those eyes will kill me someday

007 Fest Prompt List

Just like last year, I’ll be using a prompt list for daily ficlets during the month of July. Feel free to challenge yourself with them as well!

1. “You don’t know how to dance? Come on, I’ll teach you.”

2. “Your boyfriend is standing outside in the rain like one of those cheesy romance films.

3. “You look beautiful. More than usual, I mean.

4. “I push you away because it’s all I know how to do!”

5. “Your fatal flaw is loving a man like me. It’ll get you killed someday.”

6. “I’ve stood in hell and stared Satan in the eye. But frankly you scare me when you’re angry.

7. “I go on drives with the windows down to get the smell of you out of the car. But it’s still there.

8. “You can’t tape a broken heart back together with whiskey, you know.

9. “You promised you’d still love me when you came back.

10. “I’m not always going to be here waiting for you.

11. “I could have loved you like that.

12. “Just leave. It was easy enough for you the first time.

13. “So… how are you brothers?!?!

14. “I… I missed you. So much.

15. “I don’t do karaoke.”

16. “Don’t change for him. He’s not worth it.

17. “Where the fuck are my underwear?

18. “Who the hell does that at your age?

19. “If you think I’m going to let you keep that, you’re out of your mind.”

20. “You look like a clown in those trousers.

21. “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.

22. “You know, it’s funny. I’m certain that jacket looked better on my floor.

23. “You look good enough to eat.

24. “Normal people knock first.

25. “You can use mine, if you want.”

26. “What happened?

27. “You need to leave.

28. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

29. “I have to protect you.

30. “Stop hogging all the blankets.

31. “Don’t touch me.

Wobbly Start

Paperhat Month day’s 7 and 8 combo’d into 1 big write (overprotective and first date)

“Are you sure you want to do this, sir?”

Blackhat froze mid-step at Flug’s words sent his thoughts into a spin for the millionth time that day.

What am I doing? Can I do this? Im gonna throw up if I don’t- what am I- WhatifIcan’twhatifIscrewthisupandeverythinggoeswrongIdon’tknowhowtohandlethesehumanemotions

“Sir?” Flug had his hand on Blackhat’s shoulder out of concern. The thoughts melted away as Blackhat looked at Flug in his high waisted jeans and soft red sweater. Then he looked into his eyes and the worry he found there grounded the eldritch again.

“My apologies, doctor, I’ve just never done this before…” Blackhat mumbled off-handedly. The soft laugh that Flug let out had Blackhat on edge until the scientist followed it with,

“I’m sorry for laughing sir, I just hadn’t pinned you for the type to be so nervous for a first date. Nerves are more of my territory.”

“I’m not nervous!” Blackhat denied vehemently. “I’m just….” But he couldn’t find a good excuse to finish with, so he just went silent.

“There’s nothing wrong with a little apprehension before a date, Blackhat.” Instead of answering, Blackhat opened the front door and gestured for his date to go through. As Flug walked outside into the evening air he wished that he could do more to help his new boyfriend, but if the eldritch wasn’t ready to open up yet, he’d just have to be patient.

First, the two went and saw some new nerdy science fiction movie; Flug had insisted that it sounded good and who was Blackhat to deny him? The best part for the eldritch was the  mixed reactions of ridicule and awe that the Doctor came out of the theatre with. About some parts of the movie he ranted on about how unrealistic they were or how they could have created some of the inventions in a much simpler manner. For other parts he babbled on about how amazing some of the concepts were and how they could be brought to life by his own hands. Blackhat couldn’t help the chuckle he let out along with saying,

“Well then I can expect you to try your hands at making them, right, Flug?” The scientist gasped and then turned and squished Blackhat’s cheeks between his hands in his excitement as they stood in the middle of the parking lot.

“Do you really mean that, sir!!! You’d let me do that!!!” Blackhat reached up and grabbed Flug’s wrists and gently tugged them away from his face and then held them.

“Well why not? Have I not let you choose what to invent in the past?” The doctor looked down as their hands and watched as Blackhat’s grey clawed fingers rubbed soft circles into his knuckles.

“Well… erm… I mean technically, but I’ve always felt that there was something you wanted and so I’d usually make those things and well…” Blackhat furrowed his brows and cleared his throat to get Flug’s attention.

“I’ve always trusted you to make whatever you thought was best for the company, Flug. That’s why I’m telling you that you could make these inventions because I know you’d make them effective and beneficial.”

“You trust me?”

“Of course I do.” Despite the paper bag in the way, Blackhat could tell that his boyfriend was positively beaming.

“Well then come on, sir! I have something I want to show you then!” Then Flug let go of one hand and held tight to the other as he took off running. Blackhat was quick to follow suit.

Buildings and trees flew by as they went. The sun that was almost set, giving way to a 3/4th’s moon and a spattering of stars high above. When Flug came to sudden stop, the eldritch nearly crashed into him. After shaking away the disorientation, Blackhat took in his surrounds and felt a strange emotion flood him.

They must have been in the middle of the city park judging by their surroundings. In front of them through was a huge fountain. The center piece to it was a huge swan with his beak opened towards the sky. Around this were other smaller swans and dolphins leaping towards the stars. What was most stunning through was the lights that glanced off of the arches of water  and white marble in a myriad of colors. Even Blackhat, an eldritch being who had seen many things, was stunned into silence.

Beside him, Flug was elated to see that his boyfriend loved the fountain as much as he did, and so he hooked his arm through the eldritch’s and leaned into him.

“I didn’t know this is what the fountain looked like at night,” Blackhat finally murmured.

“I’m glad you like it, Black Hat,” Flug giggled. “I discovered it on a night I was having trouble sleeping, and so I took a walk… It’s very calming, isn’t it?”

“It is…” But with a loud bang the peaceful moment was shattered.

Blackhat cried out and was knocked forward into the water as something slammed into his shoulder and then tore through it. Flug turned around to see a figure emerging from the bushes with a malignant grin on their face.

