usher son

anonymous asked:

Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?

“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here with me.”

Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.


“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”

Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s driving him absolutely nuts.

“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.

She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s steady hands.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but his voice still has a rattle to it.

“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just like I said before.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”

Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t really matter right now anyway.

“Yeah, see—Sam thinks so. You should lean back a bit.”

“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”

Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas … I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”

“I am okay … I have already told you—”

“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits  firmly from the front of the car—glaring at him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel and her eldest son.

He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally understanding that the only one not fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is, will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in his seat.

Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to him. “Alright then … better?”

Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”

The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit, man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.

Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean? What are you …”

Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.

“Hold on … almost …” Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!” he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the car to see.

Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that he’s doing.

“Okay, Cas. Your turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on the angel.

“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s expected to do.

“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had in mind.

“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix this, don’t you?”

Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.

“I am an angel … I have the power to—”

“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in unison.

And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims, quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you doing?”

Helping” Dean snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake against the angel’s chest.

Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.

The man then stills for some time—never looking away and holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.

You see, Dean … I’m all healed.”

Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming torn as to where to look now.

After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down; although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.

Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake instantly.

“Ah—jeez, Cas … you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.

But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the worried Winchester—his charge, his family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re right. What would I do without you?”

It’s Only Logical - Chapter One

Pairings: Logicality/Prinxiety

Warnings: Swearing, implied sexuality

Patton didn’t exactly know what he expected when he walked into the florist shop, but this definitely wasn’t it. The man who was presently looking at him with an impassive expression was…hot. Like, really hot. He was tall and slim, with hazel eyes peering curiously at him from behind black glasses and hair that had that effortlessly mussed look that either took five minutes or an hour. Well, if he didn’t get the job, he was definitely getting his number. Patton blinked twice before mentally slapping himself. He was here for a job, not a date!

“Yes, I am hiring. I need someone to assist with customer service, handle the cash register and take phone orders. If the correct candidate proved capable, I might consider allowing them to assist me with arrangements, propagation and landscape design. I presently have a six-man crew to assist with the landscaping arm of my business, but I am handling the shop and greenhouse alone. Do you have any experience?”

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anonymous asked:

how do i get into ghost quartet i'm just,, so confused

i have listened through all of gq at least three times and i’m still confused.

in terms of getting into it musically, “Any Kind of Dead Person”, “Four Friends”, and “I Don’t Know” exist outside the narrative and they’re also bops. strongly recommend before diving in. 

(also “Starchild”, which just always makes me cry. and also “The Astronomer”, holy shit.)

what makes it really confusing is trying to listen to it without the SCENES, which is why i suggest listening to the “Live at the McKittrick” album– this has all the scenes in them along with the songs.

even though everyone’s already tried to explain gq, here’s a condensed version of the show:

  • main plotline is Rose Red (Brittain) is in love with the Astronomer (Dave) but he breaks her heart and instead pursues Pearl White (Gelsey), her sister. Rose Red, logically, asks the bear (Brent) for revenge.
    • Bear asks for a bunch of stuff in return: 
      • one pot of HONEY
      • one piece of STARDUST
      • one SECRET BAPTISM
      • and a PHOTO OF A GHOST. Rose Red’s gotta travel thru timelines to get these things.
    • in this timeilne, Rose Red steals the honey from a Soldier (Gelsey). this is the HONEY. 
    • (songs: middle of The Camera Shop, Soldier & Rose, The Astronomer, The Telescope, second half of Bad Men, The Wind & Rain).
  • modern plotline focuses on a subway accident. Driver of the subway (Dave), victim who falls into tracks who is also Pearl (Gelsey), pusher of victim (Brent), and the photographer– who is also Rose (Brittain). 
    • this is the PHOTO OF A GHOST.
    • after the subway accident, Rose goes to a camera shop (run by Pearl (Gelsey), kind of… even though she’s the victim.)
    • (songs: The Camera Shop, Subway, The Photograph, Hero, Midnight, half of Usher Part 3).
  • Usher plotline focuses on Edgar (Dave) the father, Lady Usher (Gelsey) his wife, Roxie (Brittain) their daughter, and the Fool (Brent) their son. Roxie has a child but her child is stolen, and the family then falls apart.
    • this is the SECRET BAPTISM.
    • it is based on Edgar Allen Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher.
    • (songs: end of The Camera Shop, Starchild, Usher Part 1, Family Meeting, Fathers & Sons, Usher Part 2, Lights Out, half of Usher Part 3). 
  • ancient plotline. Scheherazade (Gelsey) is telling stories to the Shah (Brent) to keep herself alive, her sister Dunyazad (Brittain) encourages her, and David (Dave) is also there, he’s playing the piano for Thelonious Monk. long story. 
    • this is the PIECE OF STARDUST.
    • based off of Arabian Nights, and this part is kind of confusing because Gelsey is always Scheherazade in this timeline but Brittain exists once as Rose Red (Tango Dancer) and then as Dunyazad (Monk).
    • (songs: Tango Dancer, Monk, beginning of Bad Men)
  • no-plotline songs are basically just Dave, Gelsey, Brittain, and Brent, having a good time. Rose Red never gets anything from this plotline, we’re all just chilling.
    • (songs: I Don’t Know, Any Kind of Dead Person, Four Friends, Prayer). 

moral of the story is, ghost quartet is confusing, but the lyrics are some of the most beautiful things i’ve ever heard. read it on Genius and listen on Spotify for the full experience.

good luck!


(insp. by @lesbiankelsinielsen’s recent post) tbh I also don’t really recommend this if you haven’t listened to it in the right order, and the fractured songs show it’s not really meant to be heard like this. but! anyway:

• I Don’t Know – sung by everyone, so there’s nowhere else to really put it.
• Bad Men (until 1:57)
• Monk
• Tango Dancer (both the scene and the song)
• Camera Shop (from 1:10 until 2:15)
• The Astronomer
• The Telescope
• Bad Men (from 1:57 until 2:55)
• Camera Shop (from 2:15 until the end)
• Bad Men (from 2:55 until the end)
• The Wind and Rain
• Soldier and Rose
• Family Meeting
• Lights Out
• Any Kind of Dead Person
• Four Friends
• Starchild
• Usher, Pt. 1
• Usher, Pt. 2
• Fathers and Sons
• Usher, Pt. 3 (until 1:53)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 2:29 until 2:38)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 3:23 until 4:12)
• Subway
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 1:53 until 2:29)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 2:38 until 3:23)
• Usher, Pt. 3 (from 4:12 until the end)
• Hero
• The Camera Shop Scene
• The Camera Shop (until 1:10)
• The Photograph
• Midnight
• Prayer

You are Strong

@autumn03 here’s your birthday gift! This was also a requested prompt! I hope you all enjoy!💘

Rhys woke to the sound of the bedroom door cracking open. He lifted his head from the pillow and glanced at the small silhouette that took a few steps into the room. Slowly, he unwrapped his arms from around Feyre, careful not to wake her, especially after a very stressful day.

