waiting for the right jacket to ship in and for my boots

i’m re-watching season one and honestly. the fact that keith had no clue shiro was in that crashed space ship makes everything about the fact that he ends up rescuing shiro from evil garrison scientists so frickin funny, lmao. i can’t believe this dude, lance is so right. keith doesn’t even have to try half the time to be successful. like, the boy’s only guardian goes to pluto and never comes back, so keith acts out in anger and gets his ass expelled from the garrison. then he just starts living alone in the middle of the goddamn desert, where he discovers some ancient prophecy about some alien something-or-other crash landing in said desert. and he’s like “seems legit" and so he sets up some explosives (which he got from ??? who knows where) and waits for the prophesied alien ship to crash land. then he blows up the explosives he set to distract the garrison guards, gets on a (most likely stolen from the garrison) hoverbike wearing a cropped red and white jacket, black jeggings, go-go boots, and a bandana to cover the bottom of his face, strolls into the garrison’s lab and knocks out everyone on sight with his bare fists. JUST out of curiosity to see what was in that alien ship. and it’s only after aaall of that that he looks at what they found, sees it’s shiro, and is like “oh word? been looking for this guy” i’m. i just.

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Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - yep by: @dbpie (Personal for Delaney)

I was thinking a Harry Hook imagine, where I’m the daughter of the queen of hearts and he tries to win me over?

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Delaney 

Summary – While meeting up with Uma, Delaney Heart, daughter of the queen of hearts, catches the eye of a certain hooked pirate.

Warning(s) -

Originally posted by butterflywingednight

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Lost Brother’s Found: Part 1

AN: This story takes place as a crossover four years after the last episode of season two of Young Justice and the last episode of Justice League Unlimited. It’s part one of who knows how many?

Requested By: believememylove

The first thing you feel, is the sharp pain in the back of your head. You categorize it as a head injury, and give it a few minutes to heal, before pulling yourself off the ground. You crack your neck while taking in your surroundings.

    It looks just like home, like Central City, but you know better. One does not go through an interdimensional hole only to remain on your own world. You vibrate your entire body, in an effort to get in tune with this earth’s frequency. It takes several minutes before it clicks.

    Then you’re running. The streets are very similar to yours. Just a bit different. You don’t stop until you see it. Your brow furrows at the sight, and your heart aches, because you’d know that outline anywhere.

    What follows is not your best week. You’re forced to steal some civilian clothes, and you break into a library at night. If you’d been anyone else you would have attracted unwanted attention. Instead, you fly just below the radar.

    You stare at the hacked Cadmus file, it only figures they’d use the exact same system. Amanda Waller being in charge is a bit of a surprise though. You stare at the name, Wallace West. And then you stare at the appearance date, the same day Wally had died fighting the light. You sigh, it’s time to make your move.

    You wait for the opportune moment, and spend a week squatting in other people’s homes. It’s not your best week, but it’s also not your worst. You wait until the world is in trouble. You watch him on the news for just a few seconds before you move.

    You scowl when you see his location. It takes you minutes to reach him, right before one of Darkseid’s minions collapses on him. You tuck and roll as you knock him out of the way. Time slows and you watch Wally’s eyes widen, “Y/N”

    You give him a slow, sad smile, “Hey there big brother.”

    And then you’re back in real time. Without saying a word the two of you set to work. You’d always worked well together, feeding off of the other with only looks, or gestures. You’d developed your own secret language when you were kids, and had used it to maneuver around your parents.

You finish at record speed. You watch with your brother as the ships slowly disappear. You glance at him, “Good to know we haven’t lost it.”

He gives you a small smile, “You changed your outfit.” You glance down. You’re dressed in blue leather pants, black boots, and a red leather jacket with the lightning bolt emblem down the center. Your hair is in a french braid, and a red mask covers your eyes.

You shrug, “It was time for a change.”

“Reminds me of Jays.”

You scoff, “You’re one to talk. You stole Barry’s costume and name.”

“It was up for grabs.”

You cross your arms against your chest and say, “You’ll always be Kid Flash to me.”

He smiles at you, and you smile back. You’re both lost in memories of the past when someone clears their throat. You lean to the left to look behind your brother and stare at who you assume is this universe’s John Stewart.

“Care to introduce us Flash.”

Wally blinks several times before saying, “This is my sister …”

You hold out your hand and say, “I’m Spitfire, this idiot’s younger sister.”

He takes your hand, brow furrowed in confusion, before holding his hand up to his earpiece and asking, “Did you get that Mr. Fantastic?”

“Loud and clear.”

A moment later you feel a fuzzy feeling and you’re standing in the Hall of Justice. Your head snaps to Wally, and he holds his hands up in surrender, “I didn’t know he was going to do that.”

Your eyes narrow, and you can feel gazes on you. Wally chuckles nervously, “She doesn’t do teleportation, boom tubes, or Zeta tubes unless absolutely necessary, or she’s had a chance to check things over herself. An old nervous habit, she was never able to break.”

You glare at him, “I lost my eyebrows!”

    “It was enough. I had to draw them on for three weeks!”


“Jack ass!”


“Slow poke!”

Wally takes a deep breath, “You didn’t just….”

You nod, “I soooo did. I could take you when we were kids and I can take you now!”

There’s a clearing of a throat, and you both come face to face with the league. Wally asks, “Where are the bad guys?”

“Batman gave them a ten second head start.” Diana says slowly.

That’s when you realize it, “They’re our age.” It’s a whisper, but they catch it. Wally winces, and you ask, “They don’t know … do they?”

“They didn’t … blabber mouth.”

You sigh, “Not my fault you didn’t tell them.”

“Up until today I didn’t exactly think there was a chance of me going home.”

“Are you actually friends with them?”

“I’m a founding league member here, of course I am!”

“That’s just weird.”

He shrugs, “I’ve gotten used to it.”

Shayera’s hand lands on Wally’s shoulder, “We need some clarification here Wally.”

You watch him hesitate, before nudging him in the side, “As most of you know my name is Wally West. Founding member of this Earth’s Justice League.”

Clark asks, “This Earth?”

Wally winces, “There are multiple Earths. But you know that. You fought the Justice Lords.”

“You come from another Earth?” Diana asks.

He nods, “I became a speedster on that Earth. That’s where my parents are, and why there’s no info on me before my twentieth birthday. I trained there as Kid Flash, under my uncle Barry, who is the original Flash.

“The Justice League there is quite a bit older than me. My sister and I are part of what was known as the team. A covert team made up of the “sidekicks.”  We were fighting an enemy known as the Light, when I was sucked into the speed force and dropped here. What follows is a lot of hacking and forgery. I really owe Dick for those skills.”

You watch Batman’s eyes widen at the name, and pride yourself on not reacting yourself.

Wally continues, “I tried for years to find a way back, even after becoming the Flash here. But I couldn’t find anything. I left some really important people behind. Including this brat beside me.”

You quirk a smile, “Remind me again why I missed you.”

He smiles back, before frowning and turning to face you, “How the hell did you get here anyway?”

You smile, “Would you accept that I’m a genius?”

“A further explanation is needed. Especially since no one has verified you are who you say you are.”

You nod at J’onn, “He did, felt him go through my mind. Nice to know you’re a ray of sunshine on all Earth’s Bruce.” He scowls at the use of his name, and you smirk, “Opps, my bad.”

J’onn nods, “She is who she says she is … and things are very different where she comes from.”

John turns towards him, “Like what?”

J’onn’s words break your heart, “My people are not dead. My niece is their friend.”

“How did you not know about this?” John asks.

J’onn’s eyes narrow, “I do not invade people’s thoughts recklessly. It was none of my business.”

You pull a small device out your utility belt, “Actually it is now.” All eyes turn towards you, “The Light is back with a vengeance, and all of the Earths are at jeopardy.”

You press the button, and feel the wind as a portal opens up, you turn to watch as the team comes through, followed by the league. Your eyes go first to Dick, and then the woman standing at his side. Artemis’ eyes focus on Wally, while her arms clutch the sleeping child closer to her body.

Your brother was in for some shocks, and you knew he wasn’t going to take some of them well.  


There is so much symbolism hidden all throughout Treasure Planet, but it would take me years to uncover and explain it all, so I’m just going to focus on my beautiful baby boy and husband, Jim Hawkins. There is so much symbolism in Jim’s face and clothes, that once you’ve seen it, it’s frankly quite hard to ignore. 

In the beginning of the movie, Jim’s clothes are dark. Dark pants, dark boots, dark jacket, even darker black shirt. Dark dark dark. The darkness of his clothes symbolizes the internalized hopelessness he has, and the despondency that he emanates. After all, black is the color of mourning (unless you’re on Altea, then it’s pink) and Jim is still mourning the fact that his father left him and his mother when he was twelve. Now, let’s talk about his face. Do you see that shadowy eye mask? How about those bags that look kinda like scars? No, he doesn’t just have deep set eyes. Those are there to intensify the hopelessness of Jim’s outlook on his future. pretty deep, right? Just wait. It gets deeper. 

Take a better look here. Dark clothes, dark eyes, dark outlook. Hopelessness. 

Then, our buddy Jimbo here gets the map. The map is supposed to symbolize a sort of hope for Jim, something he had previously been lacking. Now, look at this next gif.

A glimmer of hope has entered Jim’s life with this odd little sphere, and Jim is ready to jump into the first ship he can and said across the galaxy, chasing his favorite fairy tale. (Damn, that’s a real dreamer there. I applaud you, honey.)

In the next scene we see him in, his clothes are a little different. 

He still wears the dark jacket, dark pants, and dark boots, but notice something: his black shirt is gone, replaced with one of a lighter color. This is SO IMPORTANT because it shows something that you might have missed if you weren’t overanalyzing the crap out of it like I am omg I have no life. He is wearing a lighter color, which symbolizes how he now has a little bit of hope to hold to now. However, he still wears the black jacket, which is supposed to show that he is still trying to hide this hope with his sullen exterior. 