“Hey there, Blackhat! Been a while, hasn’t it?!” The high-pitched voiced shadow stepped into the light to reveal a monstrous being. Purple skin was mostly covered by a turtleneck tank top and black athletic pants. A pair of horns curled back around long pointed ears, and yellow cat-like eyes gleamed with murder.

“Fang?” Blackhat grunted out from behind. Flug turned back around to find the eldritch bleeding dark green, and staring wide-eyed at his assailant.

“The one and only! I know you thought you’d left me for dead all those years back, but someone saved me just so I could come back and kill you someday!”

“How did you-”

“I’ve been waiting for months to get you at a vulnerable moment, Blackie! This date you’ve been having with your stupid little boytoy has let your guard down enough finally so, here I am!” Fang moved in towards Flug until they were towering over him. “You used to tell me that love was a weakness, Blackie, Best to get rid of those.” The sharp toothed smirk Fang flashed at Blackhat shot a cold fear down the eldritch spine.

“Don’t hurt him!” Blackhat cried out. Just as the words left him though Flug was flying across the grass from a punch to the face. Fury flooded Blackhat’s veins and a snarl curled his lips. Standing up in water Blackhat tried to shift his form so he could destroy his nemesis, but he found that he was numb. Fang laughed cruelly.

“It took forever but apparently my neutralizing bullets work now, huh?” Blackhat attempted to shift again, but he only felt pain from the still slowly bleeding bullet wound. Fang reach over the pool’s edge and pulled Blackhat in by the lapels of his suit coat. “How’s it feel to be powerless!”

“MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY IT TOO!” Came Flug’s voice, then there was a flash of green, and Fang screeched. The creature let go of his prey to grasp at the open hole in it’s side. Then Fang was tacked to the ground by Flug, who punched them square in the jaw. “Take that!” Another punch. “And that, jerk!” Each word was accented by a carefully calculated fist. “Go! To! Hell! And never touch my boyfriend again!” Flug was breathing heavily, and the person beneath him bruised and bleeding. A loud splash as Blackhat collapsed back into the fountain had Flug off of Fang and immediately at the eldritch side.

“Blackhat! Sir! Are you okay!?” As green dripped down and then dissipated into the water laughter filled the night air; Blackhat was shaking with with mirth as Flug fussed over him. “Sir! What’s so funny?! You’re injured!” Blackhat grabbed the doctor’s face, and looked him in the eyes.

“I just didn’t know you were so protective of me, Flug!” The deadly smile and the flicker of a forked tongue had the scientist knowing just how much teasing he was going to get over this incident.

“S-sir- I just- I just was trying to make sure you were okay! I-I didn’t-”

“If you weren’t being overprotective then why did you feel the need to punch my assassin to the brink of death?”

“Sh-shut up!” Flug left Blackhat in the water and pulled out a sleek, red, gun looking object. “I gotta take care of this before you keep blathering on and distract me anymore.” Then he pulled a trigger and the nearly dead body of Fang disappeared in a puff of smoke and red light. “There, now they won’t be coming back to hurt you again.”

Blackhat opened his mouth to comment on his boyfriend’s behavior when suddenly a needle was being jammed into his upper arm.

“AhhHHHh aRRRGGG! That STINGS!” Flug was giving him a deadpanned look that told the eldritch he was done with the teasing.

“I just gave you a serum that should reverse the effects of the bullet, so shift your wound closed…and maybe tell me what happened back there?”

“What do you mean?” Flug offered a hand to help Blackhat out of the water tossed him a small blue disc and told him that it would dry his clothes before answering.

“I mean with you freezing up when I was threatened rather than attacking right away like I know you usually would? Were you … scared of something?”

“I…” Blackhat’s face fell, and he couldn’t look at the doctor.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I just… I’ve been on edge all night even if I haven’t been showing it and I-I-” Blackhat’s fists clenched by his sides, as he struggled to hold back the hot tears building behind his eye. “I’ve been scared that I was going to ruin this date somehow and you’d hate me, andIdon’tknowhyI’mgettingsoanxiousoverthisstuff I’m not a human, and I’m sorry!” Blackhat was trembling and he hated it. He felt weak and vulnerable but he didn’t know how to control his new emotions so he couldn’t put an end to them.

“Hey,” Flug’s voice was soft like a comforting blanket. “I’m right here, Blackhat, and you didn’t ruin the date, you can’t ruin this date, because I love you. I know you’re not human, and I know you’re tryin’ to figure out your emotions, so I’m not here to pressure you into being some kind of perfect boyfriend or something, cause that’s not what I expect from you. All I expect is for you to try, and I can see that you are.”Flug wiped away a stray tear and gently cupped his boyfriend’s cheek. “You’re doing you’re best.”

“But what about Fang and-”

“Hey, Fang’s gone now, and we should go try to do something fun to get them off our minds.”

“Do you have an idea of where to go where we might not run into people trying to kill me?” The way that Flug lit up had a a slight anxiety filling Blackhat’s head again.

“I was thinking of late night roller skating!”

“I don’t know how to-”

“Don’t worry! I’ll teach you,sir!” Grabbing the Eldritch’s hand again. “We’ll make this night good again,don’t worry!” Then they were off again as the moon rose higher. Blackhat’s worry was finally gone by the time Flug pulled him out onto the rink. He knew now that he couldn’t screw up their date, even if he was still learning how to be a good boyfriend. Flug would love him all through the ups and downs of leanring how to feel, and that’s all that mattered.

Kill me with kindness. Be so nice that I die a little every time we say goodbye because I know I leave your warmth and light behind…and carry that in my heart and mind.

Kill me with cuteness. Bludgeon me with your adorableness. Flash that devilish grin, tase me with those killer eyes, knock me out with that lethal laugh.

