winged rat

Dating Percy Jackson Would Include...

* Constant whining
* Cuddles 24/7
* Nvm I mean 25/9
* Him dragging you to the training grounds on days off
* And again, constant whining, but from you this time.
* “It’s hotter than hell out here, why are we training today?”
* “It’s not that bad, plus, we need to be on our a-game at all times.”
* “Ughhhhh”
* Waking up to nerf gun wars
* Dousing water on Percy to wake him up
* Then realizing that water makes him feel at home
* annnddd feeling like a moron when he falls into a deeper sleep
* Waking up to him cuddled up as close as possible to you, drool escaping his mouth and ebony hair a mess.
* Getting caught making out in the woods by Juniper’s friends
* Then doing kitchen duty for a week
* “Aw come on! Don’t you wanna-”
* “I swear to (g/p) if you say ‘scrub-a- dub dub’ I will end you”
* “…….”
* Sleepy Percy at breakfast, almost falling asleep on his blue pancakes.
* Both of you risking the chance of being harpy food when you have a nightmare late at light
* Constantly dragging Percy away from trouble
* “Wow, Percy, why are you such a douchebag?”
* “Who you calling a douchebag, douchebag?”
* “Screw you, Asshat.”
* “Oh shut it, you winged rat.”
* Apologizing to Jason later on
* “He didn’t mean it”
* *sniffle* “You sure?”
* “…..Yeah

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~Day

“Careful What You Wish For”
Words: 1685
Rating: Explicit, cock warming, creampie, orgasm denial
Also on AO3

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“Hey, buddy!  Just checking in to see how everyone’s doing out there,” Jack chirped gleefully into his Echo device.  He happened to be in a fantastic mood and wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to taunt the Vault Hunters.  The bandits suffered a minor loss recently at Hyperion’s Wildlife Exploitation Preserve, but even if it wasn’t much, the fit they had over one stupid animal was enough to make Jack giddy over his victory.

Not to mention, he also happened to be balls deep inside the most perfect ass in all of Helios.  One of the code monkeys caught Jack’s eye after the kid scored an Eridium mine for the company, and instead of spending his bonus on himself, this guy literally gave his right arm for the company.  Since then, he’d been overjoyed to give a hell of a lot more than just his arm.

This kid, Rhys, was one of the few people who had been able to handle anything Jack could dish out.  He’d been given a safe word, but Rhys never used it and always came back for more.

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Prince Charming

Anon Request: I HAVE AN IDEA FOR A CROWLEYXREADER WHERE CROWLEY HAS TO POSSESS THE READER FOR SOME REASON. IT COULD BE A COOL CONCEPT AND YOU COULD TAKE IT JUST ABOUT ANYWHERE

Thanks for the request! I had fun with this one, I hope you like it too ~ It’s cheesy! You have been warned. 

Crowley x Reader

MASTERLIST

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Your wrists were bound, your head strapped to the chair to stop you from thrashing around. Dean’s jaw clenched tightly as he looked at you, worry and panic evident on his face.

“Are you sure about this?” He looked at Crowley with a deep set of concern lining his face.

“She will be fine, I’ll flush this winged rat out of her, don’t worry.” The king of hell cracked his neck as he readied himself, Castiel stood on guard next to the warding ready to pounce if anyone dared to attack.

Your mind had been sealed away, off limits. Thanks to the impending doom that had befallen heaven, the angels were cast out in search of vessels, you had unwillingly said yes, your body beat and broken from battling with numerous onslaughts of angelic dicckbags who ambushed you. Writhing in agony you were forced to oblige to Tamuriul, an angel with a nasty streak, he had bound you, his vessel falling apart day by day. You were a worthy match to hold his powers. Once he had you cornered you had no choice but to let him in, knowing that Sam and Dean would find a way to cast him out.

“Right let’s get to it then.” With that Crowley’s vessel unleashed red smoke, it lunged violently into the air before using your mouth as an open door.

Your mind was awash with darkness, you had sealed yourself inside a hollow shell of a place you once called home many years prior, a childhood sanctuary. Crowley looked around, surprise evident on his features that you would have chosen such a dark and yet innocent place to retreat in your subconscious.

He couldn’t find you in the small child like room he had landed in, he decided to venture further out into your mind, reaching for the branches of your soul; it led him down a long hallway, outside of a set of heavy oak doors and onto a rather luxurious looking front lawn. There you sat perched on top of a tree, looking out into the sky above, awash with morning light that illuminated your figure in a serene and beautiful way. He smiled fondly to himself, this wasn’t at all what he expected.

“And here I was half expecting to find you in some sleazy bar or back at the bunker, this is a pleasant surprise.” He offered, you ignored his voice for a moment. As always Crowley was never short of words so he tried again to reach your deaf ears. “You know this place is actually more terrifying than I expected, it’s like something out of an 80s horror movie.” Still nothing.

He sauntered closer to the tree, leaning his body against it casually.

“Well? You know you’re being violated by an angel right?” Silence. He cocked his eyebrow in frustration and decided to be a bit more devious.

