keith and scurried to the opposite side of the bed and hugged his legs. “He-hey Keith. Time for dinner?”
Keith nodded and continued to stare at Lance. “Lance is everything alright?” Keith wanted to hug him, strange right, but he decided to stay where he was.
“Yeah, of course! Just a dream.” Lance tried to laugh ot off but his voice was raw.
“Lance, that wasn’t a dream. You can talk to me.” Keith sat on the edge of the bed hoping to calm Lance down.
Lance continued to stare at Keith, his breaths were coming fast and his shirt was soaked in sweat. Keith wouldn’t judge him…right? “I miss my family.” Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat.
“Well that’s okay we all miss someone from Earth.” Lance responded by shaking his head.
“No like this is different from usual. I’m seeing them, I saw my sister in the castle. Keith I’m losing it aren’t I?” Keith stared at Lance even more.
He was hallucinating, okay. “Lance I think you’re just tired.” Keith was trying to find and answer for Lance.
“I can’t. I only slept because of how tired I was. Everytime I sleep I see my family. They’re disappointed in them, I left Earth and didn’t tell them. I never want to make my mama cry but every time I dream, she cries.” Lance’s breathing started to pick up. “And when I don’t sleep my brain is occupied with everything I do wrong. I’m a failed pilot. I’m a failed teammate. I’m a failed friend. I can’t do anything right.” Lance fought back tears as his voice wavered.
Keith wasn’t sure what part got him but he crawled across the bed and hugged Lance as tight as he could. He slowly felt his shoulder become wet and shaky arms wrap around him.
“Lance your parents are not disappointed in you. You’re not a failure. You just need to cope and get help. There is no shame in it. You can talk to me whenever you need.”
Lance tried not to shake but he started to tremble all over as he sobbed on Keith’s shoulder. “Thank you Keith.”
Roughly 2 months had passed and Lance started to sleep better. He brain stopped voicing his insecurities and he saw less of his family. He trained better, and he pilots Blue better than ever. He did it because of one thing. Every night he would sleep next to a certain Red paladin and every time Lance had an issue, he was right there to help.
I am terrible sorry this took so long.
I love this idea! Also never apologize for Klance, it’s my life.
“They’re in the barn. Let’s go,” Sam said quickly.
With one last sad look at Wally, you turned around, following the boys down the road to the barn. Your heart was pounding; you had no idea what you had gotten into, and you were worried about Cas. Mary said it wasn’t good, and you didn’t know what you were going to do if…
REQUESTED: IT TOOK A BIT LONG BUT AS PROMISED HERE IT IS! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. AND TO ANYONE WHO REQUESTED: I AM WORKING ON ALL YOUR REQUESTS BEFORE I WRITE SOMETHING OF MY OWN. SO JUST BE A LITTLE BIT PATIENT I STILL HAVE TEN? I THINK REQUEST ON THE LIST.
Hello! I love your Klaus one shots and was wondering if you would take my request? The reader was once married to Klaus but she fakes her death and leaves the Mikaelson’s when she finds out that Dahlia is comming after her child. Centuries later she runs into them in New Orleans. She also only refers to him as “Nik”.
then I asked
Hey, I have a question. In your request. When the reader leaves does she take their daughter with her or no?
Then she/he said
She takes her daughter with her and makes sure that she has a normal human life (as normal as having an immortal non-aging mother could be) so when she returns centuries later the daughter has long since died.
And then I felt as i was stupid for some reason.
You’re a vampire, have
been one for a long time. You’ve met Niklaus long before you turned, you met
him when you were in high school. A few years of dating and being love, he
proposed. You weren’t a vampire then and he didn’t want to turn you into one,
unless he desperately needed to. And you never had to turn, even if you were surrounded
by the supernatural. He was always there to protect you, not long after you got
married, you got pregnant. Klaus having broken the curse was able to procreate
and you being a human also meant that you could procreate. It came as surprise
to both of you, but you were beyond happy. You were having a child with the man
you love, what more could you need?
You gave birth to a
beautiful daughter, after you gave birth Niklaus changed you. You became a
vampire. A happy one. Your daughter was a beautiful mix of both Klaus and
yourself. She was the jewel of the family. Everyone loved and adored her.
But as always being a
Mikaelson meant not everything lasts forever. Happiness is included. A few
months after you gave birth to your daughter, (y/d/n). Dahlia came into the equation
threatening the lives of everyone and threatening to take your daughter from you.