Kill me with sweetness. Let sticky syrup ooze from your words, calling me honey, sugar, sweetie pie, and every other edible nickname. Jack up my glucose levels before even passing through my lips.

Kill me with love. Tell me you love me in sincerity, and my soul will surely leave this earth, heaven-bound on boundless joy. Fly away with me and we’ll have all this and heaven, too.


We’ll have to die someday, some way…
What a way to go, I must say!

Indirectly inspired by something said to @drearydaffodil

No holidays for hunters

so here´s a new one shot, this time about Supernatural

a/n: it´s so freaking messy. Somehow it makes more sense in my head, I´m truly sorry..

It had been a pretty rough job. The ghost they were haunting wasn´t willing to let them just go there, then looking for his body, salt it and finally burn it.

It all could have been so easy, hell, the both of them were actually quite happy for haunting something like a ghost again. All those new, supernatural things, nothing compared to a good, old ghost, right?

Well, in this case, no.

It took them almost a whole night to get this job done and they didn´t leave the house without several scratches. While Sam was lucky for only having these on his arms, Dean wasn´t as fortunate as his little brother. This damn ghost got him right in the face, leaving a big red mark on his forehead.

The only thing positive about this job was, that finally it was over.

So, exhausted and tired as they were, they decided to rush to the nearest dinner on their way. It was already 10 in the morning, so it definetly would be open. 

As fast as they could they rushed in and looked for a place that was promising a little privacy. In a corner, wide away from the windows, they found what they were looking for.

With a loud huff they got down.

“I hate this job.”, Sam spoke up.

“This ghost was the most aweful one I´ve ever seen.”, Dean agreed. With his head lying on the table he couldn´t see the waitress approaching.

“Good morning, what can I get you?”, she asked, clearly in a good mood. Both Winchester-Brothers held up their head and looked at the young woman infront of them. She had her [H/C] hair tied up in a ponytail and watched them with big [E/C] eyes.

“You both look like a coffee would be just delightful.”, she stated smirking.

“Sounds great.”, the blonde Winchester agreed, then put his head back on the table.

Meanwhile Sam couldn´t help but quirk an eyebrow at his brother. This girl was undouptetly pretty, but Dean didn´t even shot her a second glance. He really must be exhausted.

“A cesar salat please.”, Sam answered. “Alright.”, she murmured, scribbling his order onto a small paper, “What about Harry Potter over here?” That remark made Sam laugh and Dean lift his head.


“Your forehead.”, the woman laughed, pointing to his head. “Did you faced Voldemort last night?”

Dean scoffed, “I would have prefered that.”, he said to himself. “A burger for me. Doesn´t matter which kind of, I´m far to tired to care.” And with a pang, his head landed back on the wooden table.

When Dean opened his green eyes again, a little boy was standing in front of their table.

“Thank you very much little one.”, the younger Winchester said.

“No problem sir.”, the small boy grinned, than placed a plate with a burger right in front of Dean. On top of the burger were glasses drawn with ketchup, as well as a scar right above the glasses.

As the boy saw Dean looking at it, he explained: “Mom said you´d know what it meant. I for my part do think she´s refering to Harry Potter. Are you a fan? Have you been at the convention or why do you have a scar just like him?”

“Neither of it, i´ve faced a ghost.”, Dean said not really trying to hide the fact that he was annoyed. Instantly Sam glared at him and quitely hissed ´Dean´ into his direction. The boy simply nooded.

“Have you tried to burn it? After using salt, I mean.”, he said as if it was something that happened daily. The brothers shot each other a glance. “Wait, what?”, Sam asked. “You need to do that when you´re facing a ghost. At least that´s what mom said. She also said they were much easier to handle than a Wendigo for example.”

“Is your mother here?”, the brown haired Winchester asked and got a nood as answer. “Could you possibly get her here?”

“Well, sure.”, with this words the little boy rushed away and came back with the waitress who had served them. “Listen, I´m sorry for Carter´s behaviour. As I told him one of you had a scratch that looked just like the one from this Potter boy, he got all excited and I couldn´t stop him.”

Ignoring her words Dean took hold of her arm and pulled her to the seat next to him. “We´ve got some questions.”, he said in a low voice. His eyes, as well as his brother ones, wandered to the boy, who had sat down next to Sam.

“What?”, he piped, eyebrows furrowed. “It´s alright, there´s nothing that Carter doesn´t already know. This whole supernatural world isn´t something meant for a childs ears, but his father was a hunter, so he knows.”, the waitress explained after exhaling loudly. “By the way I´m [Y/N], and as you already know, this little gem over there is my son Carter.” The little boy smiled and winked. After introducing themselves, the Winchester asked, what they asked everyone. “Do you know a hunter named John Winchester?” [Y/N] starred at them, [E/C] eyes wide and mouth agape. “I´d prefer to answer this in private.”

About half an hour later the four of them arrived at a beautiful little house on the other end of the city.

While [Y/N] could persuade Carter to go upstairs into his room and either do homework or tidy up his room, the two brothers wandered around the house.

Soon Sam, Dean and the [H/C] haired woman sat in her livingroom, after [Y/N] handed both hunters a beer.

“So.. If I know John Winchester, you wanted to know, right?” Both man nooded.

“Well, yes I do.” With this simple words all attention laid upon her. “I´ve first met him about 10 years ago. He was the one who teached me about all those supernatural creatures that are living upon us. We´ve met quite a few times. Somehow we got friends and he came visiting me more often, he even helped me find this house. I liked him, he was friendly and helpful, but his every being was circling around the one question: Where to find the demon who killed his wife.”

Her eyes were set onto the bottle in her hands. “Then someday he came to visit again, this time I had a son. He was quite suspicious at first, he thought it was his.”, [Y/N] chuckled, while Dean nearly choked out his beer, Sam´s reaction was similar to his brothers, “Oh I can reassure you. You´re the only Winchester boys, no secret brother, at least not from my side. Actually, I found this little boy when I was helping a friend haunting demons. They had left this cute little bunch all on its own. So taking it with me and protecting it whatever it costs seemed to be the only logical option.”, she stated.