Now, look! Jim’s jacket is gone! This is supposed to show that even after everything he’s been put through on this voyage, he now has hope. That hope was originally the map, but soon became Silver. 

I mean just look at the look he gives Silver when the cook cheers him up. My depression: cured. My skin: clear. My heart: full. 

Now, onto my next point. 

In the last scene of Treasure Planet, Jim has a haircut, and he’s wearing white. The haircut symbolizes that he took initiative to take care of himself. The white clothing is symbolic of a few things. White often denotes purity, cleanliness, and the most important of all, new birth or rebirth. At the end of the movie, Jim is essentially “reborn” into a new person, into a man who found his hope and future, instead of a boy haunted by his dark emotional state. Now, remember how I mentioned those eye bags and shadow mask? Notice here that they’re gone. This symbolizes the fact that Jim no longer is weighed down by his emotions. No, he sees he has a future, and has internalized hope. He looks forward to the brightness of his future instead of back into the darkness of his past. 

That’s it. Class dismissed.

*mic drop*

Never Trust a Guy With a Metal Arm

Summary/Request: Hello again!!! Here I am with a new request Buckyxreader. The reader is Peter Quill’s younger sister, she can control electricity and is part of the Guardians of the Galaxy. During a patrol, she, Rocket and Baby Groot fell on Earth and the Avengers found they. The team bring they at the tower for the reader, finally, call to Quill. Bucky is impressed with her powers he meets her and starts to like her, but Rocket and Baby Groot are really protectors. It’s a little long but is this! Thank you! ( @mimisari234 )

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Nope i don’t think

A/N: I couldn’t have got this done without @winterxblood and her inspirational gif

“See? This is why I don’t like you driving my Milano!”

Peter scowled at you as he tried to shake off the restraints from his wrists and ankles.

The four of you were on duty somewhere beyond the galaxy. Having time to spend, you decided to gear up and start your brother’s Milano so the team would get to your destination faster, without having to wait for the ship to cool and start.

You thought it was smart, but Peter, on the other hand, thought the opposite. You insisted on driving and before you knew it, you crashed the ship on rocky grounds in the middle of god knows where.

 The group was immediately taken into a big truck where several people bound you at the wrists, ankles, and even took your weapons. You had a shock collar on in case you’d try your powers on the poor people. They obviously knew who you guys were.

“My apologies, brother for trying to help you out back there.” You huffed, resting your head on the cool surface of the vehicle’s wall.

“How thoughtful of you.“

“Where are they taking us, anyway?” Rocket asked. The four of you rocked back and forth in the car, trying your hardest to see what was on the other side of the driver’s spot. Groot shook in his tiny space in the little glass jar he was in, banging on the walls which clearly didn’t help.

“Hey, asshole,” You shouted out the window to the driver. “Where are you taking us?” Nudging your elbow to bang on the cement. The man in the uniform said nothing, only to glare at you through the mirror and shut the door.

“Thanks a lot, Y/N.” Peter rolled his eyes. You kicked his combat boots with yours.

“If only Gamora was here, she’d side with me and I’d have you kick your-“

The vehicle stopped in a halt, causing the four of you to roll and accelerate in opposite directions on the floor. You groaned slightly as your back hit a wall. The large doors opened, sunlight shining through the green scenery in the background. You pushed your body to sit up, back leaning against the wall again but only to be dragged out harshly.

You, Peter, and Rocket were now held up by numerous people who seemed to be dressed in blue stealth suits. One person held Groot (who was safe in his jar) as they followed you into a big complex.

Looking around, you got a glimpse at the scene surrounding you. This place looked familiar, you thought. Clearly it wasn’t from your former planet, but the planet you came from.

The big building was grey, a few stories high with a garage at the bottom. It was in the middle of a nice open green area where trees surrounded it, a big ‘A’ was labeled at the front. You saw people who looked like they were being trained all lined up to the right who were being instructed by their trainer, another building which looked like a storage space in the back, and numerous recruits surrounded the area.

“Let us go..” You heard Peter say from behind you. You saw him struggle in his restraints as the agents were trying to keep him still.

“Peter, stop moving.” You hissed as you entered the building. You looked up in awe when you were greeted with various jets plastered on a second stage, computers and tactical gear all around.

“Holy shi-“

“Is this?” Rocket asked.

“Cap.” An agent spoke. They nodded at the man who was now walking in front of them, dressed in a casual blue shirt with a brown leather jacket and jeans.

“Good lord.” You whispered to yourself.

The agents pushed the four of you to follow the blonde man into a secluded area. They sat you down in chairs, Groot on the table.

Once everyone was settled, the man spoke. “You can release them now, guys.” He said. The agents obliged as he smiled politely at them, shooing them off to leave.”

“Driving an aircraft into a privately owned land, I see?” The man asked, looking up at the projection in front of him. “Do you know why you’re here? Where you are?”

“The mighty Captain America, Steve Rogers.” Rocket smirked, rubbing his wrists. “Y’know, you could’ve let your men handle us a bit more with care.” He joked. Steve nodded.

“New complex, I see?” You asked, turning to a few others who stepped into the briefing room.

Steve was about to speak until another man spoke for him. You could recognize him, these people, anywhere. “That’s right, space girl. Proudly paid for by the one and only.” The man winked as he took a seat.

“Holy. That-This is Tony Stark!” Your brother exclaimed. “Big fan of you.” He smiled, shaking Tony’s hand.

A man with long hair and a metal arm took a seat next to you. He gave you a smile as you met his eyes, you doing the same as Groot climbed up your jacket and onto your shoulder, frowning at the man.

“Easy now.” You whispered.

Chatter started in the room as everyone sat down. “Alright, everyone settle down.” Steve announced. Once everyone was quiet, he started to speak. “My name, as you know, is Steve Rogers. My fellow Avengers and I have brought the four of you here because we want to announce something to you.” He explained.

Your files started appearing in a row in the middle of the table for everyone to see, projected on the little device. “We know you four, and all of the others up there.” Steve nodded as he looked at the screen.

“Flying raccoon, large-“ Tony looked at Groot who was held on your shoulder. “Small tree man, and two twins, basically.” He explained.

You frowned. “Fair enough.”

“We know what you guys have done. Your powers, abilities..” Steve explained. “Especially you, Y/N.” He smiled.

Tony stood from his spot, swiping the hologram. “Which is why we brought you here to recruit you. Of course, we were gonna send a ship to get you, but conveniently, you decided to wreck the land and show up.”

“Yeah about that,” You laughed. “Terribly sorry about that. You see, my brother and I-“

“Oh, we’re not looking for an apology, Quill. All we ask is for your assistance. Stay here on earth, train with us, earn your badges as an Avenger.”

“I mean, we would have to think about it first.” Peter interrupted. “We can’t just leave the planet for another team.” He sighed.

“Well, just know that you’re always welcomed here.”

And so you were. With four months of training again, your team decided to leave the galaxy for a while and come back to earth to help earth’s mightiest heroes. You got to know the team within the months, them becoming like your new family. It took time to adjust, but with a few bonding sessions and common interests, you were able to adjust quickly.

It was a nice day outside, so you and your friend, Wanda decided to train outside of the compound. You got along with her the most, since you two had powers that were useful together during battle. Tony joked how the colors of your powers went well.

You saw Peter training with Clint and Bucky on the grass, Rocket sat down on a nearby tree with Groot as he stared down at the man with the metal arm. You rolled your eyes.

“So, you got any missions this week?” You asked Wanda as you held your fingers up to attack her. She blocked your electricity with her powers, as you went back and forth on the grass.

“Nope. I’m free until Tuesday. I do have to train the newest mutants, though.” She sighed. “You?”

“Yeah.” You said, pausing quickly to attack her forcefield. “I’m suppose to go on a mission with Barnes tomorrow.” You smiled, a blush creeping up on your neck.

Wanda gasped, walking towards you to counterattack. “No way! You and Barnes?”

“I know right..” You smiled. “I’ve never gone on a mission with him. Hell, we don’t even talk to each other. I don’t think he’s ever seen me in action.”

“What do you think of him?” She smirked, noticing your blush as she floated in the air, you on the ground. “Oh, Y/N…” She teased, reading your mind as you laughed out.

“I’m excited, honestly.” You said as she lowered herself on the ground. “That’s why Rocket and Groot are..You know.” You tilted your head to see them.

You noticed Bucky sparring with your brother. He was in a black long sleeved shirt and jeans, barefoot as his hands were wrapped. You bit your lip as you watched him in action, rejoicing in your head as you got to see what he can actually do. Your eyes began to turn a light blue, signaling all your energy being built up.

You didn’t notice Wanda talk to you, but when you weren’t responding, she sent you flying back onto the grass, back up against the tree Rocket and Groot were on. She floated towards you, smiling as you groaned out.

“What was that for?” You frowned.

“I didn’t say we were done.” She smiled, holding a hand to help you up.

“I hate you.” You said, grabbing her arm to send a small bolt of electricity through her, causing her to punch your arm.

“Nice powers there.” A voice spoke from behind you. You turned around to see Bucky smirking down at you, unwrapping his arms and tossing the remains into his bag. He called for a break with Peter and Clint as they walked off into the compound, Wanda following behind.

“Thanks.” You smiled. “I could’ve done better. Probably send her off flying first.” You laughed.

Bucky smiled at the trail you left on the floor. “Took it hard, huh?”

“That’s Wanda.” You shrugged. “So, you ready for our mission tomorrow?” You asked him, leaning against the tall tree as you watched him pack up.

“Definitely. I’ve never been on one with you alone, though. I’m somewhat scared at what you could do.” He winked up at you, sending butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“So you should. Your powers are amazing and come in handy with any enemy that come in contact with us. You and Wanda especially.” He said, slinging his bag over his shoulders.

“You too, soldier. Amazing combat training skills, a metal arm… Good with a gun and knives.” You raised your eyebrow. He walked toward you to listen closer. “Electricity does wonders with metal. You should be careful.”