He grabbed your ankle and yanked, hard. You fell from the tree but not without landing on something or someone… Crowley grunted underneath you, you smiled eerily down at him as you twisted to straddle his waist.

“Crowley…” You whispered softly, moving your lips to his ears. “I knew you’d find me…”

He shifted uncomfortably under you. “Darling, usually I’m not one to shove off a beautiful woman, but I need you to wake up.” You stared at him, your head tilting to the side in an innocent feign of confusion.

“I am awake.” You stated bluntly.

“Oh how I wish you were, you’re being possessed. By Tamuriul, and by me… but long story short I’m here to wake you up and to get that vile thing out of your mind.” He gave you a wide grin. You giggled at his antics and hopped off him, jumping to your feet. He twisted and picked himself up off the ground, dusting off the dirt and grass from his freshly cleaned and well tailored suit, usually he would grumble but he was merely a figment of representation within your soul.

“Wake up.” His voice was gruff and hoarse around the edges as he regarded you with curiosity.

“I am awake Crowley, what are you talking about?”

“No. You’re not. We don’t have much time before he knows I’m here,” he retorted

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re behaving weird.”

“Kitten, the only thing here that’s weird is you, now snap out of it.” 

“Hmm…” You walked off, shrugging at him as you bounced your hips. Crowley licked his lips, distracted by your curves as you swayed past him to go indoors. Entering the kitchen you poured yourself a glass of water from the faucet. He let out a sigh.

“Y/N, this is serious.” He tried again.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, why are you even here?” You turned to face him, swigging a sip from the ornate glass in your hands.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Thank god you’re beautiful.” He sighed. “Get a grip and wake the hell up before we both end up crushed.”

“For the last time Crowley-”

The world around your vision began to shake, the glass fell from your hand and shattered into a million fragments onto the tiled floor. You were hurled backwards by an unrelenting force.

“Well well well… If it isn’t the demon king himself. You aren’t welcome here, leave.” Tamuriul’s voice was low and threatening.

“I won’t leave without the girl. Piss off and find yourself another vessel.” Crowley spat as he threw himself between you and the angel.

“That’s no way to speak to a servant of the lord you demon scum, step aside or I’ll crush you and her soul. It won’t be long now until this vessel is mine!” The angel growled.

“Not going to happen mate, I suggest you leave now if you know what’s good for you…” Crowley became menacing, his eyes glowing red as his body squared up for a fight.

The angel simply laughed at him. “You’re going through great measures for a human. Just let her go, she’s a worthless life in a sea of many souls, she let me in remember?”

Crowley flicked his wrist, sending the angel flying out of the room, he quickly rushed to the doors, sealing them with a chair propped against the handles. The door rocked backwards and forwards with a ferocious groan. It stopped momentarily, Cowley had enough time to rush to your side, carefully picking you up off the ground.

“Come on… Fight it.” You stared up at him, your E/C orbs gazing into his hazel ones, clarity regained looked around with worry before reattaching your vision to his features.

“Crowley?” Your expression was that of a dazed and confused damsel waking up.

“Come to your senses? Good. Wake up.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re being possessed by-”

“ Tamuriul.” You spat. “Shit.” You muttered under your breath. “What do I do?” You stared hopelessly at the demon before you, his face hollow with worry as the pounding on the doors began to sound again.

“Just wake up, cast him out! Tell this prat to get himself a new vessel.” You nodded.

“ Tamuriul!” You shouted. The beating against the doors stopped as the angel on the other side heeded your call.

“I cast you out! You hear me? You’re not welcome here! I dispel you.” The world of your conscious mind was impacted with an earthquake of violent shuddering.

“No!” was the scream on the other side of the door before it swung open, shattering the chair holding it a closed hostage. He stood before you, his body stalking quick and fast.

“OUT!” You screamed defiantly. “I dispel you. Leave now!” It suddenly became hard to stand as everything around you began to shake once more. “Out!” With that everything fell silent. The angel had dissipated from view. Crowley surveyed the area making sure the rat had gone.

“I think you’re safe, now do me a favour and wake up.”

“Uh… How?” Looking around you tried to find something that would most certainly work on a slumbering body. Usually when you jolted up awake it was thanks to falling or almost dying. Since you didn’t want to take the chance on doing either you groaned.

“Can’t you just zap out of here and you know… Like slap me awake or something?”

The king grinned at you, he motioned closer towards you.

“I have a better idea.” With that he pinned your body against the countertop, his lips crashed against your own, his tongue sliding into the caverns of your mouth with such wanton passion and hidden emotion. That most certainly did the trick. Your eyes flung open, sparks of daylight burned your eyes as you looked at the scene laid out on front of you. Sam, Dean and Castiel stood watching over you carefully, Crowley was just beginning to wake as his vessel regained animation.

“Charming.” You scoffed as you glared at him.

“Snow white… She awakens.” He shot you a playful wink, a wry grin spread from ear to ear. Your face heated up instantly at what transpired between the two of you. It most certainly wasn’t a dream. You didn’t know what you wanted more, a spiritual cleanse or a cold shower.

Mordred x Reader: My Saviour


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“Good morning, little sister.”  You lifted your head and glared at Morgana.

