the demon king of my heart

You Understand, Right (Series)

Summary: Y/N was 5 years-old when she knew with certainty that she would never be a part of the Winchester’s family. The phrase, “Family doesn’t end in  blood,” never applied to her, despite all her best efforts. Going as far to sell her soul for one of the brothers. Except, no one knew about her demon deal except for the King of Hell himself. Now that Crowley needs something from the brothers, her secret is exposed. How will the brothers deal with the fact that their adopted sister has been in hell for the past nine years without them knowing?

Total Word Count: 14 106

Part 1: You Understand, Right?

Part 2: What Happened? 

Part 3: Bargaining Chip

Part 4: Broken Promises 

Part 5: And Broken Hearts

Part 6: In My Time of Dying

Part 7: Divine Intervention 

Part 8: Unconvinced

Part 9: Bought With Lies - July 26th 12PM(EST)

Part 10: You Don’t Understand - August 2nd 12PM(EST)

Part 11: I Made My Decision - August 9th 12PM(EST)

Part 12: Who Will You Choose? - August 16th 12PM(EST)

Masterlist(UPDATED 7/22/17)

[**=smut/sexual tones]

ONE SHOTS

I Never Swam[**] Reader x Harry as a merman

I’ll Take Care of You[**] Reader x Harry as a Vampire King(based on True Blood)

Wild Angels Reader x Harry as a half demon/half angel guardian

I Touch Roses[**] Reader x Harry is a Daddy!Dom

Stole my Heart[**] Reader x Harry as a pirate

MULTI

There’s a Starman Reader x Harry as a alien PART I||PART II

Carolina Reader x Harry as a J1 Student PART I||PART II||PART III

Drunk in Love[**] Reader x Harry as the greek god Dionysus  PART I||PART II

Magic Man Reader x Harry as a witch PART I||PART II||PART II||PART IV[**]||PART V||BONUS

Fresh Blood[**] Reader x Harry as a Vampire(based on True Blood)  PARTI||PART II||PART III

The Woodstock Entries  Girl rides with brother to a festival, girl meets long haired boy, girl becomes a part of history. 1-3

REQUESTS

Request #1(Hey Angel) When Reader ends their life and Harry stumbles upon a letter.

Request #2(Kiwi) When Reader discovers they are pregnant after they break up with Harry.

Request #3(I Remind Her of Home) When Harry meets Reader’s Family

Request #4(Me, her and the moon) When Harry hates your boyfriend.

Request #5(Only Angel)[**] When Harry is an owner of a strip club and Reader is one of his dancers.

Request #6(Funny Girl) When Harry forgets your birthday but makes up for it in a big way.

DRABBLE

33.Baby, please

36. And you’re naked. Okay.

14. Can we just pause for a second?

24. So you’re my soulmate

26. So I lied

1. Holy shit you’re real!

11. Why are there four dogs in our house? We don’t own four dogs. We don’t even own one

29. I did not scream.

8. Let’s just pretend. Just for tonight

The John Green Playlist

Certain songs make you feel a type of way and so do John Green books. As I have said before, I love it when you read a book and there are songs that fit the ‘mood’ of the book. When I read John Green books, I listen to mostly indie, alternative music. Because I feel that that is the type of music that fits his books the most. I also feel like John’s characters would be the types of people to listen to indie/alternative music.

Here, I’ve compiled a playlist of 10 songs each for four of John Green’s novels. I’ll list down the title of the book along with the ‘theme’ of music that I think most suits the story/mood of the book.

(I know that TFIOS and Paper Towns have their own movie soundtracks, and both are really good soundtracks. But I enjoy making my own playlists)

1. The Fault in our Stars //Heartbreaking Love Story//
These are songs that give the listener a ‘heartbreaking love story’ feel. The kind of songs that ‘pluck on your heartstrings’
- Bloom by The Paper Kites
- One Day by Kodaline
- Firefly by Ed Sheeran
- Paint by The Paper Kites
- King and Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men
- Pretend We’re in a Movie by New Politics
- Stardust by New Politics
- Halcyon by The Paper Kites
- Vanilla Twilight by Owl City
- What You Wanted - One Republic

2. An Abundance of Katherines //Carpe Diem//
These are the songs that give you the desire to jump up and carry out the latin phrase ‘Carpe Diem’ which means ‘Seize the day’ or ‘make the most of each moment’
- Trojans by Atlas Genius
- Heroes by David Bowie
- Simple Song by The Shins
- Whatever by Oasis
- Smile by Mikky Ekko
- In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel
- The World is Watching by Two Door Cinema Club
- A Comet Appears by The Shins
- Something Good by alt-J
- Save Rock and Roll by Fall Out Boy

3. Paper Towns //Roadtrip//
Basically, songs you’d listen to while on a roadtrip with your friends. These songs also give you that ‘In a car with the windows rolled down and the wind on my face’ kind of feel.
- Chocolate by The 1975
- Different Colors by Walk the Moon
- Beast of Burden by The Rolling Stones
- Take a Walk by Passion Pit
- Houdini by Foster the People
- It’s Time by Imagine Dragons
- Tear in my Heart by Twenty One Pilots
- The Kids Aren’t Alright by Fall Out Boy
- Another Night on Mars by The Maine
- Everywhere I Go (Kings and Queen) by New Politics

4. Looking For Alaska //Teen Angst//
Songs about raging demons, self-hatred, regret, bitterness, depression, things Alaska Young might listen to.
- Kitchen Sink by Twenty One Pilots
- The Mess by The Naked and Famous
- Youth by Daughter
- Me by The 1975
- Never Let Me Go by Florence and the Machine
- Carmen by Lana Del Ray
- Asleep by the Smiths
- Conversation 16 by The National
- Under the Gun by The Killers
- Walk Away by Dia Frampton

So that was another one of my ‘Book Playlists’ I hope you guys liked it. And I will be posting a hell of a lot more of these because I love making them. The two things I love combined, music and books.

- Tris xD

Love Hurts

Originally posted by adaav

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam, Cas, Crowley

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Fluffiness, wedding, happiness, angst, sadness, someone can’t have me!!!

Word Count: 732

Summary: Sam can only watch as Y/n gives the rest of her life to him…

A/N: Ok, more angst with Samuel…did it from his POV, which was strange, but I feel like it’s worked out ok… Hope u like it!! Also, shout out to my awesome hoe @wayward-mirage​​ for reading this over and making sure it flowed!! Ur awesome!!