You knew that there was no way Klaus would be able to protect the both of you,
so you did the only thing you knew you could do. That is to fake your death. You
faked your and your daughter’s death and fled the city, leaving no trace of you
or her being alive. Your daughter grew as a normal girl, well as normal as
having an immortal mother that is. She understood what you were and as she had
more wolf and human in her than a vampire, she grew and never stopped growing
and eventually she dies. You mourned her for a long time, but never once did
you return to your husband and his family.
A few centuries later,
you found yourself wondering around New Orleans. You heard about a part in the
French Quarter you and one of our friends were going to. It was close to seven
when you arrived at a house called the Abattoir.
“This place is
amazing.” You nodded your head in agreement. “Maybe you can find someone
“(Y/F/N) you know I don’t
want to be in a relationship.” You sighed, even though she knows about you and
Klaus, she still insists that you should move on and fined another guy.
“(Y/n) you have to move
on, I mean what are the chances of you two meeting again?” You just shook your
head and mumbled ‘I’m going to the bar.’ Before you left her. You easily found the
makeshift bar, and ordered a martini (A/N I’m almost 18 I’ve never drank alcohol
before so I don’t know if it’s good.). You leaned on the bar as you waited for
“What is a lovely girl
as yourself doing here all alone, love?” You heard a familiar voice say from
behind you, it sent shivers down your spine, if he was here that means… you
shook your head, and decided to just ignore him. “Oh playing hard to get are
we?” you moved your hair so it was covering your face. But unintentionally you
showed him your left hand, where your wedding ring still sits. “Where did you
Kol said harshly as he took your hand and pulled you so you were
facing him, his eyes went wide his mouth dropped. You looked at him scared and
nervous. Kol looked around for a second, before he vamp speed you both into an abandoned
Kol stated pacing back
and force, you fidget with your hands not knowing what to say.
“Kol.” You said with a
shaky voice. Kol stopped pacing and looked at you, he looked betrayed. If he
looked like that you couldn’t even begin to think what Klaus would look like.
“How? How are you
alive?” He asked you frowning. “We all saw your body and-and (Y/D/N)’s as well.”
“I faked it.” You whispered
knowing that he heard you clearly with his vampire hearing.
“You faked it?”
He laughed dryly. “Why the hell would you do that?”
“Because it was the
only way to give (y/d/n) her best chance.” You said tearing up. “Dahlia was planning
on taking her and killing everyone to do so, I couldn’t make my daughter live a
life where she is enslaved.”
“We could’ve stopped
her.” Kol said calmly.
“And then what? This family
has more enemies than anyone else on this planet.”
“Klaus will be mad
when he finds out.”
“Is-is he here?” You said
stuttering a bit and once again playing with your hands.
“Yes, he is.” Kol said
kindly once he saw how scared you were. “He’ll be mad for a while but he’ll get
over it, he loves you too much to be mad at you for long.”
“Kol, what are you-“ You
both turned to the door way to see Rebekah who was just as shocked to see you as
Kol. “Oh god (y/n)?”
You gave her a small smile
and a nod, in a second she was hugging you tightly.
“I- we thought you
were dead.” She said still hugging you.
“I-I faked it.” And
you told her what you told Kol.
“I have an idea.” She
said and disappeared from the room. A few minutes later the music outside died
down and you hear Rebekah say. “I’m so sorry everyone, but I’m going to have to
ask you to leave, we have a family emergency that need our attention immediately.
So if you could all kindly leave, that would be great.”
You closed your eyes,
knowing what was coming, in under fifteen minutes the place was empty, only the
Mikaelson and yourself still in the house, you quickly texted your friend and
told her to leave, and that you were fine.
“Rebekah, mind tell me
what the ‘family emergency’ is?” Your heart beat became frantic when you heard
his voice. Kol laid a hand on your shoulder in comfort.
“Just stay calm no
matter what.” Rebekah said her voice near the door you and Kol stood behind.
“Just tell us Rebekah.”
Klaus said meaning himself and an equally confused Elijah, Freya and Finn.
Rebekah hesitated before she opened the door. Kol was standing in front of you
he was hiding you, only the side of your dress was showing. “Who is this?” Klaus
Kol stepped aside, and
you were met with Niklaus in a tux looked at you with his wide blue eyes.