“I’m not your sister,” You spat.  She smirked.

“No, I suppose you aren’t.”  She smiled softly.  “But you could be.”  You glared up at her.

“What are you talking about?”  She crouched down and gently stroked the side of your face.  You jerked your head out of her grasp. 

“You could join us.”

“Us?”

“Your dear sister-in-law.  She was the exact same as you at first,” She smiled.  “But then she came around eventually.”

“What did you do to Gwen?”

“Nothing much, she just realized where her true loyalties lie.  And while that’s great for me, I’m afraid it’s pretty bad for your precious Camelot.”

 “No,” You said in disbelief.  “No! She’d never join you!”

“Oh but she did.  Just like you will.”  You spat in her face. 

“I’ll die before joining you.”  She flinched, but recovered and calmly wiped the spittle from her face, before her hand shot out and struck you across the cheek.  You let out a pained gasp as you shrunk away from her.  She stood up and snapped her fingers.  Two armed men guards entered the room and each grabbed an arm, hauling you up roughly.

“Lock her in the north tower.” She told the men before turning to you.  “We’ll see how long it takes for you to reconsider my offer.”  You straightened up as much as you could and stared her dead in the eye.

“Hope you won’t be too disappointed.” She smiled a tight-lipped smile before the guards hauled you out of the room.

You had no idea how long it had been.  There were no windows in your cell, and the only light came from the torchlight shining through the heavy iron bars.  You heard the door creak open, and a stale bun was thrown onto the ground in front of you.  You glared at the guard.  “Would it kill you to throw it a few feet farther?”  You were answered by the slam of the door.  You rolled your eyes and tried to reach for the roll, but you were stopped by the heavy manacles around your wrist.  You groaned and rested your head against the wall.  You were so tired.  You wouldn’t give into Morgana, not ever, but on the other hand, you couldn’t keep this up much longer.  You closed your eyes and slumped against the damp wall.  Surely you could get away with a quick nap…right?

“Ah, Mordred!”  Morgana smiled as the young druid walked into the room.  “To what do I owe the pleasure?”  Mordred’s face remained stony.

“I’m done sympathizing.”  He said simply.  “My kind will never be welcome in Camelot, and I can’t take it anymore.”  Morgana smiled wider as her eyes twinkled sinisterly.   His tone suggested there were more reasons, but for now she’d let it slide.

“Oh, Mordred.  You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”  She gracefully stood and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.  “Come with me.  I have so much to tell you.”

As they walked, Morgana told Mordred her plans.  What she was going to do, what she needed him to do, what they would do when they succeeded.  As they conversed, a guard came up to them and whispered something in Morgana’s ear.  She stiffened and her eyes flashed dangerously.  Then she turned to Mordred and smiled politely.  “Forgive me, but I have things I need to attend to.  The castle is yours to explore.”  Then she left, leaving Mordred alone in the dark corridor.  Deciding he had nothing better to do, he began to slowly wander the halls.  He studied the interior.  Clean stone walls.  No chips.  Ivy growing in the west wing.  Rats in the south.  The east was gone completely. 

And then he made it to the north.  It was nothing more than a dark spiral staircase leading up into blackness.  Deciding there was nothing better to do, he climbed.

There was nothing at the top save for a rusty cell in the corner.  He was about to turn back, but heard the clanking of metal.  Raising an eyebrow, he approached the cell and looked inside.

His heart stopped.

You were huddled in the corner, your face hidden behind a curtain of dirty tangled hair.  “Y/N.” He breathed.  “Y/N!” He said louder.  He tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.  He growled in frustration and stepped back.  He glared at the lock and his eyes turned yellow.  The padlock disintegrated and the door swung open.  He raced into the cell and did the same to the thick manacles around your wrists.  You slumped forward, but he caught you easily.  Cradling you in his arms, he gently pushed the hair from your face as gently as he could.  “Y/N,” He whispered.  “Wake up.” He watched your face, but you didn’t move.  He shook you and called your name again, before realization washed over him.  “No,” He breathed as a tear snaked down his face.  “No!”  He gasped and pulled you close.  “No,” He murmured into your neck as he rocked you back in forth. “No, no, no…”

“Mor…dred?”  He froze in disbelief.  “Hey,” You tried again, your voice weak and raspy.  “What’s wrong?”  His head snapped up and he stared at you incredulously. 

“Y/N?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Y/N!” His voice cracked as his lips crashed into yours.  You responded immediately, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.  When he pulled away, he wrapped his cloak around you and lifted you into his arms.

“What’s going on?”

“I thought you were dead.” He told you.  “We all did.  I couldn’t stay in Camelot.  Not when…” He shook his head.  “It doesn’t matter.  You’re alright now, and I’m taking you home.”  Just then, a guard walked in, quickly drawing his sword with a shout when he saw you two.  You buried your face in Mordred’s chest, but nothing happened immediately.  You raised your head, but Mordred gently pushed your face into his chest.  “I’ll tell you when you can look.”  You nodded and wrapped your arms around him even tighter.  He walked through the halls as quietly as he could.

“Mordred!” You heard Morgana snarl.  “What are you doing?”

