this was more trouble than it was worth sigh

Let’s be real, if Yondu was somehow still around post-gotg vol 2, Peter would be SO OBNOXIOUS. And there would be no stopping him. - “Hey! Hey Dad! Watch this, old man!!” “QUIT IT, JACKASS,YOU GONNA GET US ALL KILLED” “Ha! Classic Yondu.” - “You’re proud of me. I can tell.” “Get away from me. Are… are you hUGGin’ me? Gerroff, and quit bein’ a goddamn pussy!” “So proud.” - “More trouble than you’re worth, boy. Startin’ to regret I kept you.” “Nah, you called yourself my daddy during a near death experience. Face it, ya old bastard, you loooooooove me!” “I’ll end you.” - “One'a these days I'ma go ahead and let them eat you.” “No ya won’t.” “… *exasperated sigh* Naw, I won’t.”

Secrets..?

Background: Going through a cave and finding a giant 150ft metal plated stone door with Celestial on the door. Me, a gnome cleric who knows celestial, and the human bard, and the dragonborn rouge are trying to figure out the riddle written on the door. 

Me: *Reading the text on the door to the group* The riddle in says, “When you have me, you want to share me. When you share me, you don’t have me. What am I?” *whole group thinks for a while* 
Rogue: *shrugs* I dunno 
Bard: I know what it is! The answer is a secret!  
Me: Wooooow, just because we can’t figure it out and you did, you don’t want to share it with us. RUDE. 
Bard: No no no, I’m saying that the answer’s a secret! 
Me: I know you know, geez, then why don’t you tell us! *getting irritated* 
Rogue: *snorts as she understood what was going on a while ago* 
Bard: *After approx. 5 minutes of trying to tell me the answer he gives up* Sigh.. what I’m trying to say is that the answer is, quote ‘a secret’ end quote. 
Me: OH. Why didn’t you say so earlier? *says ‘a secret’ in celestial* 
DM: The door swings open and lights flicker on inside past the door. 

Later we barely pass the skills challenge (we only passed because of the bard) and was one fail away from dying after trying to loot the chest we found in the room past said door. We proceeded to roll amazingly for the loot we found in the chest.  Bard: That was more trouble than it was worth I swear. (As the bard took most of the damage from traps and everything else in the cave in general). 

mercy

Genre: Angst

Length: 4.2k words

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Yoongi whispered.

I looked at him in disbelief. The tears that were threatening to fall soon enough shamelessly came and for a second I thought I felt my heart actually break. Deep down, I wanted everything to be a joke, I wanted this to be some sort of sick prank. But looking at Yoongi’s face, I knew it was far from that.

“Why did you do it?” I asked looking down. He stayed quiet, not daring to look at me, and after what felt like hours he took a deep breath.

“I honestly don’t know Y/N,” he began “I wasn’t thinking at all.” I let out a sob.. Wasn’t thinking? What does he mean he wasn’t thinking? Is he meaning to tell me that I didn’t cross his mind not once?

“I-It was more than just sex with her Y/N, as much as she seems to be bitch to everyone she isn’t bad. I don’t know what to do. I already lost so much by doing this.” He added as he turned to look at me.

My heart shattered. The only thing worse than getting cheated on is, having the person who cheated on you not wanting to fix it. We were invincible. Since I was 15 I vowed to commit to him and overcome any obstacles that life threw at us. Every fight we had was resolved by the end of the day because we never went to sleep mad at each other. But now, years later I never thought anything would change. And to be honest.. I was too naive to think this would last forever. Yoongi always had eyes for me, he always thought about me before he made a decision. Looking into the eyes of the love of your life and not seeing a spark anymore is heartbreaking. To feel like I was not worth fighting for anymore made me feel worthless.

“I love you Y/N, I still want you around.” Yoongi said breaking me out of my thoughts. “Even if we’re not together you will always be mine.” he added. My body went numb, my mind went blank. I looked at him and smiled. “I’ll never leave Yoongi.”

The next couple weeks were gloomy. Even though Yoongi never stopped talking to me, every night always ended with an argument, which resulted in him blocking me and ignoring me until he felt like talking to me again. Meanwhile I was constantly surrounded by a dark cloud that didn’t leave. I barely got out bed. And when I did, I would find any reason to go back to my hole of self pity. I didn’t eat much anymore and only got a couple hours of sleep at night. Constant thoughts attacked my mind telling me I wasn’t good enough to keep him, that he was better off without me, that I needed him. And as crazy as it sounds, I wanted him back more than anything. I wanted to have another chance to show that I can be a better girlfriend to him, better than her. I never asked about her. I didn’t want to know anything about her. The one girl who managed to make him do this. And from what I heard she wasn’t with Yoongi because she liked him. Anyone can tell she was just using him, but he was too blind to see that. She had him wrapped around her little finger and still slept with any guy she wanted, while Yoongi pretended that he didn’t know. And that’s what killed me.

It was around 10:30pm when Yoongi called. I mentally cursed at myself for answering so quickly, “Hey,” I said. “Hey babygirl, just wanted to hear your voice.” I could feel my face turn red and softly smiled at his words. “I miss you.” I said. For the next two hours we were on the phone and for once I was happy.

“Are you free tomorrow?” I ask. As much as I wanted to give him space, I wanted to see him.

I hear him heavily sigh and I already knew what was coming. “I’m sorry Y/N, I want to see you as much as you do but-” he mumbled. My heart sank and a feeling of sadness came over me. “Yeah I get it, she means more to you than I ever did.” I replied. “Please don’t start Y/N we were talking just fine.” he said.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “News flash, I haven’t been fine since you chose her over me, you only knew her for a week.”

“STOP. Y/N goddammit don’t fucking start again.” He yelled out. I could hear his breathing increase and I knew him well enough to know he was pissed.

“Why are you doing this to me huh Yoongi? Was I that fucking horrible to you that you had to do this to me?” I cried. Again tears rolled down my face and I started sobbing.

“I’m not dealing with this tonight.” He said and hung up.

Fucking asshole. That’s what he’s good at, ignoring me and running away from his problems. I dialed his number again hoping he could pick up but soon realized he blocked my number. I began to panic knowing very well I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight if he was ignoring me.

For the next hour I constantly called hoping he would unblock me but I had no luck. My sobbing increased and I began to feel suffocated in my apartment. I just wanted to run, I wanted to run until I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, I wanted to disappear. I knew I was pathetic doing this to myself. But I couldn’t help it, Min Yoongi destroyed me.

I couldn’t take being inside anymore and left my apartment to clear my head. It was almost midnight and although it wasn’t a good idea to be walking at this hour, I didn’t care. The night air made me shiver and I decided not to go very far considering it was cold. I walked to the gym right by my apartment and sat at the side of the building. I tried dialing Yoongi again, and sure enough he didn’t pick up. I put my phone back in my pocket and buried my face in my hands and cried. Why wasn’t I good enough for him anymore? Why am I still around for him begging him to come back when it’s not what he wants anymore? I was deeply in love with him to even think about moving on, and he knew that.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out this late crying.” A voice said, that made your head snap up.

My eyes met the face of a stranger, a very attractive stranger.

I quickly wiped my tears away and stood up backing away from him,  “Ahh I’m sorry” I replied flustered.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” I smiled at him. “That’s good to hear, but what could you possibly be doing out here this late?” I asked sarcastically.

He motioned toward the gym “I work here, on my break.”

I looked at him confused. “Isn’t it too late to for a gym to be opened?” I replied. 

“It’s opened 24/7, I work the night shifts.” He said. I nodded at him and sat back down.

“Now if you don’t mind me asking, why were you crying?” He asked.

I bit my lip and tried to come up with some random excuse. “Umm it’s just tha-” I started to say.

“Boyfriend troubles?” He blurted.   

I chuckled, “Something like that.”

“Mind telling me about it?” He asked.

I looked away sighing. “Honestly.. I’m not ready to talk about it just yet, but long story short he cheated on me.. and somehow I can’t let him go.”

“By the looks of you crying it seems like he doesn’t want the same.” He said.

“It’s.. complicated.” I answered, “He chose her but he still wants me around.”

He looked at me, “I know I barely met you but you shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of still being there for him. You’re worth more than that.”

Tears began forming and I nodded. We both sat in silence for what felt like forever until he stood and offered his hand to help me up.

“I hate to leave you alone but I have to get back to work.” He sadly said.

“Right, sorry.” I mumbled and began to make my way home.

“Before you go, I didn’t get your name” He said

“Oh right, it’s Y/N.” I answered.

He smiled at me, “Y/N, the name suits you.”

I laughed, “Thanks?”

“I’m Jimin by the way”

It was around three days later when Yoongi texted you.

“I miss you Y/N, I’m sorry about everything.”

I stared at the text for the longest time and debated on replying or not. And about an hour later I gave in and replied. This was a cycle, he always apologized after ignoring me for days, knowing I would be waiting. Dammit why was I so weak when it came to him? It was like he had me under a spell and I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Can I come over right now?” another text read.

I answered a quick yes and made my way to the shower so I can look like I wasn’t miserable the past few weeks. About 30 minutes later he was at the door.

“Hey babygirl.” He said smiling.

I felt my cheeks getting hot “Hey Yoongi.” I said while leading him inside.

He took off his jacket and shoes and made himself comfortable.