“Daddy,” a small voice murmured into the darkness of the room, and Rhys quickly slid out of bed, taking a moment to scan his sleeping mate, taking in her beautiful face that he never got tired of looking at.

“What’s wrong, bud?” He whispered as he gently ushered his son out into the dimly lit hallway. The only light was coming from a nearby window, the stars shining so bright that they provide enough to see.

Tears were streaming down Quentin’s face, and Rhys’s heart broke as he gently kneeled down and wiped them away.

“What’s wrong?”

Quentin only shook his head and wrapped his tiny arms around his father’s neck, squeezing tightly. Rhys rubbed his back up and down, trying his best to calm him and stop the crying.

Quentin pulled away and pointed at Rhys’s wings, then towards the balcony door that branched off the hallway.

“You want to go flying?” His heart leaped when his son nodded, and he lifted him into his arms without any effort, carrying him towards the doors. Cool air greeted them, and Velaris was silent besides the waves crashing in the distance.

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This is the most famous photo of Champ, the Lake Champlain monster. It was taken in 1977 by Sandra Mansi who was out with her family on the lake. As her sons waded in the water and she and her fiancé looked after them, Sandra noticed what she thought was a school of fish about 150 yards from the shore. After a little bit “the head and neck broke the surface of the water” and when her fiancé quickly ushered her sons out of the water, she snapped the photo with her camera. Sandra estimates the creature surfaced for four to seven minutes as they watched it. The original photo has been looked at by several experts and they can find no evidence of tampering with the photo to fake it. As of now, this is the most solid evidence of a monster in Lake Champlain.

Beyond the Staircase

Rated K | Stoick’s Reaction to Hiccstrid being together | Post RTTE Season 4

Alright, so I think we all really want to see Stoick’s reaction to Hiccstrid being together in the next season of RTTE, but I just can’t wait any longer! I typed this up for you all, and I really want to do some of the others reactions as well. (Like Dagur’s, Gobber’s, Heathers… you know. The few people who still don’t know :D) I also want to do some pre- RTTE season 4 stuff, where the rest of the gang is still trying to get used to the whole idea of Hiccstrid dating. :D

               Anyways, enjoy!

Stoick nearly skipped as he made his way through the village. He was happy, and when he was happy, he had to admit, he got rather giddy. But, since he was chief, he forced himself to walk steadily and with the confidence that a chief should have. I mean- he had it, but at the moment, the only emotion he wanted to show was how outright happy he was.

               He hummed softly to himself, walking pleasantly towards the Great Hall. Today had been a great day for Berk. The harvest was promising to be a plentiful one, so come winter everyone should have more than enough supplies. Not only that, but Trader Johan had showed up with even more winter supplies, more important stuff like cloth, fabric, boots, hide, and of course gossip.

               Another thing that made Stoick happy was that Hiccup and the others had returned from the Edge. It had been wonderful news to hear that Viggo was gone, having fallen into the Volcano a mere three days ago. It made Stoick feel free to breath with ease again, now knowing that his son and his friends were safe.

               But… there was still something up. The riders returned, yes, but they all acted very… strange.

               Snotlout and Fishlegs would start giggling randomly whenever he passed them, and the twins would suddenly look guilty, sneaky, shy, or bursting at the seams whenever he spoke to them. Tuffnut would often hold his breath, looking as though he were about to explode but trying to contain himself.

               Then there was Hiccup, who acted normal for the most part around everyone else, except for Stoick. He’d stutter and make hasty (and very very very lame) excuses to leave the room, or to escape for a flight. Stoick rarely saw the boy anymore.

               Astrid seemed fairly normal as well. She spoke the same, joked with him, but Stoick hadn’t missed that whenever he mentioned Hiccup’s name she’d spark to attention a bit, or she’d secretly smile when she thought he wasn’t looking. And he had to admit he was rather irritated with her when he’d explained his problem about Hiccup’s stuttering and avoidance of Stoick to her. She’d merely blushed and stammered a reply, something like “I’m sure he has his reason, sir.”

               Something just wasn’t right. What were they hiding from him? Was something wrong with Hiccup? Did he get wounded? Was he sick or ill or… anything?

               Not to mention Dagur’s visit yesterday. It had been very strange. He’d arrived along with Heather, both looking for some supplies and just checking up. It

had been rather awkward at first, but the two chiefs soon gotten acquainted and were talking like old friends. But when Dagur began talking about Heather and Fishlegs, Stoick had piped up about Hiccup and Astrid, voicing his wish that those two would just admit their feelings together already and get married before he got too old to have fun with grandkids. At first Dagur had just blinked, then he burst into laughter and clapped Stoick on the back, all the while chortling. “I’m sure it’ll happen someday Stoick!”

               Something was up. And Stoick was dying to know what it was. If only his son wasn’t so stubborn (Dang it if Gobber wasn’t right. Hiccup did take after his father…) shy, or whatever it was he was about telling Stoick what was going on. If he didn’t spill soon, Stoick might just have to force it out of him.

               But he pushed all that aside for the time being, not wanting troubles like that to destroy his entire night. He looked about, noticing how it was late dusk now, the sky a dark blue with a few colors in the distance. The evening air was cool, but not too cold. Just cold enough for him to wear his furs. Not many people were out in the streets. Perhaps only one or two late stragglers heading towards the Hall for the evening meal. That’s where Stoick was heading, because he was utterly famished and desperately needed food or his good day might very well come to an end.

               He just came to the first flight of stairs that led to the Great Hall, where he paused and turned to look over his village with pride. Now, not a single person was out- except for the patrols of course. But the civilians were all in the bustling Great Hall by this time. He smiled and nodded his head, turning on his heel to head up the flight of stone stairs.

               But he paused when he heard a soft laugh. He froze in position, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. Who was still out at this time of night? Everyone should be in the Hall eating. And as far as he’d seen, everyone was.

               He stepped closer to the stone wall that separated him from the grass below. He was only about six feet above the ground now, but he could still hear what the person was saying fairly well.

               The laugh was definitely female, and he rolled his eyes, supposing it must be Ruffnut, that sneaky little-

               “You should tell him.” The feminine voice said, making Stoick’s thoughts disappear. That wasn’t Ruffnut, that was definitely Astrid’s voice!

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anonymous asked:

Can you do some more supermom imagines please!!

Hi! I tried writing this up! Timeline to this is not clear so I might just put this under AU. But hope you like this!