“The only reason I came is because there was no reason for me to stay in Camelot.  But you’ve been hiding her here this whole time.”  The air grew cold.  “How long has she been here.”

“Listen to me—”

“How long?!”  She sighed.

“Longer than you’ve known she’s been gone.  I didn’t expect that decoy to work as well as she did.  And faking her death?  Priceless.”  Mordred stiffened.

“How.  Long.”

“Three months.” She said at last.

“She’s been here for three months?” Had you really been here that long?  He growled.  “That’s it.  I’m taking her home.”

“Oh are you now?”

“Yes.”  The air crackled, and you heard a loud noise.  Then silence.

“It’s over,” He told you softly.  “I’m taking you home.”  With that you fell into the most peaceful sleep you’d had in months.

Thanks to dccomicnerd-world for requesting this one!

Imagine: Joker Thinking of his Daughter in Arkham

The first time he’s taken away and sent to Arkham Asylum after he has his clown princess is the first time it actually pains him. Before he had her to go home to, he enjoyed visiting Arkham like a hotel. Knowing he’d get out but not when. But it didn’t matter because in the meantime, he’d put the doctors through psychological and sometimes physical agony. Laughing through it all.

Now every second sitting in Arkham away from her was like getting his finger nails ripped off. What she was doing, thinking, who she was with, if she was laughing or crying all ravaged his mind. Not being in control and not possessing his girl destroyed him. He contemplated biting his way through the bars even if it tore out all the real teeth he had left. The other patients whispered about never hearing Joker so quiet before, as he looked out the window at the storms knowing his baby was looking out too. He banged his head against the concrete just to make blood run down his face and taste it since he couldn’t kill anyone else. He closed his dead, icy blue eyes and pretended instead of a straight jacket, it was his daughters arms around him after he rescued her from the evil rat with wings.

The only thing keeping him going was the thought of revenge and reunion. He would skin alive the people who put him in and away from his princess. He’d strap their bodies down and give them electroshock until the burning flesh smell filled the air. He giggled as he told his doctors step by step what he’d do to them and their children to make them feel his pain. His daughter had inspired more viciousness in him and he loved it. All while imagining sweeping his princess in his arms and covering her mouth with his smile tattoo, promising never to leave again.

Originally posted by 30-secs-to-mars

Not Dead Yet (Part 35)

*I know this is late. May has been a hellish month. Stupid %$#@$!$ basement flooding twice and scheduling errors at work messing up my routine. UGH! Glad this month is almost over. Have a nice long chapter for your incredible patience. New update to follow shortly! Love ya!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: langauge


When we got back to Neverland we landed right in the middle of camp and nearly crushed Ben. “Hey boys,” I let go of the cart, “Take what you need.”

The boys swarmed the cart and took the things they needed. I quickly grabbed my own things and set them down in an open place to set up my tent. I took my change of clothes and went to find a secluded pond to soak in. What I would love was a hot bath to help with the soreness in my abdomen but as far as I knew there weren’t any hot springs on Neverland.

I was feeling a little better after my soak and washing away the layer of dried sweat and other bodily fluids. I slipped on my fresh clothes and headed back to camp. Seeing all the tents back up was a welcome sight. After everything that’s happened to camp and the boys it was nice to see things return to some kind of normalcy.

When I got back to where I sat my supplies I was surprised to see my tent had been set up. Candace was outside in a carefully crafted nest and chirped happily when she saw me. I scratched the top of her head and crawled inside my tent. It was then I saw a piece of parchment resting on my cot. I picked it up and smiled at the wonderfully drawn picture.

While the evening was still young I wasn’t up for sitting around the fire or dancing with the others. I also didn’t want to risk the chance of running into Peter. Not to say I was embarrassed or anything I just know how much libido a boy can have and didn’t want to get cornered by him so soon. For the remainder of the night I stayed in my tent playing with Candace instead until I finally fell asleep.

If I thought sleep would help I was completely wrong, if anything when I woke up in the morning I felt even worse. It reminded me of when I first came to Neverland and how my muscles weighed down after days of training. Why must my body betray me this way?

It was early in the morning and the boys were still asleep. Good. I didn’t want to talk to anybody. I walked down to the beach and stretched my belly out on the warm sand. This feels nice.

“How the hell can you get up this early every morning?” So much for my pleasant morning.

“Hello,” I gave a pat to the sand next to me, “Come to mock my early morning routine once more?”

“Well it’s the only time you’re ever truly alone.” Peter sat down next to me, “Is there a reason you’re lying face down in the sand?”

“Because I can?”

“You’re sore, aren’t you?”

“Damn it all…” I muttered, “Yes, I am. What of it?”

“You should have just said so.” he rolled me over and laid his hand over my stomach, “Could have done this yesterday if you hadn’t avoided me.”

“Avoid is a strong word.”

“Yet it is what you did.” the ache started to fade, “I’m not mad just a tad disappointed that you would automatically assume I would, one, force you to have sex with me, and two, do it so soon after you lost your virginity. I have slept with literally dozens of women, a lot of them virgins, I know what they go through physically after it happens.”

“Man you really are a whore.”

“Y/N!”

