Headcanon on Lance

Since Jeremy Shada uttered (ahaha) that Lance was “gonna probably die”.

I think Lance will “die”, sacrificing himself to save his friends.

Keith feels like hell because he was the “leader”. Lance had told him not to jump the gun, not to be a hot head and charge in.

They lost Shiro, now Lance. Keith is even more lost.

Hunk won’t eat, won’t cook, won’t do anything but work on any machine that needs fixing. It keeps his mind busy. It keeps him from breaking down. It keeps him from thinking of how he’d tell Lance’s family.

Hunk doesn’t want to think anymore.

Pidge is lucky. She has Matt. Matt who was rescued by Lance, shoved into Blue and told to leave while Lance bailed Keith out on his latest move.

Pidge is lucky because he has Matt’s shoulder to cry into.

Allura sits alone in the room where she last saw her father. Shattered peices remain like her shattered heart. For a moment she thought she heard her father, telling her it was okay to cry.

Cry she did, because those who left early had strong shoulders and caring smiles. The mice wanted to help, but knew they could not.

Coran just stared at Lance’s door. He expected the youth to march out and make him laugh. Make him feel like a father again.

Even if Lance’s father was still alive, Lance to him was like the son he lost and once again, Coran lost his son. Lost Lance.


Keith lowered his head as a blade rested on it. A Yralih Alien was ready to swing down that sharp blade, with Keith ready to accept his fate.

He smiled, knowing Pidge, Hunk, Matt and Allura got away. He smiled, knowing he’d be joining Shiro and Lance.

He closed his eyes, ready for the end.

It never came.

A single shot rang, dropping the Yralih Alien dead on the ground.

Keith looked in shock, raising his head up to see who had saved him.

Keith smiled.

It was a familiar face, with a bright grin and sharp blue eyes.

“There’s my sharpshooter. ”


Part 2 http://sixelamarr.tumblr.com/post/159668117881/headcanon-on-lance-part-2

anonymous asked:

yoooo that historical arranged marriage au looks sooo interesting,,,, i definitely WOULD NOT complain if u ever felt like writing more of it;)))

I am such a sucker for both historical fantasy and arranged marriage Aus so and I really liked this idea so I did some mock ups for scenes that would appear in the in universe fic

Disclaimer - this is a fake au fic from the Rivals series. In universe it would be written by a Viktuuri fan and so is based on how that fans see umfb!viktor and Yuuri not as they actually are. It was also written as a joke on my phone in half an hour so please don’t take this as serious writing! 

Original concept - no.11 of the ‘15 most popular fics in the Rivals universe alternate AO3’ - Original post here

Title: Every Pawn Can Become A Queen

Rating:  Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: Figure Skating RPF

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Katsuki Mari, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Jean-Jacques Leroy, Georgi Popovich, Mila Babicheva, Other Character Tags To Be Added

Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe – Historical Fantasy, Alternate Universe – Royalty, Plotting, Assassination Attempts, Enemies to Lovers


Yuuri is the Prince of an Empire, second in line for the throne and renown in battle, a formidable warrior who has been fighting for almost half his life against the neighbouring Empire and their barbaric ways. But after tragedy strikes both kingdoms, an uneasy peace must be formed between the two opposing sides, a peace that must be sealed with the strongest of bonds.

Charged with keeping the peace for the sake of his people, Yuuri is forced to leave his homeland forever and marry the only son and heir of the opposing kingdom, forging an alliance with marriage to protect the empire built on the backs and blood of his family and now ruled by his beloved sister. But Yuuri knows what the marriage truly is beneath the pretty words. A life-sentence, imprisoned forever under the rule of a man he hates and has faced on the battlefield countless time.

But the political machinations of the foreign court might prove to be an even deadlier battlefield than the one he just left and he must keep the peace between the two kingdoms to save the lives of millions, whatever the cost. And what’s more, his long-time enemy and new husband is not the man he believed him to be and his position as Prince Consort holds more power than he ever expected. For the one who holds the heart of the future king is the one who can control the kingdom.

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Sword Fighting For Fic Writers: Chapter 13

You can follow the tag #Swords for Fics if you want to keep up without following me :)

Available Chapters:
1.Dumb Ways to Die  2.May Your Blade Be True! 3.On Your Guard!
4. Making the Cut 5.Stick ‘em With the Pointy End 6.It’s Like a Dance
7. The Measure of A Man 8.A Crossing of Blades 9.Like Chess, but with Knives
An Interlude About Story Telling
10.You Can Barely Lift Your Sword 11.Buckle Some Swash 12.Dual Wielding
13.Everything is a Weapon 14.Got Your Sword 

Your Body Everything is a Weapon
Punching, Throwing, and Other Things

Up until now you may have noticed that with one handed swords I draw the free hand tucked in behind the fighter’s back. That wasn’t just me trying to avoid drawing more hands. If you’re not using that arm in a fight, it’s better to keep it back and out of the way rather than making it another target. I’ve also seen it placed on the hip in case it becomes needed, or just waving around in the back. In this chapter we’ll talk about ways that free hand can help. We’ll also be covering throwing the opponent down, and using the pommel of the sword.

Using Your Free Hand:

Most of the time it’s going to be more practical and efficient to use the sword to make an attack. There will be times though when the defender’s sword is restrained and the attacker doesn’t want to kill their opponent that they may go for a punch. Or maybe they just see an opening and say to hell with it. For your narrative, do whatever feels badass. When defending against fist attacks with your own arm, you’re essentially doing the same thing as you do with your sword. Use the “true edge” of your arm to block then counter attack.

It may seem stupid to grab your opponent’s sword by the blade, but it’s a thing. Swords aren’t lightsabers. You can grab them. There are ways to safely do this without cutting yourself. Other times it’ll just be better to take a shallow cut on the hand to finish the fight. Typically grabs will be done against a blade that’s not in motion. You’re not going to catch a swinging blade. Gloves and gauntlets make grabbing even safer. The sword arm is another thing to grab to control their weapon. Grabs can be turned into disarms. More on that in “Got Your Sword!” (chapter coming soon)

Kicking: I myself have not encountered kicking in fights so take this with some salt. If it happens it probably happens mostly in grappling range. Kicking your foot out without the opponent’s sword controlled is sticking a big target out there. If you don’t throw them off balance enough with the move you’ll be vulnerable while you reset. But for narrative purposes, you can stick with the rule of cool: if it’s cool, go or it!

Using the Pommel: Using the pommel to strike is a good method of dealing a non-lethal blow. It’s most easily done after a yield (see “A Crossing of Blades”). Instead of continuing to spin the blade around, the blade stops it’s turn with the sword pointing down, then rams into the opponent’s face with the back end of the sword. There’s also a way to use the hilt to hook the opponent’s weapon into a disarm. More on that in “Got Your Sword”.

