You jumped and spun around at the quiet sound of footsteps behind you, drawing your gun as a reflex but immediately lowering it when you saw who the muzzle was trained on.
“Cas,” you said, a little out of breath and with bounding heart. You hoped he didn’t see how your hands were shaking. “What are you–why are you awake?”
The angel smiled at you, though he could sense your distress. You were new to the bunker and new to Sam and Dean–new to him. “Angels don’t sleep. But I could ask you the same thing,” he said, striding smoothly over to stand across the coffee table from you.
You wiped a clammy hand across your forehead and did your best to slow your heart rate. “Uhh,” you set your pistol down on the side table. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Cas’s eyes narrowed as he studied your expression. “Are you alright?”
You nodded at first but with a wince changed it to shaking your head. “Sometimes I have anxiety and it keeps me awake. It’s like it’s impossible to stop my mind from spinning.” You averted your eyes down to your hands which were fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt. “I know it’s silly–Sam and Dean have so much more to deal with and I’m sitting here like–”
“It’s not silly,” Cas said earnestly. “I’ll sit with you, if you’d like.”
Your eyes lifted and met his strikingly blue ones. “I’d–I’d appreciate it. Sometimes just not being alone helps.”
He sat down across from you, his tie falling a little crookedly to the side. “Then I’ll stay. For as long as you want me to.”
Um.. 👀 does that response on jeemyjamz's instaedit post mean that you're writing the fic version??? Please tell me it's so
lmao yep that’s what it means!
i’m finishing up heart rise first and foremost, and then hopefully the winged beast/little bells if the muse is kind to me, but i spoke to @jeemyjamz today and this is officially my next big multi-chapter fic. i’m very excited about it!!!
i was trying my best not to think ahead of myself, but sometimes it’s inevitable. and my previous idea for my next fic was feeling a bit repetitive for me, so role reversal is something i’m super eager to explore. :)
fhdjk you don't have to post this but same same same to all of ur tags. it gets so tiring sometimes and like if we're feeling this way just as fans, imagine how much it must suck to be bts, working their asses off to create something and being happy and proud of it, releasing it for people who say they like what you make only to see it rejected immediately. i know ppl have their opinions and i don't want ppl to stop expressing them, but man. there are kinder, more considerate ways to do so.
last anon again but also like if people think THIS is a crazy switch up for bangtan, i can’t imagine what their reaction would’ve been if they’d been fans before/when I Need U came out. i vividly remember some fans being so mad about HYYH, lord.
I couldn’t agree more! that’s also a good point you make about hyyh being different from their older stuff prior to INU. I got into bts during the hyyh era so I can’t say much about how big that change must have been for fans at the time but, as a fan now listening back on their older stuff, you can definitely hear a significant change from, say, skool luv affair when compared to now (although it feels like hardly anyone talks about their songs prior hyyh :/). groups are allowed to change their sound. I don’t think bts would be very happy if they were still making the same music as they did during their debut four years ago. they were practically babies then and now that they’ve matured, they’re maturing their sound as well to music that they like
Alright guys, let’s talk fae (the Celtic version).
There’s a terribly common misconception of what fae/fairy (and pixies) really means. On screen and sometimes even in books fairies are mistakenly shown to be those little winged creatures described as mischievous if not evil. That’s false. Those are actually pixies. The actual Fae (faerie, later fairy) are the mysterious nature spirits possessing magical powers, who look human-like but can also temporarily take up various smaller sizes upon choice.
But where do the Fae start? From the myths and folklore of the ancient Celts. The gods and goddesses of the Celts were many in number, and many unknown, but they were regarded with reverence, as having power and purpose, with various functions in the natural world. These gods were the Tuatha de Dannan, the people of Danu.
But with the arrival of Christianity, this changed, like most Celtic (and other non-Celtic) concepts. They were altered in meaning. Gods and deities of the old pagan ways were demoted to “fairy folk”, to heroes and remorseful warriors that change their faith, to lessen their power. Their pedestal of godhood and aura of mystery was strategically erased. They became enchanters, sorcerers, which obviously had evil connotations in Christian perception. In Daemonologie, King James associated fairies with demonic entities. Eventually even this imagery of the magical enchanters was further demoted to what is now most commonly known as that of the pixies: in other words, something small, harmless, powerless, a troublesome spirit that nobody cares to bother with anymore.
