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Day 18: Magnus + Eyes

Minutes after he’d ended the call, he could still hear Maryse’s voice in his head, and her scoff that he was once again at Magnus’. He had assumed that the three months would have been enough time for her to get over the fact that he’d chosen Magnus, but his mother was nothing if not persistent in telling him the many reasons why he shouldn’t waste his time with Magnus Bane.

“Still asking you why you’re with Magnus,” Izzy asked when he sighed.

Alec nodded. “Now, she’s asking me what I see in him.” Alec made a face. “Like seriously. What kind of question is that?”

“You should have just told her he has a big dick,” Jace said, with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“Jace!” Alec exclaimed, not like it did anything for Jace who just stared calmly right back at him.

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Black and White (Part 2)

Dean is a mechanic, running an illegal chop shop on the side to pay for his baby brother’s college tuition. Castiel is a local photojournalist who just so happens to catch Dean on film stealing a car.

Dean convinces Cas not to turn him in, and sparks fly.

But what happens when Cas appears to be involved with a rival group?

Can Dean trust him at all? Or does Cas already know enough to ruin him?

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Word Count: 2550

Warnings: None yet

A/N: Feedback appreciated! This is an AU that’s a little different, so I hope y’all enjoy this one!


“Not much to explain,” Dean shrugs.

“Who are you?” Cas blurts out, eyes widening like he didn’t mean to say it quite so loudly. “I mean, what do you do? Why were you stealing that car?”

Dean should stop this right now. Should make up some lie, or threaten Cas into silence. But he can’t find the heart to do either. Somehow, he finds a vague version of the actual truth coming out of his own mouth. “I told you already. I’m a mechanic. You saw my garage. And I was…uh, I was taking that car because I needed it.”

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I Am Not A Hero

Pairing: Loki x Reader (female)

Words: 670


I need to see the pain in his eyes when I pull his hair back. And, oh those beautiful eyes. So expressive. He is so broken. And yet, somehow, whole.

“You.” He looks at me with a mixture of hatred and arousal as I enter his chambers.

“Me.” I smile. I know that I am the only one that can give him what he wants.

“How are you, pet?” I ask as I move towards him. His eyes track my every move. He angles his body towards mine. I give him the same perusal he affords me. I let a disappointed sigh escape me as I see he is still clothed.

“I gave you very specific instructions, Loki.”

“I am not your slave.”

I laugh and that laugh sounds derisive even to my own ears.

“No. You are my king.”

I reach him and raise my hands to touch him. He is cold and hard but oh so alive.

My hands reach his hair and his pupils dilate. I fist my hands in that dark mane and pull his head back. He gasps in pleasure as the multiple stings register. His throat is bare to me and with one hand I fist it. He is mine. He belongs to me. He shudders in pleasure as I lightly choke him.

“Make no mistake, Loki. I obey you when you order me around but behind these doors you do what I say.”

I pull his hair harder and he falls to his knees in front of me. He wants to touch me. I know because I see him holding himself back with effort.

“You are so beautiful.”

He opens his eyes and I see the same twisted need mirrored in them that makes me double over in jealousy every time I see someone else touch him.

“I saw you with Frey, today. You went into his room and didn’t come out for hours.”

“Jealousy. Tut, tut. You are a king, Loki. You should be used to sharing your lovers.”

He smirks up at me. He knows that he is the best lover I have ever had.

“Did he make you moan as I do, y/n? Did he pet you as I do? Tell me.”

I don’t answer for the longest time.

“Tell. Me.”

I tighten my grip on his throat and he shudders once more. A growl escapes him this time.

“Tell. Me.”

“Yes.”

That’s all it takes. He bursts out of my hold.

“You forget who I am, insolent woman.”

“You are one of my many lovers, sweetie and if you can’t handle that….”

I turn to leave but he traps me in an elaborate illusion. His illusions, as always, are beautifully done. He pulls the chains tighter and my arms extend to the limit. He comes up behind me and kisses my shoulder softly. I shiver at the chill his breath sends over me. In that moment, I know, I just know that he has changed his skin.

“Show me.”

“You are not in any position to make demands.”

“Show. Me.”

He circles around to stand in front of me.

“Beautiful.”

The word is breathy. I don’t lose control often but the sight of such beauty leaves me breathless.

“You are magnificent.”

He opens his eyes and they are bloodshot.

“Do not romanticize me, y/n. I know….”

“You are the most beautiful lover I have ever had, pet.”

“I see it in your eyes. You will try to change me.” He almost hisses at those words.

“Why would I?”

“I am not a hero, y/n. I will never be one. I know why you don’t tell your comrades about me. Everyone wants me for a lover but they inevitably mate a man like…..”

“I don’t want your brother, Loki. Blondes aren’t my type.”

He looks at me with shock. I like that I have caught him off guard.

“You said you were with Frey.”

I let the smile break out of me.

“I don’t count myself among the heroes either.”

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The DJ was really good, Aelin noticed, surprised. 