Throwing: To throw an opponent first you need to get close to them. Let’s assume that’s been done. Maybe you stepped in during an attack or defense and they didn’t step back. First break their structure to set them off balance by pushing into their face. Pushing up under the chin is especially helpful, lifting them up a bit as well as pushing them back. If you’re pushing with your right arm then your right leg steps behind them, pushing your hip into theirs. Now turn then beg the legs. Turning will push them back over your leg, tripping them. Even a small person can take out a bigger person like this. The key thing to remember is that if you’re set up to throw them, they can turn it around and throw you instead by getting their leg behind your’s. So be quick about unbalancing them.

Here’s just one version of a throw. Another version is done with the opponents facing each other. Another involves lifting the victim’s leg. Some throws involve using your weapon as leverage, pushing the hilt to break their structure. 

Cloaks and Capes: This is another area I’m not personally experienced in and would encourage you to look up if it appeals to you. But so that you know the option is available, capes were often used for defences with things like grabbing swords with the hand protected by the cape, or tangling the opponents sword. Sometimes it was used just as a decoy to cover movements like a matador. Look it up sometime if your fighter wears a cape. They don’t just look cool and keep you warm.

Literally Anything: Think Jackie Chan. Literally anything can be used as a weapon with a little creativity. Swing a bike at people, throw things, kick up dirt, bite, push over bookshelves. Take a look at the environment. Maybe throw a chair in your attacker’s path as you back away making them stumble. Maybe the hero opens the coral of an angry bull the moment they look to be cornered. There’s a low hanging branch to be pulled back and slapped forward. There’s a cliff to corner them on or a wall to push them up against. Carpets can be pulled out from under people’s feet. Hot tea! Pepper! Sink holes! Go nuts!

Just keep your eyes on me

The second he saw Magnus fall his whole world stop, his heart leaped into his throat with his chest suddenly going tight.

He couldn’t breath. He couldn’t think, his hand slipped from his sword as he distinctly heard Jace shout his name.

A blade swept passed his face, inches away from taking his life. But what was a life without Magnus?

He was suddenly pushed to the side, Jace blocking another on coming blow and fighting back against the enemy.

“Go!” Jace shouted, snapping Alec out from his thoughts. “‘Now!” Jace said before swinging at the attacker, blade cutting against the man’s chest.

Alec quickly ducked, grabbing his blade before running over to where Magnus still laid lifeless on the floor.

His heart pounded against his chest when he saw one of the enemies men leaning over Magnus, bloody blade in hand that was inches away from Magnus.

Alec withdrew his bow and cocked an arrow, his heart may be racing and thoughts swirling but his aim was true and the man fell to the ground, arrow in the chest.

“Magnus,” Alec breathed before he lowered his bow and ran over.

He skidded to his knees, hands hovering over Magnus as his eyes darted across Magnus’s face.

“Magnus,” he said, his voice cracking and tears forming in his eyes. He placed his index and middle finger against Magnus’ neck, hoping for a pulse, begging for a heartbeat.

Relief flooded over him the second he felt a pulse, it was weak but it was there. Magnus was alive, he was breathing.

“Magnus?” Alec asked, a hand going to cup his check.

The man’s eyes opened up seconds later, forced on Alec’s voice and touch. Cat eyes stared up at him and that was all he needed for everything to in the world to settle.

Alec moved to press against Magnus’ wound on his stomach to stop the bleeding, taking a steadying breath to stay focused.

“I-I love you,” Magnus breathed, hand going to touch Alec’s arm. The man looked down at his boyfriend, chest suddenly tight again. Even in the situation they were in, Magnus still somehow managed to smile up at Alec.

“Just… just keep your eyes on me,” Alec said.

“Always,” Magnus replied with a faint smirk as Izzy came running over, taking over from Alec and shouting for Jace to get the car.

“You’re going to be alright,” Alec then said and Magnus just hummed in agreement. “I’ve got you,” he told Magnus who gave a weak nod.

“I know.”

a niall horan oneshot

Summer Camp

pairing: Niall/OFC

word count: 22,554 

warnings: sexually explicit content

Niall Horan was what one would call a cocky asshole. A loud, brash, outspoken and unapologetic cocky asshole who could either make your life a living hell or, in my case, give you the best summer of your life.

The first time I saw him was at Camp Counselor arrival day, about three days before the four week camp actually began. Being as this was my first time ever being a camp counselor, I really had no idea what to expect, but I eagerly unloaded my bags and puffed the fallen hair out of my face. I could see a crowd of people gathered over by a huge flagpole and I struggled a bit as I lugged my belongings over to join the big group of counselors. Everyone else had already arrived it seemed, the camp director shouting out a few instructions from his stance at the front, and I stopped at the very back of the group, dropping my bags at my feet with a sigh. My head twisted as two other people that had walked up caught my attention and I watched as they went around to the opposite side of the huddle, immediately engaging in conversation with some of the other counselors standing there.

Knitting my brows, I took a timid glance around and quickly realized that I knew not a single soul but everyone else seemed to already be friends, the thought making me gulp back a deep breath. This was going to be a long four weeks for sure.

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Dinner Party

Originally posted by awhjensen

Reader goes with Sam and Dean to help Dean’s Girlfriend on here first hunt. It ending badly for Reader.

Reader X Dean Winchester

Warnings:Blood, almost death. 

I hate dinner parties. Okay strike that I have never been to one I just happen to hate this dinner party. Why you may ask? Because I had to sit next to my best friend as he looked around waiting for his date to arrive.

“Where the hell are they?” He asked his voice gruff showing his discomfort.

“Dean relax. She is with Sam he is not going to let anything happen to her. Besides you are going to blow our cover.” I say softly leaning over to whisper in his ear.

All I got as a response was a clinched jaw.

Sighing I moved over putting a seat between us. Being in the back of the room at a small square table kept most eyes off us. The rest of the room was filled with more tables people sitting around them most likely talking about the people at the next table over. At the front of the room was a stage a large curtain behind it. Some holly roller was going to join us and start so charity auction. Her being the perfect target for some higher level demon.

We were here to kill the demon and call it a night. A quote unquote “Easy job” for Dean’s girl .Her supposable wanting to get into the life. Dumbest girl I ever met but then again you know what they say about blondes.

Seeing movement out of the corner of my eye broke my from my ranting thoughts. Yes I was jealous  but you would be too if you were raised with someone. Seen them die more than once but is still always there for them just to have them always pick someone else.

I was a little surprised to have Dean sitting beside me once again Amber on his other side. I could barely hear him ask her if she was okay.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks from sitting beside me.