So in this sense, fae/faerie/faery refers to the ancient idea of what they stood for, the original one (gods, Tuatha de Dannan, powerful magical spirits); whereas fairy is the more modern one mistaken for pixies (small, harmless, mischievous).
Took me a couple days but it’s time.
To anyone who watched Cville from a far, I want to remind you of something.
What that coward did plowing into a crowd of people from the safety of his car and then retreating to safety was not only an act of cowardice but an act of desperation. With 95% of news reports focusing on the attack, there has been very little coverage of how the rest of the day went for the Nazis, so consider this a PSA.
Make no mistake, Charlottesville was an unconditional defeat for the Nazis and the Fash. The day started out with hundreds of Nazis occupying Emancipation Park fully outfitted in makeshift riot gear and surrounded by a contingent of right wing militia in full battle rattle. It ended with 700+ antifascist protestors marching on the final 70 Nazis that were stupid enough to not leave the city. Antifascist demonstrators, outnumbered close to 4 to 1, literally fought an uphill battle through a single choke point against an army of assholes with shields, clubs, and a seemingly endless supply of OC spray with little more than our fists and our flags. The Nazis said they were going to hold Emancipation park and we choked them with their words. Within an hour, the park belonged to Charlottesville again, and the Fash were on the run in all directions. On multiple occasions I saw groups of maybe 5 or 6 protestors chasing off groups of Nazis five to eight times their size.
Festivities began at probably around 930 or 10 and by 1130, the entirety of downtown Cville belonged to Charlottesville, thanks to all of the various groups and individuals that came out to defend it. Once victory in the park was assured and the Nazis completed their general retreat, packed into their church vans and got the fuck out of dodge, all of the Cville defenders regrouped, rehydrated, and answered a call to defend a small group of protestors from approximately 70 Fash that were harassing them. We stepped off by the hundreds and marched with impunity through downtown with cheering from the sidewalks and the cars. About a block away from where the attack occurred, the bloc with which I was a part of converged with another contingent of antifascist protestors, bringing our total number to AT LEAST 700 (I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it were closer to 1,000).
That’s when the Nazis pulled out their Trump card to try to win the day. This cowardly piece of shit who’s name doesn’t even deserve being written couldn’t cope with the fact that his little group of friends had fucking lost. They came out expecting Berkeley 2 and left in bandages and shame. When the left suffers a defeat, we sit with it, accept it, and learn from it, but these assholes can’t accept that their shitty ‘master race’ is one of utter inferiority and resort to attacking innocent people from the safety of 4,000 pounds of metal.
And even in such a moment of horror, we came out on top. Faced with a situation that none of us expected, street medics and medically trained protestors responded in seconds by the dozens. The following hours long minutes were filled with the greatest acts of compassion for comrades that I have ever witnessed. Medics stayed cool, calm, and collected while providing life saving interventions and preparing accurate and complete patient assessments. By the time EMS arrived, early interventions were mostly complete, and prepared assessments were given allowing triage to be completed accurately but with haste, so that EMS could immediately begin evacing and transporting patients to higher care. It’s a devastating shame that our comrade and fellow worker Heather Heyer had to give the ultimate sacrifice for a cause in which they believed, but I have no doubt that if it weren’t for the actions of the first responders, there would have been several others that would suffer the same fate.
So with that, I would like to conclude this poorly thought out piece of writing with this: Consider the victims of Saturday’s attack. They weren’t a small isolated group of protestors, nor were they in the middle or rear ranks of the bloc marching to the final showdown of the day. They were in the very front. Our comrades were going to be the first to tell the final Nazis that their bullshit isn’t going to stand; not in Cville, not on the East Coast, not in America, and not on the entire fucking planet. Every single one of them is a hero of the highest degree, and don’t fucking forget that. From here on out, we each need to strive to be where they were, to be the tip of the spear against the rise of fascism in this country. So next time you here of a gathering of fascists, be it five or five-hundred, show up. Show up for yourself, show up for all victims of fascism past, present, and future, and show up for Heather Heyer and all our comrades at the front who risked life and limb for our cause and the greater good.