I laughed to myself thinking back to memories when Yoongi would come over right after work tired and fall asleep on my bed. Or back to the first summer of us dating when he would be at my house and we would watch stupid reality TV shows, eating pizza, and enjoying each other’s company. Back when I was his everything, back when we were invincible. The older we got, the more I thought things were getting better. We were becoming more mature and we both knew what we wanted. A future together. I never expected months later for that to suddenly change.

I snapped back to reality when Yoongi cleared his throat. “Listen, I’m really sorry about-”

I stopped him, “No don’t worry about it, it was my fault.” I said quietly.

His face softened “No I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

“It’s fine..really.” I answered.

He forced a smile, “H-how have you been?” He asked.

“It doesn’t matter honestly-”

“It does matter Y/N, even if you don’t believe it, I care so much.” He stated.

I started biting my nails, it was a really bad habit of mine. But whenever I get nervous I don’t know what else to do.

“You’re nervous.” He said.

I looked up embarrassed “I-I’m sorry.”

He cupped my face in hands and looked me in the eyes, “It’s me Y/N, your Yoongi don’t be nervous around me.”

He crashed his lips into mine and before I could process what was happening, I realized I was kissing him back. He deepened the kiss and before I knew it I was reaching to take his shirt off.

He stopped me. “Do you want this as bad as I do?”

I nodded and continued kissing him and led him to my bedroom.

I woke up hours later to the sound of Yoongi’s phone ringing. I groaned and nudged him to wake up to answer the phone. To my surprise however, he declined it. I shot him a confused look, “Shouldn’t you answer her?”

He shook his head, “I just want to enjoy our time together right now.” I smiled and he wrapped me in his arms. As much as I hate the situation we’re in, being with him is the only thing that can make me happy.

“I want to try and end things with her.”

My head snapped up at his sudden words, “Do you really?” I asked.

“I don’t know what I’m doing Y/N, I want to make things right for us so bad.”

“Yoongi, you know what to do to fix this.” I said softly.

He stayed quiet for a long time. I didn’t care though, just the simple words he said made me see that maybe just maybe.. it was worth waiting around for him. The sleepless nights, endless crying, everything could finally stop.

“I’m going to see her soon and I promise that I will fight for us.”

“Forever and always right?” I said.

“Forever and always.”

The next couple of days were a breeze. I managed to catch up on sleep which I’ve been so badly. I went out with friends after canceling so many times when I was down. Yoongi and I were talking just like before. I was happy. I knew it was going to take some time for us to get back together and I was happy to wait as long as he fought for us. Although I was waiting for the message informing me that he finally left her, I didn’t want to seem like I was pressuring him.

I was laying on my couch catching up on shows I’ve missed while eating ice cream, when I got a text from Namjoon asking to hang out. I smiled at myself and instantly replied telling him yes. My heart dropped suddenly remembering how much I have been shutting him out ever since this happened. Namjoon worked in the music industry and was extremely busy but he always made time for his best friend. We grew up together and he was always the one person I went to when I needed someone. Namjoon always acted like an older brother to me, a very overprotective brother I must add. When I first started dating Yoongi you can bet he didn’t approve, but as time passed he eventually accepted him. I instantly felt a wave of guilt realizing I hadn’t even told him about what happened between Yoongi and I. He knew me well enough to know that there’s something wrong just by the look on my face. I debated with myself on calling him and telling him that something came up, but I knew that would only make it worse- I never canceled on Namjoon, no matter how busy I was. Even though I wanted to avoid talking about it, I knew I had to tell my best friend. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone buzz besides me.

“Let’s go to dinner then? Usual place :)” the text read. I laughed to myself knowing that no matter how more successful he got, he still loved our tradition of going out for a greasy slice of pizza and a beer. I sent a quick reply and dashed to the shower to start getting ready. “Goodness Y/N what are you going to tell Namjoon?” I thought to myself. I knew I couldn’t keep this from him, he would only blame himself saying he wasn’t there enough. I quickly put together an outfit and applied makeup to look a bit more alive. Thirty minutes later, I was finally ready and out the door to my car. Well…it’s now or never.

I got to our favorite pizza place and ordered food for the both of us. Namjoon was always late, even if it was something really important. Ever since we were kids he had a habit of showing up late. I didn’t mind though and took our food to an empty table. I occupied myself with my phone and it wasn’t until 15 minutes later that he finally got here. “Y/N I’m so glad to see you!” Namjoon happily says. My face lights up and I immediately give him the biggest hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” I say as we both sit down, “I know I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy.” He replies with a slight frown on his face. I shot him a look, “Don’t worry, I understand just don’t forget about your best friend.”

“Never will” He says while taking a bite of his food.  I smiled and started eating, “So how’s work been?” “Tiring, busy, you name it.. I don’t care much since I’m doing something I love.” He happily replied.

“I’m proud of you and I’m so glad to hear that.” I say while taking a sip of my soda.

For the next hour we talked about memories when we were younger and catching up with each other. I completely forgot about what has been going on with me since I was so happy being with my best friend. That is, until the dreaded question came.

“So how are things going with Yoongi?” He curiously asked. My face instantly dropped and I frowned. “F-Fine, we are doing fine.” I quietly answered.

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at me and scanned my face long and hard, “You’re not telling me the truth.” He stated. I didn’t answer him and instead looked down and started biting my nails.

“You’re nervous Y/N what’s wrong?” At this point I felt the tears forming in my eyes and I felt like I was going to barf all the food I had just ate. I didn’t want to tell him, but at the same time I did. My heart was racing and my head felt like it was going to explode.

“Y/N what the hell happened?” He asked again. I sighed, “I just… we broke up but we’re trying to work things out.”

“Why did you guys break up?” He quickly asked.

“I don’t know.” I lied. I gulped hoping he would believe me but I knew there was no way he would. If I told him what Yoongi did, Namjoon would not let me anywhere close to him.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N.” I could tell he was losing patience.

“Namjoon-” I began.

“Tell.ME.”

“He cheated on me.” I murmured avoiding to meet his gaze.

Silence. For a while there was just silence. I refused to look up and say anything else. I was embarrassed, scared, I felt pathetic.

My head shot up when I heard Namjoon chuckle. I looked at him confused not knowing what to say, I met his eyes and boy was he pissed.

“You’re telling me that you’re willing to make things work with him again?” He rhetorically asked.

“I know you’re upset and I don’t blame you for it, but I’m willing to stay until he leaves her.” I mumbled.

His eyes widened and his face turned red, “LEAVES HER? You mean he left you for some girl? And you’re still around?” He started yelling.

Tears started falling down my face “Please don’t be upset.” I choked out.

He snorted, “Upset? Nope. I’m furious. It’s taking everything I have not to leave right now and kill that bastard.”

“Namjoon-”

“No Y/N, I am not going to let you sit there and stick around until he decides to fucking value you. You deserve to find happiness and all he is doing is causing you pain.” I didn’t say anything and instead stayed quiet. He stood up and led me out the restaurant. “Let’s get you home.”

I nodded and followed him out, the cold air hit me as soon as we got out the door and I immediately regretted not bringing a sweater with me. I looked down on my phone and I saw missed calls from Yoongi. I bit my lip in confusion considering he never calls me. I decided I’d get back to him once I got home.

We made it to my car and I looked up at my best friend. Disappointment was written all over his face and I took a deep breath.

“Can we please talk tomorrow Y/N? I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“Of course. I’m sorry for ruining our night.”

He gave me a sympathetic look, “Stop, I haven’t been around much and I’m sorry for that. I promise I’ll be there more regardless of my job. I need to protect my best friend.”

I smiled at him, “Love you Joonie, get home safe?”

“Text me once you’re home alright?” He added while opening my car door.

“I will,” I said while giving him the biggest hug.

As soon as I stepped into my apartment I dialed Yoongi before doing anything else. To my surprise he didn’t answer and I frowned. I quickly sent him a text and got ready for bed. As I was just about to close my eyes, my phone rang. Groaning, I reached over and picked up without even checking who it was.

“Hello?” I groggily say.

“Y/N are you up?” The other person said and I instantly knew the voice.

“I was just about to fall asleep Yoongi, but what’s up?” I replied.

He sighed, “Can we talk?”

I frowned at the sound of his voice, “uh sure.”

“I’ll be at your place in 10 minutes.” And with that, he hung up.

Before I knew it there was knocking on the door and I immediately got up to open the door.

Yoongi looked tired, saddened, and just… different. He awkwardly walked in with his head down and I knew something was wrong. My stomach dropped, “What’s wrong Yoongi?” I whispered and reached out to hold his hand. He flinched and pulled back without looking up at me.

He let out a deep breath, “I’m sorry Y/N.”

And that’s when my world came crashing down again.

The sound of rain against my window helped distract me from my endless thoughts of pure emptiness. I continued to play with the food that I didn’t even bother to eat and sat in silence.

It had been weeks that I had a decent meal, much less smiled. I debated many times calling Namjoon, but I always fought against that thinking he was too busy. He checked in a couple times over text but I was good at feeding him lies on how I was okay. Although he was my best friend, I just didn’t want to burden him again.

The day Yoongi came, I knew he changed his mind about coming back to me. He still texted though, and I knew that I was hurting myself way more by still sticking around. Soon enough text messages came almost once a week and I could  tell he was distancing himself. What made things worse was that he flaunted his new relationship on social media, and that hurt more than anything. Yoongi was never one to brag about someone, unless the person meant a lot to him.