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Never Say Never (Part 3)

Pairing: Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader
Word count: 2,865
Warnings: Cussing. Violence. Mentions of Blood.  Smut. Fingering. Oral Sex (Female). Unprotected Sex. Season 12 spoilers.
Sequel: Part 3/? of  Never Say Never. This ended up becoming a mini-series.  

Authors Note: My use of vampires in this installment has nothing to do with the previews for this weeks show.  It was more about me trying to find a creature that fit into all the criteria I needed for this story.

Special thanks to @lucis-unicorn for being my beta, idea-bouncer, and support system.

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“Redemption” - Tamlin

@hermajestymanon I shall win this war. 

Feyre’s eyes snapped as magic slammed into her forehead. She was falling, falling an impossible distance. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she wasn’t sure who caught her. 

Feyre gasped, blinking slowly. “Tamlin?” Feyre whispered, staring into his bright green eyes, his eyebrows pinched in concentration. Feyre could feel the waves of magic vibrating around them, she could feel an evil, stronger magic pushing against Tamlin’s. 

“It would help if you stood up, beautiful” Tamlin gave her a crooked smile, thick blood slipping out of his mouth. Feyre rolled to the side, landing in a crouch. “I have your back,” Tamlin grunted and he let the shield fall, just as Feyre sliced out with her own magic. 

“Move,” Tamlin urged her, wrapping his arm around her waist. He half dragged, half carried Feyre down a long corridor, his blood still dripping out of his mouth. More blood slid from his nostrils, but he kept moving. 

“Tamlin. Tamlin, we can’t leave them!” Feyre shouted, crying out in agony when she put too much pressure on her right leg. Tamlin swore and he leaned Feyre against the wall, handing her his blade. 

“I never planned on leaving them. Give me some credit, Feyre” Tamlin shoved his hands outward, a wave of magic rippling through the corridor, tearing it apart. The ceiling fell. Tamlin grunted and he looked down at Feyre. “Stay” 

Feyre heard his back crack. Tamlin tilted his head back and roared and Feyre covered her eyes as a beam of bright light flashed before her. When she looked back, Tamlin was gone, but she saw the shadow of a beast on the walls. 

Feyre blinked slowly, gripping Tamlin’s blade and her own Illyrian one. She breathed through her mouth, trying to understand where everything went wrong. So, so wrong. Who had betrayed them? Did someone even betray them? Or was the King always one step ahead? 

Was the King always one step ahead even with Tamlin helping them? 

Feyre went still when she heard footsteps. She forced herself to her feet and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Tamlin, burdening the weight of three grown Illyrians on his body. 

The beast’s front leg shook, then snapped, causing Tamlin to fall. Azriel and Cassian moaned as one, falling on their sides. Feyre scrambled to her feet, helping Rhys up, putting his weight over her shoulders. She gripped his arm, staring down at Tamlin. 

Move” Tamlin grunted, before he stood up. His arm hung loosely at his side, but the High Lord slammed it against the wall, and Feyre cringed as he knocked it back into place. “Feyre, cover our rear. Protect their wings” 

Feyre blinked slowly. The Tamlin before her was something new, something different. Feyre remembered when Rhys told her about how he and Cassian and Azriel had trained with Tamlin, how the four of them had become something like brothers. Feyre wondered how many times Tamlin had protected their wings. There was so much she still didn’t understand about their pasts together. 

Tamlin bent down and he picked up Azriel, grunting, and placing the Illyrian on his back. Feyre didn’t want to ask how Tamlin could bear his weight, on top of letting Cassian lean against him. Her legs were shaking with just supporting Rhys. 

“Am I being saved by Tamlin?” Cassian whispered, his eyes dazed and unfocused. Tamlin gave a droll half grin, blood still coating his teeth. 

“I owe you a few” Was all the male said, before he started walking. Azriel, balanced on one shoulder, his limp body pressing into Tamlin’s back, his wings hanging, unmoving. Cassian, his legs leaving a trail of blood, arm wrapped around Tamlin. Rhys, helping Feyre more than she was helping him. All of them, beaten, broken, in pain, dying. And Tamlin was bearing their weight, helping them escape. 

“Why?” Feyre whispered. She sent a wave of magic behind her blindly, hoping it would delay their attackers. “Why are you saving us?” Feyre whispered. Tamlin turned his head, his eyes narrowed. 

“Ask them when you all make it out alive” Tamlin grunted, shifting his shoulders so Azriel wouldn’t fall. He continued to walk, his legs buckling each time. Feyre doubted they would make it. She didn’t know how long Tamlin could hold two Illyrians, she didn’t know how long she could hold off an enemy she couldn’t see. 

“Feyre, go” Rhys whispered, pointing forward. Feyre noticed the thick closed door. Tamlin stood by it, gently leaning Cassian against the wall, then slid Azriel from his back. He gripped Azriel’s face and tapped his cheek gently, mumbling under his breath. 

Tamlin stepped away from Azriel, before pushing the door open as far as he could. He braced his back against it and Feyre watched as his legs grappled for purchase, the door pushing against him, as well. Tamlin reached out, grabbing Cassian’s forearms. Cassian swore heavily as Tamlin dragged him across the floor, and pulled him into the darkness. Tamlin now only used his leg to keep the doorway open, pulling Azriel in after Cassian. His face was contorted in pain, breathing hard, sweat dripping down his skin. 

There was a shriek and Feyre stumbled into the wall, Rhys falling after her. The ground shook, the very castle shook. And Feyre was positive the entire island was shaking with the King’s rage, mixed with his beasts. 

Tamlin’s fingers linked with Rhys’s and he dragged the High Lord forward. Rhys seemed to be yelling something, almost pleading with his “enemy”, but Tamlin ignored him. He pulled Rhysand into the darkness next. 

Feyre lunged forward and Tamlin caught her as the castle shook again. The King’s monsters finally caught up to them. “You aren’t coming with us,” Feyre whispered. Tamlin’s arms slacked against her back, their noses almost touching. 

Not so long ago, they were in this embrace, because Feyre was lying to him. Pretending to love him; pretending, lying, being a spy. It was all the same. Not so long ago, Tamlin was a beast. A true, living, terrifying beast in the body of a man. What Feyre saw before her, was one of the best stories of change and redemption she would possibly ever know. She hoped to one day paint the story of Tamlin. 

A man who wasn’t born a beast, became a beast, and died a man. A good man. A good man who made mistakes, accepted those mistakes, and tried to make amends. A man who was using his life to save three Illyrians who had hated him for centuries. To save a girl who should have never entered his life anyway. 