Prior to Saturday, prominent neonazi Richard Spencer said that Charlottesville was going to be a turning point; that “people are going to speak in terms of 'before Charlottesville’ and 'after Charlottesville’”. Let’s show him exactly what that means.
i really want a novella or basically anything about azriel i want to know more about him his past about his skills i want to see the shadowsinger in action i want to see how he uses his shadows to spy i just want more of him give me a little insight on how he thinks how he lives his everyday life i want to see what exactly goes through his beautiful mind i want more azriel
A/N: I was actually really happy with how this one turned out. I hope you guys like it xxx Request: Yes! What about about something with Harry and the daughter of Meg and Hercules? Idk with that wit I feel like they would be a good pair ya know! Words: 3700 (Holy shit this was a lot longer than planned) Warnings: Swearing and Fluff
“Ben! I said no. Which word don’t you understand?” “Come on Y/N, I’m desperate. What am I supposed to do? Turn him away?” “Come to think of it that’s not such a bad idea” You knew something was up when Ben called you to his office that morning, he only had meetings there when he wanted something from you. And sure enough, there you were, being sucked into some plan you wanted nothing to do with. “Y/N it’s not permanent! Just until we make some other arrangements” he said, looking at you with wide eyes, a tactic that usually caused you to cave in. “I don’t see why it always has to be me!” You fired back, crossing your arms over your chest in protest. You refused to back down. Being the daughter of Hercules and Meg meant you were fiercely competitive in a way that was often confused for blatant stubbornness, and felt less than enthusiastic to take orders from somebody else. You liked to make your own rules. “Well, you’re the only student left who doesn’t have a room-mate” “Fine. Then I’ll take Uma. She seems to just want to keep to herself which is perfectly fine by me.” You didn’t mind really compromising too much, you’re mothers nature as much of a part of your personality as your father’s. “She’s rooming with Mal and Evie”. You spluttered and tried to stop yourself from laughing, knowing full well that living arrangement wouldn’t last for long. “Queen of hearts daughter?” “With Lonnie” You rolled your eyes and sighed “Okay then, never mind. What about Gil? Gil seems pretty harmless” “With Jay and Carlos” “Leah Gothel?” “Staying with Jane” “Come on Ben, work with me! What about… um … I don’t know … Hayley Facilier?” “She’s with Audrey. Look Y/N, I’m only asking because there’s no other option. We’re all out of rooms!”. You tapped your feet, there was no way you were giving up that easily. “I swear there’s a rule about boys and girls having separate rooms” “ Y/N, I’m King, I make the rules” You huffed once more, taking another deep breath before making a decision you knew you’d regret. “Okay fine! I’ll room with the pirate!” Ben’s eyes lit up "What did you say his name is again?“ “Harry. Harry Hook. Thanks Y/N! You won’t regret this!” He said, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to your dorm. ‘Hmmm” you answered, not entirely convinced the King was right.
You stopped and turned to Ben one more time before opening your dorm door. “This is going to end badly,” you said flatly. ‘You’ve already said that" “Yeah, well it seemed worth repeating”. He chuckled at you, clearly thinking you were joking. You weren’t. “Come on. He can’t be that bad,” Ben replied, opening the door for you and peering inside your dorm. He nearly jumped out of his skin. “Oh ..wow! This is, well… Different”. Different was an understatement. You felt your blood start to boil as a you were faced with a tall, red leather jacket clad brunette, swing from your light fitting, painting a red line onto the ceiling that travelled down the walls and across the floor. Most of the walls were tagged with black and red graffiti reading “We ride with the tide” and the floors were already cluttered with miscellaneous pirate paraphernalia. It was safe to say you lost your cool. “WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ROOM!” You screamed charging towards the boy, leaving Ben sheepishly in the doorway. He dropped from the ceiling so he was stood in front of you, twirling a paintbrush in one hand, a silver hook in the other. “I decided to make some, how do I put this, improvements. Didn’t think yeh’d mind” He grinned at you taking another step towards you, putting his face uncomfortably close yours. “The names Harry Hook … And you are?” “GOING TO KILL YOU!” You pushed him backwards “Get this off my walls right now!” You yelled gesturing to the spray paint covering every surface as you charged around the dorm. “Aren’t ye just a ray of bloody sunshine” he retorted, whistling an unfamiliar tune as he strutted over towards you. “Oh, and seeing as we are skipping the introductions, I thought I’d tell yeh, you’re on my side of the room darlin’ ”. Your eyes darted towards the pirate, to Ben, and then to the red line, separating one section to the other room to the other. He couldn’t be serious. