they will never tear us apart again

We are slowly building the world of a past campaign.

Context: We recently started a new campaign with the same group of players who were playing in the campaign we just finished. The current campaign takes place in the same world, but like 200 years in the past, before the events of the old campaign. The party (Half-Elf Wild Magic Wizard, Human Fighter who was raised by Orcs, Incubus Druid who was assigned to be our babysitter, Yuan-Ti Rogue) has just gone through a ridiculously silly dungeon to farm XP and get gold and somehow ended up back in the bar in the town. Only the Wizard and the Rogue(me) passed the will save to realize we were still in the dungeon.

Wizard: (As I’m trying to figure out what the heck is going on with this bar) I’m going to go to the bathroom to try and look for anything weird.

DM: Okay, you walk into the back hallway and see several doors-One medium sized male door, one medium sized female door, one medium sized ambiguous door, one large door, and one small door.

Wizard: I open the medium male door.

DM: You walk in and instead of seeing the usual latrines you’re used to, you see what looks like a modern toilet with the porcelain and the handle and everything.

Wizard: I inspect this weird contraption!

DM: As you’re looking at it, you toggle the handle and flush the toilet. You’ve never seen anything like this, so you’re pretty freaked out.

Wizard: I start tearing apart the toilet and scream, “SHOW YOURSELF, TINY SORCERER!”

The rest of us hear him and, while the Druid tries to contemplate his existence and the Fighter picks fights with the bar patrons I go to check on him.

Rogue: What is wrong with you?

Wizard: I’m trying to find the wizard behind this contraption! Watch! *flushes the toilet again*

Rogue: *shocked, but too tired and busy trying to figure the illusion out to give too much of a damn* You…I don’t even care… *walks back out into the bar while the Wizard continues trying to find the magic user he’s convinced is making the toilet work*

DM: (OOC) So, by the way, this is where Brinna gets the idea for the Toy-Rey she showed your other characters in the old campaign, your stories of this bar bathroom.

In An Instant: Part Ten (END)

Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I’m finally wrapping up this series. It didn’t quite go the way I had anticipated but I enjoyed it. Thank you to all of you extremely patient people who followed along with me. I’d love to hear what you thought of the series as a whole and what I should/shouldn’t do in future series. I love you all. Special thanks to my babe, @sebbytrash, for reading through this for me. I love you.

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When you awoke that Saturday afternoon, a mere three weeks since you met the life ruiner, Bucky Barnes, your heart literally hurt. Who were you to stop a wedding? You barely knew this guy. There was nothing you could do.

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Grandparents of Eric Harris


Richard Pool was born in 1922 and passed away in 2015 at the age of 93.

Elaine Pool was born in 1924.


On the day of Columbine, at around 6:00 p.m., Pool neighbor Steve Ferguson noticed cars belonging to Pool’s relatives when he got home from work, but he didn’t go over to the Pool’s home that day. He called them two days after. 

He said: ,,Elaine, so what’s going on? I noticed the cars over there the night of Columbine. Did something tragic happen to a grandson or granddaughter?’’

Elaine, Eric’s grandmother, said: ,,Yes, I had a grandson that was killed, that was killed in the Columbine shootings.’’

He expressed his condolences and extended his sympathy. Then he asked: ,,Which one was he?’’

Elaine broke down and said: ,,My gosh, he was the killer.’’

He then asked the name of the grandson.

,,Harris’’, his grandmother said.

,,His name is Harris.’


The weekend after Columbine, Ferguson was doing chores outside his house. Richard Pool, Eric’s grandfather, came over with tears streaming down his cheeks. He was emotionally shot, he tried to explain a little bit what was going on.

Ferguson said: ,,You don’t have to explain.’’ Again, he extented his condolences and his feelings. ,,This has got to be tearing you apart.’’

Mr. Pool acknowledged that, and he just said it’s tough. He said it’s eatin him alive. He said he can’t sleep.

Mr. Pool said: ,,It will never be the same for us, ever.’’ 

Ferguson does not believe the Pools mentioned their grandson ever again.

You know, I finally got over you. I spilt all my emotions into notebooks and cried through a pen and was left with pages of poems filled with you. It took me years and a strength I never knew I had. You changed me, there is no doubting that, I never returned to the girl I once was. The naïve sixteen-year-old who thought that love would never hurt her. I was angry at you for a while, and then I wasn’t, and then all I did was cry and then I just longed to be held by you at 3am when my tear soaked pillow reminded me of everything we’d lost. Then i was over you. I really was, I could drink black coffee again, I could go out with my friends again and I could listen to all the songs that reminded me of you with out crying. Then I came home for Christmas to visit my parents in the small town we met. The fairy lights and the Christmas tree and the decorations in everyone’s windows changed something and then I saw you. You hadn’t changed, and the soft twinkling lights against your face made me forget that I was over you and I guess I fell again. I hate that you have the power to do this to me, I hate that you can make me feel like a giddy sixteen-year-old again. I left her behind a long time ago, ran away from her. Moved to the biggest city and got the hardest job I could find. Cut my waist length hair and abandoned my favourite candy floss coloured hair clips. Just so I could leave behind the girl who had no other aspirations than to marry you and have kids and a dog and a cute house with a fence and daffodils in the garden the one we always use to talk about. I ran away and left behind the girl who didn’t need anything more than you. You saw me and you smiled. That little smirk that haunts my dreams but makes them worth remembering. You didn’t ask about my job and you didn’t tell me how proud you were of my promotion; you weren’t impressed by the small town girl living in a big city with an expensive apartment and designer shoes. All you said was “you cut your hair? I like it” After all those years and tears and poems and waking up next to strange men with blue eyes and brown hair, all you could say was “I like your hair”? I’ve never fallen harder or faster or deeper in love. We stood on the same pavement we stood when you gave me a plastic ring all those years ago when we were sixteen and we started laughing like we were sixteen again, and you looked at me like you use to before everything got complicated and heavy and hard. We aren’t sixteen anymore and things are even more complicated now and I don’t love you as much as I did. I love you more, because the truth is I never stopped, I didn’t get over you I just buried you and replaced you with the little things I could fall in love with like hot cocoa in the winter and walks through the park on my days off. I guess when I came back to this small town the girl I ran away from all those years ago found me again and now all I can think about is candy floss coloured hair clips and what we might name our kids, whether they’ll have my eyes and your nose or my long legs and your smile. I don’t know but I know I was made to love you and every time I look into your blue eyes I’m certain that I’ll love you as long as I’m alive.
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L.S.

This is my first long one so let me know if you like/don’t like it

Unplanned Pt 1

So This is actually an old idea, but I wasn’t sure how it would all play out until I got a stroke of genius. So enjoy! Part 2 should be up sometime soon. 

This is set in the Movie Logan timeline. 


Living in the compound wasn’t so bad. We had everything we needed, or so I thought. It all started six months ago. I woke up from a haze, I was dizzy and couldn’t even let a thought pass through my head without the world spinning out on me. My husband sighed as I left the bed as he just fell asleep, I got up trying to reach the bathroom. I fell immediately, scraping the palms of my hands and kneecaps. The sting was enough to make me hiss and groan. Logan heard me the got up out of obligation. He bent down and picked me up, I listened to his struggled breathing as we walked to the tub, he set me on the rim and pulled out a rag and some whisky, we really needed to go shopping soon. My head was still fuzzy, all the pain from him dabbing the alcohol on the wounds was terrible to put it simply. “So what happened?” He coughed. I Opened my eyes as much as I could, looking down at him helping me clean the cuts. “I woke up dizzy, I tried to get up to the bathroom so I could take something but ended up falling.” I held my head to my palm for support. “You could’ve asked me to get up y’know.” He sighed, putting the bottle to the rag again, pressing the liquid to the open cuts. “I wasn’t about to do that, you just got home babe. Honestly, waking you up is always the last thing on my mind.” I say, now rubbing circles on the temples of my head. He put the cap back on the bottle and put the towel away, he then goes to the mirror and opens the door to what we called a medicine cabinet which was an understatement, he pulled out an almost empty bottle of aspirin and gave me one pill. “God, we really need to go stock up Logan, Its been over a month.” I remarked taking the pill from him. “You don’t think I know that (Y/N)?” He replied closing the cabinet and sighing, and walking over with a glass of water. Handing the cup to me, I quickly took the little bit of medicine and drank the entire glass, which was even strange for me. I looked at him with an apologetic look. He worked so hard to give us what we already had, not to mention not just having to provide for me, but an ailing Charles, and Caliban. “Your head back to normal?” He asked now standing in the door way. I shifted my eyes to him, I nodded. “Good, I’m headin’ back to bed babe, don’t be long if you can help it.”  I nodded again. “I’ll be there in a minute.” Gosh four months, four long agonizing months I’ve had to lie to him. I stood up slowly and closed the door. The long baggy worn shirt that covered me had definitely seen better days. I lifted the shirt just enough to see the little bulge that was growing in my mid-section. I ran a hand delicately over the bump, feeling a nudge agent my palm. I smiled. Sighing I washed up an went back to the bed, seeing Logan passed out again. I carefully snuggled between his arms and chest before resting there. I observed his face for the billionth time, he changed so much, so many scars, so much gray hair, so much lost time. I ran my hand across one of the few scars on his aged face. “If only you knew what was coming.” I whispered, tucking myself further into his grasp.