“Do me a favor?” Tamlin whispered and Feyre nodded. She felt the same vibrations around them again. Tamlin had a shield that split the corridor in two, keeping the enemy forces at bay for as long as he could. “Remember me like this? You didn’t know me before, but, remember me as I am now?” 

Feyre took in his face and she pressed her hand tightly against his heart. Tamlin shuddered, knowing Feyre was pressing against his stone heart. She nodded once. Then she was flying and arms wrapped around her middle. Feyre didn’t think she would cry when Tamlin died, didn’t think she would fight for him. He hadn’t fought for her. But as Rhys held her back and as Tamlin stood on the other side, slowly pushing the door closed, she screamed. 

She tried to scramble forward, kicking at Rhys, scratching his arms. Tamlin had no right to make himself the sacrificial lamb, he had no right to choose when he died, he had no right to stand there, smiling sadly. 

He had no right to make himself a martyr. 

Feyre wanted him to live so she could punch him in the face for trading his life for theirs. 

“Tell my sister I said hello” Rhys said. Tamlin nodded, before the door closed in front of them, leaving them in darkness. Feyre cringed as she felt the walls shake, as she heard a roar, as Rhys dragged her down their escape route. Their only change at survival. 


She would keep her promise. Tamlin would be remembered as he was in his last moments. 

Tamlin roared as the door closed. He clenched his fists, baring his teeth at the King’s forces. He looked to his left and a girl stood beside him, smiling, joy in her eyes. She swung an Illyrian blade around, her eyes shining. 

“I knew the man I loved was still in there,” Chiara said. She took a step towards him, and grabbed his hand. She swung her blade again in her left hand, squeezing his own hand. “I love you”

“I love you too,” Tamlin laughed softly. “I missed you. They’re safe; your brothers are safe. Your wings…I kept them. I’m so sorry”

Chiara paused, her eyes twinkling like stars. “I know. It’s okay” She took a small breath “They’re alive because of you. Welcome to martyrdom, my love” 

“Is this what you felt like?” 

Chiara pulled him close, pressing their brows together. She swallowed softly, running her thumb down his cheek. “It isn’t such a hard decision to make. Your life for the one’s you love. Yes. This is what it felt like. It will be short, I promise” 

Tamlin nodded, swinging his own blade. 

Then Chiara ran forward and Tamlin ran after her, slicing through the beasts, right after she did. Her slices, her stabs, her kicks and jabs, did nothing. But Tamlin did as she did, taking down as many as he could, before he was overwhelmed. 

Tamlin was knocked onto his back, drowning in the sea of enemies, and he grunted. He head slammed against the floor, cracks spreading across the floor in his wake. He looked to his left one last time, and he saw Chiara standing over him, smiling. Her violet eyes were swimming with an emotion Tamlin couldn’t place. 

“I want to save you again. I don’t want you to die” Anguish. That was the emotion. But also…happiness? Possibly happiness, because they would be together again. 

“A little late for that, my star” They both bowed their heads, and then there was nothing for a long time. Tamlin was lost in an eternity of nothing, of everything, of nothing and everything. 

Then he opened his eyes, and there she sat. Under the night sky. Leaning back on her palms. 

Tamlin thought it was more than he deserved. But he would not question it. 

He walked forward and sat by his mate. Chiara leaned her head against his shoulder and their fingers intertwined, their joined hands resting on his knee. Tamlin pressed his lips against her forehead, nuzzling her hair. 

“Rhys says hello” 

World War Maas II continues. 

A few causalities have been reported. 

But the masses still stand.

Not for long. 

The Boys (1/?)

Summary:   You’ve been a hunter since you were 18 , a  vampire killed your bestfriend and you threw yourself into the hunting world after you met the hunters handling her case. John Winchester & Bobby Singer.   Being around Bobby, it was a matter of time before you met Dean & Sam Winchester.  You got along with Sam instantly, but you & Dean didn’t click as much . For the most part your relationship was full of flirting, insults, and arguments. Thankfully you weren’t around them often, only helping each other out on a few hunts . But what happens when you run into the boys again after years of not seeing them?

Warnings: swearing, flirting

Pairing: ( none yet) Dean x reader, Sam x reader

                                                         Chapter 1

 You swipe your leg out, successfully knocking over the vampire infront of you . You whip your blade around , slicing his head clear off. 4 down, 3 to go.

  You hear deep voices coming from somewhere in the house,  I feel like i know those voices.  You quietly begin stepping closer, following the voices.  You’ve been watching this nest for a week , counting 7 vamps .But the number of voices you hear is changing the count to 9 . When the dialogue becomes clearer, you realize the voices aren’t from the vampires, but what you assume to be two captured hunters.  You roll your eyes at the realization, Maybe if they didn’t butt into my hunt they wouldn’t be losing .

   You stand outside the room where they are being held, you peek through the slightly cracking door .  You see the two hunters , hands in chains from the ceilings. How do vampires always find warehouses with chains? Do they have an app for this shit?You grab the last of the dead mans blood you packed, and pour it over the length of your blade.Here goes nothin .

You kick the door the rest of the way open, causing the vampires to step back from their meal. 

 " I’m sorry , did i interrupt something? “ you sarcastically ask . The 3 left lunge at you   Son of a bitch .  

You duck , and begin swinging your blade making sure to at least come in contact with the three.  You see them stagger a little, the dead mans blood doing its job. You didn’t have enough to rely on it, so as soon as you see them stumble you jump into action. You manage to get ones head off, before the effects start to ware off the others. You twirl around as the second one nears you, shoving the blade through its stomach . You retract it quickly and disconnect its head from its neck. one to go.  The last one was still reeling from the blood, but stronger than you would like. He knocks you on your ass, kicking your blade away from your reach . He’s on top of you in seconds, pinning you down. You squirm, panicking that this might be it.  You feel his strength falter a little bit, and swiftly reverse your position. You are now on top, you reach for your blade, finding it barely out of reach . You push yourself , feeling your body already getting sore,  you finally grasp the blade and bring it down on the last ones neck. You pull yourself up , making your way to the other hunters. Both have looks of awe on their faces , you look them both over and a light bulb goes off.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

” Well well, since when do the Winchesters get captured by vampires?  Losing your touch boys? “ you say . You can tell by their expressions they still haven’t registered who you are. You don’t blame them though , its been almost 5 years since you’ve seen or heard from them .

 ” Listen sweetheart-“ You roll your eyes,

"   Try sweet talking your way out of those chains prettyboy, i dare ya.” you taunt  . As soon as the nickname leaves your lips, you see Deans eyes light up.

“ Well i’ll be damned. Y/f/n ,y/l/n . ” he says , a smirk playing at his lips. Sams eyes mimic his brothers at your name.