“That so?”

“Mhmm.” You looked up at him, his chest meeting yours under the big tree. “But sometimes it can help out defeat the opposing team.”

“How strong is this electricity of yours?” He asked, arm resting on the trunk.

You smirked, slowly taking the knife out from his holster along his waist. You threw it at a nearby tree, and as it hit the trunk, you held your hand up to conjure your strength, sending the tree to cripple right then and there as it slowly started to send in sparks.

“Shit.” he muttered, looking at the tree.

“I’ll buy you a new one, don’t worry.”

He only smiled down at you, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

We exist, you know!” A voice called from above you. You rolled your eyes to see Rocket come down and climb up your arm to rest on your shoulder. Groot did the same and sat in the pocket of your jacket.

You sighed, smiling as you met Bucky’s gaze at the creatures on you. “They’re a little over protective. Only want me to engage in contact with men in the galaxy.”

“I can see that. They’ve been eyeing me for the last two hours.” Bucky said. “Especially him.” He pointed at the raccoon who slowly frowned.

“If you do anything to her, boy I swear I will rip-“

“Rocky!” You shouted, pulling his tail. “Be nice.”

Bucky smirked, guiding you into the compound again, greeting others as they walked by you.

He walked you up into the elevator, which took you to the avenger’s rest areas and walked you to your room. You let Rocket inside as Groot sat peacefully in your pocket.

“You know, you really gotta tell me more about yourself, and your friends.” Bucky spoke. “I’m interested.”

“Well me and Peter were originally from here so we’re not any different from you guys.” You spoke. “These guys, however, are obviously different, but we’ll get to that some other time.” You smiled, taking Groot’s small hand to place him on your shoulder. He hid behind your ear.

“Maybe after our mission I can take you somewhere where we can talk about that.” Bucky offered. “Maybe somewhere in New York?”

“That sounds nice.” You agreed. “Yes, definitely. Without any distracting animals or guns and knives..”

“Great! I’ll see you in a few hours then.” He winked, placing his hands in his pocket.

“Will do.”

You walked into your quarters and sat down with a smile on your face next to Rocket. You laid your head back on the couch, sighing in content before you felt eyes on you.

“What?” You asked, meeting rocket’s eyes.

“Never trust a guy with a metal arm.”

Made Of Ice Not Glass

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - @motherandloverofallfandoms 

Heyyy i love your blog and I was wandering if you can write a harry x reader. The reader is from auradon an they fell in love with harry and when they are fighting in it’s going down reader gets really injured and harry is super scared and worried.

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – The daughter of Queen Elsa and Harry Hook fell for each other and began dating but kept it a secret till she is hurt trying to get King Ben back with the VK’s.

Warning(s) - blood, injury, it gets a little sexual and implied sex but nothing crazy

Originally posted by malfloriannet

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I don’t know where this came from but it happened. Ficlet for when Henry gets his motorcycle? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

T for swearing and the Condom Fairy, ~1100 words

Henry is sixteen when he gets his driver’s license, but he’s disappointed to find that he can’t have a car all his own. No, it’s either his mom’s old yellow sputtering VW from the 70s, with barely any leg room and a roof that his head skims since his growth spurt began, or his grandpa’s rusty brown truck that takes a few times for the engine to turn over. His other mom’s car is “too nice” to risk him getting into an accident with, and while Killian’s at least looks cool, Henry can’t stand the steering aid that Killian’s hook latches onto on the steering wheel.

But he likes driving. He can take Violet on dates without having to walk everywhere, or worse, have his parents drop him off. He can spend more time at the sorcerer’s mansion when he needs to be alone – which is pretty often, lately. Now that the town line is free from any magical barriers, he can also take the occasional trip away from Storybrooke and the chaos. (Even when it’s quiet, it’s never really quiet.)

He expresses to his family on many occasions that he wishes to have his own vehicle. And who cares if his requests seem selfish and ridiculously like a teenager complaining at nothing. He wants a convertible sports car, all the better for stargazing and wrapping his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders while they lay their seats back all the way. Or maybe a nice, sleek truck with an engine that just purrs, and a wide bed for ‘reasons,’ he tells his moms, as if they don’t already know the shit he gets up to.

(He doesn’t know for sure why he’s suddenly finding condoms in his dresser and under his pillows, as if some fucking Condom Fairy has dropped by during the night to embarrass the hell out of him, but by the knowing look in his eyes, he’s pretty damn sure it’s Killian’s doing. Or maybe his mom’s. To be fair, she had him when she was seventeen, so it probably isn’t the worst thing to be prepared.)

It occurs to him, though, after a few months, that he’s not thinking big enough – or maybe he’s thinking too big.

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You’ll Be Mine - Yondu x Reader

Ok, so of course I wrote this right after coming home from see Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 last night. It’s the first fic I’ve posted online and it’s in first person and I know the formatting and grammar isn’t perfect but please bare with me… I hope you guys like it.

Warning - smut

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A Rather Haunting Night

Author: @lovefilledtragedy

Pairing: Multi-character, Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: some cuss words, of course. some little scares obviously, mentions of fear and anxiety, just some good Halloween vibes and some fluff, you know.

Author’s Notes: so happy that I could be a part of @obrosey-af‘s Halloween writing challenge, this was so much fun to write even though I wasn’t sure how it was all going to come out, but I hope you all enjoy this. this was based on the prompt for a haunted house. I also decided to write this with the season 3 cast because season 3 is my most favorite, but this is completely a AU fic. and thank you to my girl @ninja-stiles for proof-reading this, you’re wonderful

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Originally posted by nvshtyy

Halloween, All Hallows’ Eve; one of the most thrilling and terrifying nights of the year. All of the history, the celebration, and the craziness of Halloween was intriguing to you, and tonight, you and your friends were going to be in for one hell of a ride.

The excitement of the holiday filled the late afternoon air all throughout Beacon Hills as the school day came to an end. You walked out of the classroom walking towards your locker down that’s a few halls down and saw Allison there, talking to one of her classmates before they waved and walked off to go off and enjoy their Halloween plans.

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Harry Hook x fem!reader || Consequences

requested; Harry Hook x reader + #1. “ You said it’s us against the world,” #9.“ How could you? I trusted you. ” #51.“ You weren’t supposed to love me,” & #53.“ Can’t you see? I’m broken. ”

summary; (Y/N) , daughter of Lady Tremaine, plays the role of a double agent, being part of Mal’s group and trying to befriend Uma’s crew only to get information, a certain pirate falls for her and she has to accept the consequences.

a/n: I hope you enjoy this! Sorry if it’s too sad, aye; (+ sorry if what I wrote doesn’t make sense, idk what I’m doing anymore. ) Also, remember requests are closed at the moment & my master list won’t be updated until 20 August or later, due to the fact that I’ll be traveling one week.

warnings !! ; mention of suicide, really depressing. Please don’t hate me.

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“ Is this really necessary?” (Y/N) asked when Evie made her try the 10th garderobe, in her search for the ‘perfect look’, “ Of course, (Y/N) ! You need to fit into that pirate crew, remember what Mal said,-”

“ You can’t let anyone know who you are or else I’ll kick you out,” the both girl said in union, remembering how serious Mal was about this new plan of hers.

“ I just don’t get why she hates Uma so much, ” (Y/N) sighed

“ Something about their childhood, she never told me either,” Evie said while pulling out of her wardrobe another one of her pirate costumes she designed only for (Y/N), “ But I do know that if Mal kicks you out of our group, you’ll be on your own, she wouldn’t let me come see you ever again, ” Evie cried

“ That won’t happen, you’re my best friend, E. I’ll do whatever it takes to be in Mal’s group, for you.

(Y/N) closed her eyes, remembering how it all started, two years ago, when they were only fourteen years old.

She was the daughter of Lady Tremaine, no one really paid attention at her when she was young, her mother never really letting her leave the house, until one day when Evie found her.

Since then, the blue haired girl became her only friend and (Y/N) would do anything for her, that’s why she tried to be friends with Mal, whom only used her, and that’s why she agreed to spy on Uma, faking to be her friend.

No one knew (Y/N) was part of Mal’s group, the purple haired girl saying it was for the best, so she could be a true double agent.

Two years passed and (Y/N) did became good and what Mal made her to do; she could go all day over at Uma’s and stay with her , Harry and Gil , then go back at Mal to tell her everything she found out about them, not having any regrets.

That was until three months ago when Harry asked her out; the pirate flirted with her since the day she came to the chip shop , but lately he became serious about her, meaning everything, especially the fact that he loved her.

(Y/N) felt bad, not only because she lied to him and his friends since the first time they’ve met, but also because from the start she didn’t want to hurt anyone.

Especially not the guy that was the nicest with her.

” Earth to (Y/N)!“ Mal said annoyed, waving her hand in front of (Y/N)’s face, ” You with us?“

” Yeah, sorry, I just zoomed out. “

Mal rolled her eyes, ” You were saying that Uma will have a party tomorrow tonight ?“

(Y/N) nodded, letting Mal continue with her talking, ” That’s perfect. Then tomorrow we will hit big so she won’t forget about us, and you could finally stole faking to be her friend, “ Mal smirked wickedly

” Sure,“ (Y/N) said emotionless, ” I have to go now, I guess I’ll see you tonight to plot for your big move?“

” Exactly ! “

” (Y/N), wait, we need to talk, “ Evie said grabbing her friend’s hand and dragging her downstairs

” What is it , E ?“

” You’re hiding something. Every time you hide something, this little crinkle appears right between your brows.

“ I don’t have a crinkle ! ”

“ Yepp, there it is,” Evie said moving closer to (Y/N) face, “ Now, tell me what’s bothering you,”

“ Harry asked me out some time ago and he keeps bugging me with it,” she whispered

“ You’ll get rid of him tomorrow, right? Then you won’t have to see him ever again, “Evie smiled, but her beautiful charming smile faded when she saw the look on (Y/N)’s face, ” That’s not what happiness looks like,“ Evie pouted

” Tell me you don’t love him,“

And in that moment every memory she had with him popped up in her mind. His eyes, his smirk, the way he flirts, his specific smell , ” I can’t,“ (Y/N) said slowly, ” I can’t tell you that, Evie. Because I’d be lying.