“Hello Nik.” You said
softly. In a second you were harshly pressed to the wall, with his hands on
“Who are you? And how
can you possess her body?” Nik asked you through his teeth, you choked as you
tried to push him off you, but you didn’t need to as Elijah pushed him off you.
“Calm down, Niklaus.” Elijah
said as he helped you up. “We wouldn’t find anything out by you choking her.”
“HOW DARE YOU COME
HERE AND LOOK LIKE HER?” Nik shouted hurt and pissed at you.
“It is really me.” You
said tears gathering in your eyes.
“NO! She dies, she
died and so did our child.” Nik said walking towards you before being stopped
“Nik just listen to
her.” Rebekah said as she stood by your way.
“Sorry, who are you
all talking about?” Freya asked confused.
“My wife (y/n).” Klaus
said his voice broken and full of sadness.
“Nik you have to
listen, please.” You said practically begging. “It really is me, I swear to
you.” When he didn’t say anything you took that as your cue to continue. “When Dahlia
threatened us and threatened (Y/D/N) I knew that she wasn’t safe, especially
not after she killed all of those people and vampires and even witches. She wasn’t
safe. Dahlia wasn’t baking down so I faked our death and ran as far as I could.”
“You took her from me,
you took MY DAUGHTER FROM ME!” He shouted making you flinch as for the tears to
“I had to, it was the
only way she would’ve been safe.” You said trying not so sob.
“We could’ve defeated
her, we’ve always killed anyone who stood in our way.” He said moving his hand
around gesturing to his sibling that were standing around us ready to stop any
physical fight from breaking.
“And happens after
that? We live a happy ever after?” You asked him getting mad at him for not
understanding. “Nik, you and everyone here have a long, long list of enemies
that isn’t getting shorter by time, I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I condemned
an innocent child to this life. I could take it, but she couldn’t.”
“Where is she?” Nik
asked the question that you were waiting for yet dreading. You didn’t know what
to say, everyone here wanted the answer to that question yet you didn’t know
what to say.
“She live a long happy
life, she got married but had no kids, she became an alpha of her own pack and-and
she died at the age of-of hundred and twenty seven (A/N she lived this long
because she still had vampire blood in her system).” You sobbed, Rebekah gasped
and covered her mouth, and the room was silent except your sobs. Rebekah made a
move to hug you, but Nik grabbed you and vamp speed out of the room, out of
the house and out of the city. You were all alone in a clearing in the woods. You
didn’t know why he got you here, maybe to kill you, you didn’t know. But you
really didn’t care. “If you want to kill me, then kill me. I no longer wish to
live. It has been hard for me since the moment I left you and after (Y/D/N)’s
death I only wished for death.”
“I’m not going to kill
you.” Nik said shakily, moved your head so you were looking at him, you saw
tears running down his face. He was heartbroken and you felt as if everything
was your fault.
“I’m sorry, I’m so, so
sorry.” You sobbed and Nik pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly.
“Was she happy?” Nik
asked you and you nodded.
“She was.” Nik moved
his head on top of yours, you were pressed against him. “That’s all I ever
“Nik, I really am
sorry, I never meant to hurt you.” You said as silent tears ran down your face.
“She love you, you know?”
“She did?” Nik asked
his hands tightening around you.
“Yeah, I told her all
about you, showed her a few of your paintings and she really did love you.” You
said and wiped your tears away. You looked up at Nik who was still crying
silently. You moved your hands to his face, swiping the tears off his cheek as
his blue eyes stared at you. His eyes were like home, they were familiar something
you can always look at and feel loved. “I love you so much Niklaus.”
“And I love you too.”
Nik said and he pulled you back into a hug, and vamp speed back to the
Abattoir, where everyone was waiting, when they saw you alive and well they all
relaxed. Everyone decided to call it a night and talk about everything the day
after. When emotions are calm and mind clear and ready. And after that everyone
went to their room including you. You were obviously sharing with Nik. You wouldn’t
let him out of your sight after spending so many years apart.
I turned around to see Hercules standing behind me.
I instinctively covered my eye. I removed my hand and I shook my head.
“It’s nothing, just the light playing with your eyes.” I shrugged off and I internally cursed myself for not putting enough makeup over it. Lafayette and John looked at me concerned and Alex looked at me with interest.
“Are you sure mon ami?” Lafayette asked cautiously and I nodded.