I was laying on my bed after coming home from a night with my friends and I was happy considering I haven’t felt this alive for about three months. I tried my best to shut the thought of him out of my head and I did what I thought was best… move on. I constantly told myself that nothing will bring me back to how I was when I was so low and needed to be strong. I was getting ready for bed and I checked my phone one last time before I decided to sleep.

And that was a big mistake. My heart dropped as I paused on a post Yoongi had uploaded of them together. I felt my throat close and tears well up in my eyes, fuck. Why the hell does this shit affect me so much? Before I knew it I was sobbing and all the feelings I was trying to avoid came rushing back. Without thinking I threw some shoes on and ran out my front door not caring how loud I slammed it. I was halfway down the street when I realized I forgot my phone and I sighed. I quickly figured I didn’t need it and continued walking. I eventually made it to the spot next to the gym I always came too and sat down breathing in the cool air. My mind began to wander and my thoughts were interrupted by a cough next to me. I shot my head up and met Jimin’s face. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.” He says. “Almost thought you got back with him.” He added. I looked away not responding, it’s almost pathetic how bad I wish that was what happened.

I heard him awkwardly sit next to me and from the corner of my eye I can see he was thinking on what to say next.  

“Please don’t feel sorry for me” I mumble while trying to blink the tears forming in my eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

“Honestly? No. I don’t. I want everything to be okay with us, I want things to be how they were back then. I want him to be happy with just me.” I admitted. “Do you know how stupid I feel? How pitiful I look?”

“You’re not stupid for wanting that, you have every right to feel all these emotions. But Y/N please don’t let him have so much control over you. He’s not worth it.” He grabbed my face and made me look at him, “Please Y/N.” He pulled me in for a hug and just as I was about to answer him a deep voice beat me to it.

“What the hell is going on?”

I panicked quickly getting up and moving away from Jimin. “Yoongi?” I practically yelled.

Shit.


author’s note: ahhh i really hope you guys liked it! I am not confident in my writing yet but i’m getting there! i wrote this after my relationship fell apart, and although I’m still getting over it, writing makes me feel so much better. 

Just For You

Originally posted by bulletproofwinner

Just For You
[Some things were worth the trouble │ Wonjae]

Out of place couldn’t even begin to sum up how he felt when he watched your performances. He tugged on the collar of his button-up and tie before sighing and self-consciously smoothing down his hair. 

Suits were a pain.

Anything more than a t-shirt honestly didn’t even feel worth the trouble.

Brushing his hair was a pain.

It was just so much easier to throw on a beanie, who the hell cared if he styled his hair?

And after all the effort everything was just so uncomfortable.

He was never one to care about other people’s perception of him. He was always the one that volunteered to be outcasted. But for you, he wanted to be seen as good enough.

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This story is for @taylor-tut, who requested:

Hey! <3 I would LOVE to see a fic if it’s not too much trouble with maybe Lance with nightmares keeping him awake all night every night and getting SUPER exhausted, and Keith is like “if you don’t get this sorted out, you’re gonna crash.” Where it goes from there is up to you! Thanks in advance <3

So of course I took it in my own weird and overly-emotional direction. Here you go, I hope you enjoy!

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The last time I did something here, I responded to someone and wrote a short story about aliens in Lousiana, and I decided to continue that story, cause Lousiana is one of the mini Australia’s of the U.S. The post was about how aliens would get scared away by animals on earth rather than humans themselves. Mine was alligators. 

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Nymi stomped her way down to the shack, kicking up dust as she went. All five of her arms were crossed in that human expression that meant discomfort. Roth had trouble with that one. It could mean more than one emotion apparently. But by the way her tail swished, and the claws on her feet dug into the earth, it wasn’t hard to see that this was one angry Vrok. 

“They’ve been in that damn shack for hours now! We nearly got killed by a bunch of logs with teeth, and their searching for keepsakes!” She grumbled. Roth sighed, unaware of his some what human tendencies, and said “They’ll come out soon. Perhaps there is something of worth to both of our species in that shack.“ 

She turned on him, teeth clenched, slightly visible. "Then why won’t they let us in? Why can’t we help them look for it, huh?” She asked. That was a valid question, but Roth supposed that things like this were important to humans. Maybe they weren’t supposed to see a humans personal hive without permission.

“It’s special to them.” He said. “We must respect their culture.” She scoffed, and stamped the ground near his feet, causing him to move back suddenly. Where his foot had been, a claw mark was left in the dirt. Nymi was very agitated. 

“Who cares!? They’re humans, the ones who are supposed to be our prisoners! Aren’t we taking their planet for resources? Why are we letting them boss us around?” She demanded, kicking up more and more dirt, causing clouds of it to fill the air. Some of the particles got stuck in Roth’s face, and he had to pick it out before it settled there. Thorks. He’s gonna have to decontaminate for a week after this trip.

“They saved our lives, Nymi. We owe them as soldiers of the Empire.” He said. “You do care about that at least, right?” Nymi became even more agitated, and for a moment he was afraid she was gonna claw him until he was a puddle of green goo, but she instead let out a ferocious cry of anger. 

“Fine! We’ll stick with the two humans! We’ll find our way to the HQ, and then we’ll report to General Toro that our entire infantry is DEAD! All because of a bunch of stinking-”

“Can you keep it down? Do you want looters coming after us, or what?” It was one of the humans. A smaller one, male, known as Sky. He was light skinned, and very quiet for the most part. Roth didn’t even know he was there until he spoke. In his hands he held a bundle of cloth, with something hidden inside of it. 

“I know your mad and all, but save it for when we’re away from the Bayou. Those Gators can come up, you know.” He said. He dropped the bundle at their feet. Nymi clutched two hands to her face while the other three were ram rod straight at her side, her tail stuck straight up in the air.

“Those… things can walk on land?” She asked in a small voice. Sky nodded. 

“‘Course they can. How else do you think we wrestle  'em for their teeth?” He asked. Nymi gulped, something Roth only thought humans did. Roth knelt and looked at the bundle of human artifacts that Sky had collected. They were strange. Roth picked one up and examined the glittery decorations and the feathers sticking out of it. There were two inexplicable holes in the artifact, and it had a vaguely human curve to it. 

“What is this?” He asked, eyeing it curiously. Sky picked one up, a bigger one that definitely resembled a human face. 

“They’re Mardi Gras masks. We’re gonna wear ‘em to sneak past the looters hide out.” He explained. 

“Looters?” Nymi asked. Sky nodded, and put the mask on. It was a beautiful white mask, with painted black lips, and monochromatic lace ribbons tied around it. 

“There are Looters up in the Market where your HQ is. They mug anyone who isn’t them, and they wear these masks to protect their identities.” He explained. He handed a mask to Nymi, one that fit her face and snout much better than the others. 

“Masks won’t be enough though.” Said Tyler from the shacks doorway. Tyler was the other human they found in the shack. He was taller than Sky, and much more talkative. It was him who had explained to Roth what Gators were when the rest of the crew wouldn’t listen to him. Tyler had a second bundle in his arms, this one filled with costumes and human clothing. 

“We’re gonna need new clothes to fit in with 'em.” He explained. Nymi growled.

“I’m not wearing human garb.” She said, stubbornly. Tyler tossed her something, and she caught it. A bulky, winter jacket with a broken zipper.

“You’re gonna have to if you wanna get home.” He said. She grumbled some Vroki obscenities under her breath, but put the coat on anyway. It fit poorly on her, and made her seem like a giant, spiky puff ball off anger. Roth dreaded whatever it was he would have to wear. He hoped it didn’t make him look half as ridiculous as Nymi looked. 

Tyler and Sky wore baggy costumes with stripes and polka dots on them. “Clown costumes.” Sky explained. It seemed Roth would be dressed similarly. He eyed the clown outfit in disapproval, then put it on over his uniform. Tyler laughed at the two aliens. 

“You two look ridiculous.” He said, smiling. Nymi bristled at his laughter. 

“Your dressed humorously, too!” She pointed out. Sky handed Roth a mask, and told him how to put it on. 

“Yeah, but at least we look happy about it. You two look like your going to someone’s funeral, or something.” Sky said. He fixed his mask a little, which had fallen out of place. “Clowns are supposed to be happy. Act like it, at least." 

They set off just as the sun was setting. They made sure to follow the path the Bayou was going, but stayed far enough away from it that the alligators weren’t a threat to them. The air was hot and humid, something that Roth and Nymi had yet to get used to. Sky and Tyler were trudging along just fine in their masks and clown masks, though Sky had to readjust his every few steps. It seemed too big for someone so small to wear.

Roth chuckled. Sky looked back. "What?” He asked. 

“Your mask is too big. Maybe we should trade?” Roth said. To his surprise, Sky became angry with him. 

“No, you can keep your mask Hylian!” He huffed. Tyler snickered behind his mask, a grin visibly showing. This only made Sky more upset. 

“Sky here is a little self conscious about his height.” Tyler said. Sky crossed his arms and hunched his shoulders, a human expression for embarrassment Roth noted. 

“I am not.” Sky said. “I jus’ don’t like it when people point it out. It’s embarrasin’.” He said. 

“But I think it’s cute.” Tyler said, looking down at Sky. 