But the fact that she could still have a coherent thought after the amount of booze that she had drunk was the real surprise. Or not, considering that she was drinking that same amount for two weeks now. She must be gaining at least a little resistance.

Dammit, she thought. Now she couldn’t even be drunk properly.

Aelin scanned the dance floor again while still sitting in the bar. Looking for a victim.

A young man with brown hair looking in her direction caught her attention, but she shrugged, turning her head the other way. The man was handsome, but the color of his hair reminded her of another boy, from another life.

Aelin emptied her glass, and made her way towards the dance floor.



Rowan was hunting. He’d been hunting for the past two weeks now, going in every club in town,  drinking only enough to make himself less intimidating, hunting someone as desperate as him to muffle the screaming in his head with another type of scream.

Every night he found someone, and every morning that painful scream was louder, and his heart, colder. Which was perfect for his job, but not so much for his mental health.

He was surveying the dance floor, eyes skipping almost automatically any girl who resembled her even a little, when he saw someone who caught his attention.

She was dancing right in front of him, with her eyes closed, her golden hair reflecting the red light in the club, her body swaying with the music, while a boy with black hair behind her had his hands in her hips and was trying to move in the same rhythm as her. She was wearing a black skirt and a black blouse, long-sleeved but with a very, very nice cleavage. Rowan was expecting to see heels in her feet, but she was wearing black ankle boots.

Suddenly, she raised her head and opened her eyes, like she was forced back into reality. Rowan felt like he was looking in the mirror, seeing the numbness, the lack of feeling in her expression, those dead eyes.

Those eyes focalized on him, and, like she was putting on a mask, her face turned into something similar to interest, a smirk forming as she measured Rowan’s body. One of her eyebrows had raised when she finally looked into Rowan’s eyes.

A challenge. 

And Rowan had found his prey.


If Aelin was sober, or maybe if she cared, the way that that silver haired man was looking at her would’ve sent her running. 

But he was everything she was looking for at the moment. Dangerous. So handsome. And, by the look in his face, wanting to use her in the same way she wanted to use him. Maybe this guy would be able to make Aelin feel something, even if just for a few hours, even if later, she would be deeper in that abyss.

He was wearing a black jeans and a white shirt that gripped tight the muscles of his arms. As he walked towards Aelin, she appreciated the determination in his steps. People moved out of his way instantly, and his eyes kept locked in Aelin’s.

When he got closer, she noticed they were bright green. And were looking at her with such predatory intent that Aelin couldn’t help to lift her chin to face the challenge.

She hasn’t stop dancing since she saw him, but had forgotten the boy she had thought would be her company tonight. Noticing his hands still in her hips, she turned her head back.

“I think I won’t be needing you tonight.”

The guy, too wasted to understand the dismissal, or maybe simply not caring, didn’t move.

Aelin felt a flash of anger. Anger was good. Even if anger was turning as difficult to maintain as any other feeling. She grabbed the guy’s wrist and twisted. “I said… out.”

This got his attention. He pulled himself away from her, shooting her a hurt and confused look.

“What the fuck, you crazy bitch,” he said, already backing away.

Aelin gave him a fake smile. 

“Thanks for the company”, she said, and turned, intending to go look for her new challenge… only to find him already standing right in front of her.

He was smirking, but his green eyes were now impenetrable. He had a tattoo covering his right arm, starting in his pulse and going up, disappearing inside his sleeve, so she couldn’t see exactly where it ended. It seemed like words, but she didn’t recognize neither the alphabet or the language.

Aelin stood still, with her hands on her hips, letting her eyes pass through his body again, slowly, up and down and up again. His eyes flashed with anger with this inspection, and his nostrils flared. 

“Are you done staring?”, he shot, and bared his teeth at her. His voice was rusty, like he hasn’t talked in a while.

She cocked her head, pretending to think about it. “You’ll do.”

The man took another step in her direction, standing so close that she had to raise her head to face him.

“What was the problem with that boy? You’ve seemed to be enjoying yourself”, he said, his eyes examining every inch of her face, her hair.

“Too soft.”

And it wasn’t a lie. Aelin needed someone hard, cold, impenetrable. Someone who wouldn’t mind her roughness, her lack of feeling. Someone she could use and not feel guilty about it. And this man, with eyes so cold that could freeze her soul if she still had one, would be perfect for the night. Maybe, after him, she could finally start the mission she had in this godsdamed city, and move on.


Gold. Now that he was standing this close to her, he could see that her eyes were deep blue, but with rings of gold around the pupils. And the gold of her hair only accentuated such strange eyes.

To see this eyes sparkling with joy, Rowan thought, must be a sight from heaven.

Oh gods. He was starting to make eye colors descriptions. What was he thinking? He could even remember the eye color of the last woman he bedded. He needed to get done with this girl, soon and fast.

Rowan lowered his head, whispering in her ear.

“And I seem hard enough for you, blondie?” Her smell was a mix of sweat, lavender and something that remember him of fireplaces and bonfires.