“Come on, let’s just watch the movie.”
“Okay.” They all agreed and I put the movie in the DVD slot and I rested my head on Herc’s shoulder. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
When I woke up, it wasn’t dark outside anymore and everyone else was asleep in the spaces that we had all been sitting last night. Hercules had wrapped an arm around me at some point in the night, preventing me from getting up and making breakfast for them. Preventing me from putting new make up because I knew the the black eye would be visible now.
And of course it would definetly be an issue to my boyfriend who would probably kill me for staying out this late.
Especially since he wanted me home early last night.
I took deep breaths in, my breathing becoming more and more shaky.
He’s gonna kill me. He’s going to-
“Y/N?” I heard Herc asked and I looked at him. He took a deep breath in as well. “How long has he been doing this to you?” He asked and I broke down and I started sobbing into his shirt.
“He’s going to kill me. I was supposed to be home early last night.” I whispered it over and over again.
“Shh. Y/N he’s not going to hurt you any longer. Me and Lafayette will beat him up and tell him to leave you alone, alright? We will move your stuff over here so you can live with us. Or you can live with your cousin. Aaron lives right across the hall anyways.” Hercules said and he held me tightly.
“Mon ami?” I heard Laf ask, extremely concerned.
“It’s her boyfriend. I told her we are going to go and move her stuff to here and make sure he receives the message that he is done with Y/N.”
“Are we bringing Burr along?” Lafayette asked.
“Aaron would probably kill him, not that I trust you guys not to.”
“He deserves worse than death. Y/N you are shaking at the thought of going to your own apartment. ”
“What are you guys saying about Burr?” Alex asked half asleep, probably waking up at the mention of Aaron’s last name.
“Whether we should take him with us to kill her boyfriend.” Lafayette answered and Alex looked at me, his confused look replaced with one of anger.
“I’m coming along as well.”
“Alex you are probably the most likely to kill him besides Herc. He doesn’t deserve death.” I pleaded with them and they fell silent.
“Okay. Hercules, stay here with Y/N and John. Me and Lafayette will tell Burr but we will tell him that you don’t want us to kill him. We won’t kill him, promise.” Alex said, looking at me.
“I want to go with though.” Hercules said and Alex shook his head.
“No you’re Y/N’s pillow right now.”
“Am I a good pillow?” Hercules asked me and I looked at him.
“Okay, we will see you guys in a bit. Try and get some more sleep, mon ami.” Lafayette said while he stood up, smiling down at me. I nodded and rested my head on Herc’s shoulder again.
He stretched out, lying completely down on the couch and I did so as well. He wrapped his arms around me and combed my hair through with his fingers, getting me to relax and fall asleep again.
When I woke up, Hercules still had his arm around me and he was talking very softly.
“John can you please get Alex an ice pack.” He asked and John made a noise but I heard footsteps shuffling. I opened my eyes and I lifted my head up.
“Are you okay, Alex?” I asked sleepily and I felt everyone’s eyes turn to me.
“Yes. I just need to ice my knuckles…” He said sheepishly and I closed my eyes again.
“How bad did you hurt him?”
“Not too badly.”
“I dangled him out of his window.” Lafayette said and I grunted.
“He is alive, correct?”
“Okay, good. Thank you for not killing him.”
“It’s no problem. Oh and Burr wants to talk to you soon.”
“Tell him I’m busy.”
“Cuddling with Herc? I’m sure he will love that answer.” John piqued. I shook my head and I looked at Hercules, who was smiling down at me. I smiled tiredly up at him and I closed my eyes.
Summary: The reader is going to a meet up to see Mark, Ethan, and Tyler.
Word Count: 660
Pairing: Tyler Scheid x Reader
My nerves were really getting to me. The sight of the three men were exciting yet it was also enough to make me want to throw up on the sidewalk. I stared ahead at them as they stood in the park, fans crowded around them in anticipation. My friend lightly pushed me forward and I clenched my jaw. It was taking every thing I had in me to keep my cool because all I wanted to do was cry and maybe even scream a little. I could feel my chest getting heavy as I walked closer to where Ethan and Mark were getting some fans lined up in a conga line as Tyler filmed them.
I gripped my right wrist briefly, trying to find something to calm my nerves, but the action only caused me to flinch. The dark ink on my skin was still fresh and scarred. “Smile Always” was permanently etched into my arm and although it still hurt, seeing it made me feel a little better.