Sky turned away. “That’s what all tall people think! You giants look down on us, but you better watch yourself! Short people can be deadly.” He said, poking Tyler in the arm. 

Nymi spoke up, a rye smile on her face. “If short people are so deadly, how come you aren’t allowed on some of those human amusement rides?” She asked, snidely. “From what I hear, the teacups are a wonderful ride for children and anyone under 4'0.” Sky ignored her.

“Short people have other ways of entertaining themselves.” He said. “Like making tall humans and aliens act like fools in clown outfits.”

Nymi looked taken a back. “But you told us to wear these!” She said. “I’m over here baking like a Vroki Truffle cake because of you!" 

Sky laughed. ”'Course it’s hot. That’s Louisiana for you!“ 

Tyler stopped walking suddenly. They had made it to the French Market. It was a desolate hub of deserted tables and stands, all over flowing with masks and costumes, and knick knacks. It was dark, and there was a shelter over it, probably to protect the humans who used to work here from the sun. It felt empty. 

"This is the Market?” Roth asked. He had seen pictures of it in its former glory, and thought it would be much bigger. 

“If your looking for canal street and whatnot, it ain’t here. Those were taken up by your kind for space years ago.” Tyler said. “Only thing left of the French Market is this place.” Nymi walked closer to get a better look. 

“Humans used to work here? Why?” She asked. “All I see are even more ridiculous costumes and masks.” Sky nodded. 

“That’s what we sell down here. We used to sell Mardi Gras stuff for the tourists.” He said. He tightened the ribbon cords on his mask.“There are dangers in the Market.” Sky warned. Roth made sure his costume was covering his suit completely. And Nymi made sure her mask obscured her snout.

They entered the Market.

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So I’m tired of writing but anyway, anyone feel free to continue this story if you want.

Submitted by: @cartooncaretaker

“Excuse Me”

Summary: Soulmate!AU where first words are tattooed on wrist- Y/N hates the words on her wrist knowing that she may never meet her true soulmate. If fate didn’t want to give her a perfect, neat, assured happy ending, then she would be sure to raise a little hell on her way there.

Pairing: Preserum!Steve x Reader 

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1895

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Only One | Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

RATING: Teen | GENRE: Drama/Fluff | 1,948 words
SUMMARY: You need a moment to yourself when you find Gladio flirting with somebody again.

There he was again, flirting with another woman he happened to pass by. And there it was again, the gut-wrenching feeling sinking all the way down to the pit of your stomach. You were no fool; you understood what these feelings were, but just because you could admit the truth to yourself didn’t make that sickening feeling any better.

Initially, you stayed around, thinking that you could manage somehow. But then that deep voice saying those sweet words filled your ears, and you felt your heart clench painfully within your ribcage. Those words weren’t directed towards you. Those warm eyes weren’t looking your way, and you wondered if they would ever truly see you. A wry smile tugged at your lips. It was highly unlikely.

With your hands balled into fists and unable to take much more of this frustrated pining, you turned on your heel and made to leave when Prompto stopped you. He placed a concerned hand on your shoulder, firmly turning you around enough to look at him. His eyebrows were stitched together, and for a moment, you thought that perhaps this blond boy understood you in a way.

“You okay?” He asked vaguely, but his eyes momentarily flickered over to the Shield who was still chatting up some woman you didn’t know, before going back to you as he chewed on his bottom lip. Ah, so Prompto did know. You didn’t think you were so obvious. But if that was true, then surely Gladio must have realized your own feelings by now. After all, if Prompto knew, then surely Gladio must too.

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Disclaimer:  Gordon Ramsay as represented in this fic is a representation of the exaggerated character he portrays on reality television, and is by no means meant to be Gordon Ramsay himself.

Gif source:  Gordon

Imagine it being a scandal when it comes out that Gordon Ramsay is dating you, because of your age gap.

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“Gordon, have you seen the headlines?” your worried frown only etches deeper onto your face as you read them from your phone. One of the more savory ones had plastered ‘Cradle Robber’ beside Gordon’s face. The tabloids had decided to make a big deal over the age gap between you and the celebrity chef you were dating, despite the fact that you were both consenting adults. You’d woken up to find that it was suddenly a scandal after Gordon had mentioned you in a recent interview. What if he decided it was more trouble than you were worth? The worry eats at the back of your mind until he rolls his eyes at the headline he reads from your phone.

“Don’t fret over that garbage, my darling,” Gordon sighs as he takes the phone from you, closing the window the headlines were on. He gives it back with a kiss to your cheek, “Let the fuckers say what they want for a week and then we’ll be old news, trust me on that.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with what they’re saying?” you wonder. “I just… don’t want some news headline to come between you and me, is all.”

Gordon nods adamantly, wiping away your fears with it, “I’ll date who I very well please without some idiot journalist taking the piss out of it.”

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{summary: “it’s like i’m fighting against fate when i’m with you.”}

yoooo who wants another dick grayson/nightwing x reader?

I’m just going to hope for the best and post this 。゚(TヮT)゚。 I’ll return to writing something new a peter parker x reader or work on that remus lemon later on in the week

warnings: none.

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**

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You should seriously reconsider working overtime since being alone in the streets of Bludhaven at 2 am was not an ideal situation for you.

The skirt of your suit ruffles within the cold wind, whipping your hair around your face as you shivered, stopping your movements as you tried to warm up a bit. Normally, you would have no trouble at all walking home to your apartment, since you usually got home around the hour when the city was still buzzing with activity.

Since it was close to the hours of dawn, the vast majority of people were asleep, and those who were usually awake at this hour were the shady characters your mother had warned you about. So far, your trek home was uneventful with only the sight of the half moon in the sky keeping you company, and you hoped that it would remain that way until you were in the safety of your apartment.

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To Build a Home (3/3)

He throws the note into the sea and she waits until she stops in a house that was once home. 

Rating: M

Part One: Here.  | Part Two: Here

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It happens like this:

Nemo does indeed find a seller of kraken blood and Killian did have enough gold hidden in various compartments on his person to purchase it. Legally. Sort of.

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FIC: Heartlines AU Ch 11

Finally! I found this chapter a slog, but hopefully you won’t!

It follows on immediately from the previously chapter. The rest of this story (and my other work) can be found here 

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A Wish to the Moon



They were interrupted by the sound of giggling coming from the driver’s side of the car. Breaking apart they turned to find five children of varying sizes looking in at them. The appearance of a chubby hand which left a sticky print on the  window suggested that a sixth, smaller child also accompanied them.

Jamie opened his door and stepped out. Moving around the car, he gently shooed the children away and opened the driver’s door for Claire. He was immediately set upon by the crowd with much unseemly jostling and cries of “Up! Up, uncle Jamie.” Jamie extricated the smallest child from the melee and swung him up before he could be properly trampled by the others. The child, a small boy of about two, immediately caught Jamie’s head in an enthusiastic embrace which temporarily blinded Jamie and made Claire laugh. Untangling the small boys arms and swinging him up onto his shoulders he turned to Claire.

“Now then, Claire” he smiled as he turned and affected introductions. “This here is wee Jamie,” He indicated a boy of about ten. “This is Maggie and this here is our Kitty.” He indicated two girls aged about eight and nine. “These are the twins, Michael and wee Janet, and this little tyke here,” he indicated the toddler who was now lovingly resting his cheek against the top of Jamie’s head, whilst patting his cheek. “is wee Ian. These are my sister, Jenny’s bairns.” He said by way of explanation. “And this here,” he turned to the children and indicated Claire. “is Claire”

“Is she your girlfriend, uncle Jamie?” asked Maggie, her head tilted as she considered Claire. “Why were ya kissing her? Are you going to marry her, Uncle Jamie? Will ye both come here and live at Lallybroch after ye get married? If ye have a baby can I hold it sometimes? And maybe give it its bottle. Does she have a baby in her tummy already?”

“Oooh can I be bridesmaid?” piped up the smallest girl. “I never got to be a bridesmaid. Kitty an’ Maggie have, but I was still in ma’s tummy so I couldna do it.”

Jamie laughed and stole a glance at Claire, who looked rather bemused but thankfully not too put out at the barrage of questions being put forth by this miniature interrogation squad.

“That’s enough questions now.” He stated with mock severity. “Ye’ll no want Claire thinking ye’ve no manners would ya?” He reached a hand to Claire and she took it, smiling. Her eyes flicked up to the small boy still clinging to Jamie, who was now playing with a lock of his hair with a beatific smile upon his face, before meeting Jamie’s eyes once again. There was a look in her eyes, a wistfulness, despite her smile,  that made Jamie’s heart ache a little. He remembered her story from their first date, he knew of her trials and tribulations in attempting to conceive in her former marriage. And he knew of her fears that now, at thirty eight, it might be far too late and whatever slim chances she might once of had of a child were slipping through her fingers. He reached out at brushed a curl away from her face with a finger.

“Come Mo Nighean Donn, come and make yourself at home.” He wrapped an arm round her shoulders and she placed hers around his waist as they followed the throng of children towards the house.

They followed the children around the back of the main house and out towards and converted outbuilding which had been repurposed into a large family home. What had once been large doors were now huge picture windows which gave the place a sense of light and space.

