wake boots



Identity/Power Swap |  A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Credence is a young aristocrat, and Graves becomes his personal valet.

- Don’t you like to play love games, Mr. Graves? Careful, pick the wrong era and I will be the one in charge.

anonymous asked:

Imagine if Eggsy was some other agent's candidate, and not Harry's, thus making it so that Harry and Eggsy never had that talk in the Black Prince. They never met after Harry left Eggsy with a damn medal, but without a father. Maybe Eggsy gets spotted as a good candidate before Michelle calls and begs him to come home. And so the first time Harry and Eggsy meet is on almost equal terms and... what if Eggsy learns of Harry's involvement in his father's death when they're on a mission together?

This got long, so I apologize. I fudged with the timeline regarding the Marines and all that because, blergh. I don’t feel like putting it up on Ao3 at the moment but if there’s enough want of it, I will.


Lancelot warns him, he’s a bit impersonal, complete with a knowing look and a tip of her chin.

He expects that same indifferent politeness, the scrutinizing looks, the obliging considerations.

He’s met with a man wearing a suit made for him that doesn’t quite fit, neatly parted hair and a patch over his left eye.

Eggsy had read the file on him: Agent Galahad. Twenty-seven years of service as a Kingsman agent, proficient in armed combat and firearms, specialized in interrogation and expert at what Bors referred to, with a sneer, as the bang and burn. An impressive kill count in the unimaginable thousands. Old archive footage catalogued and organized for easy reference, used as training videos, both example and warning.

Eggsy knew everything there is to know about Harry Hart.

Status: deceased. Place of death: Kentucky. Cause of death: bullet to the head, clean shot, instant.

Now, back from the dead.

“Galahad,” Eggsy greets him. He holds out his hand as easily as he speaks this received pronunciation.

“Former, actually,” Harry replies, taking Eggsy’s offered hand.

The smile Harry gives him, though: sudden, warm, slightly crooked in a disarming way.

Eggsy wonders if Lancelot should have warned him about that.

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My Thoughts Exactly ; Logan Howlett

Summary: A silently growing attraction between Logan and (y/n) goes south when the rest of the team picks up on it.

Characters: Logan x reader, Charles Xavier, Storm, Scott  

Warnings: Cussing (come on, he’s logan), kissing, loads of sexual tension.

* let’s play spot the “Logan” reference *

There wasn’t much anyone could dream of getting him to do on his own, and in more than half of the cases he would end up getting bribed. Among these was the complete unwillingness to do anything involving Scott (but of course that was a given), and in turn, the complete willingness to do anything involving (y/n). Like an unspoken oath, he’d flock to her side without the slightest hesitation. It of course went both ways. They’d gone from bitter acquaintances to the most functional pair of partners to ever work together in Xmen history. Charles was naturally the first to pick up on it one night in the dining hall. Minding his business at the head of the table, scraping around his chicken tortilla soup, Charles caught sight of (y/n) as she made her way into the space.

“Evening, (y/n).” He said with a smirk already on his face.

As if on cue, Charles watched as an explosion of fireworks went off in Logan’s head. His lips parted as his palms got clammy, and his eyes grew so wide so fast Scott wondered whether or not he was gonna pass out. Those sitting around them at the other end of the table all exchanged looks among themselves and with Charles, watching Logan bloom like a goddamned flower in springtime.

“Hi everyone,” she smiled, taking her seat and draping her napkin over her lap, Logan still eyeing her like she was the last piece of cherry pie.

Just before she was ready to eat, she shot a smooth smile in Logan’s direction who was opposite of her. He quickly pulled his eyes away and glued them onto his untouched meal. The others at the table continued to exchange smirks and jumping brows in silence before a conversation arose. Throughout the length of this conversation that traversed around them, energy stayed fluctuating between Logan and his (y/n). Whether it be a simple glance or a smirk or a subtle movement beneath the table, they were making it more and more difficult for the other to focus on their dinner. Every time they caught sight of the other their knees got weaker and weaker and the temperature of the room increased by at least three degrees. Logan looked up from his plate, flashed his eyes like they were lasers just to return them to his steak.