Clark groans as he tries to block out the sunlight and the noise by shifting around on the bed. His head is pounding and he could feel how hard it is for him to breathe. The sound of the curtains being drawn together makes him forget about wanting to go back to sleep so Clark shifts until he is able to face you.

You are standing beside the bed, looking at him with an apologetic look. “I am so sorry, Clark.” You apologise and Clark shakes his head slowly. His head is still pounding and he struggles to pull the blankets to cover him only to find them pinned by your hand.

“It’s alright.” Clark coughs and you released the hold you have on the blankets before covering him yourself. “It is not like I get this all the time.” He tries to reassure you but when he coughs once more, you call out Conner’s name and a few minutes later, Conner walks in to the room carrying a tray of water and some medicines you have prepared prior to entering the bedroom.

“Thank you, Conner.” You take the tray from him and he shoots Clark a look before looking at you in confusion. You have been so used to having Conner around that you forgot he has only decided to stay with the two of you recently. “Clark… will be fine; he is getting the end of the stick.” You tell your adopted son and Conner frowns. “I was going to wait until dinner later but I am pregnant.”

Conner stares at you in shock before looking at Clark. “And he is like that because?”

You held back the urge to giggle at how concern Conner sounds like before heading to where Clark is. He slowly sits up and wraps the blankets around him. “We have tried asking several people about this but there is just no exact explanation.” You hand over the medicine to Clark and he downs them along with the water.

“One thing is for sure, this will not be happening all the time – it seems as if every time I am supposed to get sick or have morning sickness or the likes, Clark gets it instead of me.” You tell Conner who nod his head. You doubt he understands much about your power but even you, yourself, do not really know much of it either.

“I will be fine.” Clark tells his little brother-turned-son. The idea of having Conner as his son had warmed up to him especially after he had seen how happy you had been when you were interacting with Conner and how you often spoiled him too.

Conner nods his head. “Well, I am going to head to my classes now. I will see you two later.” Conner informs the two of you and before he could leave, you stop him. Conner stares at you before he gives you a small smile. You wrap your arms around Conner and he returns the hug briefly.

“Stay safe.” You tell him and Conner nods his head.

“You too; take good care of him and the little baby too.” Conner reminds you and you smile before ushering your son off. Conner leaves the room after exchanging his goodbyes with Clark. You return back to the bed and sat down beside Clark. He simply wraps his arms around you and leans against you, basking in the warmth you bring.

“I already called your boss – so just rest up and rest well.” You pat his hands and Clark nods his head.

“Thank you, Mrs. Kent.” He places a kiss on your cheek and the smile on your face grows wider when Clark places both of his hands on your stomach. You were not showing yet but you still like it when Clark pays attention to your stomach. “How is our baby doing today?” He asks.

“Well, for starters, I did not throw up today and I manage to keep the food down too…”

A Fresh Start (part 1)

My long awaited Single Mom AU is here! Will be updated weekly on Tuesdays. I hope you guys enjoy ^^

Setting: Single Mom AU

Pairings: NaLu (Other major ships included.)

Summary: Lucy Heartfilia was a single mother of a three year old boy. Between her new job and raising her son by herself, she had no time for anything else, especially finding love. That is until Lucy finds herself having a crush on local firefighter Natsu Dragneel… who also happened to be her son’s soccer coach. Nothing awkward about this situation, right?

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“Kade! Where are you sweetheart?” Lucy called out for her three year old son. 

“Here Mommy!”

Lucy sighed in relief as she seen him come out of his now empty bedroom. She kneeled over to his height putting a hand on his light blonde hair. “The moving van is ready to leave sweetheart, are you ready to go to your new home?”

“Yeah! I can’t wait for daycare!” Kade said happily, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

Lucy smiled sadly at her son. He was three years old, but she couldn’t afford to put him in a daycare of any kind in this town due to her income. It’s just been him and her 24/7 since Kade was born. Its been a long three years… but things were finally starting to pick up. Lucy was offered a job at Sorcerer Weekly four hours away in Magnolia. With the money she’s saved up plus the very nice pay raise she was receiving she could finally afford to give her son everything he deserved, even if she couldn’t afford the things she wanted. Kade came before everything and anything, especially herself.

Her son was her whole world.

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A Child’s Intuition(Frank Castle x Reader)

Summary: Your five year old son is obsessed with the man who lives in the apartment down the hallway. You on the other hand would rather your son be as far away from Frank as possible. Your warnings do nothing to stop your son from running to the man any time he appears and you have to admit, Frank Castle is growing on you a little bit.

Warnings: Profanity

A/N: S/N = son’s name (obviously)

Originally posted by bernthalus-christ

Being a single mom was not easy. Being a single mom in New York with a low paying job was even harder. After years of saving and working overtime you’ finally had enough money to comfortably move into a nicer apartment. All of this was for your son. Your last apartment was abysmal. No matter how much you cleaned it looked dingy and moldy and you wanted so much more for your boy.

Walking into the lobby of the apartment felt like walking into a cool pool on a hot summer day. The building wasn’t perfect, there was still dust in the corners and the paint was peeling a little, but it was world’s better than the last one. Your son struggles to hold up a heavy cardboard box filled with his toys while you juggle your new keys, a small box of electronics, and your phone that was ringing. Some small part of your mind registers that the box is slipping out of your son’s hands, but the dominant part of your brain is too occupied to react to the dangerous situation. The cardboard slips out of your son’s hands, but before his most prized possessions can crash against the ground, a grizzled man swoops down and catches the box.

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A Crossed Line

Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader
Prompt: Request (follow-up to The Morning Run and Sick Day, based on this

Description: No one should ever get between Luke and his family.

Featuring angry!Luke, an adorable toddler and some humorous fluff!

A loud sigh escaped from Luke’s lips as he finally pulled up outside your son’s day care. It had been an exhausting day at the BAU, with case reports keeping him the office until late.

Unfortunately, your similarly hectic schedule had resulted in your son having to stay in nursery a little longer than usual…not that his ‘dedicated’ nursery teacher minded.

A small smile crept onto Luke’s face as he recalled your sarcastic comment about her willingness to help him out. He perfectly understood your hesitation given the circumstances, the thought of him being alone with the flirtatious teacher naturally irked you.

He wasn’t offended because he never doubted the trust you had in him.

Besides, the disrespect she had displayed towards you had immensely frustrated him. He had always been protective over you, but it only enhanced following the birth of your son. It was difficult for him to even hear someone implying that you weren’t a good partner because it was a lie which preyed upon your worst fear.

That had been why he had made a concerted effort to keep a respectful distance from the overeager teacher for the past six months.

He wasn’t stupid and he didn’t have to be a profiler to notice the flirting from the start. The first time she had greeted him, her eyes had flittered down at his hand to subtly check if he had a wedding ring.