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” you muttered, starting to square up to Harry who was still grinning at you like a lunatic. He reached forwards, biting the air in front of you. “Trust me when I say that I don’t do jokes” he replied, barely above a whisper, pushing his hook into the centre of your chest. You shoved it away. “Ben!” You yelled expecting the King to say something, anything that would be of any use to the situation. He didn’t. “Well, I’ve got to be going” Ben replied nervously, starting to walk away “I’ll leave you two to… um.. work things out for yourselves” “Ben! Don’t you dare walk away from me right now!” You shouted after him but it was too late, he was already gone. “I wouldn’t waste your breath princess, he’s gone” “I’m not a princess” you growled, charging towards the door after Ben “I’m the daughter of Hercules which makes me a goddess” you added pointedly. “Ooo, I’m so incredibly sorry your Royal highness. Do forgive me for forgetting to bow down” he replied sarcastically pretending not to have heard you, waving his hook flamboyantly before curtsying. “I’M NOT A FUCKING PRINCESS! Now look! In fact you know what.. Forget this.” You charged out of the room but stuck your head, back around the door frame. “This isn’t over Hook” “Ready for round two when you are…” He paused for a second and smirked “… Princess” You screamed at him as you stormed down the hallway, knowing full well that life just got a whole lot more difficult.
When you returned to your room later that night, you vowed to prepare for an all out war. Harry Hook was by far the most snarky, inconsiderate human being you had ever met and despite the fact that, yes you found him wildly physically attractive, you wanted him as far away from you as humanly possible. Your plan, as genius as it was, was relatively simple. Annoy the shit out of him until he had no choice but to leave. It was going to be fun.
“Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! IT’S 3AM” The pirate pulled himself up from his from his bed, clutching at his ears, glaring at you through the darkness. Struggling to stand up properly, he reached for the light switch, flooding the dorm room with light. There you were, casually vacuuming the carpet in the middle of the night, making sure to create as much noise as humanly possible. “I THOUGHT, YOU KNOW THE PLACE COULD DO WITH A LITTLE CLEAN UP,” you yelled, competing for your voice to be heard above the whirring of the vacuum. You smirked to yourself, the look on Harry’s face was priceless, a mixture of anger and pure confusion. “TURN IT OFF” “Nope!” You said in a sing song voice, continuing to move the vacuum up and down across the carpet. “Y/N I said turn it off now!” Harry growled, charging towards you and taking it from your hands. “You know, I don’t find you at all intimidating while you’re stood in pyjamas with tiny pirate ships on them” you cooed at him, squeezing his cheeks “Coochy Coochy coo!” Harry looked down at himself, bare chested wearing only a pair of rather embarrassing shorts. You chuckled at his scowl. “I could hurt yeh” he said, pulling himself closer and teasing through your hair with his hook “My enemies don’t usually last this long before I hook their pretty little faces” “Oh how sweet of you! You must really love me then because the last time I checked my face was still in tact”. You placed a piece of gum you were chewing on the end of his hook and danced on back to bed. “You’ll regret doing this Y/N,” he said bitterly, pulling the vacuum chord and trudging back over to his bed. “Sure I will. Right, well I do love having these little chats with you but I have an important meeting with Fairy Godmother in the morning so I’m going to sleep” With that the lights turned out and you collapsed backwards into bed, feeling slightly accomplished. “You don’t know what you’ve started princess” whispered the pirate inaudible “You don’t know what you’ve started”