When she looked at the brothers she could see their eyes burning holes into her head. “He´s a demon, isn´t he?”, Dean asked angrily. The [H/C] haired woman nooded. “He is. He was born as a demon, so there´s no exorcism. Believe me, so many people had tried. Nothing would work. They all were so shocked.” A grin appeared on her face, one that neither Dean nor Sam could read. “So when John came back and saw this demonic child he was angry at me. He couldn´t really understand. Which is quite relatable, given the fact that he did know less than he thought.” And then her eyes closed and when they opened again they were jet black.

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Within a second both Winchesters jumped up, while Dean grapped the colt, pointing it right at her head. “Don´t you dare shoot me Dean.”, she said, the smile vanishing from her face. “I´ve lived in this city for all those years, hell I even help others slaying demons, my own kind! So don´t be a fool! I´m on your side! I always have been. Not every demon you come across is bad, not everyone is trying to kill you. Don´t you think I already would´ve done it if I wanted to?”

She got up from the sofa and raised her hands in defeat. “Why should we trust you?”, Sam asked, a flask of holy water in his hand. “Because I know where he is.”, her voice was about a whisper.

“Where who is?”, the blond man mocked. “The demon who killed your mother.”


Imagine falling for Gared.

**Based off of Wish You Were Here by Avril Lavigne**

“What do you mean, they’re sending you away?” your eyes were wide as you clasped Gared’s hand between your own.

Gared winced, one calloused hand coming up to cup your cheek, “They’re sending me to the Wall, [f/n].”

“But you just got back,” you hated the tremor in your voice, how weak it made you sound. You could be tough, you could be strong, but with Gared and everything that had happened, you had been deeply shaken. “Please, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

He ducked his head, brown locks falling across his forehead. You could see the grief and pain in his expression, the deep lines of exhaustion spreading from his eyes. “I know,” he sighed heavily. “But the Boltens and the Whitehills won’t see it like that. My uncle says I killed a Bolten and Ramsey Snow will want his retribution. So they’ve got to send me away to keep House Forrester safe.”

Tears stung your eyes, “It’s not fair, Gared.” How could they force him to take the black? Those men had murdered his family and now he was the one being punished.

“I know it’s not,” Gared mumbled, “I don’t like it anymore than you do.”

“You said we’d be married someday,” you struggled to wipe the wetness from your cheeks. His crazy words rang in your ears from all those months ago, a whispered promise that would now never come true. “Gared, a man of the Watch cannot marry.”

“I know,” he cringed and pulled you into an embrace. You clung to his shoulders while your body shook. He smelled of woodsmoke and leather and forest. “But it’s the only way.”

“I don’t want to let go,” you pleaded, trying to commit his face to memory. “If I let go, you’ll leave me.”

“I have to,” Gared breathed, his nose pressed into the crook of your neck. You could feel his own tears against your skin. You pulled away and pressed your lips to his. The kiss tasted like salt and tears and regrets.

“Damn you, Gared Tuttle,” you choked back a sob and brushed your fingers over the stubble that graced his jaw. “Damn you for making me love you only to leave me.”

Gif Credit: Gared

dinxhlxnce  asked:

Jason kinda wished Dick would learn to knock. Or at least, he wished Dick would put away the damn camera

“YOU FUCKER.” Jason swiped at the camera, but Dick danced just out of his reach. 

“Guilty as charged!” 

“DICK. You KNOW I dye my hair!” 

“Yeah, but Steph didn’t believe me! Gotta say, Jaybird, the half-dyed look is really fetching.” Dick grinned as he continued to tap at his phone, dodging Jason’s grabs. “Aaaaaand, send!” 

Great. Jason felt his phone buzz in his pockets and realized Dick just mass texted it to all the Batkids. 

“I’m going to kill you,” he muttered as he hit play. It’s pretty much what he expected: Dick bursting into the bathroom to video him combing black hair dye into his red roots. Then the obligatory threats of excessive violence, and some really shaky camera as Jason attempted to carry out those threats. 

“Seriously, Dick. I’m going to kill you in your sleep someday.” 

Dick laughs. “You’d miss me too much.” Just because he’s right doesn’t mean Jason won’t at least pretend to strangle him in bed tonight. 

Then the texts start rolling in. 

Blondie: #lighthairedrobinsclub

Blondie: i owe you ice cream dick

Replacement <3: why don’t you two send me shirtless videos more often?

Big Bird: you never asked. 

Blondie: what if /I/ ask?

Ginger Squad 2: i second the motion. 

Cass: Girls’ night is getting so strange. 

Replacement <3: does the carpet match the drapes?

Jason rolled his eyes and typed, tim you have literally seen me naked. 

Blondie: yeah, but DOES it?

Demon Spawn: I will murder everyone involved if anyone answers that question. 

(for the record, Ginger Squad 2 is Babs because Ginger Squad was taken by Roy. And Tim hacked Jay’s phone to put the heart after his name) 


Title: Amaranth(P.11)
Pairing: Peter Pan(OUAT) x Reader
Warnings: Abuse mentions, cussing, dark themes, smut.
Author notes: Requested by Anon: ‘There are no queens in Neverland. Just me.’  
Summary: A Demigod makes a deal with The Evil Queen to get away from the curse and ends up in Neverland. Peter Pan is not impressed with the female on his Island, but when he realizes she might just be as dark tempered as himself, he might just change his mind. After all, there aren’t any Queens in Neverland.

He left soon after his last comment, laughing lightly at himself when he saw how astonished I was. There was nothing I could say to him, he quite literally left me speechless and then, he left me enraged. My eyes seemed to only glow even more red when I finally wrapped my head around what he had said.