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My breath was taken away as soon as she began walking down the aisle.

God, she looked stunning.

The white dress. 

The way it made her skin shine. 

The flowers in her hands, making her eyes glimmer more than usual.

It was everything about her. Every little thing that I had fallen in love with.

And watching her walking down the aisle, Cas walking along side her, his own smile wide and bright, I couldn’t help the way my heart raced.

Our eyes connected for a few seconds, and I could swear, in that moment, I was done.

I knew she’d be the one I loved till the end of time.

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Voices

She started hearing voices her first night on campus. It was a strange college to be sure. All the traditions set her teeth on edge, but something had felt right when she clicked submit, so here she was. And, she was hearing voices. They weren’t the stereotypical, movie version of “crazy” voices, so at least she still had that. No, the voices were more like daydreams. They happened only when she was on the edge of consciousness, when she was almost asleep or almost awake. In the blurring of her conscious and subconscious minds she was able to here the clear, precise instructions. “Be the god they want to believe in.” “Promise them the revolution they will inevitably create.” “Be what they want until their belief makes it true.” It was all said in a cool, light yellowish voice. They, for after her friends boyfriend had been taken and returned she had no trouble believing in the fair folk, spoke to her like clockwork every time she was falling asleep. No matter where she was, no matter the time or circumstances, as she was enveloped by unconsciousness she had no choice but to listen to their counsel. And listen she did. She had journals, secret secret journals, filled with the words she heard. Maybe the fae who favored her didn’t know it, maybe they did, still they told her the history of fae and man. Wars and kings, gods and demons all swirled in her mind. From them she learned the strings of men’s heart and what it was that made fae exist.
It took till senior year for her to begin responding.
“Dear heart, most beautiful voice of my mind, what is it you would like to see?”
That first day she spoke was the only day they did not speak to her. She understood that they were slightly wary of their pawn becoming queen.
The next day they responded, “You are to be the leader of man who knows the hearts of fae.”
“What type of leader shall I be?” She queried.
“Cult, religious, political, it matters not as long as your fellows believe.”
After that they plied her with pretty words and poetry, always skipping around why they wanted her. But, this is where their actions turned against them. She knew enough of fae and man to know they wanted war, chaos, power vacuums to take for their own. They wanted her to start a revolution among men as they did among fae.
She wasn’t completely against the idea.

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You Won’t Miss Much, Pt. 1

This fanfiction is so near and dear to my heart, I’ve been waiting a while to post it but here it is! I have posted more chapters on Ao3,  and I will post those here as well. 

Summary: It’s been months since the war that changed every aspect of life in Erilea. Aelin Galathynius has survived against all odds and now is the rightful queen of Terrasen, but there are demons that still haunt both her and her court. And when she sends her king to deal with the rising tensions in Eyllwe, those demons begin their assault on everyone’s mind. And in the midst of it all, another surprise will either be the making or breaking of Aelin.

Warnings: Mentions of rape. Suicidal thoughts, torture, insomina, ptsd, depression.

Chapter Two

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The wind was tousling his hair. That was the only thing she could focus on. The near-rhythmic way his sliver-white hair was blowing in the cold winter wind. She wanted to run her hands through it, as she had last night. And again, this morning.

 She smiled weakly as Rowan cupped her cheek, his callouses scraping against her skin. “I don’t want to leave you,” he said quietly, gently, and Aelin felt tears well in her eyes. 

But she couldn’t cry, not now. Not as Aedion and Gavriel sat atop their own horses, watching and waiting for their king and queen to say goodbye. Not as Lysandra watched them, too, a stony expression over her face.  Aelin flicked her eyes away from his, over his shoulder and to the castle gates. Gates, he would soon ride out of, and away from her.

“It’ll be two months, Rowan. Three at most, you won’t miss much,” she said with equal quiet, but her voice wavered, and Rowan wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her forward. 

“I still don’t like the thought of being away for so long,” he said onto her hair, and a small part of her laughed at the thought of the lords and ladies watching their king and queen embracing in such a way. 

“I know, but you need to go. The other kingdoms need to see we stand with them,” she murmured against his chest. “And,” she added with a smirk, “Every now and again, us ladies need some peace from you heathens.”

Rowan huffed out a little laugh and squeezed her against him. Aelin inhaled deeply, memorizing his scent. She knew, deep down, that he would be fine. 

The disturbance was in Eyllwe, a group had gathered that disagreed with the current reign’s relationship with Terrasen. They said they were aligning themselves with the enemy, allying with the very same country who had once burned their villages. They refused to see that it had been Maeve burning those villages. They were revolting. And, gods-damn it, it scared the hell out of her.

But there was something else that nagged on Aelin’s mind, something she couldn’t put her finger on. She pulled away from him slowly, savoring every single moment his body was in contact with hers’. “You’d better be on your way; it’s a long trip.”

She took him in, the tight armor, the elegant swords strapped to his back, the numerous blades no doubt concealed about him. He looked like her king. She smoothed down the skirt of her ruby gown then slid her hands up over his chest, the leather warm and somehow comforting. Rowan’s eyes darkened slightly as she rose onto her tiptoes to kiss him, but she held back for a moment. “I love you,” she said as she brushed back a lock of his hair from his brow. “Come home to me, you Buzzard.” Rowan gave her that smile she loved and leaned down to kiss her, his lips soft and sweet against hers. The pine scent of him wrapped around her and she tangled a hand in the hair at the back of his neck.

  After a long moment, they both pulled away and Aelin felt the wind pick up around them. “I love you, too, Princess.”

She gave him a little smile and offered him her arm, which he took and led them to his horse, a chestnut beauty that was pawing the ground in anticipation. 

Rowan swung the cloak that had been resting on his saddle around his shoulders in a swift motion. He gave her a long look then stepped up into his saddle, swinging a leg over. She came around to his horses’ front, resisting the urge to slide a hand along his leg.

“You’ll write me any time you can, right?” She asked, looking away from him and towards the sprawling city of Orynth below them. “Of course, and anytime I can’t,” he said with a grin. 

Rowan scanned her face unflinchingly, and offered her his hand, which was warm and solid. “I’ll be back, Fireheart. You know that. And,” Rowan gave a grin that sent a thrill through her. “when I do get back, I am going to steal you away for a little while. Perhaps, to the manor. A week or so alone sounds lovely.”