“When we decided to open up the main house to the public, Ian and Jenny renovated this place rather than living in apartments in the main house.” Jamie explained to Claire. “Tryin’ to keep the bairns away from the eighteenth century decor was just more trouble than it was worth”

“It’s beautiful,” sighed Claire. “Though they must miss the main house”

“Ah, not so you’d notice” a male voice piped up behind them. Both turned to greet the voice.

“We’ve much more space out here and Jenny likes the sense of separation between her work and her home life. It might be only a couple of hundred yards, but we prefer it.” The man turned to Jamie and gathered him in an embrace, careful not to dislodge the small boy. “Jamie, man. How are ya? The kids have been mad wi’ excitement all week about ye’re visit and Jenny, well, Jenny’s done no’ but cook and clean since she heard ye were bringing a friend with you.” He looked archly at Claire waiting for an introduction.

“Ah, Ian, I want ye to meet Claire. Claire, this is Ian, my best friend since childhood who also now happens to be my brother in law as well.” Ian smiled warmly at her, before gathering her up in a hug.

“Welcome to Lallybroch, Claire. Jenny will be along directly. She just had to make a mad dash for the tea room when she realised she had no cream”

“It’s lovely to meet you too, Ian.” Claire returned the smile. “Jamie has told me so much about you all”

At that moment a small dark woman entered the room. As dark as Jamie was bright but with the same slanted blue eyes and high cheek bones, she barely reached his shoulders but gave off such force of personality she dominated the space.

Jamie tensed. He and his sister had always been close, more so since their father died and it was just the two of them but she was a plain speaker and blunt as a dull knife when she chose to be. He had always known she had little time for Geneva, but it had been a simple task to keep them apart for all those years. Family gatherings were few when he was abroad so much and after he returned Geneva’s lack of interest in Lallybroch meant that he often attended things alone anyway. But it was different with Claire. He wanted so much for her to be accepted here. For her to feel at home. He had meant everything he had said in the car, he would turn his back on it all for her, but he wanted more than anything for her to have a place here, for Jenny to welcome her, for Lallybroch to embrace her.

“Jenny,” said Jamie slowly, drawing Claire to his side. “This is Claire.” He had no need to elaborate, just as Claire had heard all about Jenny and Ian, he had told Jenny about Claire. How could he not? When his heart and soul were so unexpectedly brought back to life. Jenny had expressed joy, that he had at last found someone, but he knew her well. She would want to see for herself.  The two women looked at each other appraisingly and the moment seemed to stretch forever. Both women knew what the other meant to Jamie and were wary of a false move. The tension was broken as Jenny let out a sudden laugh and gathered Claire into an enthusiastic hug which Claire returned wholeheartedly. Jamie released the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding, feeling a sudden lightness of being.

“Claire and I will just take our stuff over to the apartment and then we’ll have some lunch, aye?” he raised his eyebrow questioningly at Jenny?

“Oh aye, lunch will be on the table at 1.30 sharp. Sharp!” she called after them with a laugh as Jamie led them down the hallway back to the front door.

Jamie led her round the front of the main house. In the lobby a small group of tourists were examining a sabre mark in the panelling made by red coats after the ‘45.  Leading Claire past them, he led them both through a door marked ‘Private’.

“Welcome to my humble abode” He added an elaborate bow to this statement and grinned at her.  “This part of the house isn’t open to tourists and we keep it as apartments. Its where I live when I’m here at Lallybroch. It’s just this room here, with a kitchen off to the side and then upstairs there’s a bedroom.” The rooms were large but it was clear why Jenny and her expanding family has chosen not to live in them. The voices of tourists in the main house echoed through the quiet. Despite the sturdy build of the house its eighteenth century acoustics left much to be desired.

Claire looked around smiling. “It’s perfect Jamie and I’m just so happy that you wanted to share this with me”

Jamie pulled her close and kissed her gently, first on the forehead, then on the nose and finally on the mouth. “You belong here, Mo Nighean donn, here with me.” He kissed her again brushing a wayward curl away from her face. “This afternoon, I’ll take ye round the grounds and tonight, well, tonight, I shall make love to you in the laird’s bedroom.” he kissed her deeper and she wrapped her arms around him. “But now, now Mo Graidgh, we had better go and have lunch because I know better than to keep my sister waiting”

The laughed and he took a step back from her. They looked each other fully in the eye for a moment. They kissed again and Jamie gave her backside a gentle squeeze. “Come on now, unless ye’ve a desperate desire to see me get a dressing down from my sister.”

The afternoon was just perfect. Jamie watched Claire through lunch. In part to make sure she was alright, but mostly from a simple desire to look at her. To see the way the sun shone through the window and caught in her hair, changing it from a deep brown to red and gold and silver. To see her profile as she laughed with Jenny, her strong jaw and the slope of her nose. To see her help wee Ian with his lunch and her laughing as he succeeded in getting more down himself than into his mouth.

As dessert was being served he caught Jenny’s eye. She and Claire had seemed to be getting along, but he was still apprehensive. Jenny however, gave him a most uncharacteristic wink with a laugh before turning back to the conversation she was in with Claire about a book they had both recently read and, from what he could make out, enjoyed.

He felt a nudge in his ribs which broke up his revery. He turned to see his brother in law had moved around the table. He grinned at him. “Jenny seems very taken with your Claire” he stated casually.

“I know” replied Jamie running his hand through his hair in relief. “I was worried that maybe…” he tailed off.

“Aye,” replied Ian, “I ken better than anyone how Jenny can be. But she knows how important the lass is to ye. In fact given the way you’ve spoken about her round here, I doubt there is a person between here and Glasgow that doesna know how soft you are on her”

Jamie felt his colour rise slightly and Ian laughed again. “Ah, dinna fash, Jamie lad. It’s wonderful to see. Plus the fact is it seems Claire and Jenny share a particular passion for the same kind of smutty literature” He cast a glance over at Jenny and Claire who were now practically head to head with laughter.

“So what are your plans whilst you’re here?”

“Well, I thought I’d take her round the farm and the visitors centre this afternoon, just to let her see the place and also give myself a chance to look the place over. I’ve neglected it a wee bit o’late” he admitted slightly sheepishly. Iam said nothing but made the scottish noise in the back of his throat. “Tomorrow, if the weather is fine I thought I’d take her hiking and then I guess on Tuesday I should probably do some work. Claire said she might take herself shopping into Inverness. We didna really get the chance whilst we were staying there.”

The rest of the afternoon was smooth sailing. Jamie, almost bursting with pride at both the exceptional woman in whose company he was and the chance to show off his beloved Lallybroch to her, took her round most of the main areas.

“And this here, is the tea rooms, those are Jenny’s baby”

“And this here is the gate to the main farm. Tourists don’t generally go in there but we have the community farm bit just down the valley so that people can see the animals and get an idea of the kind of work required  in a Highland farm”

After an afternoon of walking, they sat under a tree not far from the house, enjoying the last rays of the evening sun and it shone through the branches.

“Thank you, Jamie” said Claire, taking his hand in hers. “It was so wonderful to see your life’s work, your dream” her whiskey coloured eyes looked into his.

“It was my pleasure, Mo Nighean donn,” he answered softly. “Ye have no idea how much it means to me to bring ye here. To show you all this.” He stroked his thumb down her face.”I never thought I’d have someone I’d want to share this with, never thought that I could be so happy, so utterly content just sitting under a tree, looking at the house, watching the sun go down.”

“Me neither, Jamie.” Claire stopped and seemed to visibly gather her thoughts. She turned and faced him more fully. “I didn’t know what to expect when I came here. I was so so afraid. Afraid your family wouldn’t like me, afraid you’d see me here and I wouldn’t fit, afraid that I’d come here and not feel like I fit.” She looked up at him imploring him to understand her mind. He nodded briefly and she continued. “But… but I think that I might? Does that make sense to you?” he nodded again and kissed her because he did not have the words to articulate his own feelings. She kissed him back pulling him close to her and he could feel the heat of her body pressed against him.  He broke the kiss and stood.

“Come Mo nighean donn, it’s time to go to bed.”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they walked back towards the house. He led her inside but instead of leading her towards the apartment he led her up the main staircase to the Laird’s room.

“Should we be in here?” Claire asked as he closed the door behind them.

“It’s still my house, visiting hours are long since over and I want to make love to my woman in this room”

Claire’s eyes widened slightly as he approached her and putting a head to the back of her neck he pulled her close and kissed her. He felt her knees give a little and drew his other hand to the small of her back steadying her. Her own arms wound around his neck as she groaned into his lips. Jamie pulled her closer still, enjoying the friction of her pelvis against his. He walked her back towards the bed never taking his lips from hers. She pulled at his t-shirt getting her hands underneath. She ran her hand down his spine making him shudder. He felt her bump against the edge of the bed and laid her gently down on the counterpane.

“Claire, oh my Claire” he whispered in her ear. His arm reached down her body and slid her dress up her thigh on its return journey. She rocked her hips against his. He returned the pressure as she pulled his shirt up over his head. He felt the warm breeze from an open window play across his back. He was aware of every little thing. He had never brought a woman here before, had never even thought to, but for some reason it felt vital that he make love to Claire in this room, on this bed. In the room that represented who he was and where he came from. He shifted his weight back and pulled Claire into sitting position so that he could lift her dress up over her head. She looked so bonny sitting there on the bed, her hair a cloud around her face, her skin kissed golden by the rays of the setting sun. She reached out to him and unbuckled his belt and he let out a low hiss as she ran a finger along the edge of the waistband. She pushes them down over his hips and reached down and took his hardness into her hand.