 " Guys, can we catch up later, ya know after you get us out of these?“ Sam jingles the chains around his wrists.  You pull a bobby pin from your hair, going to release Sammy first. When his hands fall loose, he pulls you into a hug.

 ” I don’t think ive ever been happier to see you Y/n .“  Sam seems like he got 12 feet taller , making you feel like a 4 year old next to him.

 ” Sammy , i thought you were done growing, Jesus.  “  you hear Dean clear his throat,

 ” Come one y/n, these chains aint gonna unlock themselves.“  you send him a smirk ,strolling over to him .

” I don’t know Dean, i think i kinda like you tied up. Its a good look on you.“  you wink as you glide your hand over his chest.

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 ” Oh sweetheart, don’t tease me.“  You go to retort but Sam stops you  ,

” Save it for later guys, lets go. “ 

You unchain Dean , but don’t hug him. You follow after Sam  instead.   When you walk out of the warehouse, you go to stretch your arms, but a sharp pain stops you . Your hands fly to your ribs, you recognize the pain that was blooming. ” Son of a bitch ,“  you lift your shirt, black and blue bruises forming around your torso already. ” Damn vampires. “ you mumble.  

 ” Well what the hell do you expect when you try to take on a nest alone ,yn. “ Dean barks .Theres the Dean i know & want to kill.

  ” I didn’t try to do anything, i DID IT. Alone too , by the way . “ you shoot back .

” Barely sweetheart, next time don’t be stupid, you should of had backup.“

You scoff, ” Who was i going to call? You ? Is your age catching up with you already Winchester,  because you seem to forget who the fuck just saved your ass !“ you growl. Dean wasn’t that much older than you ,  just a few years. But you know how sensitive he is about it, so you use it against him.

 ” Can you two knock it off ! Jesus Christ,  you were about to rip each others clothes off less than 20minutes ago ! “  Sam yells.   You both roll your eyes at the younger Winchester.

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

 ” Y/n,  give me your keys. “ Sam demands, making your raise your eyebrow . You don’t feel like arguing anymore, so you hand them to him . ” You know , you’re kinda hot when you yell Sammy . I think i like it.“ you wink as you slide into your passenger seat. You hear Dean scoff, watching as he gets into Baby. Sam climbs in , starting the car.  As he drives you back to the hotel , he begins laughing.

 ” Do you always have to rile him up like that ?“ 

” He started it ! He couldn’t just say thank you? “

 ” You’re right, but so is he. It wasn’t safe to do that alone , and you know it.“  You mimic him in a high voice, as you step out of your car. 

 ” wait how did you know-“

” Its the only motel in town , genius.“

” … i knew that.“ you mumble. You go to open the door to your room, both boys behind you now.  You direct them to sit , as you go for your first aid kit. They don’t look too beat up, just a few scratches and bruises. It seems Dean has the worst of it , a long gash on his shoulder. Probably from not shutting his pie hole .

  You clean up Sams cuts, dabbing them with antiseptic and bandaging them as needed. When you get to Dean , you see the gash is deeper than  you thought . ” Alright Dean, shirt off. “ you command, grabbing the needle and thread to stitch him. He moves slowly , pulling his shirt over his head.  You try not to stare at his bare chest, but you cant help it.

Damn, no wonder women cling to him .

  You clean the cut, then try finding a comfortable position to begin stitching. Where the cut lands on his shoulder makes it hard to find a good, comfortable way to stitch him correctly.  You end up getting frustrated, not finding a stable way to do this. Dean continues sipping on the bottle of whiskey you pulled out , sending you an amused look. 


Originally posted by jessica-bones-winchester

He would find this entertaining, jackass.  You finally just decide to plant your self on his lap . It was the only effective angle that would keep you steady ,and make it easiest to do this. You straddle his lap, placing your legs on either sides of him . His eyes go wide as he start coughing on the whiskey in his mouth.  You send him a smirk , and get right to work.  Halfway through stitching him, his hands grip onto your waist, digging in every time the needle pierces his skin. You feel bad , even if it is Dean . You try to be as gentle as you can , but anyway you do this will hurt him . You decide to try and distract him,

 ” You know D, you didn’t have to get hurt in order to get me in your lap, i mean i know you’ve always dreamed of this.“ you flirt. He chuckles,

” Oh sweetheart, we both know you’re the one that wants to be here. But hey, i aint complaining.“   you roll your eyes, finishing the last stitch . As you move to get off his lap, his grip tightens, holding you on his lap. It catches you off guard, your hands fly infront of you  , landing on his chest to hold you up right.

 ” Dean what are you -“

” Promise me you wont be that reckless again.“ he says, his voice almost a whisper.  You look to Sam , seeing him passed out in one of the beds.

” I can handle myself. “

 ” I’m not saying you cant, but help never hurts Y/n.“ he reasons. You sigh, realizing he’s right.

” Ill try my best not to let it happen again, but no promises .“  You try to move again, but he still hold you to him

 ” Watching you kick ass was kind of hot, “ he says, moving a hand to cup your cheek.

Originally posted by ionmyway

what the hell is he doing?

  You awkwardly laugh , moving your hand over his and removing it from your cheek.

 "  Looks like the pain is making you delirious, Winchester. Lets get you to bed, you should try to sleep this off."  You move off him ,  a frown lingering on his face.  You wince, your movements causing your ribs to ache. Deans on his feet now, moving his hands under your shirt.  You let him lift it, uncovering your bruised body.  He sighs, releasing your shirt and going to the mini fridge.  He finds your icepacks, bringing them back and holding them to your ribs.  You let out a moan at the feeling of the cold hitting you. He raises his eyebrow,  you can tell hes about to say something but you beat him to it.

” Not a word ,Dean . Or baby will end up with a nice new paint job.“ You threaten.

” You wouldn’t.“ he challenged, You shrug

” You wanna risk that ?“ He grunts, and falls into the second bed.  He lifts up the covers, signaling for you to join him.  You’re used to sharing a bed with the boys, you would do it at Bobbys or on the hunts you shared before. You carefully slide yourself into bed with Dean ,being cautious of both your injuries. You end up being more comfortable on your side, apparently Dean has the same idea. He moves himself on the side without the cut, which results in him spooning you. He rests his arm low on your waist, avoiding going anywhere near your bruises. Your breath catches in your throat at his action, no matter how many time you may have shared a bed, youll still never get use to the feeling of  your heart fluttering when Dean shows any sort of affection.

” good night sweetheart,“ he says into your hair.

” Night , jackass.“     In minutes, Dean is lightly snoring into your hair. 

Originally posted by carpelunam

 When you wake up , there is no sign of Dean or Sam.  As you get out of bed, the door to your room flies open.