It infuriated him because a piece of metal on his finger meant nothing in comparison to his love for you. Your relationship was about more than a ring and he would never waver in the commitment he had made to you or to your family.

It saddened him greatly to know how much her flirting got to you. Despite your brave face, it was only natural that it played on your emotions. Luke wouldn’t have been as calm if it had been someone flirting with you.

In fact, he would have probably been in trouble with the bureau by now…

He reluctantly pulled open the door to the nursery, eager to just pick up his son and get home as quickly as possible. Hopefully, you would be back soon.

“Hi there!”

He forced a polite smile onto his face as the teacher enthusiastically greeted him, dodging her wandering hands as he swiftly made his way over to his son.

A bright smile lit up his face as he was greeted by his bubbly child, happily brandishing the picture he had painted of him. Luke heart soared with pride as he noticed his admittedly terrible attempt at drawing an FBI badge.

Only his family could make him smile like this after an exhausting day at work.

“It’s time to go home little man.” Luke murmured softly, chuckling warmly as his son joyfully toddled off to collect his things.

Unfortunately, his teacher appeared to mistake the reason behind Luke’s bright smile for something less innocent.

“He really looks up to you.” She commented quietly, stepping towards him. “Who wouldn’t?”

Luke grew increasingly uncomfortable as she continued to inch closer, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as her eyes darkened slightly.

A squeal of delight from across the room distracted Luke from her. The sound of his son always drew his attention, no matter what the circumstances.

Unfortunately, the teacher seized the opportunity to surprise him with an unwanted kiss.

It only took a moment for Luke to quickly pull away, stepping backwards and raising his hands in protest. He almost couldn’t believe her audacity as she went to wrap her arms around his waist.

“What are you-”

His words were lost as he gaped at her in utter shock. How could she possibly think that he would ever do that to you? God, your son was in the same room…

“I thought you wanted to.”

He shook his head defiantly, his eyes widened in disbelief as he continued to edge away from her. “I don’t. I would never.”

The thought of being with anyone else made him feel physically ill, as if his skin were crawling with the deceit. Anger surged within him as he realised that this woman had captured the same lips that you always loved.

However, it was her loud scoff and patronising eye roll that really enraged him.

“Luke, you’re the one who is here…like you always are.”

A frown crossed his face as he rubbed at his temple with one hand. Her tone sounded suspiciously accusing, causing the anger to steadily rise within him.

“What’s that meant to mean?”

He almost dreaded the response to his question.

“What type of girlfriend…mother, isn’t even around to pick up your son?”

Fury filled his eyes as he lifted his gaze to glare at her.

“Don’t you dare.” He snapped, her disgusting criticism of you making him see red. His blood boiled as he folded his arms across his chest defiantly.

She winced, taking a step backwards as she realised the extent of his anger. It must have been fairly terrifying given that he had always been respectful and polite.

Usually, he could remain calm under intense situations. However, you and your son were the lines that no one should ever cross.

“Y/N’s the love of my life. Don’t you ever talk about her.” He growled, his voice filled with rage as he glowered at the humiliated woman stood before him.

A tense moment of silence passed as they stared at one another. It could not have been made clearer how Luke truly felt.

A quiet whimper and a light tug on his leg made Luke glance down in surprise, his face falling as he realised that his son had wandered back over.


The slight tremble in his voice broke Luke’s heart. He had scared his son.

Guilt immediately washed over him as he realised that he had broken his promise – he had never wanted your son to see him angry. But, in his fury at the insulting teacher, he had temporarily forgot about his son’s presence.

Truthfully, the only people who had ever witnessed him in such a rage were unsubs.

He immediately swooped down to pick his son up, holding him protectively as he brushed past the nursery teacher.

“Let’s go home little man.”


You laughed delightedly as your little boy stumbled towards you, wrapping his arms around your neck tightly as he snuggled up close. It was exactly what you needed after a terrible day at work.

However, as soon as you met Luke’s concerned gaze, you knew something was wrong. You swiftly ushered your son off to play with Roxy in the living room as you approached Luke cautiously.

“What’s wrong?”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he laced his fingers together, it had always been his sign of remorse.

“He saw me getting angry.” His eyes were pained as he glanced down at the floor, seemingly ashamed by his own actions. “I’ve scared him.”

The hurt in Luke’s voice almost broke your heart.

“He loves you. He would never be scared of you.” You reassured him soothingly, outstretching a hand to entangle your fingers in his short dark curls. The affectionate gesture always helped relax your partner.

However, curiosity filled your eyes as you realised the implication of his words. It wasn’t often that Luke got angry and he would never do so in front of your son.

So, what had earned his fury?

“That doesn’t sound like you…” You murmured softly, wrapping a hand around his neck as you pulled him closer.

But, Luke only shrugged his shoulders.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Luke felt terrible about lying to you, but the last thing he wanted was to upset you. He knew how much you hated the thought of your son’s nursery teacher flirting with him, to find out she had kissed him would deeply hurt you and it killed him to be the reason why.

As he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, squeezing gently as you smiled softly, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to return home to you.

“I love you.” He whispered, the sincerity of his words moving as he dipped his head to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

Unfortunately, a rude interruption occurred when you son came toddling back into the hall.

“Dada, did that…”

You glanced at your son in slight bewilderment as he pointed at you at Luke kissing. He wasn’t quite talking in full sentences yet, so it was hard to deduce what he actually meant to say in this case.

However, the terror in Luke’s eyes confused you even further as you glanced between your two boys. Apparently, you were missing out on something.

“He kiss with Miss.” Your son babbled, grinning at you happily as he remained blissfully unware of the implication of his words.

Things began to click in your head as your eyes widened with shock. Your poor little boy still thought that kisses were an innocent thing that everyone gave to each other. Yet, there was no reason why Luke should have been kissing her…

The look of pure horror on your face made Luke splutter nervously.

“I promise that it’s not what you think.”

Your FBI agent had a lot of explaining to do.

Princess duties / Jack Kelly x Reader royalty au

A/n: Yall I just wanna say i am the biggest slut for Jack Kelly (but also Davey)

Warnings: surprisingly none, not even language.

“You have to be a role model for our people” your mother would say.

Being a princess and the eldest child meant you had duties. One of those duties was to marry a man with the best potential to be king. You hated the fact that you were to be married off to someone you barely knew. Someone who your parents thought would make an “exemplary ruler”, according to your father.

So what was the best way to find the future king of Bethars? A presentation of the suitors. And when was this going to take place? On your twenty-first birthday aka the day you become the marrying age. Juuuust perfect.

You paced in front of your mother as she sat down at her desk sending out letters to families, “Mother, please. Why can’t I just find someone on my own and marry for love?”