The night had fallen over the building, Caliban was already up washing clothes and cooking food for Logan. I was now dressed and helping him with whatever he’d let me. I walked over to the sink, and started washing dishes. Caliban glanced over, not saying a word. “It’s really annoying when you stare at me Caliban, just ask me what you want too.” I said placing cups into the sink full of water. “Have you told him yet?” I dropped a cup on the floor, no one knew. I turned around panicking. “How did you know?!” I said giving him a deadpanned look. He looked away, feeling ashamed. “Y-Your, Clothes are getting tighter, in certain areas. I would say you’er gaining weight, but theres no why with how little you eat.” He stated, now picking up a broom to sweep up the broken glass. I took a seat at the table, hands in my hair, and tears running down my cheeks. “I knew I couldn’t keep it away from him forever, but, I can’t… I can’t.” The dam burst, tears flowed like a waterfall. Caliban dropped the broom and came over, hesitantly putting a hand to my shoulder. “Look, I’m not one for giving advice, heck my marriage failed way before I came out here. But if my wife had told me she was having a child, bad circumstances or not.” I lifted my head from my hands, my eyes were red, there was no playing that off if Logan walked in. “I know, I want to tell him so badly, it hurts keeping this from him.” I explained putting a hand to my bump. “But he works so hard Caliban, for everyone, he works nonstop, seven days a week, he only gets five hours of sleep everyday. I can’t stress him out anymore. But this, I can’t stop this either.” I stated tearing up again. “I understand that, but you need to at least try.” After that Caliban walked off to finish more work around the compound. I just sat there, thinking over what had just happened, he was right, but how could I possibly tell him, we have next to no food, no money, no clothes. But. The joy it would bring us, it would fix him, make him happy, so so happy. Heavy foot steps came down the stairs, followed by an exhausted groan. I went over to the sink again finishing the load of dishes I had started. “Coffee ready babe?” He asked, his voice still waking up. My heart began to race. “No, I’ll go ahead and make some, I’m definitely gonna need some tonight too.” “You got Charles tonight right?” He questioned. “Yeah I do. It’s going to be a long night for everyone Logan.” I replied rushing passed him to get the coffee pot. He was silent as always, but I knew he was looking at me, I scrunched up my face, getting ready for the eventual question. “Look, I’m not trying to be mean to ya’ or anything honey, but I know for a fact that shirt has never fit your chest like that before. Are you ok?” I broke down, crying like a mad woman. He rushed over as quick as possible. “Look (Y/N) I’m sorry for saying that, I didn’t know it would hurt you.” He comforted, wrapping his arms around my body. I knew he’d find out after being this close. His eyes went wide, the baby kicked, he felt that alright. He looked down at my stomach, then back at me. He repeated this a few more times before. leaning up against the counter. I was silent. “So… How long has this been going on?” He pointed, referring to the baby. “Four months.” I sniffed. He grabbed his chin and ruffled his beard, his hands moved from his hair, to his head all in a frustrated set of motions. He shouted an inaudible set of curses and kicked several cabinet doors in his rage. While I stood there jumping at every loud noise. “I’m sorry Logan. I’m so sorry. I know this was never the plan. It was never an option. I just, we… we couldn’t stop.” putting a hand to my mouth I sunk to the floor, oh this hurt so much, the tears burned. His rage was almost toxic. after he heard my plea, he calmed down, he knew this was bound to happen, I wanted kids, he knew that also. He slunk down to my place on the floor. Taking me into his arms again, rocking us back and forth, back and forth. Soon the tears dried. Logan was himself again, so gentle and loving. “I’m sorry I acted out (Y/N). Like you said this was never on the table for us, and now here it is.” He placed a carful hand on my stomach, shifting his thumb back and forth like he had done rocking us. “I Never thought I’d have this, this opportunity.” He finished, pulling us into a loving kiss. We came apart, I looked into his beautiful darkened brown eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I Just hate seeing you work so hard for so little money. And a baby, well lets face it, is not cheap.” “We’ll find a way babe. We always do.” He smiled sweetly, putting a hand to the back of my nape of my neck. This was just the beginning of our beautifully unplanned adventure.  

Pretty Tears and Dead Soldiers

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1883

Pairing: BuckyxSister!Reader (incest)

Summary: You and Bucky have been running around together for what seems like forever. Hiding your relationship from the world and appearing to everyone else as the perfect siblings with the perfect relationship. No one had seen a brother and sister be so close before. You spend your alone time together, making promises and breathing in each other’s skin. But what happens when Bucky enlists in the army? Decades of heartbreak, death, and a super-soldier with amnesia that can’t seem to shake his memory of you.

A/N: This will be a new series, so the summary above is a summary of the entire series, not just this part :) Let me know what you guys think! I can’t wait to go on my next break and play around with this one :)

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Soft Spot, Part 3

Regina is upset after Robin spends a night comforting the Evil Queen.

For the anon who requested Regina getting hurt by the EQ and Robin feeling guilty. (I went with an emotional sort of hurt for this one).

  • Part 1: The Evil Queen kidnaps Peanut, and Robin finds them together.
  • Part 2: Robin consoles the lonely Evil Queen,

Robin hadn’t expected Regina to be awake—awake and waiting—when he got home.

He’d fully expected to come home to a quiet and darkened house, to put his daughter down into her cozy bassinette after a long, emotionally taxing day, and then retire himself. He’d yearned for the warm comfort of their bed, expecting to slide in beside her and nuzzle against her, to breathe her in and hold her as he drifted to sleep.  He expected that explanations of what happened that night—explaining the story from beginning to end and filling in the gaps of how the Evil Queen had ended up with his infant daughter, how she’d cared for the tiny girl, never meaning her any harm, and how vulnerable and lonely she’d been, and how he couldn’t bring himself to leave her.  And, he’d expected that with a night’s rest behind them, they could discuss what happened with clear and rational heads, and he’d hoped with open hearts.

But what he’d expected hadn’t been what happened…

When he got home that night, it was actually morning; and the darkness of the sky was beginning to fade away. When the door opened, a thin strip of light stretched out from the kitchen and his eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the light that grew brighter and brighter as he walked toward it. He took a breath as he entered the kitchen, setting his daughter’s carrier on the counter as his eyes fell to Regina.

His chest clenched and his jaw tightened as his eyes fell to her, sitting at the counter and nursing a cup of tea that had likely cooled long ago. Her shoulders were slumped forward and there were tear tracks on her cheeks—and when she looked up at him, he could see that her eyes were red and swollen.

“It appears you have I have very different understandings of what it means to be home soon,” she says in a voice that’s quiet and flat. “I waited up. I wanted to see her, to see that she was okay, to hold and…” Shaking her head, she scoffs and looks back down at the cup of tea. “I didn’t expect that you’d spend the whole night with her.”

“I… I’m sorry,” he tells her, fully aware that his apology is only partially true—he doesn’t regret the spending the better part of the night holding the Evil Queen or allowing her cuddle his daughter; he doesn’t regret kissing her or making her feel less alone in the world, and he most certainly doesn’t regret loving her in spite of everything. But he does regret that those things hurt Regina—that they hurt her other half—and most of all, he regrets that they’re even in this situation.