A weapon. That’s all he said I was. I didn’t matter as anything else. I didn’t matter to him at all, those nights, kisses…none of it mattered and I should have known better then to think they did.

I was the fool in the end for letting myself believe that a demon like Peter could truly have any feelings for anyone, but himself and I was even more of a fool for letting myself have any feelings for him.

I had told myself from the beginning, not to fall for any of his tricks and I fell for the most obvious one of them all. I fell for him.

I snarled out loud, not caring if anyone saw me or heard me as I lifted my hand, letting a large burst of flames fly out, erupting across the forest floor before a crack of thunder sounded from above me. I let my anger continue, I let it feed the clouds, the lightning and the thunder as I spun around and made my way straight for Killian’s ship.

My eyes gazed through the bushes as I looked onto the beach, watching as Killian and his crew rushed to secure their ship from the crashing waves, the ocean bending and shifting to the storm that was being created. I moved closer, but kept hidden when I saw Peter appear near to Killian, his eyes searching the darkening skies.

“What’s this about?” Killian growled, hurrying over to the boy.

“She must be quite angry.” Peter replied bluntly, his face contorting into a grin. He slowly turned to face Killian. “You’ll need to head out soon, before she makes it any worse.”

The pirate looked up at the skies as the rain started to drip down onto the sand. “You better calm her down if you want my help, Peter. How the hell are we supposed to fly out of here in this?”

He sneered. “You’ll have to figure that out then, won’t you? I’m not interested in calming her down, anger only makes her stronger, besides…it’s not my problem, you have a job to do.”

Before Killian could respond, Peter disappeared and I took the chance to storm out of the bushes, heading right for the pirate who only looked at me with a weary look in his eyes. “Aye, Las…Calm down.”

My brows shot up as my hand came up, sending him back with a burst of energy, pressing him roughly against the side of his ship. He growled. “You better be careful, Y/N…No one who thrashes me around my own ship gets away with it in the end.”

It took everything I had not to roll my eyes at him, only giving him a dark grin. “We’ll see about that Killian.” I did release the energy after a moment, stepping closer to him. “Let’s go onto your ship so we can talk.”

The dark haired male searched my face for a moment before running his fingers over his mouth, nodding bluntly. “Aye. Hurry then, before he returns.”

Once we were on his ship, I rounded on the pirate. “What is his plan?”

His brows shot up, a bit shocked that I was so quick to business. His tongue darted out, running over his lips as he ushered the rest of his crew away from me. “Las, you need to understand, if he finds out I told you anything…anything at all, I’m done for and my end of the bargain isn’t fulfilled.”

I raised a brow. “Fine, let’s negotiate our own deal, Killian. I assure you, he won’t find out a thing.” I followed him off the deck and shut a door behind me before walking down a few stairs. “What is your deal with Pan?”

“Why are you going behind his back then? Aren’t you guys some sort of weird evil…I don’t know, do you not reign together on this bloody Island?” Killian asked, raising a curious brow.

“No.” My tone was sharp, not leaving any room for questions. “Your deal.”

The pirate nodded. “Right, I find what he’s looking for and he gives me a way to kill that blasted Crocodile.”


“Aye.” Killian caught my confused look and took a drink from his flask. “The Dark One; Rumplestilskin.”

“You want to kill Rumplestilskin?” I let out a light giggle before nodding some. “And let me guess, Pan will give you more dreamshade?”

“Have you not seen my hand, Y/N?” Killian snapped, watching as my eyes trailed down to where his hand used to be.

“What hand?” I smirked, reaching my hand out to gesture for his flask. He reluctantly handed it over. “I just think it’s an interesting task to accomplish. Not that it’s impossible, but dreamshade won’t be enough to kill someone like Rumple.”

“What makes you say that? It’s the deadliest poison there is in any realm.” Killian took the flask back after I took a few drinks.

“But the Dark One is smart. Smarter then you, smart enough not to let dreamshade kill him in the end. I bet I can help you, something better then some measly poison.” I scooted closer to Killian, my gaze catching his as it swept over me nervously. “Do you know who my father is?”

“Those horns give me some clue.” He replied dryly.

“Hades. If you kill Rumplestilskin, you’re not guaranteeing that he can’t someday come back.” I smirked at his angered expression. “I’ve seen it happen. My dad likes deals too.”

“So what are you getting at, Las?” Killian set his flask down, his attention fully on me now.

“Say you do kill him with dreamshade, what if I give you something better. To make sure he stays that way.” My eyes caught his, I grinned. “What if I gave you a deal with my dad…Rumplestilskin’s soul. All yours.”

The pirate swallowed, his eyes darkening with the thought of such revenge. He grinned. “You might be more ruthless then that bloody demon.” His arm reached out as he pulled me towards him. “Aye, Las. I’ll accept your bargain, now, what do you want?”

“What is Pan looking for?” He opened his mouth to answer and I quickly cut him off. “I want you to work for me, but secretly. You keep working for Pan, but you’ll report any details of his plans to me, hm?”

He nodded. “He’s looking for a boy.”

I furrowed my brow. That was simple. “A boy?” I scoffed, thinking that Hook had just lied to me. “He has plenty, what would he need another for?”

“Not a Lost Boy. A certain boy. I don’t know why, I couldn’t begin to tell you the whole plan, only one other person aside from Pan himself knows the whole idea.” Killian raised a single brow, as if expecting me to instantly know the answer.

“Felix…” I whispered, my eyes shifting to the side as I pictured the blonde in my head.

“Aye.” He ran a hand through my hair with a smirk. “I wager if you spark an enticing deal with him, he might be willing to give you some details, but he’ll be harder to bargain with then myself. Boy’s bloody loyal to Pan.”

I turned my head to catch Killian’s look, cocking a brow at the look on his face. “Well then, do we have a deal, Captain?”

He smirked. “Aye, but I like to seal my deals with pretty girls a bit differently then a handshake.”