“Sorry. Thanks for the consideration, truly, but I really don’t want to hear about how many naive virgins and drunken barmaids you’ve had sex with.”

“Figured.” he pulled his hand away, “I just want you to know that this doesn’t change anything between us. I don’t want you to feel like you have to avoid me because of what you asked me to do. That’s the whole reason you wanted to do it in the first place.”

“Well I wouldn’t say the whole reason.” I smirked at him. The tips of his ears burned red. “Didn’t understand that from yesterday did you? I would have thought the signs were obvious.”

“Oh my little Lost Girl,” he ran a hand through my hair, “You unravel me.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“That remains to be seen.” He pulled me closer with a cheeky grin. His gaze left mine to focus on something over my shoulder. “Someone’s watching us.”

“Who?”

“Your pet.”

I looked behind me to see Candace flitting closer towards us. How had she followed me out here? She hopped onto my lap and began chirping at me. “Hello darling, why are you out here?” I scratched the top of her head.

“It’s very attached to you.”

“Her name’s Candace.”

“You named your phoenix Candace?”

“Well what would you name it?” Why is everyone so critical over her name?

“I don’t know something more deserving of an immortal phoenix like…the Neverbird.”

“Do you just name everything after Neverland?”

“It’s a good name.”

“It’s a title not a name.”

“Candace the Neverbird.”

“Is Candace the phoenix just not mystical enough for you?”

“My island, my rules.”

“My bird, my name.”

“I’m calling it the Neverbird.”

“You’re an idiot.” I picked up Candace and stood up. “I think she’s hungry, I’m going to go find her some food.”

“I’m gonna catch a couple more winks.” Peter reclined back on the sand and closed his eyes. “I have to go out and start collecting boys later.”

“Finally, some new blood to instill fear into.” He peeked an eye open at me, “What?”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you. Do you wanna come?”

“You want me to come with you to find new boys? Haven’t we spent enough time together recently?”

“There’s never enough time with you. Also more specifically we’ll be finding the boy that’s going to save my life. So?”

“As fun as that sounds I think I’ll sit this one out. There are things to do here.”

“Suit yourself.” he closed his eyes again and I left into the jungle to find Candace some food.

As much fun as roaming the realms and finding new boys would be I needed some space from Peter. I feel like everywhere I turn he’s there. I need some time away from the boys in general. I love them like brothers but it can all be a bit much. I’m as rough and tumble as the next boy, even more so in some cases, but I am also still a girl. There was a part of me that hated some of the jokes they made or their lack of sanitary habits.

If I am being honest with myself it was more than that. Being the only girl on the island can get frustrating. I’ve never been friends with girls, not even before Neverland. It was always just me and the boys. I never even knew my own mother. Would I even get along with girls? Can I even consider myself one after all these years without any interaction with another?

“At least I have you, huh?” I lifted Candace to my shoulder, “I’m not seeing any berries around here. Let’s try someplace else.”

I trekked further into the jungle searching for a berry bush until I finally found a grove of them near the far side of Dead Man’s Peak. “Here you go,” I picked some and held them up for Candace to eat, “You’re looking bigger already. How fast do you age? Maybe Peter would know we’ll ask him later.”

When I got back I was only slightly disappointed to see he had disappeared from the island. He wouldn’t return till late in the night I was sure. I dropped Candace back at my tent and by now everyone was awake and getting ready for training. I had been slacking on my training lately and stuck with Felix for some real challenge.

“Come on Y/N,” Felix sighed, “I thought you were a tad better than this.”

“Just a bit off this morning.” I refused to admit I was rusty. Rusty meant clumsy and clumsy meant death in a real fight.

We started again and I got some of my prowess back but took a few more hits and falls than I should have allowed. Training last late and I was dripping with sweat by the end. Most of the boys were too and we decided to take a quick dip to cool off.

“This is nice,” I floated back on the pond.

“Yeah,” Devin floated next to me, “Until someone does something like this.” Devin launched himself at me and dunked me under the water. I pulled him down with me. Why can’t we have a swim without it turning into a brawl? So is the life of a Lost Girl I suppose.

We thrashed about in the water for a bit having some good fun. Devin had me in a lock and the other boys came over to pester me while I was subdued. I thrashed even harder trying to break free when a loud noise like a needle to the ear pierced the air. Devin dropped me to clamp his hands over his ears. I looked to find the source of the noise and saw it was Candace. She had followed me again. I quickly swam to the shore and tried to shut her up. Once she saw me she quieted down.

“What the hell was that?!” Toodles asked. The others looked at me accusingly.

“I didn’t do this.” Candace kept chirping until I picked her up. “She must have thought I was in trouble.”

“We were horsing around. Is your rat with wings that dumb?”

“Don’t insult her, she can’t tell the difference. She only saw me struggling.” I gave her another soothing pet. “It’s sweet.”

“No, it is dangerous.” Toodles said and there was a murmur of agreement from the others.

“This is madness. She’s just a little bird that wanted to protect me. She’ll learn.”

“I don’t know why Pan lets you keep it.” Billy sneered.