Don’t fucking tease me. She thought, squeezing her fist in a vain attempt to be rid of some of the physical urges she was having.

Return the favor. Came the too familiar tone of the man himself whom was sitting and watching intently.

Charles, get out of my head. Not the time. She rolled her eyes, shooting an annoyed side eyed stare over at her professor.

Give him a taste of his own medicine. Charles smirked.

This isn’t a game, this is barely a conversation.

Look to your left.

Which she did and was greeted with all the eyes of her fellow team mates, all silently jabbing her on to listen to Charles and make something happen. (Y/n) rolled her eyes one last time, this time very violently, suddenly arriving at the realization she had been having a long hard day as it was and would rather be anywhere but where she was sitting.

“Excuse me,” She kicked out her chair and left the room in silence with Logan longing for her to stay, his eyes glued to her in dread as she disappeared beyond his view.

In her wordless rage there had been one thing that (y/n) hadn’t accounted for. Upon her leave, all Logan could think of was if it was something he had said or did ….blaming himself for chasing her out of his pleasureful view.

“Was it something I said?” Logan asked the table a few minutes after her exit.

“Logan you didn’t even talk to her.” Scott remarked earning a trademarked Logan glare.

“Perhaps she is tired,” Charles started, pausing to take in a spoonful of soup. “She’s not quite used to the entire weight of the world resting upon her shoulders quite yet, you know.”

“Maybe I should talk to her-”

“No,” Logan said, interrupting Aurora. Once he had heard the great tone his voice had taken, he cleared his throat and pushed out his chair. “I’ll go.”

Logan downed the last of his beer as the rest watched him in stunned silence. With a perfect posture he never wore and an adapted walk of determination, he left the room before the chatter started once more.

“Good work, Aurora.” Charles pointed his champagne glass at her. “I feel a change in the winds on this fine evening.”

(Y/n) made her way through the sleepy dorms and hallways, making sure her boots didn’t wake the youngsters up.

“Go to bed, Cherry.” (Y/n) ordered, passing a small redhead standing groggily by a door. (Y/n) patted her on the head without stopping.

She quietly climbed the stairs, passing Hanks room to which she was extraordinarily careful not to make even the tiniest noise. She stepped onto practical balcony on the upper east side of the school. It was elevated just enough to see past the treetops and not have to look at any far away buildings. The nighttime was the perfect place to sit and watch as the pines danced in the moonlight. What an amazing location to share with someone ….a very specific someone whom she had never had the chance to shared it with. She leaned over the railing, elbows propping her up, and let the wind take control of her hair, her locks swirling in the wind.

He seems quite distressed, my dear. I’m afraid you’ve upset him.

She groaned. Charles you gotta warn me when you do that it freaks me out!

Logan is laboring under the delusion that he has upset you.

He’s not the one that upset me.

Whatever the case may be, he has left us to find you.

Her head dropped into her hands, feeling the twinge of humiliation she wasn’t quite used to yet. It’s late ….he won’t even know where to look. But of course that wasn’t entirely true. Logan knew her well enough to know how special that balcony was to her. It was like an outlet and a safe place all rolled into one.

“You okay?” she heard the gruff, raspy voice travel in from behind her, where there he stood, leaning against the large door frame like a true romantic.

“You’re not why I left.” She said flatly over her shoulder.

“Sorta figured that bit out for myself. No idiot, (y/n).”

“I know, Logan.”

A few more seconds of silence and it was time for Logan to start closing in. When she heard his footsteps coming toward her she couldn’t decide whether to dread it or savor it, it was like every emotion she felt was a dead end and she kept turning back to try again. He mimicked her and leaned over the railing except he wasn’t facing the trees, he was facing her. She didn’t dare to return his stare or even acknowledge it. Logan struggled with whether or not she thought this was one of his moves. Maybe that was true, maybe he secretly wanted this small gesture to get him noticed and get him into the game, but all he cared about then was to just look at her. To watch the way she moved and breathed ….imagine what would be different the closer he got.