Aelin nodded, smiling at the thought. “King Rowan,” came Aedion’s voice from behind them, and Rowan winced. He told Aedion not to call him that. “King Rowan, it’s nearly noon.” 

Aelin smiled ruefully and released his hand. “You’d better go.” Her voice was quiet, timid, and Rowan nodded. “I’ll see you soon, Fireheart.” Rowan studied her a moment longer, then leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to her brow. “I love you, Ro’.” 

Her king smiled at the use of that nickname, “I love you, too.” Rowan glanced around, his green eyes scanning the horizon. She saw the war-commander slowly rise in him, and watched, a little fascinated as Rowan spurred his horse forward. “Don’t get in too much trouble while I’m gone, Your Majesty.” 

He called over his shoulder as Gavriel and Aedion fell in behind him. The castle gates swung wide and Aelin memorized every single inch of his body, every movement he made as he rode away, she memorized those eyes that were still trained on hers. 

“No promises,” she called back, waving a hand slowly in his direction. And as Rowan rode away, Aelin felt something stir inside her, but she ignored it, too focused on her mate as he left.

Aelin watched as they trotted away, smiling as she heard the cries of joy and admiration coming from her kingdom as they saw their king. She heard, more than saw, Lysandra walk behind her. 

“I don’t like them leaving,” Lysandra said after a moment of silence.  Aelin nodded, hugging her arms to her chest. Lysandra sniffed and turned towards the castle, her black hair whipping in the wind. 

“We just finished a war, and here we are again,” Lysandra spat, the venom in her voice tangible. Aelin closed her eyes. This wasn’t a war. It was just her generals and husband going to speak to them. Show solidarity. “Not a war, Lys,” she reminded her again.  Lysandra huffed. “I know, but still…”

Aelin turned back to her friend. “I don’t like it either, but it has to happen. They’ll be fine, all they have to do is speak to few officials, shake some hands, be diplomatic.” In all honesty, Aelin wished she was traveling with them. She missed the friends she’d made in the Eyllwean court, but she had much to do here. Most of which had to do with tax plans and defenses and their relationship with the now tumultuous Fae kingdom. Aelin offered Lysandra her arm.

“Come, we’ve got tea with Lady Cale,” she said as she started inside, Lysandra lagging a bit beside her. The shifter laid her head on Aelin’s shoulder and they walked inside together, and Aelin gave her a pitying stare. “They’ll be back, Lys,” she reassured her.  Aelin tugged on the glimmering bond that connected her to Rowan, smiling when he felt his response.

Love you, Princess. Rowan’s voice rumbled through her mind, and she felt a smile in his voice. Love you, too, Prince, she purred back. A satisfied rumble raised goosebumps on her arms and she laughed under her breath. Lysandra raised a dark eyebrow. “Rowan?”

Aelin flushed, and Lysandra laughed, the sound echoing through the cold halls leading into the warmth of the castle.

“Yes, as a matter of fact it was,” Aelin squinted down at Lysandra, who was still leaning against her side. “How’d you know?”

Lysandra raised her head and shrugged, “You always get that little glint in your eyes when you talk to him.” Aelin rolled her eyes. “Alright, Lady. We’ve things to do,” Lysandra groaned and laid her head back down. “How about we hide in the kitchens for two hours.” Aelin grinned and dragged her friend to the tea soaked hell that was waiting for them.


When Aelin finally finished her duties for the day and returned to her chambers, she was utterly exhausted. And aching. All over she ached with tiredness and longing. She knew she was missing her mate, but shoved down on the feeling as she started her bath. With a sigh, she stripped off her gown without much difficulty. She could have called a servant, but it was easier this way— quieter.

Aelin settled deeper into the bath, the water covering her chin. Tonight would be a long one.

The scent of jasmine and verbena caressed her nose, and she sat forward, hugging her knees to her chest. Absently, she stared at the water swirling with her movement.

  It was horribly lonely without him there; without his quiet comfort. Aelin huffed a breath and grabbed a cloth from the bench of the large tub. Without much effort, she scrubbed quickly, then rinsed with equal vigor. 

As she did so, memories of the night before slipped into her mind. The memory of how Rowan had pressed kisses beneath her jaw, his hands achingly soft against her back. How he’d wrapped his arms around her and carried her from their spot before the fire to their bed, lying her on the soft mattress with reverence. The way his hands had felt on her skin as he worshipped her like one of the zealots at the temples.

I’ll think of you every moment, Aelin. And I’ll miss you… I’ll miss your touch.

He’d breathed those words into her ear after he’d made her break upon him… Aelin closed her eyes and splashed water on her face, but it did nothing to cool the fire in her veins. The ache for him was nearly debilitating, and she’d known it would be like this. She’d been preparing for it for the past week. But somehow, when he’d rode away, it had felt like a punch to the gut. Before, the carranam bond had made it feel like she was missing a limb, but now… 

Without her mate at her side it felt like someone had removed her heart. Angrily, she slapped the water with a hand. She would not let herself mope around for three months. 

  Forcing motion into her limbs, Aelin finished quickly and stepped out of the large tub, the air outside of the now-lukewarm water was freezing against her skin, and she snatched a towel off the edge of the tub. Longing for the warmth of her bed, she dressed quickly in one of Rowan’s undershirts and a pair of fleece lined leggings, and silenced the candles burning around the room.

As she finally slid into her bed, a book in hand, Aelin realized how deeply cold she felt. The damned winters.  “Fleetfoot!” she called, and smiled as the hound leaped onto the bed, her huge tail flopping against the pine bed post.

The dog lumbered up the bed and curled up on Rowan’s side, laying her head on his pillow. The dog looked up at her with doe eyes, and snuggled onto the pillow, huffing as she settled. Aelin rolled her eyes at the ridiculous comfort of her dog, and pulled her hair over her shoulder. 

Settling back against her pillows, Aelin opened her book and began to read, but after repeating a paragraph at least three times, she decided sleep was her best option. She tossed the book on the night table and smothered the flames burning around the room. “Goodnight, Fleetfoot,” she said as she tugged the blankets around her.