King Ben didn’t really know what to expect when he trudged back up to Y/N’s dorm room the following morning. There had been noise complaints all night from neighbouring rooms on the same wing so he had guessed they still hadn’t worked out their very apparent differences. He knocked on their door but after no reply he pushed it open himself. He had no idea what to say when he walked in on you pelting Harry with your shoes. “I swear down Hook where are they?” You howled, picking up a flip flop and throwing it in Harry’s general direction. He dodged it, virtually crying from laughter as you continue to stomp about. “I have absolutely no idea what yeh talking about Y/N” he chuckled, clearly lying, catching a high heel and lobbing it back towards you. “Harry! Please! I have to go, where are my shoes?” You begged, trying to reason with him. “They’re all over the bloody place!” Neither of you had even noticed Ben standing there observing your thought-provoking behaviour. “YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT! THEY’RE ALL LEFT SHOES! THERE ARE NO FULL PAIRS” Harry convulsed with laughter again until a ballet pump hit him in the face mid-flight. “Now was that really necessary Princess?” “I’M NOT A PRINCESS FOR THE LAST TIME!” You yelled at him, finally deciding that you would just have to go barefoot. You spotted Ben “I told you this was a bad idea” you said, waggling your finger at him. The poor King was speechless. “Prin-cess, prin-cess,prin-cess…” Harry started chanting in a whisper, causing you to shoot round and glare at him. He was still smirking. “It’s okay Harry,” You said as you left with Ben, “Because last night, after I finished vacuuming, I fed your pirate hat through the paper shredder”
You and Harry refused to speak to each other until the next morning, when you continued your plan to irritate Harry until he had no choice but to move out. Subtlety was key in your opinion, so all of your moves were small and calculated. “Morning Harry” you said as sweetly as you could manage, “I made you coffee”. The boy, furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the gesture but took the mug anyway. ‘You ever hear of a little bit of gratitude?“ You mumbled as you made your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth. “Apparently not. Please, enlighten me. Give me the benefit of ye vast wisdom” he replied sarcastically, following you. “Keep rolling your eyes Hook, you might find your brain back their”. You ran your toothbrush under the tap as he winked at you through the bathroom mirror. He took a sip of his coffee. “Did you?” He spat the whole thing out “Ye petty little shit. Replacing sugar with salt. I bet ye finding this so very funny aren’t yeh” Harry said completely deadpan. “Hilarious actually” you remarked, putting the toothpaste onto the bristles and starting to brush your teeth. “You know what’s even more hilarious?” He started, so you turned your head to face him. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smirk. “Last night, I used your toothbrush”
“Ben I can’t do this anymore!” You complained to your best friend as you headed to the Tourney fields. “What do you mean?” “I woke up this morning to find that he had covered the entirety of my side of the room in pink post it notes, including me, when I was sleeping!” you said, throwing your hands up in the air Ben gave you a stern look. “Y/N you’re even worse. Yesterday, when you took his hook, he spent the whole day traipsing around campus with a pirate map you gave him, trying to find it. After all that you’d hidden it under his bed!” “That was pretty funny though” you said, trying to contain your giggles. “See you’re just as bad as each other. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you even liked him” You punched the King in the arm playfully. As much as you wanted it not to be true, you had a sneaking suspicion that Ben was right. All you could think about was Harry, whether it was good or bad, and in some very strange way you began growing fond of the pirate. It was very worrying and you wanted more than anything for it to stop “Ben you don’t know anything”
You returned back to your room that night, carrying the next stage of the plan. Smiling to yourself as you propped open the door with one hand, cradling Harry’s surprise with the other. “Honey I’m home!” You screeched jokingly. “Aren’t I just over the moon” Harry replied, jumping up from the sofa holding one of my dresses which he had cut holes into. Then he looked at me. “What the hell are ye holding?” “Oh this,” you said, setting it down on the floor “This Harry is a cat.” The kitten looked at me before darting off, springing up onto the window sill and curling up into a ball to sleep. “I know it’s a fucking cat Y/N. I want to know why ye brought it into our room” he said, quieter than you would have expected, bringing his face extremely close to yours again. You could feel his breath against you skin. “Do you always use flirting as an intimidation technique or is it just me who’s personal space you invade on a daily basis” “Y/N! I’m allergic to cats” “Oh really! I never knew that.” You lied. Of course you knew, that was the whole reason you got the cat in the first place. “Mr Shnookem’s is staying exactly where he is” “I’m telling ye now Y/N, the first time you take yeh eyes of that thing I’ll…” You pushed your index finger to his lips, taking him by surprise. “ Shhh I don’t want to hear it Harry” You dropped your hand and walked to Mr Shnookem’s, just as he sneezed hysterically, giggling to yourself as you felt his eyes burn into you.