“They can be assholes.” Logan offered.

“Water is wet. Grass is green.”

He sighed, shifting to face the trees, eyes following.

“Something’s off lately. You’re distant, well, more than usual. I know you’re not gonna talk about it, that’s for sure. But I notice these things, you know.”

“Yeah.” She offered, still staring forward. “This team sure doesn’t miss anything, do they.”

“Huh?” His boots shifted on the tile.

(Y/n) sighed trying to get her hair out of her face. “No one in this school can keep their fucking noses out of other people’s business! It’s like they’re so bored out of their damn minds they get all their entertainment out of other people’s lives!”

“What exactly do they have trouble staying out of, here?” He asked, half expecting what he thought about 24/7.


Oh god she said it. Oh god now it was out in the open. What the fuck was gonna happen now?

He was looking at her like she had just confessed to a murder, wide eyes staring her down and making her knees wobble.

She inhaled, trying not to pass out. “Ya see, I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but I know there’s something. Right?”

Logan was so stunned he could barely talk. He had been so preoccupied in his feelings for her he hadn’t stopped to think about whether or not she knew about them. He opened his mouth but no words came out, his mind was at a stop sign and the light wasn’t flashing green.

“Uhm, w-who-what are you talking about? Us? Wasn’t aware there was an us ….at least not yet.”

“Well, yeah I mean I’ve known you for so long and ….this is the closest thing I’ve had to a possible us in a long time. But with Charles and the others ….their pestering is driving me insane. They want us together like it shouldn’t even be up to us.”

“I uh-” Logan cleared his throat and reached up to nervously scratch the back of his neck. “I can’t say I feel too differently about you …but I also can’t say that I agree with them.”

Her heart dropped down to the floor. She sought to conceal it and try to brush it off and convince herself that he was right. “Okay ….”

“It’s just with everything that’s going on lately and the known situation of our ever changing lives, starting something like that ….it won’t end well.”

“Right,” she shifted to look at her hands as they wrapped and unwrapped themselves around each other.

Logan was panicking seeing her face. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Yeah, I get it Logan.” She said quietly and turned to leave before she felt his hand wrap around her forearm. “What the fuck!”

“I’m not doing this to hurt you!” He shouted gruffly, in a voice that was so low it was barely a voice.

“Don’t yell at me! I don’t need this shit! Don’t treat me like you’re letting me down easy. I’m not stupid, I see the way you look at me.” She pulled her arms out from him, and fixed the sleeve on her leather jacket.

“I’m not bein’ charitable here, I’m tryna save your life.” He pleaded still shouting.

“Yes, because I’m not at all capable of taking care of myself. I know what I want, and I know for damn sure what you want. But you’re not gonna take it for yourself because you’re locked in your dumb ass temple of soldierly righteousness that it won’t let you see me for what I am; someone who is so fucking in love with you that they’d rather leave this place all together than not be with you.”

“Bad things happen to people I care about!”

She straightened her back and paused to try and keep the tears behind her eyes. But then, right before she turned around to leave, she said something in the softest yet fiercest voice she had ever heard. “Then I’ll be fine.”

Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, with so much force and determination, Logan took four steps forward and swung her around by her arm, landing her right into him. He kissed her, and damn did he kiss her well. The fire in her chest withered away as she sunk into him, feeling his hand come up the back of her neck, the other still latched onto her arm which were on his chest. Neither of them wanted it to stop, wishing they could stay like that for the rest of their lives. When she finally pulled away they weren’t sure how long it had been. His lips trailed after hers as her arms came up around his neck.

“So you do love me.” She said softly.

“Yeah ….” He nodded slowly, his face was complete with a big set of puppy eyes trailing all over her features and a smile that was so god damn soft and sweet she couldn’t help but kiss him again.