“Are you?” She asks as she turns to face him. “Are you sorry? What exactly is it that you’re sorry about?” She blinks and he watches the way her shoulders square in defense, watching as her walls go up and she prepares for a fight—a fight they both know will have no winner. “Are you sorry that I spent the entire night worrying? Worrying about what she might do to you, what she might say… what she’d do to that precious little girl…” Her voice cracks as it trails off. “Worrying about my worst nightmare coming true?”

“Regina, I…”

“Did you think at all about me when you were with her?”

“This… isn’t fair…”

“You’re right,” she tells him with a curt nod, her eyes hardening as they meet his. “It’s not fair that you spend a night with her.”

“I… didn’t spend the night with her,” he murmurs, somewhat caught off guard by the biting hurt behind her words and the defensiveness in his own. “You’re making it sound like I’m having an affair or that…”

“Are you?”

“Regina!”

“Are you!?” She asks again, her voice louder and her eyes wider as her chin begins to tremble. “Is… that why you stayed?”

“I just… I couldn’t leave her.”

“Of course you couldn’t.”

“Regina, this is ridiculous.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” she says, taking a short breath as her eyes press closed, her pain more than obvious. “Are you having an…”

“She’s not someone else,” he cuts in. “She’s not some other woman. She’s you. When I feel in love with you, I fell in love with all of you; and even though you separated yourself, even though you tore yourself in half, and even though everyone in your life seems to think this was a good thing for you, I will never be convinced that it was.” He pauses for a moment, feeling his lungs deflate as he looks at her, feeling so helpless and lost, not knowing what to do or say. “I can’t separate the two sides of you. When I look at her, I just see you.”

Looking up, Regina nods. “Do you… prefer that side of me? Do you prefer me like that?”

“Regina, this… isn’t fair.”

“Well that I can agree with,” she says, her voice suddenly hoarse. His heart aches as she reaches up and swipes her fingers over her eyes, pushing away the tears that began to well—and she when she looks back at him, all he wants to do is hold her and make it okay—but he knows that he can’t, he knows this isn’t something that he can fix. “When she told me that she was going sit back and watch us all tear each other apart I… I… never thought that… that this where it would start.”

“Regina…”

“I know better than anyone how manipulative she can be. I should have seen this coming.”

“Regina,” he murmurs again as she slides off the stool at the counter. “Regina, please…” he says, reaching for her as she turns away, shaking her head as she sucks in a breath and struggles against her tears. “If you’d only…”

“Not now,” she says as she walks past him. “I just… want to go to bed and… forget about this for a little while.”

“Regina, we should talk out this. You can’t just…”

“No,” she says in a barely audible voice as she starts toward the stairs, leaving him standing there, alone and helpless, and overwrought with guilt; and he wishes, more than anything she could understand that every part of her was worth loving.

A new wolf

Originally posted by forevertry79

Part one- Just one look
Part two - Learning to trust
Part three - Living with the bond

Words: 3,794
Embry Call x Reader

This part features a OC.


If you had to pick a favourite thing about your wolf boyfriend it was that he was so warm and comfy that you could nap cuddled up against him for hours but, unfortunately, right now he needed you to remain awake. You sighed and cuddled up against his chest as you let the new information wash over you, he rubbed your back with his massive hand as you both lay on his bed. He kissed the top of your head as you idly gazed out into the hallway, his mum’s rule was that if you were around the bedroom door always had to be open, she wasn’t in but in all honestly you felt a bit more comfortable with it open. You’d not discussed being intimate with Embry, and right now wasn’t the time, so you hid behind the open door and his mother’s rules.

“You know, she’ll be loving the attention.” You mumbled after a moment of silence and beneath your head Embry’s chest rumbled in agreement.
“Jacobs in bits over the whole thing.” Embry told you, “He can’t believe that she chose the leech over him.”
“I can’t believe it either if I’m honest.” You told him.
“I thought that you were over your thing for Jacob.” Embry teased you and squeezed your arm playfully, you managed a small smile but even Embry couldn’t cheer you up after the news that he’d given you.

A vampire army was coming to Forks. Yeah, vampire army. And Jacob was worried about his love life.

“When did my life get so complicated?” You sighed and started to draw patterns with your finger over Embry’s chest.
He caught your hand and brought it up to his lips so that he could kiss the back of your hand, “I’m guessing when you met me?” he offered.
You sat up and looked down at him, since getting over your initial awkwardness about the imprint you’d not seen him look so unsure of himself. Your stomach flipped at the self-annoyance in his voice, you leaned down and brushed your lips against his before smirking and mumbled against his lips, “Yes you ruined my life, you stupid mutt.”
It took him a whole second to register the humour in your voice and in the next second he’d whipped a pillow from under his own head and hit you around the head with it. You let out a yelp of indignation as you play fought on his bed, his large hands finding your sides and tickling you. In a rush to escape his tickling torture you threw yourself to the side and as you began to fall off of his bed he caught you and fell with you so that you landed atop him in a pile of limbs and bedding.

He was laughing the ridiculous barking laugh that he did when he found something way too funny, the one that you found so adorable no matter who much the rest of the pack mocked it. That was Embry’s unabashed joy, how could you not like it? Your laughing soon joined him and you dropped yourself down on the floor beside him, laughing and enjoying life as you knew it before the forces of darkness descended upon Forks.
His warm hand found yours as you lay there. He faced you, his mop of hair sticking out from your fighting, “How can you make me laugh when all the worlds going to shit?”
You dramatically batted your eyelashes, “Because I’m the best imprint ever?”
You got a pillow in the face again for that one.

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After each imprint had been told individually about the looming threat, you were all invited over to Emily and Sam’s to discuss what it meant for the pack. Sam took centre stage, as Alpha, and the pack sat with the imprints in a circle around him. Embry had bundled you into his lap but you were sure to give Jacob a hug on the way in, he needed to know that he wasn’t alone.
“So, you all know that Forks is in danger.” Sam started, Paul opened his mouth to make a comment but Leah clamped her hand over his mouth and Sam continued, “There’s no way to sugar coat it, we have decided to fight alongside the Cullen’s to eradicate the Leeches.”

A thick silence fell over you all, no one expected you be the one to puncture it, “Fuck off.”
Everyone’s gaze snapped to you, eyebrows up, mouths open.
Embry wrapped his arms tighter around you. Sam, to his credit, wasn’t mad. His face was full of all the understanding that it took for him to control his hormone fuelled wolves on a daily basis, “Y/N I know that it’s come as a shock and that you’re probably scared but you’re a smart girl. Think about it logically, we have to stand and fight or a lot of people could die.”

“Yeah people like you,” You argued, your hands were holding onto Embry’s arms around your waist, “But I’m sure I’ll be comforted by my logic when you’re all dead.”
Embry shh’d you slightly, not to silence you but because it was all he could think to do to help calm you. Sam looked around the room, once glance at the imprints was all it took for him to know that they agreed with you. But there was nothing that they could do to change it.

Sam came to over to where you and Embry were sat and crouched down so that he was in your eye line. You wiped furiously at your eyes that were spilling tears without your permission. Embry kissed your temple again, his chest rumbling at Sam’s closeness to your while you were upset.


“Y/N, none of us wanted this. If it was up to us we’d let the leeches rip each other apart and that would be that but you and I both know that’s not how it would end.” Sam implored, his patience shining through again, he didn’t want to see you upset but this had to happen.
He continued, “I never woke up and thought that I’d like to be a wolf, never mind in charge of these idiots,” Some of the pack elbowed each other, “Buts it’s my life now and I love it and I will protect it and everyone that I love. If they descend on us and we do nothing than everyone in Forks and La Push will die.”

You let his words settle over you, you’d always quite liked Sam, he’d never had a choice in how his life had turned out but always seemed to try to be firm but fair as he dealt with the boys. You turned in Embry’s lap so that you were facing your boyfriend and instantly he was wiping tears from your cheeks and kissing where they’d trailed.
“Do you think that you can do this?” You asked him, your voice was thick with trying not to cry.
He ran his hand threw his hair and gave you a lopsided grin that screamed confidence, “It’s kind of what we do babe.”
You took in a deep, shuddery breath before looking over at Kim and Emily to make sure they agreed with you before asking, “So what do you need from us?”