“Someone likes the idea of doing it in the Laird’s room…” she let out a little giggle which was swallowed up by him kissing her thoroughly and lowering her back down onto the bed. She hadn’t been wearing a bra and her nipples were tight and hard under his touch. He bent his head and took one in his mouth, worrying it gently with his teeth. Her head dropped back and she let out a moan “Oh God, Jamie, don’t stop.”

He teased a trail to the other breast where he repeated his ministrations, his hand moving slowly down her body. He cupped her gently between the legs, feeling the warmth and wetness there. She jerked her hips towards him at her his touch and stroked one finger slowly up and down just teasing the spot where she was most sensitive. Her breath quickened and he could feel the muscles in her stomach and thighs tighten beneath him. Never ceasing his movements he slid his middle finger inside of her and she made a keening sound that seemed to go straight to his groin. She rocked her hips against his hand with more urgency, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He kissed her jaw and neck and she grabbed his hair, calling out his name urgently.  She was clinging to him now, trying to pull herself closer to him as she neared her climax. With a long moan, her back tensed and he felt her clench around his fingers. He kissed her face gently as she returned to earth.

“Jesus Christ, Jamie. Where on earth did you learn to do that” she murmured laughing, when finally she could speak again.

“It’s only for you, Mo nighean donn” he replied smiling. “Only for you”

Claire reached up and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him lightly at first and then with more urgency. She hooked her leg around her waist pulling her close to him, his hardness rubbing against the inside of her thigh. She flipped him onto his back and ran her tongue deliciously down the side on his neck and along his collarbone.He let out a little growl, pulling her onto him. For second neither of them moved as they savoured the feeling. She moved then, slowly at first, but in a building crescendo of want and need. She ran her hands along the planes of his chest, keeping him flat with her weight. Both were breathless, his hands were on her hips steadying her and pulling her closer to him. She leaned down to kiss him and he raised himself, first into sitting position and then onto his knees, Claire on his lap. His hands tangled in her hair and hers in his as they kissed and gasped and shared the same air. Jamie felt a tightening as he approached completion and tried to slow his pace. “No.” she murmured in his ear. “No my love, come to me, come with me” He felt her pulse around him and with a thrust and a moan he joined her.

They lay on the bed, arms and legs tangled, the moonlight which had replaced the last rays of the setting sun playing across the room. He stoked her hair, her arm , the soft skin of her legs. She ran her finger down his chest, making him shiver. Claire let out a contented sigh and Jamie smiled. As they drifted off, Jamie allowed himself to imagine. Claire, here in the Laird’s bedroom always. A crib in the corner, a ring on her finger. He and Claire walking hand in hand across the meadows, Claire in a white dress walking down the aisle of the chapel towards him. Jamie succumbed to sleep with one last thought echoing around his mind. “…til our lives will be done.”

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"Come over here and make me!" with Yasu <3 <3 <3 ??

“Come over here and make me!”

It might have been different if he’d smiled while he said it, but he didn’t. The lord robed in gold simply looked bored, the disinterested drawl of his words delivered as though they weren’t even worth the breath. Dismissive; more sigh than speech. You felt the heat pool in your cheeks, the twist of your lips that betrayed your efforts at adopting a poker face, and at that, he smiled, and added, “Ah but, you wouldn’t want to cause trouble, though.” Bored, bored, his head lolled into a hand lifted to catch it, attention returning to the scrolls in front of him, “So you won’t.” Satisfied with himself, a bare flick of his fingers dismissed you further.

Your feet didn’t move.

You knew they needed to. Or some part of you did, but the shocked fury had you rooted in one place, breath strangled in your throat, and the impotence of it was freezing you, along with the knowledge your struggle was entertainment to him, for all that he made quite the show of ignoring you.

He’ll probably kill you. The thought past through your mind, but ferociously on its heels was a visceral snarl, Bring it.

His scroll hit the wall as you batted it free, and his back hit the floor as you dove, umeboshi in your hand as you pushed it towards his lips, and as they opened to express his shock at the situation, you shoved the plum between them in and clapped a hand under his chin, offering mildly, “Chew before you swallow.”

The perennial cool of his gaze shattered, and the smoldering color turned to burnished, melting gold, scalding and dangerous, and you felt sheer satisfaction that for once he was as angry as you, “Listen, wench,” He spit, hand gripping where your kimono had ridden up, straddling his, and the hand that wasn’t on his chin gripped his collar tighter in instinctive anticipation of a fight, and you felt his weight shift—

“Milord Ieyaaaaah…?” Toramatsu hovered in the doorway, trailing off to stunned silence. Tadatsugu peered over his shoulder at the pair of you.

He blinked once.

Then he beamed sweetly, and promptly slid the door shut in front of Toramatsu’s slack-jawed stare, leaving the room in silence once more.

You felt…curiously suspended, in that moment.

And then Ieyasu shoved you off in an ungraceful heap. You scrambled, and he stalked towards the door that had just been slammed shut, hollering, “Tadatasugu get back here, get back here this instant, you…” His hands twitched, fingers curling in a ghost reflex of plucking.

This time your body obliged the panic rising in your pulse and moved of its own volition, scrambling to your feet and straightening your skirts as you reached for the bowl of plums. Ieyasu was there, then, and you jumped, even as he lightly smacked your hand away from the bowl, grumbling with irritation, “Leave those.”

You couldn’t help it. Warmth, pleased and heart-full spread to your smile, sweet as the sourness of the umeboshi, and that only made his molten stare darken, “Get out, already.”

You grinned, though you knew you’d pay for it, “Yes, milord.”

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Block b Taeil smut scenario: You were teasing him while he was at work, sending nudes/sexting. You were having too much fun to care about how he would react, you made the dom side of him come out big time.

Naughty princess:

Snickering softly to yourself, you flopped back onto the bed your big shirt rising up to reveal your stomach and panties as you laid on the bed looking up at your phone screen. It was fun what you were doing, which was none other than teasing your boyfriend while he was at work. 

Lee Taeil. He was your boyfriend who was all of the above. Sweet kind and amazing. Since you both lived together seeing him was an always even though he got busy and got called into work at many different hours of the day. You just waited for him to come home and love you.

But today it was different because you were needy. You couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt to have him fucking you against the counter or against the wall. Anywhere honestly, you just wanted to feel him deep inside of you. Many people didn’t get to see Taeil be anything but cute. Yet you did. You got to see him when the glasses and the shirt came off. That inked body with those built muscles. He was just fucking sexy, fucking worth getting in trouble with because you dis obeyed. 

Sighing you rolled over on your stomach looking down at your phone. You had sent Taeil more than fifteen pictures. But he hadn’t responded to any of them. You let out a soft whine of frustration reaching out blindly to grab at a pillow you threw your phone towards the left side of your body. Your face burying in your pillow soon as you started to fall out into a deep sleep. 

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You were so out of it, you slept past the opening and the slamming of the door. Your mind filled with dirty thoughts and mixed lewd moans. So loud that you didn’t hear the black practice bag being dropped harshly on the floor nor did you hear the footsteps making their way towards you. Quick hands grabbed at the back of your neck and your hair yanking you up from the bed. 

“WHAT THE HELL! YAH LET ME GO!” You screamed and flailed caught off guard. You tried to fight of the body that was gripping you but soon you were thrown over a lap, your shirt yanked up with one forearm bracing down against the middle of your back, the free hand running down to your ass rubbing over the plump flesh. 

“Count.” The rough voice commanded you. Your hazy mind couldn’t really process what was being said and before you could even ask what a harsh hand slap was delivered towards your ass causing you to yell out but not a number. Growling above you, the hand moved from your back around your neck gripping at the flesh and cutting off your ass supply. He slipped your panties to the side rubbing on your clit, causing you to whimper one of your legs falling from his lap to spread your legs wider as you bucked your hips back. 

“Oh so my dirty little teasing slut likes this?” Taeil asked leaning close to your ear and that was when you registered what was going on. He lets two fingers slip down your slit rubbing and playing with the flesh before he went back up to your clit. 

“I said fucking count, you’re not supposed to enjoy this. And if you don’t behave I won’t let you cum at all.” He threatened slapping your clit harder before he slipped two fingers deep inside of your pussy harshly fingering you causing your ass cheeks to jiggle your mouth falling open to choke out cries. His cologne hit your nose and you inhaled the sweet musky scent when you could, your hands gripping at the sheets beside his body. 

This was the Taeil you missed and wanted here. He slipped his fingers from your pussy letting your juices slip out, yanking your panties down to your ankles he leaned down to let his tongue glide against your plump ass cheeks before he pulled his mouth back to deliver another slap. 

“One!” You barely whispered out because he was choking you but fuck it felt so good. 

“Good slut. Half way there.” He commented giving you another rough slap on the same ass cheek. 

Your skin was heating up after the fifth slap, and instead of stopping he just rubbed the flush with his palm before he slapped it again causing a hiss and a cry of pain to leave your lips as you shouted out the six. 

Moving from your ass cheek he slipped those two fingers back inside of your wet dripping insides. He curled his thick fingers inside of you pounding them in and out at a rapid pace groaning. 