This time she lunged into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was up against the door frame in a matter of seconds. His jacket had gone past his shoulders and was already on the tile.

“They’re all gonna wanna know.” (Y/n) pulled away.

“I wished I cared.” She laughed as he backed her into the wall, his hands arching her back as he buried his lips in her neck.

“About damn time, Howlett!” She smiled from ear to ear. He was doing the same thing back to her, oh how she loved the way he smiled up close. “Can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Not as long as I have.”



They’re not what Zevran was expecting.

The plan isn’t ruined, per se, but he was rather counting on them to be slightly less suspicious. Grey Wardens are heroes of legend, and people routinely called heroes are supposed to be giving and trusting. This lot clearly isn’t. The elf - Dalish, if he’s seeing correctly - and Qunari are just short of openly disdainful, trading eyerolls when they think no one can see. At least, he clearly sees the elf roll her eyes; the Qunari is on the far side and perhaps more mannerly than Zevran gives him credit for.

Perhaps only the human is a Grey Warden then. He certainly seems eager to assist the woman Zevran’s hired. His information is scare and outdated; it’s entirely possible the others could be tagalongs. That would be more fitting. Champions sometimes amass a following, and outlaw heroes have their own appeal. And if the Grey Warden is this blindly trusting, well, he certainly needs them.

That rather complicates things for him though. The two suspicious ones are scanning the horizon, shoulders tight, clearly expecting something. The massive dog - and Zevran’s not sure if he’s a Grey Warden or not, this being Ferelden - is scenting the air. They’re not going to make it to the wagon.

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anonymous asked:

I love the new update, not because the new champion or the fixes but because Ash now says 'f*ckers' instead of muppets (even to is censored lol) ... but now I wante them to let Kinnesa say f*ck instead of 'frag'

What? WHAT? Naaaaaaah. Nope. Nah.

I’ve seen a lot of unbelievable stories while running this blog, but this is by far the most out-there yet. I’ve gotta check this myself.

me: *Boots Paladins up*

me: *Plays like normal*

me: *Has a good time*

me: *Goes to sleep*

me: *Wakes up*

me: *Boots computer up*

me: Oh shoot right. The Ash thing.

me: *Boots Paladins up again*  

me: *Picks Ash immediately because no one instalocks tanks*

Ash: I’m leading this vanguard you f*uckers


-Yui 🐦

mermaid!percabeth au where percy is a deep ocean mermaid and annabeth is an explorer with white scars running down her arms and eyes that reflect the storms

To Imagine the Sun - Dorian/Bull - M - 6500 words

And last but not least: my fic for @elthadriel​! 

An assault on a Venatori base turns more complicated than expected, and Dorian and Bull, separated from the group and with Dorian in no position to fight, have to try and hold out until help arrives.

A take on a couple of my perennial favourites: trapped together in an enclosed space & love confessions in the middle of a crisis. A bit of hurt/comfort for you all.

To Imagine the Sun

“Fuck,” Dorian says. “Shitting fuck. Vishante kaffas.”

His nails dig into the Bull’s glove over the wrist. Always on the Bull’s blind side, pretending it’s chance.

He’ll gouge the damn leather. He always does like to make a mark.

“Spending too much time with Sera,” the Bull says.


Breathless. They stumble. Dorian’s shoulder glances off the rough stone wall with a heavy noise, his breath hissing out through his teeth. Down the stairs, headlong, so that the torches flicker and sputter in their wake. The Bull’s boot slips alarmingly on the foot-polished rounded edge of the third to last one, and for a dizzy moment he can see himself falling, feels it, the lurch of his gut—but there’s Dorian, Dorian, a counterweight behind him although it must wrench his damn arm, and then they’re down—clear? Big fortress, this place; not all that many Venatori camped out in it. Enough to fuck them over, apparently. Not too many to hide from while they get their shit together.

Remnants, hiding secrets. Dorian had it from Mae who had it from fuck knows where, and the whole thing made both of them angry, sharply worded letters across Thedas. Magic and fear. So here they are—

No footfalls on the steps behind them.