My lips turned up into a small smirk and I pondered if he was hinting at a kiss to seal the deal or something more. Of course, even if it was just a kiss…if I guided it further it’d be a great bit to hold against him if he crossed me later on. A part of me also wondered, if Peter found out…Would he be angry?

“And how would you like to seal the deal, Killian?” I asked, grinning a bit.

He smirked, bringing a finger up too his lips, tapping the plump flesh a few times. Without hesitation, I leaned forward placing my hand on the back of his neck and pulling him into me so I could bite his lower lip once before I kissed him roughly.

The pirate groaned lightly into the kiss from the gruffness of the kiss, his single hand gripping at my side as he pulled me against him, his lips moving with mine. I grinned into the kiss, making him bite my lip this time in retaliation from my smile breaking the contact of our lips. Once they reconnected, I shoved his shoulders, making him fall back onto the bed he had sat on earlier, I let myself fall forward with him, landing above the pirate with a smirk.

My hand lifted and I used a pinch of power to pin his hand above him, the other arm and hook free to move, but leaving him unable to touch me. I stopped kissing him, pulling back as I moved down to kiss the side of his neck, my hands sliding across the buttons of his shirt.

His head tilted back with another groan, eyes shut tight. “So much for just a kiss.” Killian whispered, snapping his eyes open in surprise when my hand went further down from his chest, grazing over the front of his pants.

“Kisses are boring.” I murmured against his skin, my teeth nipping his jawline. “Would you like me to stop?”

The pirate laughed lightly, letting his hips move up against my hand. “Does it feel like I want you to bloody stop, Las?”

I let out a dark chuckle as I sat up, straddling his hips, my hands reaching back up his chest to undo each button, slowly revealing a trail of skin until I reached the belt around his waist. Ignoring that, I tugged his shirt open, moving it off his shoulders before leaning down to kiss the newly revealed skin, my finger nail dragging roughly down the trail.

He moaned softly, cursing under his breath. “If you drag this on much longer, I won’t be able to control what happens next.”

I continued to ignore him, letting my nails drag up and down his bare sides, my mouth leaving bites down the side of his neck and chest all the way back up to his lips. My own hovered over his, making him arch up for a kiss before I pulled back, letting my tongue slide over his top lip.

Setting my hips down against his, I rotated them slowly, feeling the hard member underneath our clothes as I let out a moan. The moment of pleasure was enough to pull my focus from the bit of energy that held his hand down and before I knew it, he had me flipped on my back, his hook coming up to set against the top of my dress.

There was no hesitation when Killian used the sharp tip of his hook to rip through the leaves and fabric of my dress, his hand ripping the rest of it from my body. My back arched, a moan falling from my lips as I felt the cool air brush against my bared skin.

The pirate scanned his eyes over me once, licking his own lips before he dipped down, his mouth instantly attaching to my chest, swirling his tongue around my nipple, nipping the small nub lightly before he switched to the other side. He brought his single hand down, sliding it between my legs, not wasting a single second as he slipped a finger inside of me.

I let out another moan, the sound drowned out by a loud crack of thunder above the roof of the ship. He smirked against my skin. “Still angry?”

“Stop talking.” I responded, not admitting that the storm wasn’t from pure anger at this point. Killian knew many more things when it came to his fingers and his mouth then a boy like Pan did and I couldn’t stop the noises that fell from my lips.

Killian reached down to slide his pants off, his excitement pressed firmly at my entrance. His eyes reached mine before he bucked his hips up, pressing himself inside me. He stretched my walls more then Peter had and it took me but a moment to adjust to him before I wrapped my legs around his waist.

The pirate pulled back, grunting when he pushed back in, his angle and speed changing each and every time.

I bucked my hips up to meet his own movements, my nails dragging over his back as he attacked my neck, leaving bites across it, the marks healing over just as fast as he made them. His speed increased towards the end, the villain no longer caring to drag out the pleasure. We both wanted the speed and friction to much to slow down.

I let out a scream of pleasure, but Killian was quick to drown it out with a deep kiss, his tongue shoving itself into my mouth, quieting both the noises we were making as my walls constricted around him, his member twitching against them. We both hit our ends with a final thrust before the pirate groaned, pulling from the kiss and from my entrance as he moved to lay next to me. Our chests moving rapidly while we tried to catch a breath.

“I’d say you’ve got yourself a deal, Y/N.” He smirked, watching as I pulled magic to me to redress myself, despite him having ripped my dress into pieces earlier.

I smirked at him as I stood up. “It’s a deal then, Captain.” I winked before disappearing from his ship, appearing just a bit outside of Peter’s camp. My connection and power in the Island was getting stronger, it barely took anything for me to do what I wanted now.

Peter must have sensed my sudden presence, I watched as his head snapped up, the demon currently sitting on a large log near the campfire before his eyes fell on me and he stood up.

He almost made it to me before I brushed past him and made my way over to Felix, sitting beside him with a harsh glare sent towards the Neverland King. I watched as his face turned into an angry sneer and I wondered if he was jealous about Felix or if he smelled the sweat from myself and Killian.

I didn’t bother to ask, only grinning as I watched the different emotions pass through his eyes.

volheimdallr  asked:

Bastet, Thoth, and Cernunnos

Bastet: Do you have any cats?
I’m actually allergic to cats, so I don’t. But I wouldn’t mind having one someday! I might be cat sitting for someone in November and I’m excited about it. My eyes will itch like a bitch, but who cares?

Thoth: Do you like to read/write?
I like to write but I don’t think I’m any good at it. I used to have a passion for reading but it’s one of those things where my depression kind of killed my concentration for it. Hopefully I’ll get back into it because there are a lot of series I want to catch up on.

Cernunnos: What is your favorite animal?
Wolves, owls, and dragons ;)

Thank you, dear!