—-

The list of rules that the pack had given you was ridiculous. The biggest annoyance that it caused you was the fact that no imprint was allowed to be alone at any time. You gained a furry escort everywhere, even when you slept you knew that the guard changed over the course of the night.
Today you were supposed to be under house arrest while the pack went to ‘train’ with the Cullens, they’d called it that so that you wouldn’t worry but you’d already threatened Embry not to start trouble with Emmett and to be careful or you’d shave him the next time you saw him as a wolf. And you’d meant to keep your promise to them to be somewhere where you could be protected at all times, you really had.

But the world seemed to have different plans for you.

Life could change in an instant; you knew that better than most. One look from your crushes best friend and you’d found the love of your life. Your literal mate.  Not that you’d been too keen on the connection at first, dreamy dimples or no dreamy dimples, but now you couldn’t see yourself without Embry.
You had intended to keep your promise not to wonder of on unattended but when your car gets run off of the road and into the woodlands by a monstrous ball of fur, you don’t really get much of a say. Well c’mon, that can’t be your fault. You’d stumbled from your car, uninjured but dazed. You were thanking your lucky stars that you were safe when you the thought of random moments effecting your life.

Somehow, for some reason, you knew that the injured wolf at your feet would be one of these instances. You tried not to panic but it was hard, it bubbled up in your instantly as a survival instinct. This wolf wasn’t part of the pack that much you knew because the back was with the Cullens. You couldn’t repress the shudder at your situation.
The pack was working with the Cullens, you were left unattended while a new army of the undead made their way to town and you’d found yourself the new keeper of an injured unknown wolf. You took a tentative step towards it, its dark eye snapped open and watched you. You jumped back, the fear that you’d had when you first learned of Embry now fresh. The wolf’s breathing was laboured, its chest heaving up and down.  Its eyes rolled back and he stopped looking at you.

Fuck. Fuck fuckitty fuck.

Well what were you supposed to do now?

Its side was bleeding profusely and you could tell by the deep gashes along his ribs that your car hadn’t done that. Shaking, you slipped your jumper from your shoulders and pushed it down onto the gashes.
What where you supposed to do?
How far away was the pack?
Would they hear you if you called or would the thing that had attacked this wolf hear you?
You pulled your phone from your jeans pocket and dialled one of the only people outside of the pack who could help you, “Billy? Billy I found a wolf.”

Through the combined effort of you, Billy and Sue, somehow you weren’t surprised to find that she knew about the pack, you had gotten the wolf into Sue’s truck and taken him back to Sue’s house and laid him across Seth’s bed.
You explained everything that you could to them, it had all happened so fast. Billy took you to one side in the hallway while Sue ventured into the edge of the woods in the hopes of catching the pack before they panicked at the scent of another wolf in the area.
Billy pulled you to one side in the hallway, “Look Embry loves you but he may react out of instinct to this new wolf. He’s just worried about you, remember that.”
“He wouldn’t hurt me.” You told him with absolute certainly.
“I know that.” Billy said, “But that doesn’t mean that he won’t hurt that wolf in there. We don’t want you getting hurt by accident.”

Almost as soon as the words where said the door crashed open and after a stampede of footsteps you were knocked off of your feet and into the warm arms of your frantic boyfriend.
He dropped to his knees, still holding you close to his chest and held you still for a moment.

Was he sniffing you?

“Did he touch you?” His voice rasped in your ear. It took you a moment of squirming in his arms to be able to face him, “No just my car. I think it was an accident though, I touched him to put my jumper on his ribs.” You explained and his shoulders deflated slightly as he breathed a sigh of relief.  More sets of footprints crashed into the hallway behind you, the rest of the pack must have caught up.
Quil was bent over, his hands on his knees as he huffed, “Jesus, I’ve never seen Embry move that fast.”
Sam was straight down to business, “What do we know?”
Billy answered him, “His wounds are starting to heal now that he’s able to rest. He’s transformed back into his human form but he’s not regained consciousness yet.”

Sam turned his attention to you, “What happened Y/N?”
“I was driving to your place when my truck got taken off of the road,” Embry growled at this but you continued, “I took my jumper off to hold it to his wounds and phoned Billy. I –” You stopped.
“What is it?” Paul encouraged you.
“Okay so this is going to sound weird but I felt like I had to help that guy.” You patted Embry’s arm as he tightened his grip on you, “I felt like I had to. I can’t explain it.”
The guys shared a look before glancing at Embry. Your boyfriend was clearly annoyed at your strong desire to save another man but for now he was content just to hold onto you after the fear of scenting an unfamiliar wolf and dealing with the Cullens all afternoon.

A noise at Seth’s bedroom door snatched everyone’s attention as the door opened and the wolf shuffled out in his human form, a towel around his waist to hide his modesty. He was easily as tall as Paul and had the same tanned skin and taut psyche as the pack. He looked  as old, if not older, than Sam and his black hair stuck up in all directions.
Sam stood proud in front of his pack, the alpha in charge, he started simply, “What’s your name?”
“Cade.” The words came out hard and twisted from exhaustion before he looked around and his eyes found yours, “Thank you for saving me.”
“You’re welcome.” You squeaked out from your boyfriend-fortress. Cade took a step towards you and Embry growled at him and Jake and Paul stopped his path.
“Move.” Cade told them and Paul pushed the injured wolf back with one large hand.
“No.” Paul snapped, “What do you want with my sister? You ran her off the road. You could have killed her.” He snarled and out of your peripheral you noticed Seth guiding Billy and Sue out of the line of fire.

“You’re not related, she doesn’t smell of you.” Cade said simply.
Paul’s face flushed with anger but you cut him off by asking, “What is it that you want?”
“I don’t know.” Cade answered honestly with a shrug, “I’d just got away from the new-borns then I smelt you. There’s something about your smell, I had to come and find you.”
“She’s my imprint.” Embry snarled, you could feel him starting to shake against you and you tried to calm him.

“I know,” Cade told him before pushing his hands into his hair, he looked distraught, “But the smell, you don’t understand, it’s driving me insane.” He looked at the guys, “Can’t any of you smell it?!”


They were shaking their heads when downstairs the door slammed opened and Leah was coming up the hallway, “What the fuck is going on in my house? Where’s Y/N? And what’s that sm-”
She stopped short when she noticed Cade for the first time and he turned to face her. They locked eyes and forgot about everyone else.
“Did they just -?” You whispered to Embry.
He nodded and as his whole posture relaxed he dropped back against the wall bringing you into his lap, “He must have smelt Leah on you. The smell of his mate nearby with the threat of the new-borns must have driven him insane.”
“Does this mean we can’t kick his ass?” Paul asked.
“I’ve not decided yet.” Sam grumbled as they watched Leah and Cade stare at each other in the hallway, they’d not moved yet.
Seth’s face was split into a massive grin, he nudged you with his knee as he stood beside where you sat, “Maybe your imprint to Embry gave you a better link to the pack? That’s why you knew that you had to help him? I don’t understand the whole mating link but Leah’s gonna be happy, that’s all I care about.”
“That’s if she remembers how to talk.” Quil quipped.

Leah was the one to make the first move, that’s if you can call launching herself into his arms a move. The motion knocked him back and they fell into Seth’s room, the door slamming shut behind them.
Seth’s grin dropped and he whimpered, “My room.”

Sam straightened his shoulders, “We need to have a vote about if he can join our pack.” He made a move for Seth’s door but you were quicker. You jumped in front of the door and held your arms out on either side to stop Sam.
“Sam, don’t you think after everything that Leah had to go through with you and Emily and then her Dad that she deserves this moment?” You implored, “Do your serious pack stuff later. Think about how protective you are of Emily, and Jared of Kim, and Embry of me. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of two wolves with the imprint, would you?”

Sam considered it for a moment, he had totally destroyed Leah with his relationship with Emily, he knew that. He nodded, “They have tonight but tomorrow we have to talk about the outsider.” Sam spoke loudly so that they would hear him through the door but you could hear clothing ripping from inside the room and doubted that they were paying attention to Sam.

—–

The next morning Leah was PISSED.

She had met with you that morning and told you about everything that had happened between her and her mate the night before – yours ears where burning with embarrassment by the end of her tales. But for now you had more pressing matters, she was stalking up and down as you sat outside Sam and Emily’s.
“Vote on the outsider?” She snarled, “Vote on the outsider?! That’s my mate!”
You jumped at her voice but stayed sat. She just needed to vent and you were her closet friend.