Alone. The room they’ve stumbled in is silent and dusty, red hangings made dull by inattention, furniture matt and dry without servants to polish it. A part of a bedroom suite, maybe: a great chest for clothes or blankets, lid thrown back, empty, taking up half the back wall. Two storage cabinets, similarly massive.

“Where the crap did the others go?” the Bull asks, urgent, turning to Dorian—but it’s Dorian whose balance goes now, a slow sagging, his face set into the expressionless mask of hidden pain.

The Bull who catches him.

He’s looking kind of grey. Red on the forearm, a long slash torn right through the leather, the strapping hanging loose. Not deep. Not bleeding much.

A sick suspicion uncurls in the back of the Bull’s mind.

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pigwidgexn  asked:

Hello, I really love your blog 😊 29 and 49 from the promps list with Hermione X fem!reader please? 💚

Aw; thank you so much! Here you go! 

29: “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” 

Hogsmeade was honestly great. You had always enjoyed it to go with some friends. But the last two times, it had been you, Hermione and a close friend of yours. This time, it was only Hermione. 

You were nervous, you wanted the throw-up. You wondered why you felt like this. You met Hermione right outside Hogwarts. You saw her face light up when she broke into a smile. 

“I was wondering if you’d come.” She smiled. 

“I’m sorry, I took a little longer than normal without noticing.” You smiled. 

The way to Hogsmeade was familiar and the cold weather calmed you down. Being this close to Hermione did make your stomach flutter. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. 

The day was spent laughing and genuinely having fun with one another. When it started snowing, Hermione dragged you into ‘The Three Broomsticks’ for a Butterbeer. 

“No! I’m telling you, she was walking around in her underwear.” You said as Hermione laughed. 

“How do you even know that?” She managed to breathe out. 

“I was walking around.” You shrugged. 

“At night?” 

“I’m kind of bad ass, you know.” 

Hermione smiled. “Sure you are.” And took a sip of her drink. You smiled and leaned closer to her. 

“You have something on your nose.” She wiped all over her nose. 


“You just managed to miss the spot.” You smiled and wiped her nose with a smile. “There, better.” She blushed, and you did too. You want to move back a little, because the butterflies were too much. But Hermione stopped you. 

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” She whispered. You realized you did. You realized you wanted to hold her, you wanted to feel her smile. So you nodded. And you both leaned in. 

When your lips touched, you swore you felt all the butterflies explode and multiplying. The feeling of her soft lips on yours, and the feeling of your hands in her hair, were too much. You could just faint right there. 

When you both parted, you were trying to catch your breath. You smiled at her and were glad you choose a spot that was more private. 

“Wow.” You smiled. 

“Wow indeed.” She blushed. You placed your hand on hers. She smiled and took your hand in her hand. This was only the beginning. 

49: “I’m too sober for this.” 

You had always been different. Hermione was a good student, she got good grades and loved logical thinking. You, on the other hand, loved daydreaming, having spontaneous adventures and loving life to the fullest. 

When you started dating her, there were a lot of rumors, no one believed it was love. You never minded, you stayed high on your little cloud. Hermione did, because why would they even doubt the young love? 

You always reassured her everything was fine, until she believed you. 

These things never changed. You were the one that could calm her down. She was the one that made you think straight. Opposites attract. It was true. 

However, dating you was always an adventure on its own. Even though you two lived together, you still managed to surprise her. 

“Hermione?” You whispered as you put on your boots. “Wake up.” 

She hummed in response and turned towards you. “Why do you have clothes on?” 

“We’re going out.” You stated. This woke her up. 

“It’s after midnight.” 

You shrugged. “So what? Be downstairs in ten.” You smiled and gave her a wink. She shook her head and debated if she loved you enough to do this. 

The two of you found yourselves in a small diner that was open 24/7. You ordered a cake for the both of you. 

“Do we have something to celebrate?” Hermione asked. 

“Nope, but I think you’ll need this.” 