It was when my friend snapped her fingers in front of my face that I realized that I had stopped walking. My eyes were still glued in front of me but I could feel my breath coming in short gasps and something warm dripped down my cheek. I brought my hand up and wiped it off, only for more to fall.
Suddenly someone took my shoulders and pulled me into their chest as I began to sob, soaking their shirt. They rubbed my back and they were joined my more hands but all I could do was cling to the stranger for dear life. This went on until I could finally breath normally and my eyes were red and puffy. I pulled my head up and gasped when I saw that the people holding me were the same people who had unknowingly supported me through the most difficult times of my life.
Tyler, who was the one that was hugging me from the front, said something but I was still in too much shock to say anything. I could feel more tears breaking through but as Tyler put his hands on each side of my face, the weight on my chest got a lot lighter.
“Are you okay?”
It must have been weird for some random person to just show up to their meet up and start crying like their dog had died. My cheeks heated up and I nodded.
“Yeah! Um, sorry…sorry. I just-” I could feel my bottom lip start to quiver and Tyler brought me into his arms once again. Mark and Ethan moved behind Tyler so that I could see them and the sight of them made me lose my shit all over again.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Everything’s alright. We love you so much.”
“Oh god I love you too. So much you have no idea. You guys have helped me so much. I went through so much shit in the past couple months and watching you three be idiots helped me to stay grounded. I love you guys so much I can never thank you enough, I just-I just-thank you.”
At the end of my confession I started crying all over again. After a few more seconds, Tyler grabbed my wrist and brought it up so he could read it. A wide smile covered his face and he pressed his lips to the tattoo and then wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pressing a small kiss to the top of my head as well.
“That’s good advice, whoever said that must be a genius.”
At first I was confused but when I realized what he was talking about, laughter bubbled out of my chest. Well, more like half laughter/ half sob. I was still sniffling but the smile on Tyler’s face made it impossible for me not to smile, that and the fact that I was surrounded my my three favorite people.
Summary: [Pre-serum] Steve Rogers is determined to get into the Army, but you and Bucky keep trying to persuade him that it’s not a good idea.
Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes
Warnings: fluff, cute af!Steve,
character deaths [?]
A/N:@redlipstickandplaid kinda requested this, I say kinda because she asked for some Fluffy Pre-Serum Steve where Buck and the reader try a deter Rogers from trying to join the army- and this, well, my brain had different ideas. Annie, don’t hate me too much, lmao <3
“You need to stop this, Steve,” you let out a sigh as you ran a hand through you hair, exasperated at your friends actions.
He shook his head, taking a seat on the couch. “I can’t. I have to do this,” he spoke with pure determination, that determination he always had every time he tried to enlist and still got denied on medical grounds. He wasn’t one to give up, that’s for sure.
There was a short silence before the door opened, revealing Bucky in his full army uniform. It was fair to say, he looked pretty angry.
“What were you thinking!” he threw his hat unceremoniously onto the spare chair in his frustration. Bucky took a deep breath, running a hand across his face, “you can’t keep doing this, man. Going as different names each time won’t change your medical records.”
“I just want to do something to help, alright?” Steve retorted, getting to his feet, a look of dismay across his face. “Everyone else is out there fighting and I’m just here- doing nothing to save anyone.”
It pained you to see him beat himself up over things that were beyond his control. “Steve, listen to me,” you walked over to him, your hand gently taking hold of his own, “you can help here, and you do help here. You help me just by being here, by being my friend in this crazy, horrible time.”
Those bright blue eyes looked up at you with slight hesitation before Steve spoke, “but I’m not enough, am I? I never will be,” he spoke in a broken tone before pulling away from your touch and making his way out of the house.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Warning: Mentions of torture
“Draco, come here.” Draco’s father, Lucius, ordered from the other side of the courtyard.
Draco was frozen in place, glancing between his girlfriend, his parents, and the dark lord.
She stood behind him and shook her head imperceptibly, and Draco sighed, tears threatening to spill from his stormy eyes.
“Draco.” Narcissus called him, but he refused. Draco backed up slowly, making his decision. He took her hand in his and shielded her from the wrath of the people on the other side of the courtyard.
“No.” he told his mother and she nodded. Somehow, Draco knew she’d be alright with his choice even if his father wouldn’t. “I’m staying.”