Evie gasped, wrapping her hands around (Y/N), “ Oh holy crowns, what are we going to do now ?”

“ I have a plan, but you might not like it. ”


Harry was going to the small golf, in The west of the isle, the only spot where he could find new stuff , lost by others, to give his father to sell in his shop.

Once he arrived there, he placed his hook along with his hat , jacket and boots on a rock and went in the water to search for new good stuff.

He was placing every rock, shell and jewelry in his pockets, once he was done Harry glared at the place where he left his stuff, only to see a smiling (Y/N) standing besides them, “ Sunshine,” Harry smiled

“ Hi, Harry. ”

“ Why are you here, sunshine ?”

(Y/N) sighed, “ I needed to see you. ”

“ Have my charms got their way into ye heart ?” he joked, not expecting any serious answer from the girl that stole his heart.

She smirked, knowing that whatever she would say from now on, will have consequences, “ Maybe,”

Harry’s mouth dropped open, “ Excuse me? I don’t think I’ve heard you. What did you just say?”

“ Shut it , Hook. You know what I said. ”

“ I know,” he grinned ,“ But I wanted to hear you say it again , love. ”

“ Something will happen tomorrow, Harry,” she whispered, “ and I need you to remember something , okay?”

Now, Harry looked confused, but nodded automatically, “ You said it’s us against the world,” (Y/N) said, “ remember that tomorrow, please, ”

“ What’s happening tomorrow ?”

“ Nothing good, Harry,” she said getting up, “ But remember that what I said now it is true, this isn’t a lie,” (Y/N) muttered turning on her heels and leaving the golf, she needed to meet up with Mal in half an hour.


“ You’re planning what?” (Y/N) spat

“ The end of Uma and her crew,” Mal smirked

“ That’s a bomb, Mal! It will blow the whole ship, they’ll…die. ” (Y/N) said, not believing her ears what Mal wanted to do.

“ Exactly, we’ll get rid of them once and for all, wouldn’t it be great?” she asked glaring at Carlos, Jay and Evie, both boys nodded - too scared to say anything else.

“ It might be a little harsh, Mal, they don’t need to…die,” Evie muttered

“ What’s with you two?” Mal asked angrily, looking from Evie to (Y/N), “ Aren’t you on my side ?”

“ We are, but you just can’t go around and kill everyone you don’t like,” (Y/N) cried

“ If you don’t like my ways, then don’t come,”

“ Fine, ” she spat, leaving Mal’s lair.

(Y/N) tried to breathe fresh air and calm her racing heart, but she couldn’t. The girl jumped frightened when someone touched her shoulder, “ Sorry, didn’t want to scare you,” Evie spoke.

“ Evie?”

Evil Queen’s daughter smiled, “ Best friends forever, remember? Mal’s wrong with this. We should warn them, fast, since she wants to do it ..now. ”

(Y/N) grabbed Evie’s hand and started to run to Ursula’s shop, hoping they wouldn’t be too late.


When the two girls arrived on the docks, Mal, Carlos and Jay were already there, arguing with Uma, Gil and Harry.

(Y/N) took Evie on the ship, using the backstage door, mainly used only by Uma’s employees.

Evie and (Y/N) could clearly heard the arguing that was going on above them, making them both stop when Mal said (Y/N)’s name.

“ What is she doing?” (Y/N) whispered

Evie frowned, trying to listen carefully at what Mal was saying, “ Too bad that not all of us are here today to see your pirate crew fall. Evie and (Y/N) backed out at the last moment. ”

“ What are ye talking about? (Y/N)’s our friend,” Harry hissed

Instantly Evie grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, reassuringly, trying to make her friend feel better, but the girl almost lost it when she heard Mal talk again, “ Is she really? I think you never knew the true (Y/N) like I did,” Mal smirked.

“ What are you talking about?” Uma spat

“ She worked for me. She did my biting, (Y/N) was never your friend, she’s on my side,” Mal laughed

“ Am I? Think about all the pranks we made during those past two years, since you met her. How could we have known about every party you had or every plan you had if (Y/N) wasn’t the one to tell us? ”

Harry frowned, his eyes shutting for a moment. She wasn’t lying. He remembered how (Y/N) was there every time they planned an attack on Mal and then the next day the VKs knew.

He was beyond mad, how could she do something like this to them? To him?

“ We need to get out of here,” (Y/N) whispered, “ Wait, you’ll make things worse, ” Evie said catching up with her, but she wouldn’t listen.

When they arrived on top of the ship, everyone stared at them, until Harry finally spoke, “ How could ye? I trusted ye!” he cried, his crew knowing he was talking with (Y/N) while Mal was just confused - why would he care so much anyway?

“ Harry, let me explain, I wanted to fix things-”

Harry’s face was now red , anger being all over it, it drove him mad to know that it was really true ; she had betrayed him.

“ Can’t you see ? I’m broken,” Harry spat, “ You did this to me. ”

(Y/N) took a step forward, to him, “ I’m sorry, Harry, at first it was different,” she sobbed

“ Different? ”

Now everyone could see she was truly crying and no one, ever, cried on the isle of the lost, “ You weren’t supposed to love me, ” she cried, “ and I wasn’t supposed to love you. ”

Harry looked at her, trying to find any sign of lying , but he couldn’t find any, “ It’s us against the world, ” she said before running towards to Mal and grabbing her backpack - where the bomb was.

“ (Y/N) put it down ! ” Evie screamed, “ You’ll die! ”

“I’m sorry, ” (Y/N said looking at Harry, Uma and Gil, “ After the first few months, I wasn’t faking it, I really liked you guys,” she spoke firmly, moving closer to the edge of the boat, “ and Harry…it’s a shame we didn’t even got our first kiss,” (Y/N) smiled sadly, “ I guess these are the consequences of this whole act, Mal, ”

“ (Y/N) don’t do this-”

“ May we meet again,” the girl said while jumping into the dark waters with the bomb in her arms, trying to save the others.

In that moment everyone could hear Harry’s scream of agony as the bomb blew up , damaging only a small part of the ship; the pirate felt a hole forming in his chest - losing someone he really loved changed him, it broke him for real.

Not Like This (Part 5)

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Part 2: Here
Part 3: Here
Part 4: Here

Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Reader x Bones
Word Count: 6,486
Rating: Teen+
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Author’s Note:  This is the final planned part.  I’m not going to say there will  never be another part, because I have fallen in love with a couple of the OCs in here, but I definitely have no other parts planned. With that being said… I hope you guys enjoy this last part.  Its been an emotional journey, this one. 😊 ❤

               When you wake up the next morning, you’re almost immediately overwhelmed with happiness. You get to leave the hospital today, and finally start getting your life back on track.  You’re tired of lying in a hospital bed and while you know it’s going to be a painful recovery, both emotionally and physically, you just want to get back to the way things used to be.  A nurse comes to check your vitals and get you to sign a form confirming your discharge, and then Leonard helps you get dressed into a new pair of cadet uniform pants and a new Starfleet issue t-shirt, forgoing the cadet jacket for now, because your arm and ribs are still very tender and he doesn’t want to irritate your injuries.

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Shelter [LuNyx]

Ahhhhhh I’m so excited to be finally able to share this collab that me and @annaoi​ worked so hard on. This little idea came up from our usual screaming about lunyx, and omg I’m so proud with how this came out! She did the gorgeous drawings and animations of course, but I hope this fic will do them justice!

SHIP: Luna/Nyx



No matter the rain
her eyes still reach out
with love…

They ran, creating small splashes when their feet met the rain soaked floor. Nyx grasped her hand, fingers intertwined as he pulled the princess through the falling rain. His jacket was draped over her shoulders, in hopes to provide the littlest bit of warmth and shelter. Nyx didn’t mind the rain, it was a common thing back in his home-land and he enjoyed the feeling of having droplets fall upon his skin. But the princess, for someone he was assigned to protect getting her even the slightest bit sick would cost him.

The sound of soft chuckling entered his ears as he ran. He turned his head to land his sights on the smile which graced her lips. Her eyes too began to glimmer, like a piece of blue sky hidden away from the clouds of grey.

“What are you laughing at, your highness?” Nyx asked, not that it bothered him. Seeing her smile sent a tingling warmth within his being.

“Oh, it’s nothing Nyx.” Lunafreya replied. “The rain was just so sudden, I just find it quite amusing.”

The downpour was quite a surprise. The day started off as per usual, with blue skies and the beaming warmth of the sun. ‘A perfect day for a picnic.’ as her royal highness had stated, and that was what they did. But before the picnic blanket even met the grass floor, grey clouds began to darken the once blue sky, blocking the sun which blessed what was supposed to be a sunny day. A sudden cold chill was starting to fill the air, giving way to the droplets of rain which followed next. At the sound of clapping thunder, that was all it took for the two to make their speedy escape.

“Laugh all your want, your highness. But we gotta get you back inside the palace before the storm starts brewing.” But despite his words, the glaive couldn’t help but chuckle back.

They soon reached the palace as intended. The soaked soles of their shoes created small mud tracks along the marble floor as they padded through the halls. Light illuminated these long halls, but not for long. A crack of thunder was all it took to take it away, leaving them to stand in nothing but darkness.

“Well, great.” Nyx muttered. “Just what we needed.”

“Should we wait until the power goes back on?” Lunafreya suggested.

A more logical suggestion as expected from the princess, however Nyx shook his head in disagreement. “There’s no need. Better to make our way now than stand here for hours.” It wasn’t like this was the first time he had been inside the palace. As a guard, it was expected for him to have it’s grounds memorised. How much of a difference could it be in the dark.

Or so he thought.