“Look at this nice ass all fat and round. Jiggling for daddy. Can’t wait to make it bounce on my dick.” He growled out a sadistic smirk spreading on his lips as he tightened his grip on your neck a little bit more making you gasp out and though you tried to squirm you knew it wouldn’t benefit you so you stayed still. 

Pulling his soaked fingers out of your pussy he went back to slapping your ass, the opposite this time turning it just as red as the other one. He gave you six more slaps before he slipped those same two fingers inside of you. He fucked so rapidly it caused you to squirt getting his pants leg wet with your juices. He groaned continuing to pound his fingers in and out, scissoring them and stretching you out. His thumb reaching your clit to tap it and rub in a circle before he let you go to pull out his fingers. He slipped them past his plump lip making a wet noise as he sucked off his fingers clean. 

He wiped the extra juices from his fingers before he delivered his last few slaps to both cheeks together making you count out twenty in total with a limited amount of air. He only let your neck go once he was done to throw you on your back. You squirmed around looking up at him and he smirked at you tilting his head. He had off his glasses, his black hair messy from practice. His shirt was off revealing his smooth skin inked by designs. He watched you as he pulled down his shorts and his boxers, his dick standing proud in the air. 

“You teased me a lot at work today. And I’ve told you countless times not to fuck with daddy while he was with his boys. Do you know how hard it is to dance while you’re hard? Unlike you it shows when I’m horny. But if you take this dick like I know you can, I may let you cum my little peach.” Winking he climbed on the bed hovering over you to spread your legs out wide. 

He lifted your right leg over his shoulder, bending you a bit. His hand gripping at his base trying to rub his tip up and down your entrance slowly wetting himself and coating himself with your juices. Lining himself up he wasted no time thrusting in and out of you. Pounding himself deep into your pussy the bed shook with each snap of his hips. His arms flexed, fists pressed against the sheets on each side of your body he thrust hard into you. 

He rolled his head back moaning in pleasure grunting as he fucked you deeply into the mattress. One hand came up trailing form your pussy up through the center of your breasts to wrap around your neck and he squeezed. Smirking he watched you take it this time laying under him your eyes stare up at him. Your hips stayed completely still as you enjoyed the feel of him pounding you into a state of oblivion.  

“Come on, cum for daddy.” He muttered out using his other hand to rub your clit at a rapid pace. His thick dick sliding in and out of your wet folds that wrapped around him like a vice. He grunted and gritted his teeth together as he watched you eyes lust blown and beckoning you to obey him. It didn’t take you long to have your walls sucking him in greedily as you came. Your wetness seeping out onto him.

He groaned out in pleasure releasing your neck to let you gulp in air as he spilled his warm seed inside of you thrusting in as deep as he could to make sure he was filling you up to the brim. 

“Fuck.. Naughty thing you.” He huffed pulling out of you rolling on his back with a pout. 

“I just wanted to make you feel good and just release yourself.” You reasoned moving very slowly to drape a leg over your waist and your head on his chest kissing the skin. 

“I don’t think my punishments are hard enough. Next time we are using orgasm denials.” He chuckled reaching a hand down to slap and cup your ass as you both cuddled.

The Snowball part 18

I’m going to be MIA for a few days guys, I’m going to Sydney for a few days and won’t be taking my laptop so that’s why I’ve done a few quick updates. xx

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Feyre and the rest of the gang were sitting in the living room. Feyre occupied the couch, in between Rhys and Mor, sitting opposite Nesta. Feyre couldn’t believe her sister had found her. Nesta looked as out of place in Rhys’s house as a camel in a blizzard.

Nesta sat in an armchair, glaring at Cassian when he stared at her for too long, with a devilish gleam in his eyes and mouth that seemed to quirk in a challenge.

This was not going to be fun.

Mor had brought Feyre a cup of tea which she desperately needed after the shock of seeing her sister after months of not hearing anything from her.

“So, Nesta is it? It’s nice to meet you.” Rhys said, holding out a hand to an aggravated looking Nesta.

Feyre looked at him in surprise and was grateful he was even attempting to talk to her beast of a sister.

Nesta pointedly ignored Rhys’s hand and looked to Feyre instead.

“Where the hell have you been?” She asked angrily.

Feyre was taken aback to say the least. “Me? You’re the one who never contacted me.” She said trying to defend herself.

“I called you for weeks! You never picked up.” Nesta said icily.

Feyre looked at her blankly until she remembered Tamlin had given her a new phone when they’d moved in together. “I got a new phone… Tamlin said he was going to give you my new number.”

“I don’t care if you got a new phone, you could’ve called us. Elain and I were worried.” Nesta had gone strangely quiet.

Feyre could feel the eyes of everyone flitting back and forth between her and her sister, trying to figure out what kind of relationship they had, and why Nesta had appeared now.

“I just assumed you didn’t want to talk to me.” Feyre said meekly. It was something she had believed all these months. She had been made to just feel like she was in the way back home. She was unneeded. She refused to believe she was unwanted though.

“You think we honestly wouldn’t care when you disappear off the face of the earth with some guy who’s paying us money every couple of weeks? It was like we sold you or something, it was really weird Feyre.”

Feyre felt embarrassed now. Why hadn’t she just tried to call them? She had just assumed that Tamlin had taken care of her family and she wouldn’t need to worry about them now. She was out of the way.

When Feyre didn’t say anything Nesta continued, “Or were you too good for us now that you had a fancy boyfriend? Didn’t need us anymore I guess.”

“I think there has been a misunderstanding here. But don’t you dare think that Feyre never thought about her family, or that she was living in some fairytale these past few months.” Rhys snarled at Nesta.

“Well if she had just talked to us we would actually know what to think.” Nesta snarled back.

“Please, just stop." Feyre interrupted quickly. "I’m sorry I never called Nesta. I thought you’d be better off without me anyway.” Feyre said lamely.

A strange look crossed Nesta’s face, and Feyre almost thought it looked like guilt, before it vanished and was replaced with her usual frown.

“How did you find us Nesta?” Mor asked curiously.

“I googled Tamlin. He came up straight away I mean there’s not many guys around here called that.”

“You went to his house?” Amren asked alarmed.

Nesta nodded and the group looked at each other in shock.

“What?” Nesta asked annoyed. “Was I not supposed to go to her boyfriend’s house?”

“Nesta what happened? Did you see Tamlin? What did he say-” Feyre asked quickly before Rhys’s hand over hers reminded her to slow down.

Nesta’s calculating eyes took special interest in Rhys’s hand on Feyre’s, but continued with her story.

“He wasn’t home. His friend was though. Odd guy. Bright red hair.”

“Lucien.” The group said in unison.

“Okay that was freaky, don’t ever do that again.” Nesta said. “I told him I was Feyre’s sister and I wasn’t leaving until I saw her. He got really weird and told me I had to leave before Tamlin came home. Gave me this address and told me you were here.”

Feyre felt a surge of gratitude for Lucien. But Nesta was avoiding talking about something, Feyre could tell by the way she fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

“Why did you decide to come now?” Feyre asked.

“What, did you want me to wait 10 years before I finally came to see what became of my sister?”

Feyre just looked at her pointedly until Nesta finally sighed. “Okay the money stopped coming, but I promise it’s not just about that!” She said quickly when all eyes turned feral with rage. “I saw you on the news Feyre. You lot too. Involved in a big fight, the news said it was a turf war or something. I thought you were in trouble with gangs or something.”

When the male’s hands failed to unclench from the fist’s they had formed, Nesta eyed them warily and added, “I’m still not convinced you’re not in some kind of gang.”

Feyre laughed at the idea of Rhys being a gang leader. “It’s not a gang. These are my friends.”

“Just friends?” Nesta asked, glancing at Rhys.

Feyre blushed but made no move to correct her, instead she explained first about Hybern’s plan to completely ruin the area and make the Illyrians either homeless, or very, very sick.

After hesitating slightly, Feyre was able to get out her past few months with Tamlin. When she struggled to open up about some parts, a few reassuring thumb strokes on the back of her hand from Rhys helped calm her again. When she tried to explain what had happened at the café and she couldn’t find the words, Rhys’s knee nudged hers gently to encourage her.

Nesta listened to it all with no comment. But she did look at the others with a little less animosity. Except Cassian. She still looked at Cassian like she would like to knock all his teeth out, and Cassian looked at her like he knew and would love nothing less than to see her try.

Feyre paused expectantly at the end for Nesta to say something.

“What a bastard.” Nesta said simply, as if she was commenting on the weather.

“An apology would have been better.” Cassian said.

“Excuse me?” Nesta bristled.

“An apology. To Feyre. She needs one.” Cassian enunciated slowly as if talking to a toddler.

“Cassian, it’s alrigh-” Feyre began uneasily before Nesta’s indignant screech cut her off sharply.

“Apologise for what you overgrown ape?” She snarled.

“You came in here acting like you were better than her. Like she was an ant. Then you accuse her of thinking she’s better than you, when you had no idea what she was going through.” Cassian said through gritted teeth.

“Well you have no idea what I went through just to get to her. So back off and mind your own business you ass!”

Feyre buried her head in her hands while Rhys, Azriel, and Mor looked between the two helplessly as they continued to bicker for several minutes. Amren was covering a small smile with her hand as she watched with interest.


An hour later, Cassian had gone to his work out room to sulk and Nesta claimed his larger armchair for herself, while the others helped Feyre reply to emails sent to her by reporters for websites and newspapers.