The dark mark was burning on his arm and he winced, but didn’t back down. Voldemort looked at him curiously, eyes watching the scared teenagers standing in front of him. He hadn’t been expecting his youngest recruit to leave, and Lucius would pay.
“Lucius, control your son or I shall have to control him for you.” he spoke offhandedly. Draco knew immediately that he wasn’t safe, and neither was Y/N.
"Get ready, I’m apparating.” Draco murmured, and his girlfriend’s hold on his arm tightened. Then the swirl of the world squeezed them out onto a street Y/N didn’t recognize. Cars zoomed around them and the sound of music filtered through the air around them. Y/N looked up in awe, not letting go of Draco’s hand as he walked them along the street full of muggles who gave them curious looks.
Y/N assumed that was because of the blood and dirt caked over her clothing and Draco’s.
Draco broke down in sobs, tears spilling down his cheeks once he pulled them into an alley. He pressed her against a brick wall, his eyes clouded and wet.
"Draco—” she started.
"Are you okay? My aunt, what she did to you—I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more to help you get away.” His hands searched her face for any signs of injury, roughly moving her hair away from her face.
She took his hands into hers and kissed him, pouring her emotions into the kiss.
"Draco, I’m fine. What she did doesn’t matter to me. It’s in the past. I only care that you’re safe. Okay?” she reassured him, “I’m so proud of you. You’ve been so brave.”
He sobbed again and crushed her into a tight hug. She didn’t know how long they stood there, but she didn’t want to let him go. Not after everything the both of them had been through in the last year.
“Could you maybe write some type of soulmate thing with Warren? I absolutely
love your stories!!” and “Warren soulmate thing? Where like some people are
born with marks that represent their soulmate in some way, and you have wings
on your back and Warren has something somewhere that goes with your mutation,
like if the reader had electrokinesis or something he would have a lightning
I am a sucker for soulmate AUs. Also, this is a really interesting concept, and
I really like it. Reader has plant powers, just because I think it might be
confusing for Warren with Storm and all. Like she has Electric powers and you
wouldn’t want things getting mixed up, you feel?
Living in a mutant fight club was hell. Every
day, Warren was forced to fight mutant after mutant. Some of them walked away
fine. Others…not so much. And sometimes, he
was the one that got hurt. It was no way to live, but one thing got him through
the long days and lonely nights. The marks on his arm.
Yes, Warren was a mutant, it was true. He had
giant, magnificent wings, but he also had soulmate marks. They were etched into
his arms, trailing upwards from the veins in his wrists. Leafy vines, twisting
and turning, a few flowers here and there.
He stared at them before he went to bed,
often tracing them gently with his fingers when he was alone. It was his
solace. His safe place. When he was thinking of his soulmate, whoever and
wherever she was, he felt like all of this trouble was worth it if it meant he
got to meet her eventually.
And then Apocalypse came. Warren was broken,
sad, alone, and Apocalypse had scooped him up, tempted him into doing his
bidding. But after Warren was rescued, he went with the others, to Xavier’s
School for Gifted Youngsters.
It was one of his first days there. He walked
through the courtyard, surrounded by his new friends. And then he saw you. You
were standing under the biggest tree on the campus, arms wide open. Your back
was to him, and on your back, etched into the skin under your green dress was a
very distinct pair of feathery wings. He broke into a run, leaving the others
behind as he ran to meet you.
“Warren, where are you going?” asked Scott,
but he spotted the marks on your back. It was you. Warren’s soulmate.
Warren stopped, standing just behind you. He
took a breath, running his fingers through his curly blonde locks and puffing
out his muscular chest. He straightened out the sleeves of his leather jacket.
Finally, he reached forward and tapped your shoulder.
You turned around. He gasped softly, taken
aback by how beautiful you were. But he was also scared, terrified beyond
words. Would you like him for him? Metal wings and all? Or would you reject him
as everyone in his life had before the Mansion?
“Hi,” you smiled, greeting him. Suddenly,
your smile faded and your eyes went wide. “Oh my God, you’re…you’re my…” you
started tearing up. Here it was. The rejection. Warren’s shoulders fell, preparing
for the worst.
And then you hugged him. It was a tight,
nearly bone-crushing hug, but he loved it more than words could describe.
“You have no idea…” you sobbed gently, tears
of joy streaming down your cheeks. “How long I’ve been waiting to meet you.”