Your mother doesn’t look up from her datapad, “Y/N, considering how picky you are, it will take years for you to find a suitor. In time, I’m sure you will come to love this man. That’s how I was with your father.”

“I just think this entire thing is ridiculous.”

“Please, Y/N. We’ve discussed this time and time again. On your birthday, we will hold the presentation of suitors. You will talk to them, get to know them, and observe their skills.”

“Fine, but I promise you that I will make things difficult for them.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt you, dear.”

A week later and the day was here. You were officially twenty-one. As soon as you woke up, you dreaded the day. You mother had burst in carrying a box and a servant carried in a tray with food.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N.” Your mother kissed your head and handed you the box. It was black with a red ribbon. Very orderly and plain. You untied the ribbon and slid off the top to reveal a beautiful, long, blood red dress. You immediately went to the bathroom to try it on. It was tight fitting at the waist and the dress flared out at the bottom. The straps went around your neck to fall into an X along your back. You stepped out of the bathroom to reveal yourself to your mother and now father. Their eyes shined with pride.

“Thank you! It’s so beautiful!” You ran to hug your parents.

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/N. Now imagine how you’ll look on your wedding day.” Your father said jokingly.

Your mother slapped his arm, “Really, Y/D/N. Don’t make her think about that just yet.” She looked back to you, “Let’s get you ready for breakfast. Then we’ll have to go over some last minute preparations.“

As morning passed and afternoon came, you were starting to get nervous. Any minute now, men from all over the galaxy would flood through the doors seeking for your heart. This was going to be a long day for you. You sat on your throne in between your mother and [sister/brother]. You were tapping your feet and biting your lip in anticipation.

"Y/N, calm down.” Your sibling whispered, “Everything will be okay.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh yeah? You’re not the one who’s getting married off to some selfish prick who only wants me for the family fortune and power.”

Your mother stood and gestured to the guards standing by the doors, “Let them in.” As soon as the door opened, men and women of all species came rushing in. Mothers and sisters ushering their sons and brothers up to the steps of the thrones. All men were dressed in their best suits, heads held high, and eyes shining with determination.

“Oh stars.” You muttered.

Your father stood and the hall silenced, “Welcome everyone to my daughter, Y/N’s, birthday celebration as well as the presentation of the suitors. Please, I all encourage you enjoy yourselves and I ask not to flood Y/N. There are many of you and one of her. I will see to it that she meets every single one of you. Hopefully, you will be the one to win her heart.” Your father clapped, “Enjoy!”

You sighed, “Let’s get this over with.” You stood up and made your way down the steps ready for a long and tedious night.

For three hours straight, you went from man to man, speaking with them, getting to know them better, how they knew about this, etc. Your personal servant and friend, Katherine, followed you making note of who you believed you might want to know better. No surprise, not many made the list. There were too many who boasted about their accomplishments and wealth. Too many who seemed overconfident. Too many who were too sexist for your liking. You took a break and sat out on the balcony. The sun was starting to set and stars began to appear.

You sighed, “How am I going to get through this?” You muttered to yourself.

“There, there Y/N.” Katherine sat next to you, “Just a thousand more men to go.” He chuckled.

“Oh you think you’re so funny.”

“I do, actually.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “These men are so pompous and full of themselves. I just don’t see myself with them.”

Katherine put his arm around you, “You’ll find someone. I know you will.”

“Y/N!” Your father came out and you two stood. He was panting, “Y/N, come with me. There’s someone I want you to see.”

You smoothed out your dress and followed your father. As you made your way through the crowd, you could hear your mother’s burst of laughter. Huh. Not many can make her laugh.

Your mother spotted you as you walked up to the small group, “Oh, Y/N! Look who came!” You noticed a man who was a rugged kind of handsome. When he turned your eyes met his lively ones.

“Jack Kelly.” You softly smiled, “It’s been a long time.”

Jack softly smiled back and his eyes were soft, “It’s good to see you again, Princess.”

“Jack, please. We’re childhood friends. You know you don’t have to call me that.”

“I’m sorry, Pr-Y/N.”

“Now why don’t you two reacquaint yourselves, hm?” Your father suggested. You nodded and left your parents to talk with Jack’s parents.

You sat on the low steps leading up to the thrones. You sighed contently, “I’m very surprised to see you to be honest.“

Jack arched an eyebrow, "Oh? Why is that?”

“You’re a general of Santa Fe. You must be terribly busy trying to bring order to everyone.”

Jack nodded, “I’ll admit, when my father informed me of this, I was a little apprehensive. I assumed it was for some prissy princess who had no intellect or wit. But when he informed me this was for you, I immediately accepted. We haven’t seen each other in years.”

You nodded, “You’ve changed. You’ve gotten a lot taller and you have more muscle.” You giggled, “But you’re just as handsome as ever.” You gently ran your hand through his hair and he leaned into your touch.

“You’re still just as beautiful as I remember.” He whispered lightly stroking your cheek.

You sighed, “Don’t do this here. Not in front of everyone.”

Jack’s hand stilled, “Why? Was I foolish to assume that I have no longer captured your heart?”

“Jack, we haven’t seen each other in years. Throughout that whole time you were at the academy, I tried to contact you, but you never answered. I thought you forgot about me. I thought you didn’t care anymore.”

Jack grasped your hand and held it tight, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. My father…he didn’t like the idea of being distracted from my goals.”

“Your father never liked me.” You muttered as tears escaped your eyes.

“And yet, here we are.” Jack gently wiped the tears away.

“He’s just using us so he can advance his status.” You whispered.

Jack leaned closer to you, “I don’t doubt it.” He closed the small distance between you two and his lips landed on yours. It had been so long since you’ve kissed him. You felt like you were younger again.

“Jack, I choose you.”


“I choose you as my suitor.”

“Are you sure? I can’t promise that you will get to see me often considering my position. I can’t-”

“Do you love me?”


“Do you love me? Do you love me for me and not for the position I hold?”

“Of course, I love you. I love your smile, your laugh, your intellect. I love how your eyes shine like the stars. I love you entirely, Princess Y/N.”

“Then yes, I choose you.”

Accidents Happen

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on Confessions part 2 by Usher as requested by a lovely Nonny, and imagine number 5 (and the final one) for MM8. This imagine is rated M for adult themes. Hope you enjoy!

Accidents Happen


These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions

Now this gon’ be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do
Got me talkin’ to myself askin’ how I’m gon’ tell you
‘bout that chick on part 1 I told ya’ll I was creepin’ with, creepin’ with
Said she’s 3 months pregnant and she’s keepin’ it
The first thing that came to mind was you
Second thing was how do I know if it’s mine and is it true
Third thing was me wishin’ that I never did what I did
How I ain’t ready for no kid and bye bye to our relationship

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


A ball of anger and worry has steadily been building in the pit of his stomach on the ride home. The run had gone better than any of the could have imagined, so well in fact that Clay gave the go ahead for an overnight stay in one of their favorite stomping grounds, which meant that so long as Heather was there he’d be getting his dick wet sooner rather than later.