“Are you sure this is the right way?” Lunafreya asked, a common question since they entered the palace.

Nyx tightened his lips, a gesture of his own frustration. He didn’t want to admit it, but they were lost.


That was a lie, and the princess could tell from the hesitance in his voice.

“We’ve been walking for quite a while don’t you think?” she further asked. “It usually doesn’t take this long.”

“Well, being in the dark and all we gotta be more careful.” That was partially true, being in a dark environment did require more caution. But being inside the palace was far different from the battlefield.

“I understand. The palace is quite vast. One can really get lost.” she only further pressed.

She was onto him. Even in the dark he could tell that there a smirk forming on her lips.

“Okay, fine.” Nyx grumbled. “We’re lost.”

Luna giggled. “Oh well. My quarters can wait. Let’s just find the nearest room for now.” And much like he did before, she lead him down the halls, careful to avoid another chance of getting lost.

Upon opening the heavy doors, their eyes met nothing but empty darkness, much like the hallways they were carefully walking through not long before. The only light source visible was the crack from a nearby window, yet that was not enough to illuminate the pitch blackness they were enveloped in.

“I’m going to go find a flashlight or something.” Nyx announced.

“Do you need my help?” Lunafreya questioned the glaive. “It might be difficult if you can’t see.”

However Nyx rejected her offer, giving a shake of his head even if she couldn’t see it. “Don’t worry about it. You just stay here.” Though she did have a point, he would hate to have the princess trip over something in the dark.

“Oh, alright then.” Lunafreya responded. “Just, be careful.”

Nyx let out a snort like laugh. Even amongst the dark, his laugh was something she recognised dearly. “I’m just finding a flashlight, your highness. I’m not going into battle.” and with those words, the fingers which held her own disappeared, along with the comfort she felt while he was by her side.

But she knew he was near. He could hear the footsteps of his heavy boots as he shuffled through the room, the opening of what sounded to be drawers and then a sudden tumble followed by a loud thunk to the ground. A hiss and groan entered her ears, the voice of pain the princess had heard many times before.

“Nyx?” Lunafreya immediately called out. “Are you okay? What happened?”

A response of silence. Her heart stopped.

“Nyx?” she called out again. “Are you hur—”

Suddenly a flash of light belted through the sky. And within seconds her voice was replaced by the menacing cry of thunder rolling through the looming clouds. A symphony of a storm was commencing outside. But the melody it played was far from pleasant to Lunafreya as an unsettling surge of panic began to form in the pits of her stomach.

Fear. It was an emotion she thought she had conquered so long ago. Yet, here it was, returning to her with it’s merciless blow. Her heart was beginning to pound, its thunderous beats rattled against her chest—like bolts lashing the open skies. She breathed sharply, in dear hopes to calm these creeping nerves. However air was doing very little in entering her lungs like she wanted and the terror only continued to build. She stood there unmoved yet her body started to quake along with the tremor of her bones.

This blanket of emptiness and thrashing of rain beyond her shelter, wrapped around her like a smothering hand. She didn’t feel safe, she couldn’t feel safe. Without her sworn protection by her side, Lunafreya was no longer the brave princess she was born to be. She felt like the little girl she thought she had hidden away, small, terrified and lonely.

Fingers gripped at the jacket which draped her shoulders, pulling it close as if it would further hide her from the dark. Her vision, though already blinded in black was starting to blur as tears began to glass her eyes. Another cry of thunder, and a whimper sounded from her trembling lips. She closed her eyes tightly.

“M..Mother…” she cried—small like the voice of innocence—for a guardian who no longer walked among mortals. She was alone, as she had been such for all those long years. It was the same, it always had been…

“Your highness?”

A call of her name and then a sudden grip on her fingers—warm like the embers of a flame. Lunafreya looked up, and her bright blues met the glaives very own. His face spoke a look of concern as he gazed back at the princess. The furrowing of his brows were etched by the shadows painted with the glowing fire burning ever so brightly in his opposite hand.

“Are you alright?” Nyx asked.

Lunafreya didn’t respond at first for she had lost her voice in her moment of terror. “I’m…I’m alright.” words finally left her lips.

However to Nyx’s ears, they didn’t sound as cheerful as they did when they ran from the rain. The crease in his brow ceased and his steel-blue eyes softened. With his fingers already entwined with her own, he tightened his hold. “C’mon.” he spoke softly. “Let’s go find somewhere to sit.”

He led her through the room, the burning embers in his palm illuminating their every path.

They stopped in front of the single large window.

“Sit.” Nyx said, gesturing to the windowsill.

Lunafreya settled herself down on the ledge, however Nyx did not follow suit. Instead he stepped back, opting the princess to quickly take hold of his hand. “Where are you going?” she asked, oblivious to the slight panic in her voice.

Nyx chuckled and a smile graced his lips. “Don’t worry, your highness.” the glaive reassured. “I’m just going to light some candles I found. I’m not going anywhere.”

Hearing his words, Lunafreya relaxed and released her grip on her glaives hand.

The candles, now lit by the glaive’s flame gave light to the once dark room. Though not the brightest in comparison to light bulbs, it was more than enough. From the flickering of the small fire, Lunafreya could make out the room to be an old study. Bookshelves filled with journals, and novels lined the marble walls. The silhouette of a lone desk was stationed, coated with a layer of dust. From above she could make out what appeared to be a chandelier, but it’s light had been robbed by the storms power outage.

She averted her gaze from the room back to the window. It’s glass though streaked with the rain’s racing droplets, still gave a clear view of the storm brewing outside. Black clouds remained sprawled across the skies. From above she could see that the city streets were no longer a bustle. People much like themselves had departed for much needed shelter. Leaning her head against the glass, she could feel the coldness prick against her skin.

“Looks like this storm isn’t letting up anytime soon.” Nyx spoke, joining the princess on the ledge of the window. Leaning his back against the wall, he mumbled. “So much for a sunny day.”

Lunafreya turned from the view outside back to her glaive. Even in the dim light, she could still see that sense of calmness on his face that she longed for—a look of bravery she wished she knew how to wear at this moment.

“Y’know, it’s okay to be scared sometimes.” Nyx said softly. Looking away from the window he turned his gaze to the princess.

Lunafreya tightened her lips and lowered her eyes. Though she knew there was no point in hiding, he could see right through her, he always had. “Do you…” she stopped. “Do you get scared?” she asked softly. She was expecting an answer of denial. He was the hero after all. Nyx was one who rarely spoke about his fears, and yet…

“Yeah, I get scared sometimes.” Nyx’s reply surprised the young royal “I’m scared of snakes.”

That only further bewildered the princess. “Snakes?” she questioned. “The hero of the Kingsglaive is scared of snakes?” An unexpected fear from a glaive like he, she found it hard to believe. 

“Shocking, I know.” Nyx mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “The way they just slide everywhere, and those beady eyes.” Nyx could feel a shudder run up his spine from just thinking about the curse reptile. “Libertus makes fun of me about it all the time.”

Lunafreya laughed, covering her giggles with her palm. In an instant the fear she felt a short while ago seemed to disappear like it never happened. At the sound of such, a grin spread across the glaive’s lips.

“Looks like you’re going to need the protecting then if we ever encounter a snake then, dear glaive.” she continued to laugh.

Nyx could only bring his hand sheepishly to his neck, but the grin he wore did not falter. Being protected by the princess herself, he couldn’t argue. It’s not the first time she had saved him. Still flustered, he turned his attention back to window, in hopes to hide the sudden warmth that began to dust his cheeks.

The princess’s laughter resorted to a smile, and her eyes now lay their focus on the glaive before her. Though she had watched him many times before, his appearance now seemed a little different from how he usually presented himself. It wasn’t just the jacket which he had shed to lay on her shoulders, but also the casual stance of his elbow propped on a raised knee and the way his back leaned in a slight slouch—a clear sign of weariness. But that wasn’t that only thing that caught her interest.

“Your hair…” The words tumbled from her lips in a soft whisper. However soft her words may be, they didn’t go unheard to the glaives ears.

“My hair—” Nyx stopped, and was silenced when he turned to see the sudden closeness he and Lunafreya were sharing. “Your…your highness?…”

“It’s all messed up from the rain.” she giggled. It was the first time she had seen it in such disarray. Her slender fingers reached out to his dark tresses, and gently brushed away the slightly damp strands to their rightful place.

Nyx could only do so much but stare at the royal highness, noticing the concentration she suddenly had on combing his hair. But his gaze on her eyes did not last long, as they began to wander, down from her nose until they lingered on the slight parting of her lips. Within, burned a sudden urge to feel them on his own—soft and warm. Yet as quick as the feeling came, he swallowed them down. Biting his lip, he turned his eyes away. A stupid thought he knew that would never be. Even with the soft pattering of rain, and the burning of candles to set the mood,  for him—a mere glaive—to kiss a princess like she was only something that came in his wildest dreams.

But not only that, he was scared. Scared of what may come to pass if he ever dared to approach her with feelings she may not even return.

“That’s better.” Lunafreya murmured. However upon averting her eyes away from his hair, she only met the gaze of his very own. They stared at her, holding a glint of longing she had never seen before. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to tear away, and only returned it back with a look that spoke much the same. With a gentle hand, she brought it down to rest on his cheek, and instantly he leaned into her caress. “Are you cold?” she asked, noticing his slight shivering.

The hand which rested upon his cheek sent a sense of warmth upon Nyx’s skin. “Not really…” he replied.

She watched, gaze falling to his lips. Her thumb, lightly grazed against the surface, stubble prickling her fingertips. Leaning close, she leaned her forehead against his.

“Are you?” Nyx asked, his warm breath ghosted against her lips like a silent kiss.

“No…” Lunafreya whispered. And amongst the dim glow of candlelight her lips found his, stealing away his breath in a single kiss. Slow, soft and gentle were the lips that melded against his own, laced with unspoken endearment.