The dark silence of her room pressed in on her suddenly, and a breath ripped its way from her throat. Her breath began to quicken, and she felt the meal she’d somehow found time for earlier rise in her throat. She sprang up, tossing the sheets and duvet off her in an attempt to escape

. With a gasp, she lit the candle on the nightstand. Darkness retreated in the light, and Aelin exhaled harshly. It had been a damn long time since she’d last had panic attack. Silently, she thanked the gods that it hadn’t escalated.

Aelin?

She nearly sobbed in relief as she heard Rowan’s voice rumble through her mind.
Rowan— I’m fine. Truly, I just got nervous.

Aelin pressed her forehead to her knees, inhaling through her mouth, exhaling through her nose.

What was it?

The words were gentle, and she could almost see the concern in his green eyes.  

I wasn’t ready for the dark, she admitted.

Light a candle, Fireheart. You’re safe. I promise, Rowan’s voice soothed her more than she wanted to admit.

I know… I did. I’m fine.

Are you sure, Aelin? You could always go to Yrene for a tonic, or—

And though her heart ached at his worry, Aelin ran a hand through her hair and gave an exasperated sigh. I know, Rowan. Don’t get too pissy, I just panicked.

She felt his displeasure at her dismal, but ignored it. And, Your Majesty, don’t think that you get out of writing me just because we can do this.

Aelin felt his laugh, and she couldn’t fight off the weak smile tugging at her lips.

I’ll write you, Aelin. I promised.

She nodded to herself and nestled back into her pillows. She didn’t let herself think about why she needed that conformation that he was alive and writing to her.

I’m sorry I woke you… I love you, she said as she turned onto her side, and wrapped her arms around Fleetfoot.

Don’t be. And I love you, too, Aelin. Always.

With those words, Aelin felt an ease settle into her heart, and she sighed again. “Goodnight, Rowan,” she said, aloud. He was right, she thought as sleep edged its way into her body. She was safe and living and breathing, and the darkness had no chance.

Not Your Enemy

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings: Arranged marriage, angst, language, brief graphic death (nightmare), emotional hurt/comfort, very lightly implied smut.

Word Count: 1317

Prompts: This one and this one

Song Inspiration: Not Your Enemy by Jesse McCartney (don’t judge - it just seemed fitting)

A/N: Hello hello! So yesterday, the amazing @deseraysmiththings posted these great writing prompts involving arranged marriage with the Demon King. I wrote a drabble for one that ultimately inspired this one-shot. I really hope you all like it.

Quick reminder for new readers just joining in (hi new readers!): normally, I write fics for Supernatural. However, I’m also a huge fan of WWE and love reading the works of that community as well. After reading some brilliant pieces from - and chatting with - the amazing @devitt-club, I got inspired to write a fic featuring one of my current favorites: Finn Bálor. So I’m new to the WWE fanfic crowd and couldn’t be more thankful for the love I’ve received so far.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

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Howl’s Moving Castle Sentence Meme
  • “I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden.”
  • “Lets run! Don’t fight them!”
  • “Sorry, I’ve had enough of running away. Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you.”
  • “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
  • “What a pretty color.”
  • “It’s hideous! You completely ruined my magic potions in the bathroom!”
  • “I just organized things. Nothing’s ruined.”
  • “Wrong! Wrong! I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!”
  • “Now I’m repulsive.”
  • “I can’t live like this.”
  • “Come on, it’s not that bad.”
  • “You should look at it now, its shade is even better.”
  • “I give up. I see not point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
  • ”I’ve never been beautiful a single day in my life!”
  • “So you are going away.”
  • “Please, I know I can be of help to you, even though I’m not pretty and all I’m good at is cleaning.”
  • “You’re beautiful!”
  • “Well, the nice thing about being old is you’ve got nothing much to lose.”
  • “They say that the best blaze burns brightest, when circumstances are at their worst.”
  • “Yeah, but no-one really believes that. Come on, let’s be honest.”
  • “Wow,  your hair looks just like starlight. It’s beautiful.”
  • “All right, let’s get cooking.”
  • “I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful fire demon!”
  • “There you are sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.”
  • “Hey, hey! We’re busy here!”
  • “To me, it looked like the two of you were just leaving.”
  • “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t torment my friend.”
  • “This war is terrible, they bomb from the southern coast to the northern border. It’s all in flames now.”

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“You make me happy, whether you know it or not.”- Happy // NSN

“I mean damn, what’s not to adore?”- Trouble // NSN

“The more I think about, the more I want to let you know that everything you do is super duper cute and I can’t stand it.”- Can’t stand it // NSN

“Ever think what if we never met? Everything is just an accident. A happy accident.” - Happy accident // Saint Motel

“Everything you say it sounds like sweet talk to my ears. You could yell ‘piss off! Won’t you stay away?’ It’ll still be sweet talk to my ears.”- Sweet talk // Saint Motel

“You’re the only one worth seeing. The only place worth being.”- Cold Cold Man // Saint Motel

“2 am too tired to sleep, when what you wants not what you need, and when these walls don’t feel like home, remember that you’re not alone.”- Just keep breathing // We the kings

“You’re an angel, grab your halo, let’s fly tonight. Cause I’m never going down, I’m never giving up, I’m never gonna leave so put your hands up.”- Say you like me // We the Kings

“When the world falls into pieces, you’ll be my one voice of reason. When I can’t face all my demons, you’re the one I believe in.”- Queen of hearts // We the Kings

“Run, baby, run. Don’t ever look back. They’ll tear us apart if you give them a chance.”- Check yes, Juliet // We the kings

“I try not to get attached but your so cool and I’m such a fool for you.”- Miss yer kiss // SWMRS

“Tell me where you’re goin’ is there room for me?”- D'you have a car // SWMRS

“My head hurts, but without you it’s worse.”- My head hurts // Waves

“I’d wait here forever just to see you smile… I want you to know, through everything I won’t let this go, these words are my heart and soul.”- With me // Sum 41

“Are you okay? You can talk to me… Hey kid think you got a sec? I can call you. I just want to check in.”- The return of the waterboy // Modern Baseball

“Boy, I want you to be happy. Free to run, get dizzy on caffeine. Funny friends that make you laugh. Maybe you’re just a little bit dappy.”- Youth // Glass Animals

“You are out of my league, all the things I believe. You are just the right kind and you are more than just a dream.” -Out of my league // Fitz and the Tantrums

“You ask me what I’ve been doing with my time, I’ve been searching for you.”- She’s casual // The Hunna