You spoke about it for a while before she sighed and dropped herself down next to you. She let out a huff before cuddling up to your side, you wrapped your arm around her.
“Y/N if they don’t let him join our pack then I’m going to leave with him.” She whispered to you.
“I don’t want you to leave.” You admitted, “I’d miss you too much.”
Leah sniffed, “I’d miss you too, of course I’d try to come back to see you. But…you understand don’t you, Y/N?”

You inhaled the question and the answer came to you in an instant. You did understand. The way that you felt about Embry, when by all sane rights you should be terrified of him, was so much more than you ever expected to feel about anyone and you were human. You couldn’t imagine that connection between two wolves.

“I do.” You told her and she hugged your side more.

Cade came up behind you and gave Leah a small kiss before focusing his attention on you, “Y/N, I just wanted to say, not matter how they vote in there, thank you for being so understanding yesterday, for saving me and for bringing me to my mate. I’m sorry if I scared or upset you.”

You gave him a small smile, “Don’t mention it and for what it’s worth, I hope it goes well in there.”  
“Me too.” He agreed and took Leah’s hand before they headed into Sam and Emily’s house. Kim and Emily joined you sat waiting their decision, none of you spoke.

When the door finally opened, one hour and twenty three minutes later – not that you’d been counting- Leah rushed out and caught both you and Emily in an embrace.
“Whatever you said to Sam and Embry thank you,” She whispered to you both and you could feel her tears on your neck, “They helped me and Seth convince the others to let Cade stay.”
She stepped back and wiped away her tears of happiness and Cade was behind her in an instant, his hands holding hers and kissing her cheeks where she’d been crying.

You made your way over to Embry, wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself up on your tiptoes so that you could kiss the tip of his nose. He grinned and gave you proper kiss.
“I’m proud of you for being so mature.” You told him.
His arms came around you, “Yeah well he came and apologised to me for scaring you and then I heard him apologise to you as well. I couldn’t split up a bond, I remembered how I felt yesterday when I found your truck. I wouldn’t want that for them.”

“How’d I get the sweetest wolf?” You asked.
He shrugged and gave you a grin, “Just lucky I guess. Well done you, you won the grand prize. Which is me, obviously.”
“And so modest.” You teased.

Jacob interrupted your moment as he stamped his way out of the house, the broken remnants of his phone in his hand.
“Bad call?” Embry asked.
Jacob glared at him, like he did everyone these days, “That was Bella. We don’t have long until the new-borns show up. I’ve got a plan to get her out of there before they show up.”
At the mention of the upcoming war you snuggled into Embry’s chest and he stroked your hair.
“Jake, not now okay?” Embry asked and nodded down at you.
“Not now, not now.” Jacob mocked, “Look you and Y/N may have a perfect bond but Bella doesn’t want me. The only thing that I can do is save her from the new-borns.”

With that stunning display of logic he stamped off towards his truck.
“It’s just one thing after another since you imprinted on me.” You noted.
Embry hummed in agreement before adding, “You know even though I was a wolf, my life was pretty quiet too. I’m starting to think that all this is your fault.”

You didn’t need to look up to know he was grinning so you poked him in the ribs, “Asshole.”
He gave you a playful squeeze, “Love you too.”


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daredevil memefour characters [4/4]  —  Frank Castle

“Look, I might generally be considered out of my skull, so this might not mean much, but that’s got to be the craziest most batshit thing I’ve ever heard in my life. People that can hurt you – the ones that can really hurt you – are the ones who are close enough to do it. People that get inside you and and and… tear you apart and make you feel like you’re never gonna recover. Shit! I – I – I would chop my arm off, right here in this restaurant, just to feel that one more time for my wife. My old lady, she didn’t just break my heart, she…she’d rip it out, she’d tear it apart, she’d step on that shit – feed it to the dog. I mean, she was ruthless, she brought the pain! But, she’ll never hurt me again…you see, I’ll never feel that. You sit here and you’re all confused about this thing, but you have it! You have everything…so hold onto it. Use two hands and never let go. You got it?”

“You’re not allowed to want me.”
“I’m not planning on it.”


I lied, I lied, couldn’t you tell? I wanted you, the heat and flicker of your hands devouring me, the way every inch of my body seemed to melt when you pressed your lips between my shoulder blades. I wanted you, oh how desperately I wanted you. Boy made of fire, made of want that burned like a quickly dying flame. I would have donned wings and flown to you again for even the chance to feel you break me open.


“You can’t fall in love.”
“You’re not my type.”


I lied, again and again. I was enthralled with you, the way you tasted like summer days and one night stands. There was something so addictive about you, about the way your hands were rough tugging on my hair, my skin, nails digging moons and shooting stars into my flesh. I would have become a galaxy at your fingertips if you wanted me to.


“You’ll have to leave eventually.”
“Only if you ask me to.”


I’ve learned, since then, that it was never meant to be. Fate wrote our stories, threw us together as a warning: don’t give up your life for the boy who burns so bright. But I would live this life again just to feel your gasp of breath like a warm wind on my neck. just to feel your fingers graze my hips. We were destined to collide and tear each other apart, destined to crash and sink and destroy ourselves. Or maybe that was just me, I can’t remember.


“I don’t want you anymore.”
“Please don’t do this.”


Don’t forget about me. For all the angels and stars that find their way to you, for the centuries to pass and lives to decay, don’t forget about the boy who only wanted to kiss the sun one last time.

—  fates written like a tragedy
Delivery

Ah, Ah, you woke up with a sharp pain. “Hey baby Styles calm down,” you said to your protruding belly. You rubbed your belly for the next few minutes hoping to calm the baby down. Why is he so fussy tonight you wondered? You hadn’t been able to sleep more than thirty minutes at a time. Okay, you thought, maybe this will subside soon, if not you’d call someone.

About twenty-five minutes later you felt the pain again. Shit this really hurts you thought. Maybe getting up and walking around will help. As you started to get up you felt something slick in your underwear. You can’t be in labor could you? 

You weren’t due for another two weeks. And Harry wasn’t here to help you because he was finishing up their tour, thinking that if he was back next week it’d be fine. You made your way to the kitchen to get some water. You stood by the sink sipping the water hoping the pain was gone, unfortunately five minutes later you clutched your abdomen waiting for it to stop so you could move.

Okay you were definitely in labor. You grabbed your phone and called an Uber because you definitely weren’t in any condition drive. You tried calling Harry, but he wouldn’t answer. Are you fucking kidding me Harry? I know you’re probably busy, but dammit this is important! You called Niall next, knowing that he normally always picked up his phone. It’s 5 am here in L.A. which means that it’s 1 pm in London. Niall thankfully picked up on the third ring.

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*The Letter | Pt 2* Newt x reader

Part one here!

◘ Anonymous asked:

Newt x reader. Readers estranged parents find out that not only did she marry Newt but has had children with him. Once they find out that he’s now a famous author and your his illustrator they want part of his wealth

♥ I got a lot of people asking for a part two of this story so here it is!! ^_^

Putting the book down you had finished reading to Ava, you leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

“Goodnight, darling” You whispered. Quietly, you stood up and walked out of her room, gently closing the door. It had been three days since your parent’s visit and you were still shaken up a bit. Newt had noticed this and when you crawled in to bed, he wrapped you up in to his arms and pulled you in close. He gently kissed your neck and you smiled. No words needed to be said. 

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Neallen, 8 (if you would be so kind)

I hope you enjoy, and thank you!!! 

the way you said I love you prompt list [any pairings]

As an apology

He didn’t regret it.

He couldn’t.

Even if he failed (no, no, he couldn’t even consider that, couldn’t even think it might happen-), even if he died, even if, in the end, it was all for nothing, he could not regret it.

Regret would’ve made it all useless.

All of this and more flashed through his mind as he stared at unyielding gray eyes. They were lined with tears, and Neah’s heart twisted. God, he hated himself. There hadn’t even been a doubt. The moment Allen offered, Neah’s mind had not thought how could I but rather I have to keep going.

It made him tremble, his own empty heart. He shook his head, and in Allen’s smile was the knowledge that it wasn’t Neah denying him.