“I would have thought that much was obvious.” Devin pulled himself onto the bank next to me, “Pan and her are sleep–”

I pushed him back in the water before he could say another word. I don’t know if he was kidding or if he somehow actually knew but I wasn’t going to let him implant the idea in the other’s minds. “You all are so paranoid. Why wouldn’t we want an all powerful immortal phoenix on our side? She’s not even fully grown and her screech discombobulated you all within seconds. She’s valuable and Peter recognizes this, that is why she stays. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’m going to dry off and get something to eat. Bring your torches and pitchforks if you want to rebel against our leader’s wishes.”

Without another word I grabbed my things and sauntered back to camp. The boys did have a point though. Candace was still only a baby right now and she was already capable of a lot. I’m going to need to keep a better watch on her if I don’t want to lose her.

I grabbed some food and started wandering around the island. Maybe I should leave. A pleasant day trip to some far off realm with no boys. That sounded marvelous right now. To do that I would need a bean though and the harvest was under twenty four hour watch now that we had the pirates to worry about. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen them in a while, I wonder what they’re up to. Not curious enough to bother heading to the coast to find their ship but curious nonetheless. By the end of the day I had found myself reclining high in Peter’s Thinking Tree and watching the glimmer of the sea in the last rays of the evening sun. Candace had flown off somewhere the higher I had climbed and hadn’t returned.

This is so boring. Hopefully a new face around here will liven things up. I let out a yawn and fell asleep on the large bough of the towering tree. In the morning I woke up and nearly fell from my precipitous bed. I got my bearing about me and went back to camp. There was a new face milling about with the others but all I could think of was how my back ached from sleeping so awkwardly on the hard tree.

“What’s a lady doin ‘ere?” the new boy pointed to me accusingly.

“Trust us,” Nick slung an arm over my shoulder, “She’s no lady.”

“And I can break your head open like an egg with one hit.” I grabbed Nick’s spear and gave it an effortless twirl in my hand, “Suffice to say, don’t try anything.”

The young fool turned as white as a sheet and backed away slowly. Smart move.

“Must you cause so much trouble so early?” Ben approached from where the new boy had fled.

“I was simply telling him how things are around here. If one is to thrive on Neverland then they need thick skin.” I rubbed at my stiff neck. “Benny boy, know anything about easing a sore neck?”

“Sorry no.” he shrugged.

“Great.” I grumbled and collapsed back in my tent while the others headed to training for the morning. Candace chirped happily at me when she saw I had returned. She supposedly has healing abilities but I doubt they could help with the ache running down my spine. Why does my body hate me so?

Candace, annoyed by her lack of attention, pecked at my feet and ankles. “Bugger off,” I shooed her away, “Let me get some rest.”

She continued to peck and peck until it got to be too much. “What is your problem?” I shouted back as I went to push her away again but noticed she wasn’t the one that had just poked me.

“Hello to you too?” Peter quirked an eyebrow up at me.

“What do you want?” I fell back against my cot with a thud.

“Why aren’t you at training?”

“Sore.”

“Still?”

“Not from that.” I glared at him. “I slept in a tree and now my back hurts.”

“My silly little pet,” he squeezed into the tent next to me, “Want me to help?”

“Sure,” I rolled over so I was laying on my stomach.

I was expecting the usual ado where he placed a hand on my back or wherever I was hurting and his magic cleared up the ache but that’s not what he did this time. He did place his hands on my back but he was rubbing it instead. It felt good and was relieving some tension so I didn’t bother asking why he was doing this instead of using magic.

I felt myself relax more as he kneaded my back, shoulders, and neck. I let out a sigh of contentment and rolled back so I was facing up. I hadn’t realized it before but he had been straddling me the entire time and now I was trapped beneath him. The last time I was in this position flew across my mind and my heart missed a beat. The same thought must have entered Peter’s mind because he began running a hand down my side.

We couldn’t do it here, could we? All the boys are at training right now…no one would be back for another hour or two at least. Without realizing it I had been sliding my hands against his thighs straddled on either side of me. I gave him a smile and he returned it with his own salacious grin.

I was less weary this time when he bent down to kiss my neck. I let out a soft sigh and stretched my neck so he could get to it easier. He pulled back for a moment to rid me of my shirt. He studied my body much in the same way he did the first time. He poked my side and I winced. “Where’d did all the bruises come from, pet?”

“I took a few lumps training with Felix the other day.”

“Clumsy, Lost Girl, very clumsy.” he murmured as his face hovered over my abdomen, “Want me to kiss it better?”

“Shove off,” I sat up and pushed his face away, “Do you always have to be such a prat?”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” he wrapped my legs around his waist, “Speaking of having me…”

“Bite me,” I rolled my eyes. He smirked wider before biting down hard on the space between my neck and shoulder. “Ow! I didn’t mean literally!”

“Oops,” he shrugged innocently, “I was just complying to the wish of my Lost Girl.”

“Cheeky prat.”

“Sticks and stones pet,” he pressed against me kissing me hard.

As I was starting to roll Peter’s shirt off the sound of someone milling about the camp made me freeze. “Someone’s out there.” I whispered in a panicked voice.

“They’ll go away,” he whispered back claiming my lips again.