“I guess we’re made from the same weird stuff, being a loser with you doesn’t suck.”- Loser // Julian moon

“Death is at your doorstep and it will steal your innocence but it will not steal your substance. You are not alone in this.”- Timshel // Mumford and sons

“Hey, don’t write yourself off yet. It’s only in your head you feel left out and looked down on. Just try your best. Try everything you can. And don’t you worry what they tell themselves when you’re away.”- The Middle // Jimmy eat world

“This is the first day of my life. Glad I didn’t die before I met you. But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you, and I would probably be happy.”- First day of my life // Bright eyes

“Send me your location, let’s focus on communicating, cause I just need the time and place to come through.”- Location // Khalid

“I love every little thing about you baby don’t you know? I even love when you’re mad and you’re so frustrated even though you make my simple life complicated, don’t go. Nah don’t go.”- Sunshine // G.love

“I use to read when there’s nothing to do but it’s funny doing nothing is never nothing when it’s something with you.”- Molly // lil dicky &Brendon Urie

“While I’m too afraid to expose myself, turns out you know me better than I know myself, well how bout that?” She’s mine pt 1 // J. Cole

“To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.”- There is a light that never goes out // The smiths

“Help me if you can I’m feelin down. And I do appreciate you being around.” -Help! // The Beatles

“Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting. Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been clear. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say, it’s alright.”- Here comes the sun // The Beatles

More things for @tgr155 because stuff like this is the least I can do for someone who deserves the world. And he’s got the best music taste in the world.

Company Is Welcomed

Crowley x Reader

Prompt #1: “Please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.”

Summary: When a hunt turns rough, a certain someone is there to help you through it; will the fact that you almost died be enough to finally admit your feelings for Crowley?

Warnings: Swearing, slight torture, blood, and FLUFF

Word Count: 1706

A/N: This is for @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester writing challenge. It should’ve been due back in December, but I’m completely horrible. Here it is! This is my first time writing any Supernatural x reader, so I hope you enjoy!

   Vampire nests are always easy to clear. Just stick to the plan, and everything will go smoothly. Unfortunately, working with the Winchesters is almost a guarantee that things will go wrong; and after hunting with them for 3 years, you think you would know this fact before you agreed to their plan in the first place. The plan is that you will be bait and on your word, the boys will jump out and help to take down the other vamps. This is only to happen once Sam and Dean scope out the warehouse to make sure there aren’t too many the three of you to handle.
   At their okay, you walk into the mostly empty warehouse that is basically in the middle of nowhere, keeping your wits about you. You see a shadow appear on the ground next to you and quickly turn to face the bloodsucker. About to give your cue to the boys for them to come and help out, you hear a low growl echo all around you. Turning your body in a slow circle, you see that you’re surrounded by way more than the three vamps that you were told there would be.
“Where are the brothers?” One steps forward from the shadows, lifeless eyes boring into you. With that question, you knew you had to keep your mouth shut.    
Shaking your head, you feigned innocence. “Who?”
With a short, unamused scoff, another vampire creeps up closely behind you. “You can’t expect us to believe that one hunter would attempt to take us on without backup?”
“To be fair, there were only meant to be three of you.” You mumble, trying to keep a quiver out of your voice. “That’s a fair amount for a strong hunter to take on.”
“She’s lying.” The first one states. “Her heartbeat sped up.”
The vamp behind you grabs your arms tightly. “Well we have to get it out of you somehow.” He whispers in your ear.
About to make a snarky comment back, you feel something hard hit your head, then everything went black.