The following video shows an emotional speech given by a student in front of GNB/Venezuela military guards, some of them who can’t keep themselves from sharing tears after listening to her talk about how discontent she is with the crisis the country is currently living in.

English Translation:

“Me too. I also work everyday to be able to maintain myself, to be able to study, because my mother has no money to pay for my college tuition or any other luxuries. Everything I have, I have it because I work hard, because I want to go further, because I don’t want to depend on anyone. But how can I do it when that is not possible in this country no matter how much effort we put in?”

«We are going to get through this.» 

“But how? How, when they don’t even support us?”

«They will support us. The moment will come, because they are Venezuelans too and it also hurts them.» 

“Think of your families. If they kill us, nobody is going to do something about those deaths. Fight because someday we can all live in a country where not even the police will be afraid to go out. Because there will be no need of insecurity killing us all. Fight for that!”  

She gets in front of the first woman 

“Look, you’re a woman and you’re crying because you are feeling what I AM feeling. I can see you’re all teared up. Look at me, look me in the eyes and feel what I feel.”

She gets in front of the next woman 

“And you too because I know you were crying, look at your eyes. Fight for us, fight for you and for your family. What do you want? You want Venezuela to completely fall into its knees so that you all can recapacitate what we are living? Is that necessary? Is it necessary for more people to die so that we can go further? Ask yourselves and think how many venezuelans have to die for this to end. So that we can all stop agonizing day by day.”

“Take off that uniform. Today, you should all be ashamed you’re using them.”

“When will you all realize that this country is exhausted? We can’t continue dying here, we just all want to move forward.”

Short silence

“It looks like those uniforms takes your souls away. And when you take them off, what do you feel?  When you take that uniform off, tell me, what do you feel?… 
Why don’t you look me in the eyes?”

Lost Stars (Request #21)

PROMPT: “I thought I saw you out there crying. I thought I heard you call my name. I thought I heard you out there crying. Y/n. What’s wrong?” JungkookXReader. Fluff/Angst.

Song Inspiration(s)/Reading Music: Alive by Sia. Lost Stars by Adam Levine.

Setting: AU. Medieval-ish.

Synopsis: But, we were not built for the life of the lambs. No, both he and I, were honed and forged for the life of wolves. We were made to slaughter lambs, and slaughter we did… Rival assassin clans join together through the love and devotion of star crossed lovers.

Lost Stars

I’ve been running my whole life. Running from the person I was—the person I am. Hoping, in vain, that I might forget; but these scars linger, and so do the memories.

Eventually, though, there is nowhere left to run. Eventually you have to face your demons.

Even when they hurt you.

Even if they kill you.

Even if they are you.


The first time I met him, I was a broken, bleeding, festering mess. Barely breathing, and covered in the-gods-only-knew what, I clung to this world with only defiance and spite and determination in my veins.

“Leave her,” one of his subordinates said flatly. “She’s dead.”

He pressed his ear over my heart, felt the shuddering, rattling breath on my lips. “No, Yoongi, this one’s alive.”

“Then she’s as good as dead, and we should put her out of her misery.” The tip of one of his blades slid from his sleeve so quickly, I missed it entirely, only felt its cool steel sliding across my skin.

The dark haired boy screamed, shielding my brokenness with his strength. “NO! PLEASE! DON’T!”

Yoongi scowled, but released the blade from my throat. “Jungkook, you are soft. Someday, that softness will get you killed.” The boy’s eyes roared, gleaming with the light of the stars above us. Yoongi snorted at the glare, seemingly unimpressed. “Look, we have duties to our clan. If we do not kill her now, she will slaughter us in our sleep. Better off that her clan die off in one fell swoop.”

“No…” I croaked, finding the remnants of my voice, hoarse as it was.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise, turning on me with those stars glinting in his gaze. Yoongi, if he was capable of being shocked, didn’t show it, remaining utterly impassive with those lifeless, bored eyes. “No, what?”

“You’re wrong. I won’t—.” I tried to sit, but my body screamed with the effort, and I fell back shaking and sweating and frustrated. “I won’t kill you. Not if you take me with you, but if you don’t I’ll find you and make your clan pay for my suffering.”

Yoongi flipped the dagger in his hands, the sigil of their clan gilded in gold at the hilt. Then, after moments of weighing my words, and probably deciding the best, most brutal way to kill me, he narrowed his eyes, and said, “You’re in no shape to make such threats, little one.”

“I only need one good arm to kill the likes of you,” I spat.

Yoongi gave me a half smile. Practically beaming for the likes of him. “Jungkook. Grab your damsel in distress, and let’s haul our asses back to the keep. You know how Princess Jin gets when we’re late.”

“You know he hates it when you call him that.”

“Yeah? And I hate going on these damn mission. We all deal with the shit life gives us, and make…oh, whatever, let’s just get the hell out of here.”

And, with that, I was whisked away from the ruins of my life into his world. A world that made me want to forget about running. That made me want to watch the stars glitter like jewels in his eyes.

A world that I wanted to build and share and love alongside him.

But, we were not built for the life of the lambs. No, both he and I, were honed and forged for the life of wolves. We were made to slaughter lambs, and slaughter we did…


“I am so sorry for your loss.”

The phrase electrified me, shocking me until my eyes were nearly falling out of my skull. It was no secret that our clans were rivals. We had warred each other for many years, but it was not their knives which took my brethren’s lives.

His face yanked the waiting agony free from its harness, and I nearly screamed. Our beloved leader. A traitor. A murderer.

Their prince presses his lips to my matted hair. To two of the wary, alert guards, he gestured to me. “Please, get her cleaned up. Have Namjoon tend to her wounds.”

I had heard rumor of Prince Seokjin’s kindness on the wind, but never thought I’d witness it myself.

“Thank you.”

His hands are on me in an instant, carrying me, holding me, cradling my broken body gingerly. “Let me take care of her, your Grace.”