“Aww, don’t cry.” He held you tight, rubbing
your back. He smiled, one of his first real smiles in a long, long time. “I’m sorry
it took me so long to find you.”
“I always knew you would come,” you
whispered. “Oh my God, I don’t even know your name.”
“Warren,” he introduced. “What’s yours?”
“(Y/N),” you replied. “I just…I want to know
everything about you.”
“Well, now we have all the time in the world.”
he chuckled. You peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, smiling
brightly. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe the most beautiful girl
in the entire world was wrapped up in his arms and kissing him relentlessly.
After all of the pain, all of the fighting, all of the loss, the war, you were
here and everything would be better.
Later that night, you were laying on top of
him on one of the many couches at the Mansion. Your fingers traced his muscles.
He watched you, smiling softly.
“I never imagined in all of that, that I
would ever find you.” Warren whispered, one of his hands stroked your cheek. “I
wish you could have seen my wings before. They were beautiful.”
You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.
You gently rubbed his cheek with your thumb.
“Warren, everything about you is beautiful,”
you told him.
“I love you so much.” he pressed a long, tender
kiss to your forehead.
“I love you too,” you smiled, scanning his
face before you kissed him full on the lips.
Warren knew one thing for certain. He would
never get enough of this.
Request: Can i ask for some insecure and broken crying mess aka Murphy when reader finds him and comfort him. Just wanna see how her comforting him will make Murphy ready to believe in someone else. Maybe they will end up together?
Requested by: anonymous.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to upload! I took a break yesterday and only got to it tonight, again I apologize! But, here it is!
You could hear sniffling and the soft sound of sobs, but they were muffled as if someone was trying to hide them. Placing down the gun you’d been checking, you walked around the wall that blocked you off, walking somewhat into the dropship searching for the sound of the heart wrenching sobs.
When you spot the person, you were incredibly shocked to see John Murphy sitting there. His knees up to his forehead as he placed his head against them, his body wracked with soft sobs and your eye widened in bafflement. You didn’t know Murphy very well but every time you’ve seen him you’ve never actually seen him shed an ounce of emotion. This was a completely different side to him.
He was usually so abrasive and cold, you weren’t sure if you should walk up and say something or walk as if you’d never seen it? Though, the choice was clear, no matter who he was there was no way you could leave such a suffering person alone on their knees.
Walking forward, you meant to be quiet but your weight made something crack and Murphy’s head snapped up. When he saw you, his eyes widened and he looked as if he was about to run. He hastily wiped at his tears as you raised your hands slowly, trying to prove you meant no harm. “Wait, no, Murphy.” You said, walking towards him.
He took a step back, eyes betraying the fear he felt of letting someone see him so vulnerable. You smiled lightly, trying to show you meant no harm. “I’m not gonna hurt you or anything, I just… are you okay?”
His mouth opened as if he was going to say something before it snapped close. He looked at his dampened sleeve and then back up at you, “why would you care?” He asked, cut and cold. You blinked slightly in surprise before you shrugged.
“Why wouldn’t I?” You retorted, smiling on the inside at the shocked look on your face. You felt as if you were making some progress.
“Because no one helps just because they want to.” He said, as if from experience. You took this moment to step up beside him, softly bumping your own shoulder with his as he seemed hesitant to let you this close. You did nothing but smile supportively at him, trying to show you only wanted to help.
“Well, sure not everyone. But some people, like me.” You said, looking at him with concerned eyes. “What’s wrong?”
He was silent for a long time before he sighed, looking away he began to speak. “I just don’t want to be alone.” He whispered, barely audible but you caught it. Looking down at your clasped hands, you shook your head.
“You’re not alone.” You mumbled.
His head snapped to you and he narrowed his eyes. “How’s that exactly? Everyone in this camp either hates me or fears me, and I know it’s my fault but it’s still upsetting.” He said angrily.
“Well, what’s say we stick to each other.” You said looking over to him. His eyes widened and his face contorted in shocked happiness, before he blinked. You’d never seen someone go through so many emotions at once, and before you could help it you began giggling a little bit. He seemed insulted and embarrassed as he scrambled for what was wrong.
“What? What did I do?”
“Nothing,” you waved. “Your just much more expressive then you seem at first glance. You’re quiet funny too.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” He asked, and with a final glance at him, you smiled knowingly.