   Coming to, you try to bring ah hand up to your pounding head, but realize that your hands are bound. You blink your eyes open, noticing there isn’t much light in the room.
   “Let’s see if your precious Winchesters will be able to find you now.” A sultry voice sounds from the shadows.
   “You moved locations.” You mumble, annoyed. The monster moved out into the dim light and nods, a smirk on her too overly drawn lips. “Good thing I came on this hunt alone.” You shoot out, realizing immediately how suspicious that had sounded.
   In a flash, the vampire moves right in front of you, straddling your legs and pouting.
   “Oh c’mon, I don’t like when I’m being lied to.” She drapes her arms around your shoulders. “It makes me really,” Her head comes close to yours. “Really,” She bares her teeth. “Angry.”
   Your eyes widen as you realize her antics and as you try to pull your head back, her eyes blaze in joy at the fear in your eyes and suddenly, her teeth pierce your neck.
   Biting your lip to keep from shouting out in pain, you feel a few tears slip down your face.
   “Where. Are. The. Winchesters?” The vampire asks, your blood dripping from her still bared teeth.
   “I don’t know.” You whisper.
   “Liar, liar.” She taunts, bringing her head forward again, this time to suck your blood. In no time at all, you begin to feel a little lightheaded.
   “Hmm, you’re pretty tough for losing so much blood.” The vampire notes. “But how long can you keep it up?” She gets up and circles around you, finally stopping on the other side of your neck. The feeling of her breath on your neck and the tips of her teeth ready to strike again, makes you tense up in anticipation.
   “I’d step back if I were you.” A voice growls.
   Looking over the vampire’s shoulder, you let out a breath of relief once you recognize the brothers. Their eyes widen in shock at the sight of your state. Pale skin, sunken eyes, wounds in your neck, and blood continuing to spill out. You’re losing too much blood, and it’s obvious on their faces that you look horrible, and need help. Soon.
   The vampire glares at you. “You lied to me, you little bitch.” She basically growls. “You’re going to pay.” Her voice turns dark, as she rakes her sharp nails against her skin to form a line, eyes gleaming in what can only be described as evil. “Let’s see what happens when you become the very thing your little pals hunt.”
   With wide eyes, you realize what she means as she brings her arm to your neck.
   “P-please, you don’t have to do this. There’s no point!” You try to reason with her.
   “But you lied to me.” She pouts, sounding sad. “Liars must pay.” She says in a way that makes you realize that there’s some back story behind why she dislikes liars so much.
   “Yeah you said that before.” Dean pipes up, creeping closer at a slow pace so she won’t notice. “What do you mean by that?” He asks, attempting to distract the bloodsucker.
   “Why must she pay? Because liars-” Her voice cuts off as her head is lopped off her body by something you can’t see.
   You let out a breath of relief and open your mouth to thank a Winchester, but your jaw drops at the sight in front of you.
   A certain suit clad, red eyed demon stands tall, a smirk on his face.
   “Crowley?” You breathe, feeling very lightheaded from the loss of blood.
   “Thee one and only, dove.” The smirk on his face slowly falls as he takes in your state. “Darling, look at you…” He walks to your side to detect how much help you need. With a snap of his fingers, the pain from your neck subsides. Crowley works at the ropes on your arms and legs, continuing to study your face. Although his demon mojo healed the wound on your neck, it can’t replace the amount of blood you had lost, and he can’t help but worry about you by the way your eyes keep slowly shutting, only to snap back open to settle your gaze on him.
   “Crowley, thanks for the help, but I think we’ve got it from here.” Dean says stiffly, walking over to pick you up.
   The King of Hell nods solemnly, knowing he is no longer wanted.
   “N-no!” You whimper. “I want Crowley.” You muster out.
   With a soft smile, Crowley leans forward and lifts you into his arms, kissing your forehead before raising his head and walking toward the Winchesters.
   “I’ll take her back to your so-called home, but don’t worry, I won’t harm my little kitten.” He looks down at you, pure adoration in his eyes.
   In a flash, you two are out of the dark room, and in your room at the bunker.
   “There you are, darling.” Crowley almost purrs, moving you into your bed.
   You still feel quite lightheaded, but the realization that you almost died starts sinking in. Eyes flickering to the red eyes demon, you notice your heart speeding up, and your face turning red. You had been falling for the King of Hell since you first met him. Why did the event of you almost dying make you suddenly want to shout it from the rooftops?
   “I’ll leave you to yourself now, love. Remember, just call my name if you need me, and I’ll be here.” Crowley moves to snap his fingers and vanish, but you quickly sit up and grab his arm.
   “Please don’t go, I don’t want to be alone.” You whisper.
   “Don’t fret, darling, those Winchesters should be home soon.” He pushes you to lay down again, stroking your hair softly. “You need to stay still.”
   “No, Crowley. I want you here with me.” You spring onto your knees to place a hand on his cheek. “I-I’m so sorry. I’ve never said anything before, and now I can’t even get it out. Crowley-”
   His gaze stays locked with yours as you lean forward and capture his lips with yours.
   “Dove, you’re not feeling well. We can discuss this when you’re not loopy from blood loss.” His eyes sparkle with what you can only identify as hope.
   “I’ll feel the same then too, just like I have been feeling. Crowley… I’ve been falling for you since you first called me kitten.” You smile, as he lets you guide him to sit on the bed. “I just, I never actually admitted it to myself until tonight.” Leaning forward, your gaze flickers between his chocolate brown eyes, and pink lips. “You show me how you feel all the time,and tonight, I could’ve turned into one of them, or even died and-” You break off, breath quickening.
   “Shh, shh, don’t over-do anything.” His hands smooth your hair, and urge you to lay down.
   “I could’ve died with you never knowing how I feel.” You finish in a whisper, gazing up at him.
   “Oh darling,” His hand caress your cheeks and he kisses your forehead. “I’ve known. I could tell, even when you couldn’t.” His lips curl into a smirk.
   “Then please stay with me. Please.” You’re almost ready to beg.
   “How could I resist?” He kisses you softly, moving his lips against yours in the most gentle way possible, moving to lay next to you and bring you in his arms. “With me, you won’t be alone. I’ll be here whenever you need me, dove, or should I say kitten since it’s what made you fall in love with me.”
   You roll your eyes and curl into the powerful demon who is being so careful with you.
   “Get some rest kitten. I’ll be here when you wake up, and then I’ll take you on a proper date. How does that sound?”
   No answer.
   “Dove?”
   The only sound in the room is your deep breathing as you sleep against him.
   “Dove?”
   You stir and clutch his shirt lightly.
   “Sleep well my darling.” He sighs with a small smile, kissing your head. “Sleep well.”

Just re-sharing this, as now I have full control of my words for it.

@asphyxion didn’t have to do all they did — I commissioned a sketch, fully aware that the results could be messy and rough. Still, I inquired, and received this.

It currently sits on my phone as the lock screen, my characters finally brought to life. The innocent Little Red and his predator stalking behind him, the Wolf. Two actors on the stage of life, one with a role in the limelight, and one bound to play the background and twist it to his tastes.

I can’t express enough how much I adore this. I am picky — anyone who knows me can tell you. Writing-wise, I scare people away from asking me to review their work; art-wise, I may not be talented, but I know what looks good and what doesn’t.

I managed to completely destroy my computer prior to receiving this, but this kept me from being too upset. It also drives me to finish my tale, and, perhaps, make Eddward smile for more than a moment. He deserves that much.

Once this tale ends, King of Sweets shall take the field. That teal-haired demon with the heart of gold in his eyes, and his spiteful prince who sees him as nothing but his cover, it is a tale I will adore telling. As well as bringing Jamie to life — Nat needs a Jamie in his life. You’ll understand when I get to the next chapter :3

Alright, I am satisfied now. I have tagged, and can add tags to this, unlike my attempts on my phone. Adios, my friends~

And my dearest followers~

Heart Comps. 3: Darkness Fuels Jealousy

A/N: IT’S BAAACCCKKKK. Heart Complications 3 is here! Now I’m warning you more, this is going to get violent, dark, abusive. We’re gonna see how bad the Demon side of Finn is, and we’re gonna see that he’s got interesting powers in the next chapters. This? It’s just a prelude. There’s no smut in this one, just general freakish things. AND YES I know that Finn would never be this way, however, this is my fic and this is how I feel the Demon King would act.

Characters: Reader Inserted

Word Count: 2,590

Triggers: Stalking, Anxiety, Threats

Type: Non-smutty.

Tags: @neeadinghugs @deseraysmiththings @panic-angel3314 @ambrosegirlforever @queen-twerks-a-lot @baeckyshorsewomen @mishaandtears

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What happens when Finn gets jealous? He loses control of who he is.

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Originally posted by baleesi

Waking up in an empty hotel room used to be fine for you. You loved your independence. You thrived in your aloneness. After that night with Seth? Not so much. I guess it’s a good thing you’ve had a 6 day weekend in the beautiful city you reside in.

You remember waking up to a couple of passive aggressive texts from Finn from the last few days. He wasn’t happy that Seth was first, and that he didn’t understand why you didn’t come to him. You know he’s called the Demon King for a reason, you just didn’t know that the Demon would be slowly coming out in jealousy fits.