Allen kneeled and pressed his hand over Neah’s where it lay against his chest. He kind of laughed, but it was too watery to really count. Neah’s eyes flickered everywhere it could. The color of his hair, how his bangs fell into his eyes, the gray of them, like storm clouds overcome, his smile and how he loved, his hand over his.

“Use me,” Allen said again, and Neah’s heart broke clean in half, falling apart and tumbling into an empty abyss he’d never look back at.

His own eyes welled with tears, and he cursed himself. He couldn’t cry, not anymore. It was too late for tears.

“Use me, Neah,” Allen said, and there was no hesitation, no anger, they didn’t even come out shaken. Just a strong, steady, determination.

Neah opened his mouth, trembling, and all he could say was, “I love you.”

I’m sorry.

“I love you,” he cried, twisting his hand to grasp Allen’s, holding him tight for the last time. His throat ached with the unshed tears. “I love you.”

I’m sorry.

Hate Me

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Trigger Warnings: Language, suicide (kind of), violence, asshole-ness, death

Word Count: 2858

Summary: All Dean wants in this world is for you to be safe and he doesn’t believe that is with him. So, in an effort to keep you safe he makes the ultimate sacrifice: his heart. Knowing you would never leave him he comes up with a stupid plan that backfires on him completely. What happens when he not only shatters his heart but yours as well?

A/N: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Anti-Valentine’s Challenge. So basically the goal here was to write a story that included a really sad song chosen from her list and make it angst to the fucking max. The song I chose here was Hate Me by: Blue October. This story is all angst and all heartbreak sorry no fluff this time. But with all done and said I think this came out pretty damn good. I almost teared up a bit writing some pieces. Any who as always feedback is always welcome and wanted but hate isn’t so if you don’t have anything nice to say keep it to yourself. BTW Happy Valentine’s Day Y’all !!!!

Bold Italics = Song Lyrics 

Regular Italics = Flashbacks 

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Originally posted by raquel-lostgirl

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anonymous asked:

What about ansty RFA + V and Unknown after break up with MC?

Author’s note: this isn’t that angsty to be honest, it’s just kinda sad || BUT I’LL POST FLUFF AFTER THIS

Yoosung

  • he doesn’t leave the house for like a week
  • and when he finally does, he just goes to class and mopes around
  • the first time he saw you after the break up he went back to his car and cried
  • for the first month, he sent flowers to your house everyday with a note that said “come back”
  • you were his first love
  • so this break up is super hard for him and even years later he’ll still feel a numb pain

Zen

  • he doesn’t give up on you at first
  • throughout the day he’ll text you, call you, ANYTHING, just asking for you to reconsider
  • at some point he randomly showed up at your a house at 2AM and asked to talk about it
  • but when he realizes that you really are moving on
  • it makes him physically sick
  • Lots of alcohol is involved
  • And I’m not saying you’re the thing that made his drinking problem worse
  • but you are

Jaehee

  • Just a mess
  • She’ll try to analyze each part of your relationship to see where it went wrong
  • But eventually it starts getting to her
  • So instead of continuing to think about it, she takes on MORE work
  • M O R E
  • It’s obvious she’s trying to distract herself by any means possible
  • She barely sleeps, because when she does, she dreams of you
  • EVEN JUMIN IS WORRIED ABOUT HER
  • JUMIN
  • He tried to give her a small vacation, but she refused it
  • Just keep working

V

  • Honestly, he’s devastated
  • You were a part of him, and now that you’re gone, he can’t help but feel empty
  • What’s sadder is that even though you aren’t dating anymore, he still thinks just as highly of you even if you’re a crazy bitch cough Rika cough
  • But he keeps all his feelings to himself after the break up so he doesn’t bother you
  • He just wants you to be happy EVEN IF IT’S AT THE SAKE OF HIS OWN HAPPINESS
  • *chants* V deserves better, V deserves better, V deserves better

Jumin

  • he wouldn’t be able to focus on ANYTHING
  • his work life suffers immensely
  • “Mr. Han?”
  • “…”
  • “Mr. Han???”
  • “…”
  • “JUMIN!!?”
  • “Huh? What do you need, Jaehee?”
  • “Your meeting with the new manager started five minutes ago.”
  • “What? Why didn’t you inform me sooner?”
  • “Sir, I’ve been calling your office phone this whole time.”
  • “…Oh. I’ll be right in.”
  • Jaehee walked toward the door and opened it, but paused for a second
  • “You were thinking about her again, weren’t you?”
  • Jumin stood up and dusted himself off
  • “I can’t help it when she’s always on my mind.”

Unknown

  • the worst part of the break up for Saeran
  • is that he got used to having you next to him while he slept
  • and now that you’re gone, he doesn’t know how to sleep without you
  • although he would never admit it
  • it’s tearing him apart just another person in his life that left him

707

  • 110% blames himself
  • And honestly, he never gets over you
  • You were the love of his life, and now that you’re gone, he doesn’t know what to do with himself
  • The Seven you knew in no longer there
  • Instead, he has been replaced by a serious workaholic that spends most of his days in front of the computer
  • Like seriously, he even stopped visiting Elly
  • Now all he does is hack, eat, and sleep if he’s lucky
  • He completely shuts down
  • and becomes an empty shell of a person 
this world is not ours || charles xavier

Originally posted by dangered

Originally posted by cuteavoy

Alright! So here we are, two of the last Charles Xavier oneshots. :( This one was requested, but the next one will be Part II to Chasing Cars. Then they’re all finished! To those of you who sent me Charles requests, thank you very much in advance! Since there are alot less of these, they might open sooner then Old Man Logan because there’s like… 30-40 prompts in my masterlist? 

Prompt (Requested by Anon) - Charles x reader where the Xmen are fighting a powerful mutant who controls dreams etc and they trap Charles and the reader in a nightmare together? They have to find their way out to wake up again. (Charles is a softie when it comes to violence and gore, so reader can take the lead.) 

This’ll probably be two parts, but only part I will be posted for now! This is entirely my own plot.. Bear with it.

Tag List: @katiedreamy @xavier-chxrles @t0ny-st4nk @rivertales 

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Fire and Ice - Song!Fic

Originally posted by totallysupernaturaloneshots

I love Within Temptation and when I was watching the video for this song a fic idea sprung into my head, grabbed my brain and shook me about a bit like a cocktail shaker before letting me pour out this fic. So I hope you like it.

Words: 2,682

Supernatural Lucifer x Angel! Reader
Part Two - Frozen


“Gabriel? Cas? What the hell is wrong with you two?” Dean snapped, when he was ignored he gave Sam a curious look. The giant just shrugged and focused on the frozen Angels staring into the window of a bar.
Castiel stepped forward and placed a strong hand on Gabriel’s shoulder who gulped and let out a long shaken breath.
“Hello,” Dean called tired of being ignored, “I thought we were here looking for something to help us stop Lucifer or I am the only one who remembers that the fucking world is ending?”
Castiel dropped his hand as Gabriel turned to face him, “Not this, Cas.”
Castiel’s brow furrowed but gave a tight nod.

“Want to clue us in?” Sam asked them but like Dean he was ignored.
“I never thought that it was true…” Gabriel whispered and Castiel seemed to agree with the sentiment, “We need to go.”

But when Gabriel went to step away Dean stepped in front of him only for Gabriel to seize his by the jacket and lift him into the air.
“What the fuck?!” Dean snapped.
Gabriel’s eyes blazed blue and the air left stifling, “You don’t know what’s going on here, so shut up and let the grownups talk.”
Dean glared at him as Gabriel slowly lowered the Righteous Man back to his feet and letting his eyes sink back into their normal hue. Sam was beside Dean instantly, old habits die hard when it came to the Trickster near his brother.
“You’re right, there’s clearly more going on here than we know. Maybe you could explain it to us?” Sam spoke calmly, one hand was on Dean to stop him swinging for the Angel and the other was extended out towards Gabriel trying to endear to him. Gabriel gave a small nod, his hair dropping down over his eyes when he kept his head down.
“Perhaps we should go somewhere more convenient.” Castiel suggested and with of Gabriel’s fingers they, and the Impala, were back at the motel.

—–

“Her name was Y/N.” Gabriel started slowly. He was sat on one of the twin beds, Sam and Dean were sat to the small table each with a beer in hand and Castiel leant against the wall close to them.
“She was an Angel - an Archangel to be more precise. One of the strongest warriors I’ve ever met, she ruled courage of heart and bravery in mankind.” Gabriel explained, she sighed before continuing, “In the early days, when Hell was new, Y/N was in charge of keeping balance on earth.”