“That is something I intend to find out soon enough”, she said, her voice low, but he was too occupied noticing her earlobe to continue the conversation. Strange that it was bare. Rowan would’ve expected that a girl like her would be wearing earrings, big and shiny. What would she do, he wondered, if he bit it here and now?

And, before he could measure the consequences of his action, like he was used to, he did just that.

anonymous asked:

Imagine the reader/S/O has crushed (but she's shy) on Ignis for so long but hears a rumour he is fond of someone else so she gets drunk for the first time and ends up running into him and what would his reaction be?

Okie here we go, alcohol cw below. This was a drabble that ran long, oops.

Drunk reader runs into Ignis 

You’d been crushing on Ignis for a while now. Something about that always calm expression, those sharp green eyes- Astrals, that voice- drew you to him like a moth to a flame. You could never bring yourself to say anything to him though, just being around him felt like a gift. But that day you’d heard that he had been having a quiet word with Gladio about asking a girl out- someone who’d been on his mind for ages. 

Honestly? It hurt far more than you were willing to admit. You had never told him how you felt but it hurt all the same. So when your friends invited you out for a drink at the end of the day you drank ever so slightly more than you usually did. About four tequila shots more than you usually did, and you could feel the difference. You were usually smart about your limits but this time you just wanted some of the cheer you could hear from the other bar patrons.

It didn’t work. The alcohol loosened the knot in your stomach but all that came out was tears. Your friends handed you napkins as you cried your heart out onto the bar, too drunk to care about their concerned looks. You realised about twelve napkins in that this was not helping. You waited for your breathing to calm down long enough to ask the bar man to call you a taxi, then said your goodbyes and staggered outside to wait for it.

You had just perched on a low wall to wait for it when you heard a familiar voice say your name. A very familiar voice. You thought if you ignored it, it might go away, that the beautiful painful voice would not be behind you. The tequila made that easy to believe, until you felt a hand on your arm and had to look up into those piercing green eyes. Ignis said your name again, concerned this time, and for the first time you realised how you must look with your eye makeup left on those bar napkins and your face puffy from crying. Shit.

“What happened? Are you alright, do you need a ride home?” Astrals, it was all you could do to to nod and accept a gloved hand up without bursting back into tears. He was so kind, so perfect, and he cared for someone else. The car journey was tense, and you couldn’t look at him. At least until he spoke again.

“What were you thinking? Alone, in that state… Anything could have happened.” When you turned to look at him, his brows were drawn together in a stern line, worry written in every angle of his face. You couldn’t lie to him- you didn’t think your brain worked well enough to try, anyway. 

“I drank too much… Had a bad day.” 

“I can see that.”

“I… found out that someone I care for, cares for someone else.” Glancing over, you saw Ignis’ hands tighten on the steering wheel. You knew that below the gloves, his knuckles would be bone white. 

“I… see. This is not a healthy or safe way to deal with this sort of thing.” Ever the gentleman, even when he was calling you a silly dumbass. You could even ignore the fact that he was the one you were drinking to forget. As he pulled into your driveway, that fact hit you again: you were in love with him, and he was in love with someone else. The tears were coming again, and you couldn’t stop them, and his arms were around you. You couldn’t stop them and his shirt smelled like him and this wasn’t helping but you couldn’t pull away. 

“I can’t stand to see you hurting like this, you know.” His usually calm voice sounded almost angry. “To see your smile gone and not be able to help. Like someone has knocked the sun out of the sky.” You couldn’t hold back a snort at that. 

“Now I know you’re making fun of me. I’m more like a low-energy bulb someone kicked in.” That earned a wry smile, at least.

“Well then I wouldn’t mind having words with the one who did the kicking.” His banter was so easy, so natural, that you responded without thinking. 

“Talking to yourself is a bit sad, you know.” Shit. Shit. Realisation crossed his face and he stopped you before you could say anything. Was that pity or horror on his face? You couldn’t decide which would be worse. You reached for the door to escape but he stopped you with a gentle hand on your arm. 

“The ‘person you cared for’ is… me?” You couldn’t trust your voice but nodded anyway.

“And you heard I cared for someone?” You nodded again, knowing that the tears were coming again.

“And you went out drinking because… that hurt you so much that you did this?” Why was he doing this? Why was he making you say this? You nodded. He put his arms around you again, his glasses cool against your face as he spoke softly into your ear.

“Astrals, I’m sorry. It was you. I was going to ask you to dinner, I never would have thought…” You didn’t know what surprised you more, the things he was saying or the fact that he, the great Ignis Scientia, was lost for words. The surprise made way for giddiness as what he’d said sunk in, that the person from the rumours had been you, that you’d cried a whole days worth of eye makeup into beer soaked napkins over yourself. 

“Dinner… sounds great.” You managed to sniffle. You walked out of your house the next morning with your keys, your first hangover, and your first date with one Ignis Scientia.