You wake up to the light hitting your face. Your eyes, barely holding open as you fully come to. That’s when it hits you. Sunday. Tomorrow is Raw. I haven’t packed. Plane leaves at 8pm.

You check your phone for the time, when you notice the text message light blinking. You’ve fully avoided your gang of misfits all six days, which apparently has worried them.

Because your phone has 25 text messages and almost 40 missed calls. You roll your eyes and begin to scroll through.

You click Romans box first, the text messages pull a smile on your face.

Rome: Are you alive?

Rome: We haven’t heard from you in days.

Rome: Come on call me back.

Rome: I’ll send the goddamn cops, woman.

Rome: I’ll Liam Neeson you.

You send back, “yeah, I’m alive, just needed a break”, before clicking Jeffs box next.

Jeffro: I get that you need space but you gotta check in man.

Jeffro: Finn has been asking us if we’ve heard from you.

Jeffro: I think he likes you.

Jeffro: I don’t blame him but for real answer your phone!

Jeffro: Just got off the phone with Finn, again. He’s worried about you. Call him.

You hit the reply box, “I’ll call him after I wake up a bit more, I needed a break”. You enter Dean’s texts.

Dean: If you’re not either dead or dying when I see you, I’ll make sure you’re one of those options.

Dean: Getting us all freaked out that you’re dead. Dick.

You laugh hard, “back at you, douche”, clicking reply. Next is Seth.

Seth: Did I do something wrong? I haven’t heard from you since that night. Call me back.

You text Seth, “no, nothing you did, I just needed to be alone, sorry to worry you. See you at RAW?”

And the dreaded 12 text messages from Finn. The lump in your throat forms, more scared than sad.

Finn: Are you okay? Call me back.

Finn: Look, you need to tell me if you’re alive. Answer.

Finn: I’m getting really, really upset that you’re avoiding me.

Finn: Do you hate me or something?

Finn: I can’t get ahold of Seth either. You two having fun?

Finn: I still don’t understand why you’re into him. It’s weird.

Finn: But clearly he’s won you over so I’ll just leave you be.

Finn: You know I hate it when you don’t talk to me.

Finn: (Y/N)..

You don’t even read the rest. You just start clicking away. “I’m alright. I’ve been AT MY HOUSE for the past six days. I wanted some alone time, because ever since I slept with Seth, you all have been fighting for my attention. YOU MORE THAN ANYONE. If I want to sleep with any of you, I’ll make sure to let you know”.

You hit send and get out of bed, not even comprehending why he’s so upset. It’s unlike Finn so much, so it scares you. You’re not dating, you can sleep with who you want. You mentally shrug and pull your hair into a ponytail before looking through your dresser for clothes to bring on the new States tour. You don’t even know where to start, but what you do know… is that you’re bringing a lot of lingerie.

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You slowly make your way around the Talking Stick Resort Arena in Phoenix, AZ, catching Romans eye from down the hall. He stops his conversation mid sentence to charge at you. You brace yourself for floor impact, dropping your bags, but you’re lifted off the floor in a big spin hug.

“Rome, you’re crushing me”.

Ohp”, he says as he sets you down gently, “I forgot that you’re tiny”. You hit his bicep playfully as he grabs your bags. That’s when he looks at you almost sympathetically. You roll your eyes.

“What now, Rome”, you ask before gazing into his blue eyes. His mouth twists, like he’s contemplating even telling you, that’s when a deep sigh leaves his body.

“Finn… isn’t Finn right now”, he mumbles as you both begin walking to the locker rooms to get ready for the show, “you see, we’ve been around him long enough to tell the signs, but you..”, he pauses, “you’re new”.

A look of confusion plays on your face, trying to decipher his words.

“When Finn is mad.. or jealous.. or basically any type of negative emotion.. something else comes out.. someone else”.

“What do you mean by that? Why is it aimed towards me?”

“He’s got a thing for you, he has since he met you, and when you slept with Seth, his someone else started to begin to show through”, you both turn the corner, walking down a long, quiet hall, “and what you sent him today pushed him into dangerous territory, a place none of us have seen in quiet a while”.

Finn turns a corner, standing in front of the both of you, “speak of th’ devil, am I correct”? Your body detects the instant change of atmosphere as he stands in front of you, almost taller than usual. Roman keeps close to you, ready to jump at any given time.

Your lips let out a faint whisper, “hiya finn..”. The words from your lips make him lick his slowly, “she haven’t a clue, has she”?

As Roman and Finn stare each other down, Romans arm hovers in front of you protectively. You eye Finn up and down. He is taller. You begin looking harder at him, his silky white Irish skin you knew is almost as stark as fresh snow. The pitch black suit doesn’t help. Your eyes trail along his elongated body to his face. His lips that used to be a wet, pouty pink, have become dry, and three shades lighter. His normal bright blue eyes are an ashy gray, followed by a hint of smoldering red. You take a step back to assess this situation. His grin upon his face plays wider, taunting you to make any sort of statement, any sort of sudden move.

“I can hear your heart beating faster, ya should probably go”.

You begin to walk past both Roman and Finn. He grabs your arm tight.

“Don’t worry, little one”, his words like shards of glass against your face, he leans in close, “I don’t have a match tonight, even if you run, I’ll find you”. That’s when he whispers something into your ear, something you can’t decode, but the sound of it makes your ears ring louder than church bells. You pull away and notice the devilish grin form on his face, gulping down a swallow of air as you look into his shadowy eyes. He allows your arm its freedom as Roman follows you into the locker room. His face almost as white as the walls behind him.

“Sooo… yeah that whole Demon King Finn thing? Yeah, real.”

I can fucking see that, Rome”.

He starts laughing as you calm your breathing, but he slyly locks the door behind him. Roman saunters up to you, standing directly behind you.

“Sorry for protecting you”, he pulls you by the shoulder so you’re facing him, “I know you don’t need any but I felt.. dominant.. around you”. Your breathing stalls as your hand reaches up, placing it on his chest. You immediately know you want to feel this man inside you. You also immediately know who lurks out in the shadows.

“Rome, I want to, so fucking bad”, you pull your hand away from him, “but we’re gonna have to wait until this shit with the Demon King is over”. His assuring smile lets you know that’s alright.