Which is exactly what he did; and everything had been going great until Heather, propped on her elbow with the sheet sliding down to her waist showing off full breasts, smiled nervously at him as she let the words slips from her lips.

‘I’m pregnant…’

Those two words completely rocked his world. Disbelief came first quickly followed by anger as he questioned just how the fuck she knows it’s his, and when she said he’s the only guy she’s been with, he believes her. Sure she’s a crow eater but she’s a crow eater with aspirations of becoming someone’s Old Lady; and she’d make a damn good one, just not for him.

He has his Old Lady.


Pulling his bike into the drive way he can’t even begin to think of how he’s going to her about the mess he’s gotten himself into this time.


Sittin here stuck on stupid, tryna figure out
When, what, and how I'mma let this come out of my mouth
Said it ain’t gon’ be easy
But I need to stop thinkin’, contemplatin’
Be a man and get it over with (over with)
I’m ridin’ in my whip
Racin’ to her place
Talkin’ to myself
Preparin’ to tell her to her face
She open up the door and didn’t want to come near me
I said “one second baby please hear me”

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


She can’t move. Everything inside of her tells her to get up, to do something, to fill the space and silence that threatens to drown her; but she can’t move. The words ring in her ears, words that woke her from a sound sleep and played on a heart breaking loop since.

‘I’m having your Old Man’s baby…I’m having your Old Man’s baby…I’m having your Old Man’s baby….’

Her eyes close when she hears Happy’s bike pull into the drive and with her heart lodged in her throat she listens for his footsteps, and when the front door opens and closes she tries to prepare herself, but how do you prepare yourself to have your heart broken?

The sound of his boots usually lit her up inside, but every step that draws closer fills her with dread, and when her eyes meet his, it takes everything inside of her to not break down and cry.

“Lydia…” he steps towards her but she shakes her head furiously at him.

“Don’t,” despite the way her voice shakes the seriousness comes through and he stays where he is hands stuffed in his pockets. She studies him, and wonders how the face of the man she’s spent so much time loving could seem so strange to her. “How. How could you do this to me? To us?”

“Lyd, please…” he reaches for her and when his hand brushes her shoulder she jumps up, shoving him back a full step.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she snaps, her body vibrating with anger as she stares at him. “I don’t, I don’t understand. I have been with you every fucking step of the way. I moved to Tacoma with you, I moved back from Tacoma with you, I’ve helped you take care of your Mom…”

“I know…”

“Is this my punishment?” she asks tears rolling down her face, “is this what I get because I can’t give you kids?”

“What? No! Lydia, I swear I never meant for this to happen…”

“Oh so fucking someone else happened by accident?” she demands, “my God Happy, what did you think was going to happen?”

“She said she was on the pill,” he yells back and all she can do is laugh.

“And you were stupid enough to fucking fall for that?” she asks brushing her fingers over her cheeks. “How, how does this even happen? You and that crow eater slut threw a grenade into my life and now, now I have to go, because despite the fact that my life is in shambles I promised your Mom that I would take her to the doctor today. If you have any semblance of a brain in that thick head of yours I would suggest you pack a bag, I think it’s best for all involved if you stay at the clubhouse for a while.”

“Lydia, be reasonable,” he says as she starts to head for the door and she freezes turning to look at him.

“You got another woman pregnant and you’re really going to stand there and tell me to be reasonable?” she asks through clenched teeth. “You’re lucky to still be breathing Lowman, and if you want to go on breathing you’ll pack that bag and be gone by the time I get home.”


This by far is the hardest thing I think I’ve ever had to do
To tell you, the woman I love
That I’m having a baby by a woman that I barely even know
I hope you can accept the fact that I’m man enough to tell you this
And hopefully you’ll give me another chance
This ain’t about my career
This ain’t about my life
It’s about us


“You fucked up good this time,” Bobby’s voice is full of humor and with a growl Happy turns to look at the older man who stares at him, a broad grin creasing his face.

“You heard…”

“We all did. Gemma’s been reaming all of our asses over this,” Bobby says settling next to him on the bed.

“Shit,” Happy mutters dropping his head into his hands.

“So you got your piece on the side pregnant,” Bobby laughs clapping a hand onto his shoulder, “accidents happen.”

“Lydia’s devastated,” Happy says looking over at his brother. “I don’t think she’ll forgive me for this one.”

“Sure she will. Lydia’s built to be your Old Lady. She’ll be pissed for a while, as she has a right to be, but she’ll come around after a while,” Bobby tries for reassuring but all Happy can do is shake his head.

“I don’t think so Bobby,” he says, running a hand over his face. “Lydia can’t have kids…”


“Yeah, serious.”

“Shit,” Bobby lets out a breath and after a few beats of silence he clears his throat. “Sounds like you need a drink.”


Sitting outside of the house, he watches for any sign of Lydia moving inside. He’s never been so close and yet felt so far away from her. He wants to see her, to hold her, hell he’d settle for being cursed out by her again, but instead he’s forced to watch her from afar hoping that the day will come that she’ll find a way to forgive him.

After all, it’s as Bobby said, accidents happen, and she can’t stay mad forever, can she?


These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I dont know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


I long to be near you - Epilogue

Loving him was easy. Loving his father, however, was unbearable. 

Epilogue rated ~M for a questionable attempt at smut and awkward indulgent fluff. 

Part 1 - Part 2 

For the past month, Jon and Sansa have been… flirting.


They’re behaving like lovestruck youths… it is as if he is courting her.

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Out of the Frying Pan (29/?)

“What’s his deal?” Ariel pressed, nodding towards the hallway. Killian shrugged, tapping his heel loudly and Ariel crossed her arms tightly across her chest. “You learn that from Regina? You tap your foot when you’re angry.”

“That’s never happened in my life.”

“And you do that hair thing. But everyone knows that. Even Emma knew that and that was long before you and her were making out everywhere.”

“No one is making out anywhere.”

“You are. Everywhere. Including in front of the bar last night. You’ve stopped even pretending to care. I don’t mind, but you might want to consider your customers.”

AN: I love Roland Locksley and Ariel and I just want to give Killian Jones all the family he can handle. Here is like…7K worth of that. @laurnorder had a ridiculous amount of typos to fix in this one, so also go tell her she’s awesome. And then tell @distant-rose she makes beautiful aesthetics. 