*Short time skip to the end of the week*
“HAROLD FUCKING HOOK!” “Geez Y/N, with the amount of times you scream my name a day next door probably think we are…” “What have you done with him?” You had woken up to find Mr Shnookem’s was no longer sat at the foot of your bed like he did every night, and had spent the whole morning searching for him. You had checked everywhere the kitten could have wander off to, to no avail, with Harry being the only logical culprit for his disappearance. “Yeh not seriously talking about that mangey cat are ye?” He asked barely looking up from the bowl of cake he was eating “That cat never did anything to you” you spat “Well, tell me! What have you done with him?” Harry raised an eyebrow at you, still not moving. “I didn’t touch the stupid thing. Ye probably scared it off with ye non-stop scre…” “I HATE YOU!” You slammed your hands down on the table Harry was sat at. You loved that cat and were becoming more concerned and annoyed at Harry every second he refused to tell you where it’d gone. Harry slammed his bowl full of cake down and stood up, to stare you in the eye. “Oh, ye hate me?” The pirate began “Join the club! There are weekly meetings at the corner of Fuck You Street and Kiss my Ass Boulevard” “And to think I was finally warming up to the idea of becoming friends with you,” You said, but the tone was far more dispirited than you had expected it to be. You turned and started to trudge away, before the pirate could see you tear up. “Can ye stop accusing me for one min… Wait, are ye crying?” Harry’s voice softened towards the end of his sentence, a hint of confusion etched into the Scottish accent. As much as you tried, you couldn’t help but cry. You looked back at Harry with blurry eyes, watching his shift in demeanour as he tried to work out what to do about the situation. “I want my cat back!” You wailed like a toddler, your face crumpling as you wiped your running nose, no longer caring what he thought of you. Harry dropped his smirk and instinctively pulled you into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around, and stroking the back of your head. “Ye know I really didn’t do anything to him” he started, squeezing you a little tighter. “But if that stupid cat means that much to ye, I’ll help ye find it” You shuffled backwards a little, looking up at Harry who towered slightly above you. “Thanks,” you said meekly “I’d like that”.
Harry took your hand as you scowered the grounds of Auradon Prep for the runaway cat, purposefully ignoring your gaze as your palms brushed beside one another. It had become dark by now so the two of you began calling out for the kitten, pointing a torch in the direction of any trees or bushes where he could have been hiding. “MR SHNOOKEM’S!” Harry called out, “Ye couldn’t have picked a more ridiculous name now could ye?” “Hey! I think it’s cute,” you defended “Ridiculous, yes, but cute. MR SHNOOKEMS!” “Sounds like somebody I know” the pirate mumbled. “Did you jus…” “MR SHNOOKEMS!” Yelled Harry cutting you off mid-sentence. Your eyes lingered on Harry’s face, fixated on the blue of his eyes. He caught you smiling at him. “What?” He asked. “Nothing it’s just, maybe you’re not as bad as I thought” “Are ye softening up to me Y/N?” Harry joked, a hint of cheekiness leaking back into his accent. “Shut it! The word bad is still in the sentence” You laughed, lacing your fingers tighter with his. “Oh thank god! I would have had to cancel my war plans if not. Ye should see what I have planned for tomorrow” “Of all the possible villains, why did I have to get you?” You sighed theatrically, clearly joking. 'Of all the princess’s why did I have to get…“ At the mention of the word princess you shoved Harry backwards, causing him to stumble and fall head first into one of the flowerbeds surrounding the castle. You burst into hysterical laughter, before offering a hand to the pirate, who was whispering profanities to himself “Yeh way stronger than you look ye kn… Well, well well, look what we have here!” From the flower bed Harry pulled a very scruffy but easily recognisable Mr Shnookem’s, scooping it up in his arms and handing him you. Immediately, you nuzzled your face into the cats fur, wrapping it in a warm embrace. A beaming smile spread across both of your faces, as the two of you let out an ecstatic cheer, Harry grabbing one of your hands to twirl around in glee, celebrating at your success. “We found him!” You giggled. “I found him,” Harry corrected, sticking his tongue out at you and reeling you in closer with the hand he had been spinning you with You pouted. “I love you” you said, barely above a whisper. “If ye tell that damn cat ye love him one more time, I swear I’ll…” “I wasn’t talking about to the cat” There was an uneasy silence that seemed to last a lifetime “Y/N, your lip’s bleeding” “How can that possibly matter?,” you said panicked at the confession you accidentally made and the fact that Harry wasn’t reacting “Did you not hear what I just sa..” He didn’t give you time to react before he leaned in and kissed you, a subtle taste of metallic blood lingering across your lips. He ran his hand down your neck and along your collarbone, pulling away and blinking at you. You flung yourself into his arms, Mr Shnookem’s and all, letting go of the remaining reservations you had about the pirate boy . You ran your fingers along Harry’s cheekbones, down his chest and curving onto his back, tracing the contours of his shoulders blades. You felt him shudder slightly at your touch creating a the buzz of electricity. You reached for his hand, pressing your thumb against his wrist as he snuggled into your hair. You could feel the blood going through his veins, an indicator of how fast his heart was beating. Neither of you moved until the kitten climbed between the two of you and began to lick Harry’s face. You laughed a little. “See, Mr Shnookem’s does like you” “I’m still allergic to the bloody thing” Harry shot back, pushing you playfully by the shoulder to get the cat away from him. “It’s a good job I picked up these for you then,” You said, reaching into you back pocket and shaking a tub of allergy medication at Harry. He titled his head at you, staring into your eyes with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “What?” You said, picking at a thread on your jumper nervously "You forgot to pick up your prescription” Harry let out a hearty belly laugh and wrapped you back into a hug, squeezing you until you have to pull away for air. “Daughter of Hercules” “Son of Hook” “I. Love. You”. Harry brushed his lips gently against your forehead sending you into another fit of giggles. “Does this mean we can get rid of the red line in our dorm room now?” “Ye know what, that doesn’t sound like the worse idea”
Pulling out your white blade, you twirled it around your fingers. “You are the one that has situated yourself in the middle of my mission demon.”
His eyes turned black, “I don’t take kindly to you halo bitches killing my kind.”
You pointed to your head with the tip of the blade, “Do you see a halo anywhere?” You walked toward the tall demon, “That’s a horrible stereotype. And I haven’t killed him… yet.”
“You’re a mouthy little thing,” he said, bringing out his own knife. “Don’t you have any idea who I am?”
You shook your head, running the tip of your blade over his cheek, “I don’t care who you are.”
With that, you moved to sink the knife in his neck. He was faster. He ducked away and knocked you off of your feet with his leg. You landed flat on your back, the wind knocked from your lungs. His black boot came down to press on your chest.
“Oh little angel,” he said as he leaned down over you. “You have to be smarter than that. And actually, a bit faster.” Placing the tip of his knife under your chin, he tipped your face up, “Does the name Bucky ring a bell?”
Palming your knife, you slung your arm up with all your might and plugged it in his thigh. He yelled in pain. When his foot moved off your chest, you scrambled to your feet. Facing him, you knew you had screwed up.
“Fucking bitch!” he said as he grabbed for you.
You closed your eyes and willed yourself back up to heaven.
What greeted you was even scarier than what you had left on earth…
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can’t. I’ll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I’m excited. Here’s the graduate. We’re very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B’s. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That’s me! - Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I’d make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I’m glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Bar
Finally got around to posting these! These are based off of some conversations with @thelostmoongazer about his adorably heart-wrenching HATIM AU. Specifically regarding why Henry looks so damn messed up.
Lets just say that, after Bendy ran away, Joey had to look into finding a replacement for the little dancing demon. Had to keep the show going somehow! Except, when Joey couldn’t FIND a replacement, he got the. Right idea to making one instead. Henry was his first (and failed) draft. Hence all. The ink dripping. And such.
But then I started wondering… what if Joey HADN’T failed? What if he HAD made a whole new Bendy? And thus, a derivative AU was born. One where Bendy still returns to a decrepit, broken down studio after receiving a letter from Joey, but instead of finding Henry, he finds this… weird, jumpy, mute, puny, nameless doppelgänger. Who seems very determined to keep him from starting the ink machine. And almost seems like he already knows Bendy… (but I mean, who doesn’t? Bendy DID used to be a star!)
Bendy thinks the little guy is a pest at first, but after the shorty rescues him from several near-death experiences, he decides to take the little guy “under his wing”, and gives him the nickname, “Buddy”.