“I just want to make it through this night unscathed, okay?”

He kisses the top of your head, letting his lips linger on your skin for a couple seconds longer, “I’m always going to keep you safe”. You breathe into his neck. Safe. It’s the one word you’ve needed to hear since you ended up in the warpath of a jealous demon. Your heart calms at the sentence, knowing you could be hurt as soon as you walk out the door.

“Rome”, your inquisitive voice protrudes with a nervous break, “you said Finn isn’t Finn, which is very understandable now, but if he’s not Finn, what do I call him”? You feel Roman take a nervous gulp.

“Bálor. He’s Bálor. Demon King from the depths of an unruly hell”, he steps away from you, “who is using Finns jealousy to bring himself out, which means”.. Roman stops himself and takes a step away from you, before placing his hands upon both your shoulders, “we’re gonna get out of this room, okay”?

“Roman, what? ‘Which means’ what”? You struggle to grab your bag but he throws it over his shoulder.

“Bad things. Follow”.

He takes your hand, peeking his head out from the door, making sure there’s nobody around. “I’m taking you to Seth and Jeff”, he mouths, just in case. He begins heading down the hallway, always looking to make sure you’re not in any danger.

“Why”, you mouth back.

“I have a match with Dean”, he replies, looking back at you, “they’ll be able to help if I’m not around”.

Roman finally bursts through the door with force, making both Seth and Jeff jump from their chairs around a smaller table. Seth throws his cards halfway across the room in shock as Roman locks the door.

“Rome, the fuck man”?

You step from behind him, the expression on your face confirming their worst fears. Seth drops his anger, pulling you into a tight embrace. Jeff lowers his head, “she has, hasn’t she”? Roman nods, stripping his clothes off, ducking behind some lockers to get changed.

“Yeuhp, she has, and that’s not even the worst part”, he buckles his wrestling gear up as Dean comes staggering through the bathroom, “if that ain’t the worst part, what the hell is”?

Roman steps back to everyone, pulling his top over his head, “he’s so beyond a jealous rage that he relinquished his entire being over”, he clips his vest. He motions for Dean to follow him out, “so keep an eye on (Y/N), she’s gonna need it, especially with Bálors jedi mind tricks”. They leave, the door clicking locked behind them.

You dig through your marked outfit box, hoping to find something colorful to pep you up out of your funk. Oooh, lime green. You pull your outfit out and Seth looks up, “need me to help”, his smile beaming with his question. You mess up his hair, “I think I can dress myself”. You turn and disappear into the bathroom, Jeff and Seth both watching until you’re out of view.

It’s not very big, it never is, but the showers have great water pressure and the steam helps you relax. The hot water runs over your tired, drained body, hoping to find any bit of energy to get through your match. You step out, a towel loosely wrapped around your body. The shower door is locked shut, but it feels chilly, even with all the hot steam. You seem drowsy, hoping you’re dreaming as your towel falls off your body. You bend pick it up, but it gets kicked away from your hand. The bathroom lights begin to flicker a little.

You shoot straight back up and look directly into the mirror. Bálor. You turn around, but he isn’t here. Jedi mind tricks. You slowly face the mirror again, and this time he’s closer, reaching up and tugging a clump of your hair hard. You instinctively throw a punch into the wall, and everything stops, except for a soft laugh. You’ve never dressed faster in your life.

You step back into the locker room, and the four boys are there. Roman and Dean sweaty from their match. You look confused.

“How long was I in there for”?

“Almost an hour and fifteen minutes, they got back an hour ago”, Jeff replies, “are you alright”? You nod, lacing up your boots for your upcoming match. Dean perks up, “I suggest we all follow her to gorilla, so she doesn’t run into DemonDick”.

“He’s not a dick”, you lace your boots tighter, “he’s just.. not himself”. You hate when they talk about him. Finn is still your friend. He’s just not Finn. You stand up, heading towards the door.

“I can take care of myself, just stay here”, you assure them as each one looks at you, almost pleading to not go out alone, “I got this”. You smile.

You head out down the hallway to gorilla as you run chest first into him. You most certainly don’t got this.

You push him a little, “move”, your tone harsh. He catches your wrist, “now, now, look at ya”, his smoldering dead gray gaze slowly looks you from top to bottom, “such wonderful colors for someone apparently dark enough to dare piss me off”, the tone in his voice is gritty, “I should teach ya not to do that right here”.

Bálor slams you against the wall, hard enough to prove a point, watching the breath escape your lungs, “but I’m not one for foreplay”, he breathes out from his nose, the playful evil look turns to rage again, “I’ll see you later”. He removes his grip, sauntering away as if it never happened.

Your match with Sasha Banks went smoothly, you pick up a win just before Wrestlemania, where you’re supposed to team with Finn. You just hope Finn is Finn by then. The boys meet you in the gorilla, your stuff with them.

“We’re headed to the hotel, Finn has a room with us, we booked you a different one on the other side of the hotel, where maybe he can’t find you”. You thank them as you all head down the street towards the hotel, draped in a long jacket, you in the middle of four overprotective men.

Roman helps you to your room, the tiredness sinking in as you can barely see straight as you get to the door.

“You going to be okay?”, he asks, the genuine concern is refreshing after the day you’ve had. You breathe out almost in a defeated tone, “yeah, I think I will be”.

You watch his face twist a little, almost regretting letting you be alone in your room. He kisses the top of your head before handing you your bag.

“I know you’re worried about Finn, but you don’t have to be. Get some sleep, okay? You deserve it.”

Your innocent smile plays up, “I will Rome”.

“Call if you need help”, he says as he heads down to the elevator. You shove the key card in the slot and push open the door, closing it slowly. An instant chill runs from your lower back to your spine.

“I told you I’d see you later”.

3

With this crown,
I give my loyalty.
With these hands,
I offer my service.
With this heart,
I give you mine.
Always and ever
My love ever true,
Always and ever
Shall be my love for you.
While I give you my heart,
Let you never break it.
While I give you my fealty,
Let you never shake it.
Yet I give you my thirst
And I ask you to slake it.
In Love, in Friendship let us reign.
— Love of The Claddagh, by Jillian Godsil.


Imagine your wedding day to the Demon King. You were dressed in a beautiful gown, and your hair braided and decorated in small flowers.

Finn couldn’t take his eyes off of you.