Some of the questions sent to her were so intrusive and offensive it started getting to Feyre after a while.

Mor took one look at her and declared work time over. “Let’s go have some fun!” She said to the group.

Rhys rubbed his eyes wearily. It was then that Feyre realised he hadn’t slept last night. “Mor we have enough things to worry about right now.” Rhys said.

“Exactly! We should go out.” She said excitedly.

“I wouldn’t mind a break.” Azriel said, agreeing non-surprisingly with Mor.

Amren groaned. “Ugh not another night out. Someone either ends up missing, in hospital, with a new tattoo, or all three!”

“Rhys can’t drink with his concussion anyway so he can be the Mom for tonight and watch us.” Mor explained.

“This sounds like it’ll be more trouble than it’s worth.” Rhys sighed but he already had a wicked gleam in his eye.

“What if we run into… someone we know.” Feyre asked quietly.

Mor waved off her concern. “Tamlin wouldn’t dare set foot over here, he has his own trashy clubs to go to. I don’t think he’s ever even been to Rita’s.”

“I’m down.” Cassian said, emerging from the hallway suddenly.

“Have you been eavesdropping?” Amren asked amused.

“No. Just went to the kitchen to get a drink.” Cassian said too quickly.

“What do you think Feyre? Nesta?” Rhys turned to them.

“Yes,” Feyre said at the exact same time that Nesta said, “No”.

Feyre turned wide, imploring eyes to her. “Nesta you should come, the neighbourhood is really nice and it would give you a chance to get to know every-”

“No.” Nesta interrupted. “I’m tired, and I’ve come a long way.”

“Wimp.” Cassian muttered challengingly.

“What did you just call me?” Nesta said slowly.

Feyre rolled her eyes at Rhys who had to hide his resulting smile.

“Bet you just can’t hold your alcohol.” Cassian teased.

“Better than you I’d bet. You’re so full of yourself there’s no room for the alcohol.”

“It’s on then. Everyone meet down here in 20 minutes.” Cassian said leaving an open mouthed Nesta glaring a hole into his retreating frame.

“What just happened?” Nesta asked them confused.

“You just accepted a bet to beat Cassian at drinking.” Rhys smiled at her, amused. He reached out to squeeze Nesta’s shoulder reassuringly. “Good luck.”

Silver for Monsters -- Chapter 3

Series: Witcher/Fairy Tail

Pairing: Gajevy

Summary: In a world ravaged by monsters where magic is becoming outlawed and nonhumans are hunted, the Witcher known as Black Steel Gajeel takes up a contract. He expects to find a simple old herbalist, terrorized by a beast in the woods. But in his many years he has learned to never trust what he expects.

Notes: I’m a terrible person because I was literally so excited to post that I FORGOT TO TAG/THANK @spikerr for beta-reading this for me!! And sticking through my streams as I hunted for inspiration.

Ch. 1 Ch. 2


Gajeel coughed in surprise as he fell, face first, into the grass.  His hands searched quickly, frantically, for… well he didn’t know what he was reaching for.  One moment he had been in the refugee camp and the next he was swallowed up into a black malestrom. The tug of the sorceress on his chest had disappeared at some point, and he found his stomach in his throat, all senses caught in a headspin with nothing to hold onto.

Then he was on solid ground, somewhere completely different.  He could count on one hand how many times he had gone through portals in the past, and as he rolled over, gasping for air, he remembered why he had sworn to never do it again the last time.  If he could help it.

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punderoos  asked:

Congrats, love!❤🕷 How about a cute fic that's Peter Parker x Reader with the Spider-Man kiss!💋

thank you!!

“I don’t think it’s very safe for you to be out here this late.”

You glanced above you to see Spider-Man hanging off the top of swing set bar, illuminated by the moonlight.  You sighed, and pushed your swing a little with your feet.

“If you’d like, I could walk you home,” The masked hero offered, swinging down and landing in front of you.

“Don’t act like safety is such a huge issue for you,” You shook your head. “You may not think it’s safe for me to be in a park alone at night, but I don’t think it’s safe for you to run around cornering bad guys, Peter.”

You looked up to see the costume clad body of your boyfriend tense up.

“I’m sorry, who?” He asked, trying to sound casual. “I think you may have me–”

“Don’t bullshit me, please,” You glared at him. “You’ve already been lying to me for months. For once, could you please just tell me the truth?”

Peter sighed, and resignedly took a seat on the swing next to you. “How…how long have you known?”

“Remember when you left academic decathlon early the other day?  And you snuck into the marching band instrument room to change into your costume?”

“Yeah, but how do you know that?”

“Because I’m in marching band, you idiot, and I was practicing in the room next door!” You laughed without humour and looked at your boyfriend. “If you want to keep this whole spider thing a secret, you have to get better at being inconspicuous.”

“I–” Peter hung his head. “I don’t really know what to say.”

“Maybe try ‘Gee, Y/N, my loving girlfriend of six months and best friend of sixteen years, I sure am sorry I didn’t tell you I’ve had super powers for the past year!  It must have slipped my mind!’” You snorted and scuffed your feet into the sawdust below you. “‘I know I’ve been ignoring you a lot lately, but hear me out!  It’s just because I don’t trust you with this huge secret!’”

“That’s not why I didn’t tell you,” Peter shook his head. “I-I didn’t want to worry you.  If you knew that people tried to kill me every night, I knew that you’d freak out.”

“Of course I’d freak out!” You stared at your boyfriend incredulously. “Peter, I love you.  You’re my best friend in the entire world.  I want you to feel like you can tell me anything.”

“But I was trying–”

“If you say you were trying to keep me safe, I swear to God, I will slap that mask right off your face.” You tightened your jaw and looked up at the starry sky. “You didn’t think that distancing yourself and ignoring me was hurting me at all?”

“I just wanted to save you the trouble.” Peter’s voice was small. “I thought that…if you knew this about me, you would…I didn’t want to…” Peter took a deep breath. “I know you’re out of my league, and I thought–I thought this might be the last straw.  That you would realize that I’m more trouble than I’m worth.” The teen got up from the swing set and shrugged. “I’ll just…I’ll go now.  I understand if this was it for you.”

“Peter.” You watched as Peter walked to the playground, climbing up on the structure and raise an arm, about to shoot a web. 

“Peter.” You repeated, standing up and following him.  

The teen turned around and watched as you approached the playground, choosing the balance beam bars and swinging your legs over them, just like you did as a kid.

“Sit with me?”

Peter sighed, but still complied to your request, making his way to the balance beams.  He easily hoisted himself up, copying your pose of one leg over each beam.

“I love you.” You reached a hand out and laid it on his mask covered cheek. “I’ve loved you since we were in diapers, and no matter what, I’ll love you until we’re in diapers again.” Peter gave a small laugh, making you smile. “I’m not out of your league, because there’s no such thing, okay?  I was made for you.  You were made for me.  You’re not too much trouble, and as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be here.”

“I’ll always have you,” Peter replied quietly, letting out a sniffle. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I am so in love with you.  Like, stupidly, idiotically, in love with you.  I’ll never not want you.”

You smiled softly, retracting your hand from his cheek and leaning forward to pull up his mask.  In the process, however, you lost your balance, and slipped off the balance beam.

Your back didn’t meet the packed down sawdust like you expected.  Instead, your fall had been cushioned by a web that had been quickly shot between the two beams.

“I got you,” Peter said quietly. 

You knew he was referring to a lot more than just catching you in that moment.  You sat up as he swung down, keeping his legs locked tight and grabbing the bar with his hands so he was hanging upside down.

“I know you do, baby,” You smiled, gently tugging down his mask to his nose.  Peter smiled softly, and you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his pink lips.

Black Rose [Part Thirteen] [M]

(I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF)

Pairings: Minseok x main protagonist(Iseul) x Luhan

Mafia AU

Ongoing series

Warning: Mature content such as; violence, mature language, abuse, smut, drug use, suicide etc.

Read at your own Discretion!!!!

!WARNING! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, RAPE, ABUSE, SUICIDE AND SIMILAR GRAPHIC SCENES!!


Summary:
Black Rose. The most feared and infamous Mafia in Seoul, with a leader just as infamous and just as feared. The whole country has heard of her, yet no one has encountered her and lived long enough to tell the tale. She’s cold, undetectable, invisible even. It’s like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. Impossible. She walks over corpses to get what she wants and she wants revenge. All of her targets endure hell and eventually gruesome death. Her next target: Kim Minseok.

Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-One | Part Twenty-Two | Part Twenty-Three(soon) |


Word Count: 3,459



Part Thirteen: 



Luhan? Luhan, wake up.” Iseul whispered yelled, looking back behind her to check if the guards were returning, but it seemed as though they left and fell asleep drunk like every night. Luhan started shifting on the floor as he looked up seeing Iseul above him, smiling like she figured something out.

“I got a plan to get us out of here.” Iseul said triumphantly as Luhan widened his eyes and shook his head sitting up and wincing from the scattered bruises on his body. Last night was a rough one and Iseul noticed, frowning down at Luhan and helping him up. 

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“Star Crossed” (Angst/Fluff)

Inspired by ‘Love you to death’ by Taeyang

Word Count: 900

Characters: Shownu x Reader/Requester

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Prompt(s): “When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”; “How long have you been standing there?”; “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

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