 ” Well , goodmorning Sunshine !“ Dean bellows as he places a fastfood bag on the table. You make a grossed out face ,

” Why are you so cheery , its too early for that shit Dean. “ you grumble.  He laughs, Sam enters the room, coffee in his hands. He hands you one, and you moan at the taste. Both men chuckle, and begin eating their breakfast.

” So Y/n, we were thining-“

” Well this cant be good.“  playfulness taking over your tone.  Sam rolls his eyes but continues,

 ” We think you should come with  us,  we could do really well on cases with three sets of eyes and ears. “ he suggests . You take  a moment, weighing the pros and cons. The only thing that would be bad, would be me constantly wanting to kill Dean and his stupid ass attitude.  But what the hell, Sams right .

  ” Fine, but if Dean gets on my nerves-“

” If i get on  YOUR nerves, oh Y/n-“

” He wont.“ Sam butts in.  Dean sends you a fake smile, a laugh escapes you .

” Alright then, partners.“you wink  . Both boys smile at you, looking genuinely happy with your decision.

 What the hell could go wrong?

Originally posted by thecwspn

What Dark Souls feels like after Bloodborne

Running speed: dramatic meme slow-mo

Estus animation: the slow and inevitable heat death of the universe

dodging: unbelievable sights, indescribable feeling, a whole new world, a new life-saver point of view

rolling: rickrolling

Attack speed of bosses and enemies: can I take a nap in the meantime?


health bar after attacks: where my rally aaat? Where my rally aaat?

shield: now I remember why I had one


scenery: such beautiful polygons,

Sen’s Fortress: three-layered fucked up chalice dungeon with misplaced swinging blades

O&S: nothing has changed about you. Come on and slam and welcome to the jam


Once upon a time, there was a small kingdom. In this small kingdom lived many people with many creative talents. Each person worked hard to do what they loved, whether it was art, writing, or simply making memes. However, there was one resident in the kingdom who disliked the current system. His name was Ultima. Try as he may, he could not find a talent for himself.

This filled him with rage. He came to the conclusion that if he can’t make his own content, he’ll profit off of other people’s content instead. Ultima rebelled and took over the kingdom, crowning himself as the king. He set into motion a new law that required every new piece of content created by any resident to be submitted to him first, so he could react to it. After reacting to it, Ultima would allow the subject to then share their content with the other kingdoms. However, since Ultima reacted to it, Ultima’s videos would gain massive amounts of views rapidly, while the original creator received almost no views.

The kingdom fell into despair.  Nobody was receiving credit for their work, while Ultima was gaining entire shipments of gold over his reactions. As a result, every single citizen fell into poverty, and most people gave up on creating content. Most people… but not all.

There was a girl living in the kingdom, named Star. She ran a small business, called “Star’s Visual Story Re-enactments”, where she would dub comics and share them with the world. She had two people helping her: her friends Vade and Max. Her most popular work was a dubbing of a comic made by another one of Star’s close friends, named Hawk. However, her videos didn’t receive many views, as Ultima had reacted to them.

King Ultima eventually decided that he wanted a bride to rule by his side. He entered the village and tried to convince Star to become his queen. She accepted.

Ultima treated Star like royal trash. He didn’t care for her at all. He only used her to gain more views on his reactions. She was kept locked in a room for most of the day, forced to create more content for Ultima to react to. Ultima gained billions of dollars over time from this abuse.

One day, Star asked the King if she could visit the village to see her old friends. He reluctantly agreed. Back in the village, Star met up with her old friends Vade, Max, and Hawk. Hawk was constantly blushing whenever Star was around.

Vade noticed that Star was looking upset. He asked, “What’s wrong?”

Star replied, “I… I can’t tell you… if you all found out, the king would throw all of us in irons-”

Vade grabbed Star’s hand and gave her a very serious glare. “You tell us what’s bothering you, right now. King Ultimate Fail can’t do sh-t to me.”

With a sigh, Star explained everything that Ultima had been doing to her. Max and Vade gave her one tidbit of advice: “Leave Ultima.”

The next day, Star snuck out of the castle, leaving Ultima for good. She was relieved to be free of his tyranny, and back to doing what she loved: dubbing comics. However, as the months passed, things only grew worse.

Ultima had taken 8 more women as his brides over the course of several months, forcing each to do exactly as Star had been forced to do. Whenever one bride left him, Ultima was simply convince another woman to join him. Eventually, one of the women, Jenn, revealed to Max what Ultima was doing.

Max was outraged. “I’ll break his knees, Jenn! His f–king knees!” Max rounded up all the villagers. Together, they decided Ultima had been king for far too long. Today was the day that he would be removed from his rule.

Star revealed to the other kingdoms what Ultima had been doing to the women. Every single other kingdom supported Star’s rebellion, and sent troops and weapons. Every man and woman geared up for battle.

The army stood on a ridge overlooking the King’s Castle. Vade rode on horseback, up and down the lines, giving a morale-boosting speech.

“Do not be afraid, my companions! God willing, we will break this man’s iron grip on our kingdom! Deus Vult! Charge!”, Vade shouted.

With a massive outcry of “DEUS VULT”, the army charged on horseback. Ultima watched the charge from his castle balcony. Ultima laughed at them.

“Pitiful fools! You’ll never get past my subscribers!” he shouted. With a single snap of his fingers, Ultima summoned his subscribers to combat the Crusader army. The battle was long and bloody, with many soldiers from both sides falling.

Vade swooped in on his horse and decapitated three of Ultima’s subscribers with one swing of his blade. Close behind him was Hawk, making kebabs out of enemies with her lance. Star was at the front, fighting valiantly. She longed for revenge against her former partner.

Ultima’s subscribers regrouped and reattacked. The Crusader army was being pushed back. Just as all hope seemed lost, a figure stood on the horizon

It was Max, on his horse. He unsheathed his rusty crowbar, Excali-bird, and waved it around in the air, shouting, “They need our aid! We shall not fail them! The kneecaps of our enemies will shatter with our arrival today! Bean Squad, ONWARDS!”

Bean Squad advanced at high speed, in a single horizontal line. Any enemy attempt to stop their advance was met with swift blows to their kneecaps. In a matter of seconds, what remained of Ultima’s army were writhing on the ground in pain, holding their disfigured knees.

“We have claimed victory! WE ARE NUMBER ONE!” shouted Star.

With no subscribers remaining to combat the Crusaders, Ultima became frantic. He grabbed a spear and threw it off the castle. It was flying straight at Star’s head.

Suddenly, one of Max’s bean squadmates, Napstabean, jumped in front of Star. The spear went deep into his chest. He collapsed on the ground in a mess of blood.

Max leaned down and shouted frantically, “Fellow Bean! Can you hear me?”