“You Jungkook? But, you—.” A gentle knowing nod, and then, “Very well. I task you, Jeon Jungkook, with the care and charge of our newest assassin.”

The flicker of a smile crossed his mouth. “Thank you.”


“I can do it myself,” I growled, lips peeling back from my teeth.

He snapped back. “No, you can’t. Now, quit squirming.”

It had been weeks since my arrival, and he’d been hovering over me incessantly. With two broken legs, a fractured arm, and several cracked ribs, I suppose I wasn’t in the most prime condition, but I was not to be coddled—ever.

“I liked it better when you were cowering in fear of me.” Grunting, I let him guide my head and arms into a clean tunic.

He chuckled at that, rolling his eyes. “I was never scared of you.”

“Oh?” I gave him my best death-inducing glare.

He stiffened imperceptibly, but refused to break eye contact as he slid me out of my pants. “You’ve got nothing on Yoongi.”

Touché. The Weapons Master was indeed the master of more than literal blades, he was good at tossing and slicing them from his eyes, too. I shuddered at the thought of his frozen gaze meeting mine.

Jungkook, meanwhile, tried to keep his eyes trained carefully on my resting arms, feigning indifference to my naked legs. The glimmer of amusement trickled over my lips. “At least take me to dinner before you ogle my thighs, Jungkook.”

His cheeks scorched with an undeniable blush, then smoothing his face with a calming hand and wicked smirk, he screamed, “YOONGI!!!”

I clamped my mouth shut, and bargained every possession I had in my arsenal—which was not much, I’ll admit. In the end, I gave up my caustic wit…my dearest possession, indeed.


There is no word for the loneliness of being the sole-survivor of your clan. No remedy for the raging wound it leaves behind in your core. My enemies had accepted me, taken me, and sheltered the shattered, lost lamb in their den, and I was grateful; but, it was not enough to close the gaping hole in me. Only vengeance could bind me—only savage, deadly rage.

Or, so I thought.

“There you are,” his voice jolted me, my head angling up toward him to look into those kind, dark eyes. “I thought I saw you out there crying…”

Snarling, I avoid the brush of his hands. “Why’re you spying on me?”

“Why’re you so hell-bent on being alone?” His gaze leveled mine, mouth turning down in the corners.

Wiping my tear stained cheeks roughly with the back of my sleeve, I said, “Because it’s easier than the alternative.”

“Which is?” The smell of rain wafted in through the open window of the candlelit hall, one sconce guttered as a gusty wind blew through, chilling me to the bone.

“Watching more people I care about die.” Wrapping my arms tightly around myself, I tried to still the clattering of my bones. “Hard to do that when you don’t care about anyone to begin with, wouldn’t you agree?”

His soft smile made my stomach drop, made my heart flutter with the desire to swallow those feelings and press its throbbing muscle into his capable hands. “It’s harder to heal that way, too, wouldn’t you agree?”

I would.

I did.


“JUNGKOOK!” Reaching for his side of the bed, my hands twisted in the crisp, still-made silken sheets of his side.

Another nightmare. Wiping sweat from my brow, I focused on forcing air into my nose and out my mouth—over and over and over again—until the thundering of my heart ceased.

A week had gone by with no word on whether his most recent mission had been a success. The first mission I had not been by his side on. Needless to say I had pitched the most petulant tantrum I could muster; to no avail, for he was still whisked away into the shroud of night-colored sky and winking, roaring stars—the ones always trapped behind his eyes.

Shutting my eyes to the world, I try to convince my body to rest, but then a familiar voice murmured against the shell of my ear, “I thought I heard you call my name.”

“Jungkook,” I breathed, “You’re back.” Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressing my lips into his until the nightmares all faded back into the shadows.


He’s dead. I killed him. He’s dead.

So, why won’t this pain go away?

Staring at the blood soaking my fingers, my arms, my legs, I scream, tears streaming down my cheeks. But, I’m not really there anymore. I’m not clutching his body to mine, closer than a lovers, one blade soaked with his blood. I’m not suffocating in the adrenaline of my revenge; no longer breathing in the winds that never blow, or nestled in the soil where nothing grows.

I am home. I am in his room. I am in our room.

“I thought I heard you crying, Y/N. What’s wrong?” Water drips from the tips of his hair, the scent of lavender heavy on his skin from the bath, his breathing still ragged from his apparent race into our chambers.

“I killed him, Jungkook. I killed him, so why don’t I feel any better?” Rocking back and forth on my heels, I try to blink the tears away, to choke back the sob in my throat, but I can’t—this storm won’t be stopped.

He sighs, curling me into his chest, resting his chin over my head gently. “Because you never wanted to kill him.”

“Yes, I did,” I shout, pounding my fists over his chest. “He killed my entire clan—my family, Jungkook! He deserved to die. He deserved it.”

His hands rest over mine, lips soaking up the falling tears. “He did deserve it. He did. But, that’s not the person you blamed all of this time, is it?”

I want to deny it, deny the truth that has always stared me in the face, but I can’t. Not anymore. I shake my head, body limp with the effort of tears and screaming and rage. “No…”

“Forgive yourself, Y/N. You have to forgive yourself. It’s not your fault, do you hear me?” He shakes my shoulders, but I feel empty—helpless.

“I can’t.”

“Yes,” he murmurs, leaning in close enough for us to share breath, “you can. You are strong, so strong, but you have to let others help you. You have to let me help you forgive yourself.”

Those burning stars appear in his eyes, missing and lost from the night sky, they glitter beautifully in his eyes. They scare me because they make me vulnerable and soft and weak—all of the things we assassins should not be. But, I know that even assassins may love; that even we may be more than wicked and cruel and cunning; that we may be wolves and sheep.

That we can be lost stars guided back to the sky.

“Ok,” I say tightly, releasing a withheld breath from my lips. “Ok.”

He kisses me, and I find forgiveness waiting on his tongue.