Like the small flicker of flames, a certain glow warmed the inside of Nyx’s chest, melting away the biting chill from the rain upon his skin. Resting his palm upon the curve of the princess’s waist, her drew her close to kiss her back with acceptance to her feelings that he himself had feared to express.

But this warming sensation wasn’t bound to him alone, for Lunafreya could feel it too. In the arms of her protector, came that sense of safety she had dearly missed as a child. However, this time, she didn’t feel like she was being held by the arms of a guardian, moreso the arms of a man she loved dearly.

No longer were they glaive and princess in that moment. But two beloveds who had sought for shelter away from the raging cold of the rain, only to find tranquility within each other.

anonymous asked:

Hi there! You're so talented with your songs and it seems like you have a lot of inspiration to spare. If you ever needed/wanted a prompt during this silly hiatus, how about a bughead Southside serpent!au ? One of them is a serpent, one isn't. Could be pretty interesting to write!

Oooohhhhh, good one! Let’s make Betty a bad girl!
She shifted uncomfortably in the heavy leather jacket that was draped over her shoulders, her unruly blonde hair flying every which way, she hated this part, the waiting, the suspense.

Betty Cooper was hardly ever asked to participate in Drug deals, although she was a serpent they all knew better than to put her in those situations, unfortunately for her F.P had practically begged her, they needed leverage and everyone trusted the tiny little blonde with the sea green eyes.

Truth be told, Betty would do anything for their fearless leader, he had taken in her in when she turned fifteen, set her up in her very own trailer, she had responsibilities of course, take care of the children, make sure everyone was fed and if it came down to it, she had to be ready to fight. She was eighteen now and she loved each and every one of the serpents, especially F.P.

She could still remember the day she ran into the older man, school backpack on her shoulder and tears running down her cheeks, she hadn’t even realized she had ended up in the trailer park until he led her into his kitchen, slid a half empty bud light towards her and let her tell him everything.

Her parents wanted to send her away to the nuthouse, they thought she was crazy. She had been so caught up in school work and her infatuation with Archie she had become spacey and distant, that was enough for her parents and they were ready to ship her off. She found her bags packed by her door when she came home from school one day and her parents sitting on the couch, she turned right around and never looked back, she filed for emancipation and has lived in the trailers ever since.

She never got the chance to tell her friends, Joaquin told her it was better to just leave it, like ripping off a bandaid, they would be sad but they would move on. Joaquin was her best friend, he kept all of her secrets and she had been there for him when he cried on her shoulder after his breakup with Kevin, claiming it was too dangerous to be involved with a serpent and he wanted Kevin safe.

That brought her back to today, the long haired boy brushed a hand over her shoulder, an unspoken rule they had. When one or the other looked nervous they would brush each other’s shoulders, unspoken moral support.

“You’re short.” F.P barked, dropping the bag with the money and moving dangerously close. The man on the other side seemed surprisingly unphased by the gang, he had his own group of people and they were all smiling wickedly.

“Oh are we? Perhaps we can offer you something else? I heard you’ve been missing your son. What’s the boys name “Jughead” ? We can deliver him to you.“

Betty stiffened and moved to stand beside her leader.

No. No one was going to hurt Jughead. No matter what’s

F.P had the balding man by the collar and was pushing him so hard Into the wall Betty feared for the bricks.

"You keep my sons name out of your mouth, you fat bastard or I swear to god money will be the least of your problems.” He growled.

Betty had heard the story of Jughead and his father. at first she had been hesitant to believe the older man, she cared about Jughead more than anything and this was the man who had caused him the most damage, but when F.P broke down one night, downing his entire flask of vodka and crying “he’s my son, I just wanted to make it okay, I love him. Jellybean got sick, I had to pay the hospital bills, there was no other way. I’m in it now, I’m in it for life, he doesn’t get it, this is my family too.” She had felt her heart break for the broken family, it seemed like he had lost something to the Andrews as well, while Betty lost her heart F.P lost his son. Jughead was not living with Archie and his father and when F.P came back to the park especially angry, it was a sure sign he had seen the “extended family” at pops.

The fat bald man put his hands up as the serpents prepared to take on the rest of the group, Betty laced up her combat boots tight, and stepped forward in her denim shorts.

“Woah, woah. Keep it cool. We have the money, we were just making sure it was an even trade.pass it over Bruce.”

Suddenly a heavy duffle bag was thrown into Betty’s arms as “Bruce” eyed her for a little too long causing one of the older men in the serpents named Hause to growl, Hause was everyone’s favorite uncle, he was funny but absolutely terrifying.

Betty counted out the money and nodded toward F.P “it’s all here.”

F.P released the man from the wall and smiled goofily “pleasure doing business with you, well keep in touch.” He threw a lethal glare at the man and hopped onto his motorcycle. Betty followed suit, getting on Joaquin’s, the duffel bad draped over her shoulders.

As soon as they hit the trailer park gates, Betty sensed something was wrong, it was in the air and it made her anxious.

Joaquin grabbed her hand and helped her off the bike, “F.P is wearing the same face as you, do you two know something I don’t” he whispered in her ear.

She rolled her eyes as a shiver shook her spine
Smiling she shrugged “I don’t know there’s just something in the ai….” she was cut off when her eyes connected with the one and only

“Jughead? What are you doing here son? Is everything okay?” Jugheads father approached him but he never took his eyes off Betty. If the world would swallow her up right now she would be eternally grateful.

Shaking himself slightly Jughead turned to his father, his eyes still glancing at Betty, jaw lightly slack

“Yeah, I uhhh. I wanted to talk, I brought dinner, I figured.. I’m sorry what the hell? Betty?” Jughead shoved the bag of food he was holding into his dads arms and made his way over to Betty, she glanced at Joaquin for help but he was slowly backing away with his hands up, this was her fight and he wasn’t going to get involved.

Joaquin knew the feelings Betty harbored for the youngest Jones boy, she had kept them hidden putting all her time into Archie because he was safe and she had thought he was certain, shows how much she knows.

“Jughead” she whispered softly.

“Betty Cooper?” He asked awestruck, she looked so different, gone was the skintight ponytail replaced by long messy honey blonde curls that reached a little above mid back, her normal sickly pale skin was now a golden tan with a few oil stains, she had replaced her pink and blue cardigans for a leather jacket and her bright green eyes didn’t seem so sad. She looked amazing “ it’s been three years? Where have you been? What are you doing Here? You didn’t tell anyone, any of us not even Veronica.”

Betty felt her heart ache at the mention of her once best friend, she nodded at Jughead “okay ill explain everything, let’s head to my trailer okay?”

“Your trailer? You live here?” Jughead asked, his eyes wide as she led him away, throwing F.P a reassuring nod. He put ten fingers up and raised a brow, he meant that he would be coming over in ten minutes to make sure everything was okay. She nodded again.

As soon as they reached her trailer she put the key in the lock and let him in. He looked around, it was purely Betty, none of her parents influence, just Betty’s. there were flowers and picture frames, children’s toys scattered about the center and cookies and pies lined her kitchen table, it was warm and candles were everywhere, clothes were piled in a hamper and shoes were neatly lined up by the door. He drew his eyes back to Betty and she was wringing her

“I know it’s not much, but it’s home” she shrugged

“It’s great, I mean.. it’s really nice.. Betty. What happened?” He asked gently, turning to face her fully.“

Sighing she nodded towards the center of the room, where a comfortable couch was littered with soft blankets and squishy pillows, he made himself comfortable and instantly felt at home, that was the Betty Cooper affect he supposed.

She took a seat beside him and began, telling him everything about her parents, his father, her jobs, Joaquin. By the time she was finished she was exhausted, crying and thoroughly starving.

"So that’s it, that’s why I ended up here, that’s why I couldn’t tell anyone. It was just easier.” She slid off her leather jacket and headed towards the kitchen table. Bringing back a tray of cookies she sat down and offered him one, although he was still slightly in shock at all he had heard he was never one to to turn down food, as she placed the plate on the little table, he gripped her wrist, his fingers running gently over the little S tattoo in the shape of a snake.

“I understand why you’re here, you did what you had to do, I understand that. I’m happy you found a place to be yourself, I wish I could have been a part of it, I should have seen what they were doing to you, maybe I could have prevented everything, I don’t know, but you’re happy now, I can see that and that’s all that matters, I don’t care that you’re a serpent, this is part of you and I like every part of you, good and bad. Now that I know, you’re not gonna be able to keep me away you know that right?” Jughead said softly moving her hand to his chest, And smiling

Taking a deep breathe Betty sighed happily, dropping her forehead to his

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you Jughead.”

He smiled, his nose brushing hers

“No Bets, you don’t know how much IVE missed you.”

Opening her eyes, she found herself lost in his stormy blue oceans, he was moving closer and she moved her mouth to his, just as their lips were about to meet the door slammed open to reveal F.P. Standing in the doorway his eyes wide

“Dad!” Jughead groaned

“Woah! I’m sorry, it was too quiet, I’ve been waiting outside the door. I’ll go! I’ll go! You kids carry on.” He moved to walk away before popping his head in again “but don’t carry on too much.” He warned with a jokingly stern eyebrow wiggle.

Jughead groaned again, dropping his head to Betty’s shoulder as she erupted in giggles before grabbing his hand

“Come on Romeo, I think you’re dad wants to talk to you.”

Girly (Yondu x Reader)

Synopsis: You’re found by Yondu’s crew and taken in because he believes you can be of use to him. Maybe in more ways than one … 

A/N: I had never thought of writing a Yondu fanfic until I was scrolling through Tumblr and saw some fanfics. Why did I stumble across these?!?! Not that I’m entirely complaining! ;p

Hope you all enjoy! ;p

Warnings: Some swearing, very mild sexual stuff, some death.

Word count: 7k

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Numbers (1/1)

Rating: M

Summary: Emma can’t help but wonder where she ranks. Killian reveals.

Warnings: Mentions of bigotry. 

It’s not like she’s kept track, per se.