Napstabean coughed up some blood and grinned weakly. “F.. f..finish off that b#stard… for everyone’s… freedom,” he weakly said. With that, Napstabean closed his eyes forever.


 Vade shouted, “Bring in the mage!”

The Crusader mage, Dusty, appeared on the horizon. With one chant, three lightning strikes were brought down upon Ultima’s castle. The castle collapsed, killing the King.

When the dust settled, nothing was left of Ultima’s castle. With a cry of joy, Star hugged all of her friends. She then turned to Hawk, got down on one knee, and said, “Hawk.. I… I love you! Will you marry me?”

Hawk answered, “Of course!” They sealed their love with a kiss, marking the beginning of a prosperous new era for everyone.



Napsta: So, what do you think of my story, Max? For fictional purposes, events in the story don’t exactly mirror reality, but it’s pretty damn close.


Are you. shitting. my nuts? THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING! I’m sending this to the others brb.


For anon…enjoy!

Obi: *practicing with Anakin*
Y/N: *in the distance* I’ll see you later, Chen! I have to go practice some forms.
Obi: *arches brow* Hmm…
Ani: What next Master?
Obi: *smirks* How about a spar?
Ani: *nods* *twirls blade* Your move, Master.
Obi and Ani: *spar each other*
Obi: *winning* Really, Anakin. You mustn’t be so predictable.
Ani: *fighting back* Right, Master.
Y/N: *staring with wide eyes*
Obi: *glimpsing at Y/N*
Ani: *smirks* *pushes Obi off* *swings blade*
Obi: *ducks* That’s better, Anakin. *smirks* But not enough.
Ani: What do you-
Obi: *knocks Anakin’s lightsaber away* You’ve just lost your lifeline.
Ani: *pouts*
Y/N: That was amazing, Obi Wan!
Obi: Oh, Y/N! I didn’t realize you were here. *smiles* Were you here the whole time?
Ani: *rolling eyes*
Y/N: I must’ve just come in when you two started. You’re really amazing at dueling.
Obi: *blushes slightly* Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate the compliments.
Ani: *mocking him* *via telekinetic link* Why don’t you just tell her you love her?
Obi: *grinning through his teeth* *Force throws Anakin*
Y/N: *shocked* Oh! Is he alright?
Obi: *barely glances* Oh I’m sure he’s fine. Anakin is a tough padawan.
Y/N: O-Okay. Anyway…*continues to praise Obi Wan*

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Imagine: Facing off Against Azog to Protect the Line of Durin

Originally posted by iamjaynaemarie

You snuck a glance over your shoulder at the group of retreating dwarves.  This was it.  Your purpose for joining the Company and going through all sorts of crazy adventures was to ensure that Azog did not succeed in destroying the line of Durin. You had spent the entire journey trying to gain Thorin’s trust so that he would listen to you now because you knew very well what would happen if he didn’t. So, Thorin did as you asked.  He took the others and retreated from Ravenhill before they could face Azog.  A relieved smile graced your lips now that your friends were out of harm’s way.  

    But this task was only half over.

    Pounding footsteps approached from behind, and you turned your head to glare at the oncoming pale Orc.  He looked furious that his plan to lure the dwarves had not worked.  He towered in front of you.  

    This was the moment you had been training for the entire journey.  Things had been going smoothly so far, but this battle would finally put an end to it all.

    Your breathing quickened slightly from the fear and anticipation for the intense duel.  He was no ordinary goblin that could be outwitted so easily.  Your hand found its way to your sword hilt, fingers grasping it firmly.  The sword was unsheathed and held out as you prepared to engage in battle.

    Azog growled and lunged, and you swiftly darted to the side.  Your boots slid in the snow, but you managed to keep your balance as you swung your sword up to slash at his side.

    “Believe me, pal,” you spat.  “I know what you had in store for the line of Durin.”

    You ducked under his swinging blade and roughly kicked the back of his leg.  He fell to his knees and whipped his head around to glare at you.

    “Let’s just say that there’s a change of plans. Your sad attempt isn’t going to work,” you taunted his failed attempts to strike you with his blade.  “It was a nice try, really.  Oh, and by the way, I’ve always wanted to tell you what an absolute jerk you are.”

    Your words angered him to the point where he gathered the strength to stand to his feet and catch your shoulder with the tip of his blade.  An exclamation left your lips at the pain, and your hesitation gave him enough time to gain the upper hand in the battle.  He slashed at you with such ferocity that you were only able to deflect a few of his attacks with your sword.  The fourth slash knocked your sword aside on the snow, and you fell back on the ground from the force of his attack.

    He rested his foot on your chest, smiling evilly as the blade was raised a few inches from you.  Before he could continue, a harsh battle cry sounded behind you.  A familiar sword clashed with Azog’s blade, keeping it from piercing you.  

    “Keep away from her!”  Thorin yelled, bringing his sword down once more.

    “Thorin!” you called, struggling to get up.  Your eyes widened anxiously.  “You’re not supposed to be here!  You, Fili, and Kili need to get as far away as- oh my gosh. You seriously didn’t just bring them back here!”  You couldn’t believe your eyes as the brothers arrived on the scene.  No, no, no, no!  Your plan to keep them away from the danger and change the ending was falling apart in front of you.

    “Don’t look so cross, _______,” Kili told you with a playful grin despite the circumstances, helping you to your feet.  “We’re here to help you.”

   “Azog is too much!”  you protested.

    “Which is why we weren’t going to leave you to face him yourself,” Fili retorted, shooting you a charming grin before he went to stand beside Thorin and point his sword at the pale Orc.

     “He’s too strong,” you whispered beside Kili. “They won’t be able to defeat him without getting really hurt.”

    “Why are you so certain?” he asked, his dark eyes searching yours questioningly.  “Maybe.  Just maybe we have a plan.”

    “What do you-?”  You froze as Azog let out a sudden howl.  He hunched over in pain, revealing Sting plunged in his back and a certain sneaky hobbit standing there.  “What the-?  How?  Bilbo?” You gasped as you jumped to your feet, mouth agape in utter disbelief.  

   He managed to give you a sheepish look before returning his attention to the struggling Orc in front of him, who had begun thrashing around.  Seeing that things were getting dangerous again, you hurriedly grabbed your sword, marched right over, and slashed at the pale Orc repeatedly in a panic.

    “You.  Will. Not.  Kill.  Them.  Again.”  You shouted between strikes.  A pair of arms encircled your waist, gently restraining you while another hand covered yours before you could get another swing.

    “Enough, _______!”  Thorin warned.  “He’s gone.”

    “Calm down,” Kili assured you, and you realized he was the one holding you back.  “It’s okay.”  