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Yoongi huffed as he shoved the phone back into his pocket and walked the short way to the house. The modern styled house stood lonely, the lights still gleaming from the inside as he walked in. All of the guys stood in the common area, as Yoongi went straight to the staircase.

Woah, there! Yoongi hyung! Jimin called out, but Yoongi completely ignored. Where have you been? We were pretty sure we were all going to become uncles by the time you got back! Jimin continued, giggling as he followed him down the stairs.

Can you not see that I’m heading downstairs? Yoongi growled as he turned on his heels to look at the younger roommate, the rest of the guys looking over the edge of the stairwell at the angered demigod. The room became hot and Jimin looked at Yoongi with wide eyes.

What’s going on? Jin called from upstairs, but Yoongi glared up at him.

I’m heading to the Gates. Yoongi snarled and Jin’s eyes went wide for a moment.

Did you – He started to ask, but Yoongi held up his hand.

I’m going to the Gates. He turned and walked into his room. Walking up to his closet door, it was easily disguised, opening the door and walking to the back of the closet, he felt for the handle. Opening the door once more, he walked down the staircase.

He’s taking his merry fucking time getting here, isn’t he?! Yoongi could hear Hades screaming at Phobos and Deimos, also known as Fear and Dread.

S-s-sir, you called him f-f-five minutes a-a-a-ago. Yoongi chuckled as he heard Phobos stutter to his furious father. Phobos couldn’t hold a normal conversation with anyone without getting a panic attack, while Deimos spent most of his days hating everything around him.

FIVE MINUTES TOO LONG! Hades head was a raging shade of red as Yoongi walked up to the towering god. Hades stood well above the height of any man and was intimidating, but Yoongi had dealt with his father’s fury his entire life and couldn’t care less.

You know, if you don’t start relaxing, you’ll end up in the Styx. Yoongi murmured as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Hades looked at his son, fire in his eyes as he looked down at the small stature of his half-human offspring.

Do not speak to me that way, Yoongi. Hades growled and Yoongi looked around.

Where are the rest of the Guilty Joys? Yoongi looked at Phobos and Deimos, who looked around with him. The Guilty Joys were almost like gatekeepers, standing at the entrance to the Underworld to greet everyone with horror. But today instead of nine, it was just two.

Yoongi, I didn’t call you hear so you could critique the Joys. Hades murmured and swung his arm over. The gates of the Underworld opened and Hades ushered his son onto the boat with Charon, the skeletal gondolier who spent his afterlife paddling in the new souls of the dead. Yoongi didn’t look at the skeleton soulless man, simply turning around and looking at his father.

What’s going on, dad? He asked and Hades looked down at him.

We have a lot to speak about. Hades grumbled and Yoongi wanted to roll his eyes, but he knew better.

Alright. What about? Yoongi murmured and he could feel the heat rise.

Hermes came to the Underworld today. Hades spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes were black, his skin a bluish tint, and his face gaunt and unnerving. He told me he was checking up on you and you’ve gotten involved with a mortal.

The words tumbled from Hades’ mouth and Yoongi felt his breathing hitch. He thought he had more time before he would have to breech this topic with his father, but alas, here he was and Yoongi felt a fire grow inside of him.

Father, I’ve only just met her. Yoongi spoke calmly and Hades threw his arms up in the air.

You will not meet with her ever again. Hades spewed and Yoongi squinted. They now stood on the edge of the River Styx, the fire burning from Hades’ rage was unbearable, but Yoongi called upon the cold. The river began to freeze as Yoongi stood before his father.

You do not control me anymore. Yoongi spat. The river continued to freeze and Hades looked on with astonishment, he knew his son was powerful, but this was showing a new force of nature. I will speak to her again. Yoongi said before stopping the freezing of the Underworld. Hades chuckled.

You were always a stubborn child. Hades spoke calmly. It always amazed Yoongi how quickly his father could change his tune, but he also sensed a bit of fear in his father’s actions.

Yea, well I learn from the master. Yoongi retorted and a hearty laugh came from Hades’ lips.

Well there is one more thing I need to speak to you about. Hades said, beckoning Yoongi into the large castle-like structure that stood in the middle of the fiery Underworld. Yoongi walked passed Cerberus, the three-headed dog that he saw as a pet, and various other strange decorations, like skulls and charred candlesticks. This burned down mansion was his home for many years, but now, he saw it as a chore to visit. Hades led his son to the large dining room, it laid vacant, its high arched ceiling, and expansive table were impressive, but no one really came to the Underworld for the dinner parties.

Yoongi pulled out a chair and sat down, allowing Hades to use his power and shrink in size. His once looming stature was now that of a normal man as he sat down at the head of the table. Yoongi looked at his father.

So what do you need to speak about? He asked and Hades smiled, his smile was like shark teeth. Waving his arms over the table, a miniature model of Mount Olympus appeared. Yoongi could feel his eyes wanting to roll once more. Since the beginning of time, his father had made it his mission to take down Zeus, but nothing ever worked. He now sat in the middle of the Underworld listening to his father try to convince him that this time he could do it, but all Yoongi could think about was how you were probably sitting alone in your apartment.

Yoongi wasn’t wrong. You had left the common area of your apartment to sit in your room adjacent to the kitchen. Your eyes staring mindlessly at the ceiling as you spun the fidget spinner around in circles and sighed. Sitting up, you walked out to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, when you noticed that Yoongi’s wallet was sitting on the counter. Walking over to it, the curious part of you wanted to sift through its contents, but your better half told you to just walk it over to the house. So as you grabbed your shoes, you wrote a quick note for your roommate.

Hey, this Greek myth guy left his wallet. He lives next door, I’m gonna drop it off. If I’m not back in a few hours, call the cops. *jk, don’t do that!

Anyway, keep up the studying! Hwaiting! – Y/N

You signed your name, grabbed your phone, keys, and Yoongi’s wallet, and fluttered out the door. Not knowing the kind of mess you were walking into.

Author’s Note: I know it might seem impractical, but I like to think that Yoongi isn’t scared of Hades. Maybe that’s just me, but I think he would almost just find Hades’ behavior to be unbearable.   

Princess Duties

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: General Hux x Reader

Words: 1466

A/N: Based off of this prompt.

Being a princess was hard. Very, very hard. Your mother was always getting on you about keeping your posture, smile, stride don’t stop, blah blah blah. 

“You have to be a role model for our people” your mother would say. 

Being a princess and the eldest child meant you had duties. One of those duties was to marry a man with the best potential to be king. You hated the fact that you were to be married off to someone you barely knew. Someone who your parents thought would make an “exemplary ruler”, according to your father. So what was the best way to find the future king of Bethars? A presentation of the suitors. And when was this going to take place? On your twenty-first birthday aka the day you become the marrying age. Juuuust perfect.