“Mankind was supposed to make its own decisions.” Castiel explained.
“She was good at it as well, much better than she should have been considering…” He drifted off.
“Considering?” Sam probed.

Gabriel rubbed his face and sighed, “She was in love with Lucifer and he said that he loved her too. None of us believed that he did, not really, until she died.” He swallowed, “She was asked by a group of Angels to accompany them to Earth to meet with some Demons, they wanted her there to keep the balance. But they were lying and the Angels killed her.”

Dean turned slightly to make sure that Castiel was okay and Sam asked, “Why would they -?”
“They couldn’t trust her because she was in love with the Devil.” Gabriel spat, “That’s when we realised that Luci really loved her, honest to Father loved her.”

“What did he do?” Dean asked.
Gabriel gave a smirk, “You’d call it the Dark Ages. You know pestilence, famine, war, and death running around free. The plague and people getting burned for being witches, there was no one to keep the balance.”

Sam sat forward, “We’re sorry for your loss. Gabe, Cas, we really are but what does this have to do with the weapon that we’re looking for to stop Lucifer?”
This time Castiel spoke, “There was a rumour that Lucifer had discovered the Angels plan and sent Demons to bring Y/N down to hell and that  she didn’t really die that day but instead Lucifer found a way to lock away all of herself within her mind and sent her away to live on Earth as a human.”

“She’s in that bar.” Gabriel concluded, “And since Lucifer is out the cage but he’s left her alone, I think that her mind can’t handle being near another Angel. It could tear her mind apart. We wouldn’t know if she could survive it until it happens.”

“She’s the weapon?” Sam concluded, “We could use the threat of hurting her to stop Lucifer in his tracks.”
“You said you got this intelligence from an Angel?” Gabriel asked and Sam nodded so he continued, “Lucifer never did manage to kill all the Angels involved in the attack. There are three left out there hiding, maybe they needed someone like you guys to help them find where Lucifer hid her.”

—-

The pain flicked across your head again before vanishing and with a wince you pinched above your nose hoping that it wouldn’t come back.
“Your head hurting again?” Harry, your boss, asked from the other side of the bar. You nodded and continued to fill your tray with empty glasses from the bar. Harry reached over and took the tray from your hands, “Go and have a sit down in my office Darlin’.”
You gave him a small smile in thanks and walked through the back of the bar, got yourself a bottle of water from the small fridge in Harry’s office and dropped yourself down into his plush chair and took small sips of your water.

Every word you’re saying is a lie
Run away my dear
But every sign will say your heart is dead

Your head throbbed again and you put the bottle down on the desk so that you could hold your head in your hands. The door opening caught your attention but you didn’t look up until an unfamiliar voice spoke, “Y/N?”
It was a struggle to take your head out of your hands, your vision swam and you could barely open your eyes but you could just about make out a short, dark skinned man in a suit.
“Sorry customers aren’t allowed back here.” You struggled to spit the utterance out but you managed it – just.

“Come on, I know it’s been a while but don’t you recognise me?” His voice was smug and self-satisfied but in truth you could barely see him, your eyes felt like they were burning and something inside your head felt like it was being ripped apart but still, on some instinctual level, you knew you were in danger and forced your eyes open.

You didn’t mean to scream but the pain in your eyes and head along with the visions that flickered behind the man forced the sound out of you. It looked like wings.

Danger.

You had to get away. Something in your head was screaming that this man with his flickering shadowing wings would be the death of you and that the longer you stayed and the clearer the wings became would mean a more painful death.

Thinking on your feet, you threw the water bottle from the desk at him, he caught it effortlessly but was too busy looking smug to be able to catch the chair that you kicked at him. It gave you enough time to dive out of the emergency exit at the back of the office. You got as far as the end of the carpark before you were knocked off of your feet and crashed to the ground on your back with the weight of the man atop you.
His hand clenched around your neck and you hissed in pain. He leaned down to your face, “The great balancer reduced to a human form – disgusting. If you had picked your alliances better then you wouldn’t have to die as a mortal.”

“H- Plea..se” You coughed out but it did nothing to deter him. He smiled sickly and reached behind him, there was a flash of a blade before he wall pulled off of you and held above you by the neck. Your head was practically wailing now, the man’s wings were clear now and fluttering in panic at being held hostage.
He was being held by a blonde man and even lay down you could that his height would overshadow you, he had dirty blonde hair and he was livid.

Bury all the memories
Cover them with dirt
Where’s the love we once had
Our destiny’s unsure
Why can’t you see what we had
Let the fire burn the ice
Where’s the love we once had
Is it all a lie?

“Come out of hiding have you?” He shook the man effortlessly, “You little maggot. I’m going to make you burn.”
With each word the air grew colder and you forced your eyes open to watch the frost splay across his skin. But you didn’t stay, the little voice in your head caught your attention through the agony and made you roll onto your front, push yourself up and took off sprinting again.

It was a small town and not overly far behind the bar, however misguided the placement, was a small lake. The pain in your head overwhelming, you dropped to your knees in the mud of the bank. Bringing your hands up to wrap around yourself you fell forwards and screamed.

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I’m breathing but why?
In silence I hold on
To you and I

The fire in you back, it was wings you could hear them. Your wings. They’d been there the whole time hidden from even you. You screamed again as your consciousness tore itself asunder and pulled itself back together. Flashes of everything fell back into place and you sobbed.

Your lover falling from heaven.

A missing father.

Guiding humanity.

A betrayal.

A cage and hellfire.

An apology and then nothing.

Scores of memories from all your human lives poured back into your mind and overwhelmed you. Just when you were sure that it was too much two large calloused hands found your cheeks and pulled your face up.

Closer to insanity
Buries me alive
Where’s the life we once had
It cannot be denied
Why can’t you see what we had?
Let the fire burn the ice
Where’s the love we once had
Is it all a lie?

“Lucifer.” You whimpered and finally, opened your eyes, he was knelt before you in the mud, his thumbs wiping away the tears and the mud and you saw him.

Your Lucifer who had rebuilt your mind time and time again to hide you away from the Angels who wished to destroy you so that you wouldn’t fall like him and have to kill your family. His hands were cold but they warmed on your cheeks, you’d always been counterparts that way.

Fire and ice.

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I’m breathing but why?
In silence I hold on
To you and I

He sat back into the mud and pulled your body to his chest, his arms holding you to him and tangling his hand in your hair.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and could feel his deep chuckle against your body.

“Don’t be, it’s those stupid Winchesters leading them straight to you.” Lucifer explained and kissed the top of your head and rocked your body slightly with him, he was trying to calm you because you both knew that you weren’t out of danger yet.
“Winchesters, you mean?” You whispered as logic fought your new memories for presence. Your head swam with so much new knowledge that you were surprised that you could speak; you should have guessed the time that you’d been brought back in just because Lucifer was out of the cage.

He just nodded

You run away
You hide away
To the other side of the universe

A tickling sensation made you snuggle into Lucifer closer and he let out a deep chuckle at your reaction to his wings coming around to encompass you both. He absentmindedly ran his hands through your feathers and you relaxed into his touch. Now you realised the aching in your human lives over the centuries had been a longing for your wings.

Now that it was all filtering back for you it was easy to see that Lucifer had people keeping an eye out for you for all these years, Crowley had found you at least one point throughout all your lives and twice of those occasions had been you, in different lives, attempting to sell your soul for the ability to bear children.
You’d been denied both times.
Now it fell into place, Lucifer had taken that away from you when he’d taken your wings, not through spite but because he knew that if you ever got to find out who you were then you’d never forgive him for letting you have children who wouldn’t know the real you. That and any child you produced with a human husband would still have been a Nephilim – he could only hide your angelic nature not destroy it.

Where you’re safe from all that hunts you down
But the world has gone
Where you belong
And it feels too late so you’re moving on
Can you find your way back home?

Threading your fingers through his you titled your head up so that he could reach down to kiss you. His lips pushed against yours and stars burst from it. His fingertips danced along your collar bone, up your neck, along your jaw and into your hair and used it to pull you closer.

Slowly you pulled away, your voice whimpered, “Lucifer I love you, please don’t send me away again.”