“Y/N, are you here?” I recognized Nick’s voice, “The new kid wants to try fighting you.”

“They’re looking for me,” I warned him but my pleas fell on deaf ears, “they’re gonna realize I’m in my tent.”

“They will if you keep talking.”

The footsteps got closer. “Y/N, are you still sleeping?” Nick called again.

Peter shook his head at me.

“Trying to,” Peter frowned at my response, “What do you want?”

“The new kid thinks you’ll be an easy win and wants to fight you. Wanna prove him wrong?”

“Not right now,”

“Come on, you’re already awake.” I could make out his shadow outside the tent.

“No!” I blurted, “I–I’m not dressed. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay…? I’ll wait out here for you to get ready.” his shadow left and his footsteps receded.

I let out a breath of relief. Peter was glaring at me. “Why?”

“He was about to barge in on us.” I stressed.

“No he wasn’t. If you wouldn’t have answered he would have left.”

“You can’t be sure of that.”

“Fine, next time I won’t let you slip away though.” he rolled off me so that I could get dressed again and leave.

“Just so you know,” I turned back to him, “I’m disappointed too.”

He was still frowning but there was a playful glint to his eyes. I closed the space and pressed a kiss to the bottom of his jaw. “Come by in a bit if you want to watch me break the new kid in.”

Taking down the new kid took a whole of five seconds. He stammered about how he wasn’t ready and demanded a rematch. Again and again I slammed him into the ground. Both with weapons, only him with a weapon, hand-to-hand, I even allowed the idiot to choose one of the boys so it was two to one. Each time he went down with ease.

The new boy groaned on the ground. “Come on kid, give it up already.”

“N-No…” he pushed himself to his feet, wincing as he did so. “I’m not a kid. I wanna go again.”

“Please,” I shoved him gently and he staggered back, “You are weak, you can’t defend yourself from the simplest attack, your movements resemble that of a dying warthog and you are as dumb as the ocean is deep. But you have tenacity. A real stubbornness. I can respect that.”

“Huh?” he looked at me confused.

“Don’t act so oblivious. You’re one of us now. We’ll turn you into a proper Lost Boy yet.” I held out a hand, “What’s your name?”

He glanced between me and my hand repeatedly before grasping it tightly in his own. “I’m Rufio.”


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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,160

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Notes: I’m so sorry it’s taking me forever to get around to writing these days, I’m busy with my artwork and well… work. But I promise you we’re getting there with requests! I’ve had writers block for a few weeks. T_T I kept this one short and sweet. 

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Random Shit about Sherlock Filming Locations in Cardiff

THE GAY PILOT

- 28 the Parade - what we affectionately called the Sad Gay Batman roof

- Mount Stuart Square – plot twist the boys had their “walking into the twilight together” moment at Mount Stuart Square.  The tree in the background has blossomed, much like their love.

SEASON ONE

- National Museum Cardiff – you literally walk in and are instantly assaulted by emotions because the staircases are the first things you see.  Also the gift shops are filled with lots of bees.

- Ba Orient – it’s located in a pretty prominent area in Mermaid Quay, so every time we walked past it, we made snide comments about asshole Sebastian trying to having his dinner and Sherlock and his boyfriend John busting in and being all yo son your co-worker DED.  Also it is definitely not actually a sushi restaurant named Ba Orient.

- Roland Kerr College/Cardiff School of Chemistry – this is just really fucked up because it looks almost nothing like what you see in the show.  The two separate buildings?  Those don’t exist.  That shit is all one giant circular building, my friend.  Visual effects are crazy.

SEASON TWO

- Heddlu De Cymru – aka Roath Police Station. Obviously we couldn’t go inside where they filmed to see the exact location, but we were outside it and it didn’t really look at all like a police station.  The outside of the building is actually rather creepy.  Also right as we were about to get here, we walked past a London taxi cab (which looks completely different from a Cardiff taxi cab) and it was suspicious as hell.

- Tredegar House – we actually made a day trip out here at the end of the week that they used it for base and it’s super precious.  The last owner was a hilarious gay man who reminded us of Mark and there is a dalek in the stables since they’ve used it for Doctor Who.

- Cardiff City Hall – we couldn’t go in because there was a wedding happening at the time.  We mentioned that we should have brought cufflinks for the occasion.

- School of Optometry and Vision Sciences – there was nothing to see there but we kept trying.

MANY HAPPY RETURNS

- Corner of Bute St and James St – first of all, Bute Street takes up half of Cardiff.  Seriously, it is the longest street in the whole damn city and ends with, surprise surprise, Bute Park.  Secondly, there is a salon in the corner as Lestrade is walking called the Guy Christian Salon.  There are a lot of these in Cardiff and this is the first one I saw.  The first time I saw it, we were on a bus and I had just gotten there, unexpectedly arriving after an awful four hour bus ride next to an asshole and I was exhausted, irritable, and not fully with it.  I saw Guy Christian and was 100% sure it said Gay Christian.  From that day forward, all Guy Christian Salons were Gay Christian Salons.  Also, this exact spot on the corner is about a street away from Mount Stuart and if you cross the street and keep walking about 400 odd feet, boom you’re at the drug den entrance.