    “He’s…gone,” you repeated as if trying to grasp the concept. “And none of you are dead.”

    Fili chuckled.  “No.  As you can see, we’re fine.”  But then his expression changed to one of confusion.  “What did you mean by that, anyways?  When you said he wouldn’t kill us ‘again’?”

    You sighed, closing your eyes as you decided it was finally time to tell them your long-kept secret.  “Because in my town, this whole adventure is a story. And it ends with Azog killing Thorin and you, and Bolg killing Kili.”

    The three dwarves as well as Bilbo stared at you in shock.

    “That’s how you knew about the second orc army before even I did,” Bilbo said.  “And how you knew about many other things along the journey.  Because you know the events of the story.”

    “It’s also why you wanted us to be a great distance from Azog during this battle,” Thorin realized.  “Why did you not speak of this before?”

    “Because I didn’t want to alter things.  If I told you ahead of time, it would change the course of events so much that I wouldn’t be able to keep track of things.  I would have risked getting you killed some other way.” You hesitated.  “As it is, we haven’t taken care of Bolg, so…There’s still a risk.”

    “I doubt that he-”  Kili’s sentence was interrupted as said Orc appeared.  He was making his way down from Ravenhill, looking angry as ever.  You panicked again when you saw the look in Kili’s eye.  “I’ve got this.”  He said in determination, heading off to meet Bolg in battle before any of you could stop him.  

    “What is it with you Durin’s folk and staying out of harm’s way?” you complained in irritation.  “Unbelievable.”

    Just as you and the others set off to make sure Kili didn’t get himself killed, an arrow flew in and went right through Bolg’s head.  The Orc stood there for a moment before crumbling to the snowy ground.  You followed the path of where the arrow had come from to see Tauriel standing a little further away with her bow in hand. She smiled in greeting, and you waved back.  

    Your shoulders slouched as you visibly relaxed, breathing out a sigh.  “Well,” you said aloud.  “This has sure been an interesting day.”  

   You folded your arms and watched Kili run to reunite happily with Tauriel. A part of you wondered if Thorin was going to get angry at his nephew for fraternizing with an elf, but you glanced over to see that the leader was watching the couple curiously.  It seemed that fighting alongside elves on the battle field helped him let go of his grudge.  

   “They’re cute together,” you commented.  Thorin merely gave you a look, raising his eyebrows incredulously.

   “I wouldn’t use the word…cute…” he said gruffly.  “But he does look very happy.”  He didn’t seem too keen to have his nephew romantically involved with an elf, but this was a start.

    A chuckle escaped your lips as you watched the Eagles arrive on the scene, soaring to the battlefield in order to wrap things up.

    “What do you say we head back?” you asked Fili. “It looks to me like we’ve got a victory feast to prepare.”

    He smirked and clapped a hand on your shoulder. “I have to agree with you.  Let’s go.”

    (Author’s Note:  In my ongoing denial of the BotFA ending, I have produced a much more acceptable alternative, thank you very much!)


“I couldna help my wife; I suppose I thought I might help you. Not that I could,” he added, with some bitterness. “I am as useless to you as I was to her.”
—Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 5

Perhaps it was something in the attitudes of the soldiers, an irritableness of mood that communicated itself to him in the cave. Perhaps only the sense of doom that had clung to him since Culloden, as though everything in his vicinity were tainted; at risk by virtue only of being near him. Whether he had heard the sound of the saber or not, his body had tensed itself to spring before he saw the silver arc of the blade swing through the air.
—Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 6

You can’t, it said to him, a thready whisper under the fury and the horror that filled him. He has done this for you; you cannot make it senseless. You can’t, it said, cold as death beneath the searing rush of futility that drowned him. You can do nothing.
—Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 6

“I had to do something,” he said, shrugging. “And if the English were fool enough to pay good money for my lousy carcass—well, there’s nay law against takin’ advantage of fools, is there?”
—Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 26

“I don’t know,” he said. “Damn me to hell, I don’t know what to do!” His hands flexed suddenly into fists at his sides. He shut his eyes, breathing heavily.

I felt even more frightened at this admission. In the brief time I had been back with him, I had grown once more accustomed to having Jamie always know what to do, even in the direst circumstances. This confession seemed more upsetting than anything that had yet happened.
—Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 39

And yet there was nothing we could do. If the little Chinese was innocent, we could not save him; if he was guilty, we could not give him up. The best we might hope for was that he would not be found.
—Claire in Voyager, Chapter 60

Angel With a Shotgun

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Prompt: Supernatural/X-Men crossover where Reader is an angel - a very unconventional, non-standard angel - that hunts with Sam & Dean and falls in love with Peter.

Editor: @fetus-twink-howell

Beta Reader: @nerdy833

A/N: Assume this takes place over the course of about 6 months to a year, I suppose. Sorry if the lyrics make it choppier, it just… felt wrong to leave them out. Also, please don’t kill me.

Get out your guns,
Battle’s begun.
Are you a saint or a sinner?

  Your eyes were closed the first time you ever heard his voice. It had been eerily silent in the forest that day, the dense quiet disturbed only by the sound of your footsteps. You didn’t mind, however. It was not often that you experienced the pleasure of true silence within the human world - or heaven, for that matter - and you were taking the time to enjoy it. Even if the silence meant that whatever you had been hunting was not hunting you.

  You thought about calling the Winchesters, but disregarded the idea, almost with distaste. They had their own problems to attend to, and this small vampire clan was the least of them. Besides, you were an Angel of the Lord. If you could not handle these simply creatures - ones who probably could not even kill you - you had fallen far, indeed. You paused then, your ears having picked up a sound in the distance. That was when the vampires made their first mistake. They did not stop moving quick enough, and you heard one of them move.

  You hadn’t whirled around, hadn’t bothered to even look, you’d merely slipped your angel blade into one hand and gripped your shotgun in the other. You held still, listening to the perfect silence. Listening for the mistakes.


  You whirled, throwing the blade - with enough precision and accuracy to scare any being - and firing the shotgun after it. Both projectiles met their mark. The vampire, most likely a fledgling, was too slow, too clumsy, to evade, and its head toppled to the ground within five seconds of you throwing the blade. One down, you thought, retrieving your blade, four to go.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I just discovered your tumblr and I love your headcanons and writings and I was wondering if you had time, you could maybe write a oneshot or hcs about the chocobros s/o having amnesia (with some angst maybe...?) Have a great day/night~

Oh yes hello! I’m glad that you like them!! <3

Yaaas! I can does the thing! I’m going to make them like… sorta mini-oneshots? I guess you’ll figure out what I mean under the cut ‘cause I don’t know how to really explain it XD

Warning: Spoilers!

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