“What for?” She was growning suspicious, seeing as last time you took her for an adventure you almost broke into sea world. 

“Remember the lake?” You asked with a smile. “The lake not too far from here.” You clarified. 

“I know what you mean.” 

“We’re going in.” The startled look on her face was priceless. 

“No way! Y/n, we’re not going.” She ran a hand through her hair. “Besides, I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” 

“I know. We’re going skinny dipping.” The smirk on your face told her you wouldn’t budge. “Don’t look like that. It’s nothing I’ve never seen before.” 

You were pleasantly surprised when she came with you without much of a fight. 

“Let’s do it!” You said as you started stripping out of your clothes. 

“I’m too sober for this.” Hermione muttered under her breath, shaking her head. 

“No time for a drink.” You were already in the water. “Come on! It isn’t that cold!” 

“I know you’re lying!” She called back. You didn’t deny it, because it was really cold. 

Joltik’s Worst Asagao AU Yet

It starts like the Hidden Block route. Hana befriends all of them and they happily offer to let her join them. Hana says no and harshly says that they’re weird and would just make her life worse by association. This devastates them all, who had started to really like Hana. And, her insistence on joining Normal Boots scares them. Normal Boots are their friends! They can’t let their friends have such an awful person among their ranks!

But, when Jeff tries to warn PBG, tearfully telling him what Hana said to them all, PBG quickly dismisses him. “Hana would never say that!”, he insists. And when Jeff keeps pushing it, his tone turns cold. PBG tells Jeff to stop spreading lies about Hana if he wants to still be his friend.

They try to warn Jared during DnD as well, and he seems a bit more open to the idea, but after that night, he doesn’t show up to any more meetings. He claims it’s because he doesn’t want to risk being seen, but they’re sure Hana’s the real reason.

Their smiles are all gone. They can’t see a way to settle this civilly, so they have to sabotage Hana to make sure their friends won’t be harmed by her like they were. They do everything they can think of to make her look bad to Normal Boots. Wallid and Jimmy procure a counterfeit Princess Pumpernickel to “give” to Hana to make her look worse to Jirard. Luke writes anonymous notes to leave on her door telling her how awful she is and vaguely threatening her if she keeps trying to get into Normal Boots. Caddy even steals the golden Boots and frames Hana for it.

But, Hana only uses this to further hurt Hidden Block. “No real friends of Normal Boots would hurt them like that!”, she insists. “And if you don’t want everyone to find out what you really are, you’d better drop out of the tournament.”

By the time the tournament rolls around, Ian’s the only one Hana’s not forced out of it, and only because Hana wants to play the hero for Normal Boots. But, during the match, Ian can’t help but start telling her all she’s done, letting out all the hurt she’s caused them all. He tearfully tells her she’s turned his family into a nervous wreck. And for what, some stupid tournament? Popularity? They were nothing but nice to her until she decided to turn on them and turn their friends against them!

This gets through to Hana. She realizes what she’s become. She’s not the Protagonist anymore, she’s the Villain. So, she lays down her controller and begs Ian to take her down. To take her place as the hero and destroy the villain she’s become.

Ian isn’t sure what happened, but he wakes up in a hospital a little while later with his hair dyed pink and no memory of what happened, just a strange dream of a girl crying and telling him to take care while tying a red ribbon around his wrist before being swallowed up by a gaping void.

All of Hidden Block is there to greet him when he wakes and Normal Boots comes in a few at a time. They explain the tournament was called off after Ian passed out, and they decided to hold it another time to make things fair. Ian isn’t sure why, but it warms his heart to see them all there for him, together.

[ Happy Holidays!

As Christmas Eve is upon us (and Hanukkah starts tomorrow!), I hope that all of you will have happy and safe holidays, and if you do not celebrate, I still hope you’re having a good time and are healthy! 

Ludwig is dressed up as the Christkind**, Gilbert as 19th century Santa Claus*!

For the occasion I thought I might share some information with you about German Chirstmas! 

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