Emma Swan has never cared about black books or numbers: for herself or her partners. After her first (and rather disastrous) relationship, men had been a one-and-done sort of deal. No sordid swapping of past tales. No coffee and eggs in the morning. And definitely no numbers (she had donated a fair amount to the Save Haiti Hotline when one guy was persistent about her digits.)

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Ride With Me (Part 6)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au


WARNINGS: swearing, angst and a little bit of fluff

*Bucky learns more of (Y/N)’s brother and an unforeseeable act causes everything to change.  

Part 6 is here people get excited and hold onto your butts! It’s all about to happen !!!!!

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Originally posted by livvy1800

The grey clouds covering the sky were almost representative of your mood. You sat on your armchair looking out of the window; you spent almost half your morning assuring Wanda that you would be fine on your own. The girl was worried about you that was obvious, you had to physically force her out the door when she offered that her mobile would be on and available to you if you needed anything. Your eyes flicked towards your chest of draws, flashes of the night before burned in your mind. Groaning you rubbed your temples, trying to will the headache away. But the soft thumping on your apartment door forced you to leave the security of your room. Pulling the door open you were wet with sheepish and concerned face of Bucky.

“Hey” he greeted.

“Hi” you folded your arms across your chest, making no move to invite him in.

“How are you?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Ok, yeah stupid question I know. Can I come in?” His eyes wandered over your shoulder.


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Comfort//A Carlos de Vil Imagine

Anon said: Disney descendants imagine (Carlos X reader) where the reader is the daughter of Captain Hook and goes with the squad to Auradon and she has a nightmare about her father hurting her and Carlos comforts her and they confess their love for each other and they fall asleep together then the next morning the rest of the group finds them. Sorry for the exact details 😁😂

Yessss fics where they fall asleep with each other are the cutest things

WARNING: Abuse flashbacks


“I can’t believe they shoved us all in the same room,” you complained as you got under your covers.

“Can’t have the naughty children sleeping in a room with the good children,” Mal said.


“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah Evie.”

“Tomorrow, can I borrow your leather trench coat?”

You snorted. “How many times have you asked if you could borrow that?”


“And how many times have I said yes?”

Evie sighed. “None.”

“So what’s the answer gonna be this time?”


No, Evie.”

She huffed. “Well then.”

You laughed. “Night guys.”

You lay in your bed and drifted off to sleep, but what greeted you in your dreams was terrible.

Smee!” your father roared. “Where is my daughter?”

The man pulled the red cap off of his head and began to wring it. “Sh-she hasn’t been seen since this morning sir.”

“You let her off the ship?!”

“Not on purpose sir, she snuck off.”

“We will discuss this in the morning. Get out of my sight.”

The small man squeaked and ran off. Hook leaned against the railing, waiting for you to come back. When you did, he lit a lantern.


You froze. Oh no. “Hey dad.”

“You aren’t allowed to leave this ship,” he growled.

“Yeah but-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I have to punish you.”

Your pulse quickened. “No, please, I promise I won’t do it again. I swear.”

“I don’t believe you,” he sneered. He pulled out a wicked looking dagger. “You’re part of my crew. And my crew needs to take their punishments.”

You grit your teeth and braced yourself for the pain. He grabbed your arm and pushed up your sleeve, pressing the tip of the knife against your bicep. “What did you do wrong?”

“I disobeyed a direct order.”

He cut your arm. “Something’s missing.”

You winced and tears stung your eyes. “I disobeyed a direct order, Captain.”

He made another cut, deeper this time. “That’s right. But how many times have you snuck out this week?”

“None sir, I swear.”

He cut your other arm. “Do not lie to me.”


He cut you four times, one for each time you snuck out. And then four more times for each time you lied to him. And then he hit you in the stomach and slapped you across the face.

“Go to your cabin. I don’t want to see you.”

You walked to your cabin, bloodied and beaten, determined not to let the tears fall.

You sat up, panting and soaked with sweat. It was only a dream. He wasn’t here. Your father wasn’t here. You were safe.

You found yourself unable to breathe. Throwing off your covers and tugging on your boots, you were out the door, pulling your coat on over your oversized t-shirt and sweats.

You got to the gardens as quickly as you could and collapsed on a bench and began to cry.


You looked up. “H-hi Carlos. What’re you doing here?”

“Dude had to pee.”

“Oh.” You looked at your calloused hands and watched as tears fell from your eyes onto your hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

You wiped your eyes. “um, nothing. Just nightmares.”

He sat next to you. “Your dad?”

You nodded. He sighed and pulled you into a hug. “He can’t get you here.”

“I know. But the nightmares come back anyway. God, I wish I had fought back. I’m so fucking weak.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your hand. “You are not weak. You are the strongest person I know. You survived years with him. You are so strong, and that’s one of the many, many reasons I love you.”

“You what?”

He sighed. “I was gonna wait to tell you, but now seemed like a good time. I’ve been in love with you since I met you, and I just…I want to kill Hook for what he’s done to you. No one deserves that.”

“I, um, wow.”

He looked at you nervously. He didn’t want to ask you to say something because he didn’t want to pressure you, but he wanted you to say something. Even if it was to say you didn’t love him back. He couldn’t take the silence.

You smiled an actual, genuine smile for the first time in what seemed like years. “I love you too,” you said.



He kissed you on the forehead. “Do you want to stay with me tonight?”

You nodded. “Yes please.”

He helped you up. “Jay’s out with the team for their away game, so he’s not here tonight.”

He led you back to their dorm.

He pulled off the covers and took your jacket off for you. His eyes fell on the scars on your shoulders and he gasped slightly. The coat fell from his hands and he gently grabbed you by the arm and spun you around, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

You pulled away from him and kissed him.

“What was that for?”

“For making me feel like someone cares about me.”

“Can I do it again?”

You nodded, smiling.

You broke apart and got into the bed. Carlos pulled you against him wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you close. “I love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you too.”

The next morning, the two of you were woken up when Mal slammed the door open. “Carlos, have you seen-”

She stared at the sight before her, slack jawed. “Evie!” she screamed. “I found her!”

Evie came running down the hall. “Oh. My. God. This is adorable.”

“What’s happening?” you said, sitting up, rubbing your eyes.

Carlos ran his hands through your hair. “They found us,” he mumble.

You groaned and buried your face in his chest. “But it was so nice and the bed is so warm,” you whined.

He kissed the top of your head. “I know, but we gotta get up.”

“Whyyyy,” you complained.

Evie snapped a picture of Carlos with his arms around you and your face resting on his shoulder. “Jay’s gonna love this,” she giggled.

“Send me that,” you said, your voice slightly muffled by Carlos.

“You got it. Mal, let’s go. We should leave them alone.”

Mal closed her mouth. “Right. Yes. Leave.” They both left and you and Carlos fell back on the bed.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“The answer to that question,” you said, curling up against him, “is always yes.”

And Suddenly I See You ~ Svance

Next stop on Pebble’s Svance train: Pure Fluff place.
Please have mouthwash to hand, this is tooth-rotting.
(Also I cannot write kisses I’m so sorry)
Apologies for bad formatting, I’ll get on it as soon as I can!


Thanks to life experiences, Lance could claim to be a lot of things. For example, he was easily the best dancer of the Voltron Force, and could eat any spice level that was given to him and thought of jalapeños as a light snack. He was excellent at dealing with kids, and could name most of the countries of the world alphabetically.

But dealing with the cold?
Now that was impossible.

Turns out that Norwegian tundras are incredibly cold, and bundling up in at least three of Sven’s thick winter coats can’t keep out said cold out. He was finding it hard to walk, even the few meters through the thick snow back to the Land Rover.
Sven was somehow walking beside him like nothing was wrong, chattering happily about the blizzards they sometimes get whilst somehow wearing a shirt and a single fleece-lined jacket, as oppose to the layers of insulating plastic that Lance was busy shivering under.
“Sven,” Lance cut him off, breathing heavily, “how do you even cope here?”
“I grew up here, didn’t it?” Sven replied with a chuckle, earning a pout from the paladin next to him. “You learn to deal with it, like how you can deal with your world’s Cuban heatwaves.”
“They’re not heatwaves,” Lance shot back, “just warmer temperatures.”
“Yes, and this is just light snowfall.”
The snow, as if on cue, began to fall heavier, fat flakes drifting and sticking in the wool of Lance’s beanie cap. Around their feet, the mounds of snow they were already trudging through were quietly building up; he could feel snow melt on his socks and in his shoes, and judging by Sven’s sudden grimace, he could as well.
Another gust of wind blew over the white plains, and Sven’s breath curled in front of his face in a smokey cloud.

Lance wasn’t going to admit he was looking at the flush of his cheeks as the wind changed direction, or the way the grey light from the sky lit up his cheekbones in a very particular manner.

“We should be getting back,” Sven eventually mused, hopefully not noticing Lance’s sigh of relief, “if the snow builds up much more, we might not be able to drive back.”
“So what if we’re stuck in the car, all night?” Lance asked coyly.
“Then we’d run out of petrol for the heating by about midnight and freeze until the morning or someone manages to rescue us,” Sven replied, smirking at the fall of Lance’s face, “all in good time, Sharpshooter, don’t rush it.”
“This better be a quiznaking nice cabin you booked,” Lance grumbled, the snow squelching under his boots.
Pulling some car keys out of a trouser pocket, Sven clicked his tongue and ran the small distance remaining to the car. “You can be the first judge.”