- National Assembly – it’s open to the public and is designed to be a meeting place (hahaha good one, to quote hotsmug) and there are exhibitions and a café.  It’s actually really aesthetically pleasing from the outside, no lie, and it looks right out over the water in Mermaid Quay.

- The Packet Hotel Public House – it may look cute, but they don’t serve food.  Luckily it’s right down by Mermaid Quay and there are 8000 restaurants down there but SERIOUSLY WHAT KIND OF PUB DOESN’T HAVE FOOD.

SEASON THREE

- 111-112 Bute St – okay so the cool thing about the drug den is that is actually looks like it could really be a drug den.  Like you walk up to it and it does for the most part look like that and we’re pretty sure it’s just empty buildings next to it and it’s creepy as hell.  It doesn’t go in nearly as far as it looks and it’s in a really nice area so it’s kind of random but cool whatever you do you drug den. Also on one of the days we were in Cardiff Doctor Who was randomly filming there too because why the hell not.

- Cardiff University Main Building – aka the hallway of EMOTIONS.  Fittingly this is the science building so you’re literally surrounded by science classrooms as you’re being assaulted on all sides by angst and sorrow.  As you walk up and down, gently caressing the walls and trying to hold in your tears, try and keep your weeping to a minimum because this is actually a school and there are people trying to, you know, study, but this also means that you’re not likely to get kicked out, which is cool.  They filmed on both corridors, but the one on the left as you walk in the more familiar of the two.

- 10 Wordsworth Avenue – John and Mary’s flat is hella adorable, no lie.  It’s literally in the middle of nowhere though so they’d both be bored out of their fucking skulls in a minute.  It was also really weird just standing on the street staring at someone’s house, which is why we didn’t take pictures of it.

- Kapu – sadly not actually a gay bar, but apparently it is tropical themed.  There is a gay bar right down the road named, fittingly enough, Mary’s.

- Kitty Flynn’s – it’s super precious and sells specialty beers and nibbles.  We basically sat down, had emotions, and left.  It’s about two doors down from Kapu.

- Cardiff Crown Court – appropriately enough, the law courts are actually located here.  If they actually put a coffee kiosk here, it would probably do some bomb ass business between the students and the police force, actually.  Right across the street there’s a nice little park (Cathays Park) where we decided John and Sherlock should get married because it is super adorable and has a precious little gazebo.

SEASON FOUR

- Charles Street – the Christmas lights are definitely up all the time (they were up while we were visiting in early August and there was no filming happening at all).  Also this is the gay district in Cardiff which is seriously excellent.  Hotsmug and I visited a gay bar on drag night on the next street over one of our nights visiting.

- New Theatre – we walked past it.  A lot.  There really doesn’t seem to be anything all that fantastically special about it, honestly.

- Cardiff University Students’ Union – this place is the most hospital looking place to ever hospital.  Seriously who the fuck designed this place, what the ever living hell is wrong with them.  That shit is eerie.  Also we rushed through it because we were pretty sure we were going to get kicked out. I mean, it was also really cool looking…in a hospital kind of way.  It just really creeped me out okay despite the fact that it had a Starbucks.

- Mint and Mustard – actually looks like a really cute place.  We got off the bus for a day at the beach and it was just right there. We may have no idea what happened there, but the place looks adorable and the food is actually pretty high class (nice one John).

- Portland House – right across the street from the drug den and on the opposite side of it is Mount Stuart Square.  It’s not as nice and fancy looking outside as the pictures make it out to be.  It actually looks rather shit when you’re walking past it.

- St David’s Hotel – it’s the first five star hotel in Cardiff (thanks, boat tour) and it’s basically jutting out into the water.  There’s…really not much else to say because we’re frankly too poor to be able to tell you more.

- Mount Stuart Square – the pic that Arwel took of the clock to troll us while they were filming at Mount Stuart is actually part of construction that seems to be there all the time – hotsmug took pretty much the exact same pic.  Also, that vid of Ben pretending to shoot the seagulls?  He did that because they are always around. Making noise.  Being a nuisance.  Because seagulls are rats with wings.  They are evil assholes.  I hate seagulls and they are particularly awful in the Mount Stuart area.  And appropriately enough, there is a very nice wine bar and book shop across from the church at Mount Stuart where we found the book Swimming with Sharks.  SYMBOLISM.

- Cardiff Bay Barrage – it’s actually in Penarth and there’s a random ass restaurant thing right after you get off the bridge.  The whole thing is pretty cool, like a manmade canal type deal that opens the bay to the greater part of the ocean, but apparently there was some controversy over it when it was initially built.  Regardless it took us about a half an hour to walk there because there are no direct bus routes from the Quay there and there was a food festival happening so our bus stopped earlier than it should have so that was an extra fun adventure.  


Well, hopefully you enjoyed this little journey into the Sherlock filming places around Cardiff.  All of the kudos to @hotsmugstache for a good portion of these pics and her and the flatmate for helping me create this post! Obviously this isn’t all of the locations, but it was the ones we had the chance to visit and explore.  Enjoy!