You paced in front of your mother as she sat down at her desk sending out letters to First Order families and First Order planets, “Mother, please. Why can’t I just find someone on my own and marry for love?”

Your mother doesn’t look up from her datapad, “Y/N, considering how picky you are, it will take years for you to find a suitor. In time, I’m sure you will come to love this man. That’s how I was with your father.”

“I just think this entire thing is ridiculous.”

“Please, Y/N. We’ve discussed this time and time again. On your birthday, we will hold the presentation of suitors. You will talk to them, get to know them, and observe their skills.”

“Fine, but I promise you that I will make things difficult for them.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt you, dear.”

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BL Summer Bingo 2017: Barefoot, Blowing Bubbles, Hammocks

The backyard smelled of freshly cut grass and the marigolds Rhys had planted last year, now flourishing in bright yellows and oranges sunbursts around the grounds.

The omega sipped on his piña colada—virgin, he thought as he patted his round stomach—from where he was nestled comfortably in the fancy hammock that Jack had bought for him in anticipation for the summer months. Though it was less like a hammock and more of a suspended little alcove bed, thoroughly stuffed with pillows and light braided blankets to keep him comfortable.

Jack was at work, and would be for at least a couple of hours, unless he decided to cut some of his meetings early to come home and tend to Rhys. The omega was trying really hard to get Jack to stop doing that though, because Rhys was totally capable of taking care of himself and this baby had a good couple of months ahead of them before they would even think about coming.

Not that even Rhys’ best convincing could sway Jack. If he got the barest prickling of alpha worry, no matter how irrational, he would end up tearing up his daily schedule and come racing home. Rhys has almost had to stop giving him updates on the baby kicking or texting him selfies of himself or his belly out of fear of derailing the fast-track Hyperion was rocketing on.

So he’d left his phone sitting on the breakfast table and come outside to lounge in the hammock, watching Cyrus play with the little plastic bottle of bubble solution and a blue plastic bubble wand. He hopped about the bright green grass in bare feet, giggling as he tried to blow bubbles even bigger than the ones he had just blown. A smile flickered over Rhys’ face as he drained his piña colada, setting the empty glass on the ground as he rested a hand on his swollen stomach, listening to the sound of his son’s laughter drifting on the gentle breeze.

He had nearly dozed off, soothed by the movements in his stomach and the steady sway of the hammock when Cyrus came running over to his side, waking him up with soft pats against his bare arm.

“Mama?” Cyrus asked, waiting until Rhys’ eyelids fluttered open, his smile picking up at the corners as he saw his sweet little son rocking on his heels next to his hammock.

“Mmm…yeah, sweetie? Something you wanna show mama?” Rhys asked as he sat up a little bit on the lump of pillows, placing both hands on his stomach as he peered curiously at his son.

“Yeah! Look what I can do!” Cyrus chirped as he dunked the wand into the bottle, spilling a little bit of foam over the edge as he lifted it up to his lips. Rhys watched as his son started blowing a large, trembling rainbow bubble. The omega’s eyes widened as Cyrus continued to make the bubble larger and larger until it finally popped off from his wand, floating off into the soft breeze.

“See, mama! See! Look how big it is! It’s almost as big as you are!” Cyrus jumped up and down, nearly spilling more of the bubble solution down his teal T-shirt as he pointed at the bubble. Rhys stuck out his lower lip in a pout, giving his belly a pointed rub.

“Cyrus! I’m not…I’m not that big. I mean. Not nearly as big as your bubble!” Rhys followed Cyrus’ hand to point after the bubble as well, watching as it drifted higher and higher, eventually touching the branches on the overhanging tree and popping in a messy splash.

“Oh no!” Cyrus exclaimed, slapping his palm to his face. “Does that mean mama is gonna pop too?”

“Pfft, no, don’t worry buddy,” Rhys purred as he opened his arms, turning his body in the hammock as best as he could to wrap his arms around Cyrus in an affectionate hug. He nuzzled against Cyrus’ hair picking up on the scent of freshly up-turned grass and soap and he kisses his head.

“Mama’s not gonna pop…at least, not like the bubble.”

“Oh. Okay!” Cyrus screwed up his bottle of bubbles and set it down onto the grass, before letting his mother cuddle him a little more.

“Can…Can I come into the hammock? Please mama please?” Cyrus practically hopped up and down. Rhys chuckled, scooting over to make room for his son as Cyrus crawled up into the hammock, happily snuggling up against the omega’s rounded form as Rhys wrapped comforting arms around him. He kept him close as the two of them dozed off under the warm sun, coaxed to rest by the gentle lapping of the breeze.

Jack found them curled together on the hammock just as the sun was beginning to darken, quickly ushering his mate and son inside after a momentary freakout over the goosebumps breaking out over Rhys’ hand. The omega merely shook his head with a smile as he looked at the 9 missed calls on his phone, before graciously accepting the heavy blanket his alpha draped around him.

Just some self indulgence. Sorry 

Of Undisturbed Snow and Unraveled Stockings

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Summary: It’s the eve of Saint Nicholas Day, and the Hamilton’s are hanging stockings by the chimney with care…

A fluffy Christmas hamliza one-shot with little Philip and Angelica

December 1785

A gust of wind beat at the parlor window, and a draught of cold air followed though the gap in the curtains where Hamilton and Pip were peeking outside. The three year old could barely see over the window sill. Eliza adjusted a warm woolen blanket more securely over herself and her one year old little daughter.

“The street’s completely covered already,” Hamilton announced, glancing back at her with visible excitement. Although November had brought frost and freezing temperatures, they’d made it through almost a week of December before experiencing the first snow of the season. Her husband had been gleefully watching the white powder accumulate all evening.

She smiled fondly. “Now that you’ve had your update, could you close the curtain, please? You’re letting in cold.”

He looked a little contrite as he ushered their son away and secured the heavy curtains. “Sorry, Betsey.”

“It’s snowing, it’s snowing,” Pip sang to himself as he wiggled in the middle of the room.

Hamilton grinned at the boy as he stoked the fire with one of the irons they kept by the hearth. The flames crackled and danced as he coaxed them higher. “Better?”

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Shance Fluff Week: Day 2

Author: ac_123 / heroworshiplusten
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Characters: Shiro, Lance, Keith, Pidge (mentioned)
Pairings: Lance/Shiro
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Prompt: Sea/Stars
Warnings: references to serious bodily injury leading to amputation, underage consensual sexual activity
Chapter(s): 1/1
Series: Shance Fluff Week entries
Word Count: 951
Description: There are a lot of places where we can start this story.
A/N: Written for @shancefluffweek.  Based in a modern!au setting.  The warning are there for the sensitive, but there’s nothing graphic about either.

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