Lance’s grumbling continued until the duo were safely in the car, forcing Sven to crank the heating up until it hit one that Lance considered a more sensible temperature and Sven considered way too hot, but wasn’t going to debate.
“So where were all the elks or whatever then?” Lance asked, pressing his nose against the window in an attempt to see through the increasing snowfall.
“You’ll see them tomorrow, don’t worry,” Sven said with a patient smile, “I have a friend who runs a nature reserve, there’s lots of elks to observe there.”
Lance turned round suddenly. “You have a friend who owns an entire nature reserve? How many pies do you have your fingers in?”
“I’m a well-known space explorer here, I can call in a lot of favours,” Sven responded, “like how this cabin isn’t technically on the market, but I knew the owners, so…”
He trailed off, laughing slightly at Lance’s awed face. “What’s this cabin like, then?”
“You’ll see.”
Lance pouted and leant back in the chair, folding his arms. “You keep saying that.”
“And you need to learn to wait for things,” Sven snarked, “you’re very impatient for a member of a team who actively takes out Galrans using endurance hunting.”
Lance narrowed his eyes. “And you’re, uh…” he trailed off, Sven humming playfully at Lance’s inability to create a comeback, “you’re annoying!”
“Whatever you say, my love, whatever you say.”
Lance huffed, turning back to the window. “The snow’s easing off now,” he said absentmindedly, as the windscreen wipers slowed down to a much more regular rate.
“Just in time, we’re almost there.”


“God, Sven, this place is amazing!”

The cabin was, without a doubt, the most luxurious place Lance had ever been in. The living room was the length of the cabin itself, all oak panels and floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a lovely view of the snow-doused plains and forests, and was furnished with plush sofas, minimalist wall hangings, and the biggest fireplace Lance had ever seen in his life. The kitchen was compact but high-tech, and was stocked with all kinds of interesting looking food that he hoped Sven knew what he was doing with, and down the hallway was the bedroom, containing a heavenly looking bed.
There was only one bedroom.
Lance’s heart may or may not have skipped a beat.

“That good, eh?” Sven confirmed, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on a pair of faux antlers near the doorway.
Lance hummed an affirmative, collapsing on the sofa nearest the window and lazily undoing the zips to his many coats. “Can I just stay here forever?”
“Well, if your definition of forever is seven days, then by all means, yes.”
“You know what I mean,” he replied, poking his tongue out to the other man, who laughed and pulled his coats out from underneath him.
“How does hot cocoa sound to you?” Sven called once Lance’s coats were hung up.
“Sounds fantastic.”
“Then get up off your arse and help me then.”
A beat.
“On second thoughts I can survive without.”
“Alright, I’m coming!” He replied with a laugh, pushing himself off the sofa, “but if you’re one of these weird people who eats the powder straight out the tub, I’m teaching myself to drive and going back to the ship.”
Once he was in the kitchen, Sven shot him a smile and tossed him a block of chocolate. “Who said we were using powder?”
“Marry me.”

The cocoa was eventually made, but only after Lance decided to try and eat half of it, sneaking cubes away when he thought Sven wasn’t looking.
“Hey, Lance, look at me?”
“What’s up-”
That was when he felt Sven’s lips softly crash onto his, squeaking in surprise before melting into the kiss. His eyes fluttered shut as Sven tilted his head, pushing into it, and-
Sven pulled away, smirking widely.
“So it was you that was stealing the chocolate,” he said, turning back to the pot of hot milk on the stove, “don’t try to evade your guilt.”
“That’s-” he stalled, still somewhat comprehending what happened, “that’s cheating!”
“You would have denied it if I asked,” Sven sing-songed back, finally tipping the hot liquid into two mugs, “I’ll go set the fire up, come in when you’re ready.”

The hot cocoa really was good, and Lance plonked himself next to Sven on the sofa in front of a roaring fire. “Dude, this is incredible,”
“You like it?” He asked, stretching an arm around Lance’s shoulders, who in turn took that as an invite to snuggle into his side and rest his head on Sven’s shoulders.
“I love it.”
“That’s good.” He took a long sip of the cocoa and pressed a kiss into the top of Lance’s head. “I was worried I had gone a little, uh, over the top.”
Lance looked up at him, confused. “How?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure if it was all a bit-” he gestured to the rooms decor- “too much.”
“Sven, babe.” Lance put a hand on his cheek, and moved his head so he was looking at the smaller paladin. “I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be right now.”
“And your team-”
“Can survive without me for a week.”
Sven hummed in reply, reaching down to press a proper, tender kiss into Lance’s lips. He tasted like the cocoa, all sweet and milky, and Lance gently pushed back into it, sliding his mouth open to deepen it. Their heads tilted slightly, and Sven placed his mug on the table sloppily to place his now free hand on Lance’s jaw.
“I’m sorry,” Sven eventually said, pulling back with a pant, “I should control myself.”
Lance gave a breathless laugh. “Babe, I honestly couldn’t care. That-” he stopped to catch his breath- “that was great.”
Sven hummed again, leaning in for another quick kiss before sneaking a sip of the now lukewarm cocoa. “Are you hungry?”
“For you? All the time, babe,” flirted Lance, snapping his fingers into a gun-shape and pressing it into Sven’s cheek.
“For food, Casanova.”
“Oh yeah, sure.”


Sven certainly knew what he was doing with the food.
Lance had wandered into the kitchen after getting his breath back to see his standing over a large pot of something that smelled fantastic, and Sven was beckoning him over to help.
“Cutlery is in the first drawer on the left, and plates are up here,” he instructed, pointing to a cabinet by his head without ever taking his eyes off the pot.
Throwing an arm around his waist, Lance leaned in to look into the pot. “This smells amazing.”
Sven sent him a genuine smile, reciprocating the hug around his shoulders. “It’s my mother’s recipe, I hope you enjoy it.”
“Compared to the food goo I’ve been living on for the past year or so, it’s gonna’ be the best thing ever.”

It really was. Lance decided that, if he had to eat one thing for the rest of his life, it would be that. The lamb practically fell off the bone, and the cabbage was sweet, rather than the slightly slimy variant that his dad used to try and make. To top it off, he’d never seen Sven look quite so genuinely pleased as he did when Lance tried to groan his appreciation around a mouthful of food.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he later murmured into Lance’s hair as he passed behind to put some washed plates back away, “I was worried it wasn’t going to be up to your tastes.”
Stifling a laugh, Lance spun on the ball of his foot and wrapped his arms around Sven’s neck, grinning up at him. “Dude, you literally could have given me plain pasta and I would have thanked you.”
Lance nodded. “It’s not food goo.”
“I don’t know what this food goo tastes like,” Sven mused, sliding arms around Lance’s waist, “but you’re making it out to be something I should never try.”
“Ugh, for good reason.” Lance’s face pressed into Sven’s chest and he groaned. “It tastes of nothing! Absolutely nothing! And has the texture of literal mush!”
Lance scowled at Sven’s continued snickering. “Did you never have to put up with the goo?”
“Nope,” he replied through laughs, “we got monthly supply deliveries containing actual food, although most of it was dehydrated.”
Lance moaned again. “I would have actually died for dehydrated food sometimes.”
“Tsuyoshi couldn’t survive without actual food, so blame him rather than me.”
“Neither can Hunk, but we don’t really get a choice, y'know?”

Lance yawned suddenly, jaw snapping open and ears popping with a crack.
“Is someone tired?” Sven taunted whilst Lance shot him another scowl.
“No, it’s just been a long day.”
“Then why don’t we just go to bed, then we can start tomorrow early.”
He had hardly finished his sentence before he felt Sven’s arms move from his waist, and a hand around the backs of his knees. Next thing he knew, his feet weren’t touching the floor at all, and Sven was holding him horizontally with one arm under his knees and the other supporting his back.
“Are you comfortable, my Prince?”
Once Lance had gotten over his shock, he tossed an arm over Sven’s neck and pulled him down for a short kiss. “I can’t believe my knight in shining armour was here all along.”


Later, Lance was cocooned in duvet and Sven had happily pulled him into his arms, taking their legs together and tucking Lance’s head under his chin. The pale light from the moon that filtered through the snow clouds made the window glow, casting soft shadows in the room and giving everything a silvery lining, and the residual warmth from the fires kept the room pleasantly warm despite the thick duvet.
“So, tell me,” Lance whispered, voice muffled and scratchy from rest, “what’s the difference between elks and moose, just so I know for tomorrow?”
Sven hummed in thought for a moment, causing Lance to squirm slightly in his arms and his breath ghosted his ear. “It’s all in the name, my love,” he stated simply, “what is a moose to you is an elk to me.”
Huffing, Lance rolled over, careful not to crush Sven’s arms as he buried himself further into the larger man’s chest. “Why is there even a difference in the first place?”
“Because you Americans are a strange, strange people.”
“And yet, I’m not even American,” Lance shot back, pressing a soft kiss into his collarbone with a smirk. He felt a hand mingle in his hair, working gentle circles into his nape and neck. Sven’s general presence was nearly overpowering, but perfect all the same; all Lance could smell was his musky body wash, and the faint scent of the cocoa they’d had earlier that day, and all he could feel was Sven’s arms around him and the hand in his hair whilst the other held him tight around the middle.
“G'night, Babe.”
“Sleep well, my Lance.”

He dipped off to sleep, replaying the lilting voice of the man next to him in his head.


This was an apology for everyone I hurt with my last fic, and as per, my AO3 link is in my bio!
Thank you!

Originally posted by sheldony

Prompt:  aaaahhh, ur stories are the best! could you write one where the reader has a crush on bones, but becuz the reader is underage they won’t do anything about and Chekov just loves teasing them about it???
Word Count: 1354
Warnings: Drinking, getting hit accidentally, bad flirting
Author’s Note: Part 1!

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This was just meant to be a sweet little piece of fluff and it turned into a GREAT BIG CHUNK OF FLUFF because I couldn’t help myself. Also, all quotes from The Princess Bride are written by William Goldman and do thusly belong to him.

The Doctor was angry. Very angry. Not at you, but just at… the situation. You were sick, you see. If you had developed cancer, he would have been able to cure you. If you had contracted some rare tropical disease, he would have had that covered, too. Broken bones, muscle damage, third-degree burns, paper cut? He would have had everything under control in no time at all. You wouldn’t even have had time to realize that you were in pain. But you didn’t have any of those things.

You had the flu. A silly strain of simple, stupid, human flu. And there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.

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