“I’m never going to let them touch you again.” He promised and ice breathed over your lips at your closeness.
It happened fast then.
Lucifer’s wings swished open and he was pushed you to the floor and caught the attacking Angel by the elbow, the Angel blade in his hand barely missing the tip of your nose.

“Y/N run!” Lucifer commanded as he threw one of the attackers into the other, “Gabriel’s in town, find him. I won’t let them hurt you.”

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I’m breathing but why?
In silence I hold on
To you and I

And so you ran. Down the muddy lake bank, your legs still burning and chest still heaving as they struggled to make the transition from humanity. There was no way you could fight off an Angel right now, you needed to get away.
You swung your fist at the rustle of feathers to your side but your attacker caught your wrist and threw it down and you followed it crashing to the floor.
“Lucifer!” you screamed but he didn’t appear as the Angel kicked you in the ribs sending you flying into the tree.

I’m never going to let them touch you again. That’s what he’d promised, where was he?!

“Lucifer!” You screamed again until it hurt, the Angel pulled you up by your hair. Lucifer appeared in front of you, his face and hair splattered with blood and his hand dripping crimson. He was snarled and the Angel hotel yanked your hair until you were stood, locked his arm around your chest and with a flutter of his wings you were both gone.
Lucifer screamed and the earth cracked beneath him.

Gone. You were gone again and his own promise taunted him.
I won’t let them hurt you.

Every word you’re saying is a lie


3 fics in 2 days I’m spoiling you guys.
Part Two - Frozen

Arthur x Reader: Alone Together

I don’t own the image, and I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.  Other than that, enjoy!

You groaned as you sat up.  “Ugh, I’m never staying up until four again,” You grumbled as you rubbed your eyes tiredly.

Then you realized you weren’t in your room.  “What the hell?”  You stood up in the middle of a endless green field.  A castle towered in the distance.  You held your hand up to block the sun as you studied your surroundings.  It was the only visible civilization, and you decided that it was the best option.  As you walked, you were filled with a sense of déjà vu.  Eventually, you made it through the front gates.   Red banners hung from the high stone walls, a golden dragon sewn on the front.  Then it hit you.

“No way.”   You stopped and studied the kingdom.  It was the exact same as the show!  As you were lost in your staring, a horse thundered by, with a knight sitting atop it.  “Was that…Lancelot?”  You asked yourself.  “If he’s alive, then that means…”  You trailed off and ran towards the castle.  You ran down the steps and threw open that familiar wooden door.  “I need to speak to Merlin!”  You almost shrieked.  Gaius looked at you, and his eyes widened in shock.  He nodded dumbly.

“Merlin?”  He called over his shoulder, his gaze never leaving you.  “Someone’s here to talk to you.”  You heard footsteps, and Emrys himself turned the corner, freezing when he saw you.

“Y/N?” He said at last, which creeped you out.

“Wait, how do you know my name?” You shook your head.  “Actually, never mind.  I have to tell you something important.  Arthur’s life is in danger!”  He blinked at you.

“I think you should sit down.  You’re not thinking straight.”

“You have to believe me!  It’s Morgana; she’s going to open the Callieach.  It will tear Camelot apart if it isn’t stopped!” “How do you know this?”

“I’ve watched you stop it.”  They stared at you.

“Then why are you warning us?”

You hesitated.  “…Because Lancelot died to stop it.”  Merlin and Gaius stiffened.  “And unless you believe me, it’ll happen again.”  Merlin and Gaius looked at each other for a long moment.  Then Merlin sighed. 

“I’ll get Arthur.  Follow me.”  He motioned, and you complied.  He knocked on the doors of the throne room, and after no reply entered anyways.  Arthur was pacing at the window.

“Arthur?”  Arthur sighed in annoyance.

“What is it now, Mer—”  He turned around and froze at the sight of you.  “Y-Y/N?”  He said cautiously.  You raised an eyebrow.  Why did they all know your name?  You were so caught up in your musings that you didn’t notice Arthur until he was right in front of you.  You looked up to find him staring at you intently.  He slowly reached a hand out to your face.    “Is it really you?”  You said nothing.  “I thought you were dead!”  He pulled you into his arms before you could do anything.  Merlin seemed to notice your discomfort, and tapped Arthur’s shoulder.  Arthur reluctantly let go and turned to Merlin.

“Arthur, I don’t think she remembers.”  Arthur looked at you in disbelief.  He pointed to himself. 

“Do you know who I am?”  He asked cautiously.  You nodded.

“You’re Arthur.”  He sighed in relief and gave Merlin an ‘I told you so’ look.  “But how do you all know my name?  I’ve never been here.”  The colour drained from Arthur’s face and he turned to Merlin, who shrugged helplessly.  The room was silent, until Merlin cleared his throat. 

“Anyways…Y/N came saying she had information.” He motioned to you.

“Oh.  Oh yeah!  Uh…Morgana is planning to open something called a Callieach.  And unless we stop it, Camelot will fall and Lancelot will die.”  Arthur’s eyed bulged out of his head.  He turned to Merlin again. 

“How does she—?”

“I have no idea.”  Arthur thought, before turning to you.

“Alright, Y/N.  What do you propose we do?” You grinned to yourself. The fan theories would never come in useful, they said.  Well you were about to prove them wrong.  You grabbed a piece of parchment and quill from the table and laid them out.  You began to write as you tried to ignore Arthur’s burning gaze on you. “Well first of all…”

So.  The fan theories didn’t work.  You had followed the plan step for step, but after Arthur tackled you out of the way of a falling rock, you were all huddled behind debris, trying to figure out what to do next.  “This is all my fault.” You cursed yourself.  Arthur looked down at you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Don’t say that.  If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have been prepared for this at all.  Thanks to you, we have a chance.”  You scoffed.

“A chance?  Look around.”  He sighed and pulled you closer.

“Don’t blame yourself.”

“Arthur, come on.  What part of this am I not to blame for?” He sighed again.  He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by a rumbling noise above you.  You both looked up as rocks fell towards you.  Arthur slung his arm around your waist and flung you out of the way.  Rocks hit the exact spot you had been sitting. 

“Are you alright?” He asked from where he was crouched above you.  You nodded breathlessly.  You saw him relax.  “Good.”  He looked around, before helping you up and running to another hiding spot.  You both tried to catch your breath, as you heard a pair of footsteps.  You looked over the edge of your hiding spot as Lancelot walked towards the rift.

History was repeating itself.  You ran towards Lancelot and grabbed his shoulder.  His head snapped to look at you.  “Don’t!”  You snapped.  “If you go in there you’ll die!”  Arthur came up behind you and locked his arms around you, pulling you away from the rift. You glanced towards it and froze.

You could see your room, exactly as you’d left it the night before.  “I know how to stop it,” You breathed.  Arthur’s grip on you loosened and you turned to look at him. He stared at you as if he knew exactly what your plan was.

“No.” He said firmly.  “Absolutely not.”  …Apparently he did know exactly what your plan was.

“I can see my home on the other side.” You argued.  “I’ll be fine!”

“Your home is with us!” He shouted and you blinked in surprise.  “…With me.”  You sighed.  He wasn’t making this easy.  You looked up, gently grabbed his face, and pulled him in for a kiss.  He quickly melted into the kiss, and you took your chance. 

“I’m sorry,” Your voice cracked as you mumbled against his lips.  Before he could do anything, you shoved him over, and raced towards the rift.

You ran through without a second look, ignoring the shouts for you to stop.  You collided with your wall as you stopped yourself.  You turned around to see Arthur racing towards you.  The rift closed before he could even get close.

And then you were both alone.

Thanks to the anon that requested this one!

rails switching, tracks collapsing, we have always been a train wreck. you are forever aiming DEAD AHEAD and i lay down at your feet for you to run right over me.

rioting against the time we have, screaming out to heavens and unknown gods WHY CANT YOU SLOW DOWN WHY must you ruin everything you touch? you tear through ghost towns and sheriffs nod their respect back to you, you are a steam powered force to be reckoned with.

i know you wont come back this way, and even if you did i know you’d be on your way with someone else. but you needed me once, to lay parallel my bones for your track to elsewhere, and maybe, just maybe, i could pull myself apart and you’d use me again.

—  i’ll be your train tracks, give me my brain back // Mt